House M.D. fantasy. But not full on fantasy, not porno or anything. Just...fun.

I want to go back to sleep.

Also, Michael (from Arrested Development) was opening up a diner in VBHS next to the student run inn with help from Dee, the drama teacher. Dee, who holds a grudge against me, was not happy to see me there with House, and kept reminding me of what a terrible job I did with Walter in the scene from Angels in America.

Then House threw some tomatoes at Cuddy and when I offered her my Tide-to-Go pen, she told me she was going to have a meeting to discuss Cameron's potential eating disorder. Cameron did not admit to having one, but she did get very angry and admit that she had been gaining weight, so they had better lay off her.

Um, that part was not the fantasy part, for the record.

Labels: tv

I was...autistic? I think? Though I might have been faking.

A group of friends and I sneaked out to a movie by climbing through a window in Ida Noyes. When we came back, there was a group of Asian men in tuxedos waiting to punish us. One of my friends managed to run out of the auditorium (the men didn't even try to stop him), so I tried. But half way through the aisle, I heard the doors lock, so I collapsed onto the floor and started writhing around.

From then on, everything was different. I mean, I perceived things differently. Suddenly things lost shape, and had only color, but the colors were on different planes.

At some point, my shirt came off. I think this was voluntary. I think I was lying in a bed reading and my shirt was itchy, so I took it off and pulled up the covers. Then someone else came in and laid on the other side of the bed, so I couldn't get up, because I was topless. Then Geordie came in, laid down, put his forehead to mine, and...started reading Anna Karenina.

Labels: books, friends, personal

After a long exhausting (dream) day, I am lying in bed trying to sleep, but around two in the morning, my phone starts going off with some freaky ringtone, which I eventually realize means I'm getting a text message. I tried to ignore it because I really just wanted to sleep, but it wouldn't stop going off even when I turned off the phone. So I checked the text message and saw the name of the sender in all caps: WAR GODS. The message said something about paying immediate attention to some pressing situation, and it sounded like some sort of government action. I went around my house looking for people, but my mom and brother were gone.

When I came downstairs my dad was in the kitchen getting something to eat. I thought this was odd since, you know, he does not live in my house, but whatever. I was just glad to find somebody.
"Dad, I keep getting these text messages from somebody called 'war gods.' Do you know what that's about?"
"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it. They were just freaked because it turns out I have tuberculosis and they need to quarantine the house."

I then proceeded to rattle off everything I knew about TB, from fatality rates to progression of the disease to calcium deposits in the lungs after vaccination, and wandered back upstairs to go back to bed thinking how I should email Dr. Quintans to let him know how much bio I retained.

P.S. I totally got an A for BIO topics, in real life, not even in dream life.

Labels: family, school