Dreams
Ugh. Just want to sleep. Sleep last night sucked, as I dreamed something about posting a tidbit about NASCAR on some LJ community and it becoming a giant wankfest (with lots of comments on the redneckness of NASCAR fans) and ending up on Fandom Wank. Where for some reason the mocking was of...NASCAR fans.
Dream me was very defensive I think.
Also I dreamed I was looking at my LJ user info page and there was a strike through
londonhopeful's name, which meant...deleted LJ, and I was upset.
And then the alarm went off and I hit snooze. *g* But the alarm did stop the dreaming.
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Parents are leaving at 2 today for Ireland for two weeks. Whee! There's much excitement in this, as my mother has never been overseas. Also...Ireland! Seriously, it's right near Wales! (Welsh heritage - go with me here.)
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So You Think You Can Dance
Officially pissed off at this show. Why? Because I don't for one minute buy that anyone but Nigel is making a decision on who goes home. Bottom three? Yeah, America's vote. But his reasoning last night (on the guys - seriously, for some reason, the guys are the ones I never understand) made me want to hit the TV.
And if the final three couples aren't Benji/Donyelle, Travis/Martha and Musa/Natalie, then I'll eat my shorts (if I had shorts).
(Side note: Allison doing hip hop made me realize why I like her, but might not love her. Great dancer, amazing technique, girl next door look...and a perpetual smile at inappropriate times. Melody felt like a more powerful dancer last year, so I was willing to give her more of a benefit of the doubt, which hey, she did learn to stop smiling. Allison needs to match the mood of them music more.)
Ugh. Just want to sleep. Sleep last night sucked, as I dreamed something about posting a tidbit about NASCAR on some LJ community and it becoming a giant wankfest (with lots of comments on the redneckness of NASCAR fans) and ending up on Fandom Wank. Where for some reason the mocking was of...NASCAR fans.
Dream me was very defensive I think.
Also I dreamed I was looking at my LJ user info page and there was a strike through
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
And then the alarm went off and I hit snooze. *g* But the alarm did stop the dreaming.
***
Parents are leaving at 2 today for Ireland for two weeks. Whee! There's much excitement in this, as my mother has never been overseas. Also...Ireland! Seriously, it's right near Wales! (Welsh heritage - go with me here.)
***
So You Think You Can Dance
Officially pissed off at this show. Why? Because I don't for one minute buy that anyone but Nigel is making a decision on who goes home. Bottom three? Yeah, America's vote. But his reasoning last night (on the guys - seriously, for some reason, the guys are the ones I never understand) made me want to hit the TV.
And if the final three couples aren't Benji/Donyelle, Travis/Martha and Musa/Natalie, then I'll eat my shorts (if I had shorts).
(Side note: Allison doing hip hop made me realize why I like her, but might not love her. Great dancer, amazing technique, girl next door look...and a perpetual smile at inappropriate times. Melody felt like a more powerful dancer last year, so I was willing to give her more of a benefit of the doubt, which hey, she did learn to stop smiling. Allison needs to match the mood of them music more.)