I had a really horrific nightmare yesterday. The feeling of absolute terror still comes back to me when I recall it.

( What horrors lie beneath the cut? )

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Last night, I dreamt that it was the morning of the wedding, and the bridesmaid dresses still had not come in, so I took two of my bridesmaids and went to a warehouse owned by Lucius Malfoy (this year's hot new designer!) to search for them. We looked through floors and floors of dresses without any luck, and finally, I went back to the manager (who had by now just transformed into the less fearsome Jason Isaacs) to complain about it. He assured me they could sew something together in time for the wedding, so I returned to my hotel room, where my parents were lounging around. I asked them if they were going to get ready, and they told me that they had decided to attend their high school reunion that day instead (hahaha wut).

I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already time to take pictures, even though I hadn't gotten my hair or make-up done yet. Then I realized I hadn't even booked a hair or make-up artist, so I started making frantic phone calls to random people, but the phone kept getting picked up by some weird preppy singing schoolboy (don't ask). At this point, the bridesmaid dresses arrived, and they were this silvery metallic abomination, compliments of Jason Isaacs. My brain kicked in at this point and I said aloud, "This HAS to be a dream. Too much stuff is happening!" and I ordered my sister to pinch me (this part was weird...I have never asked anyone to pinch me before, even when I knew it was a dream). She did, and nothing happened, but I still somehow used that as evidence to conclusively prove it was a dream and ended it on the spot.

If only I always had that much power in my dreams!

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I thought I'd do this post for fun, for everyone who enjoys looking at pretty dresses as much as I do. So here it is, my wedding dress runner-ups!

( Le Pretty )

And there you have it. My not-so-epic dress saga.

Leaving for Buffalo tomorrow, then to Cleveland. The thought of being away from internet so long FRIGHTENS ME.

As well as the COLD. HOW WILL I SURVIVE?!

Thanks for all the comments on my dress! I finally decided to order it today, so huzzah! I'm relieved and slightly sad that I will no longer get to go to shops and put on unbelievably expensive dresses for fun.

What you all need now is...a KITTY PICSPAM. Sorta as a way of saying thanks. Mostly to show off my cat.

( A Day in the Life of Temeraire )

I dreamt that Rose got plastic surgery to look like a man because that was the only way she could fool the gap between dimensions and jumped back over to this world so she could hook up with Real!Ten, and Man!Rose and Real!Ten met up in an airport and decided to get married on the spot, and their wedding was officiated by Iggy Pop.

Wat.

Wee Kirk o' the Heather is the cutest name for a church ever.

No, seriously. You can't step outside without smelling the fire and seeing the ash floating everywhere. My family had to evacuate early yesterday morning, but since they're jerks, they left the cat behind, so I drove home to get her. The main streets were all closed, but I sneaked in through the side streets. She has never left the house in her eight years, so she was pretty upset when I kidnapped her.

Despite having a very angry cat locked in my bedroom, I still managed to have a ton of fun at the Hanson concert last night - barring the stupid drunk blonde bimbo in front of me who kept having her boyfriend pick her up every two minutes. And Tay is still very hot, despite some weird growth on his face.

I had a terrifically epic dream last night. I dreamt that I was part of some Torchwood-like organization that was led by none other than the dashing Captain Jack Harkness. The first part of my dream consisted of some dramatic backstory for me. My great-uncle Bill Nighy (wat lol) was trying to kill me to prevent me from inheriting the family power or something lame like that, so I escaped and joined the Torchwood-like organization under an alias.

We went on a bunch of exciting missions that I can't remember and then decided to take the day off by having a picnic at the local community center. There, we ran across a crazy volleyball coach (he was crazy because his team never won), who turned out to be an alien. He got into a fight with the old couple who ran the community center, so I went in to break up the fight, only to discover that the old man and woman were also aliens! Tadum! Some team member named Mia took the dinosaur eggs the old couple was hiding (I have no idea), and I held them back while Mia escaped to safety. The old lady had super alien strength and kept trying to stab me with a pocketknife. Eventually, Jack came to my rescue, and joked that the old lady only had a pocketknife anyway. I replied that a pocketknife would be a slower, more torturous death.

Somehow, in my dream, this constituted flirting.

Then we were on a new mission, traveling through the desert, until we came upon the lair of a sleeping giant alien spider (this may or may not have to do with the spider that fell on my lap last night and scared the crap out of me). Jack told us to back up slowly so as not to wake her, but of course she woke up anyway. We had to run back through the desert, but there were all these quicksand pits, and people kept falling into them. Most of my teammates and I finally made it to the end of the desert (which was just a door...?), but one girl driving a jeep kept getting cut off by the spider. I remember thinking scornfully that she was the only one with a jeep, yet she couldn't out-drive a spider.

So anyway, brave Jack went running back in to distract the spider so the girl could escape, but he ended up falling into one of the quicksand pits. I decided at this point that I was madly in love with Jack and dashed back to rescue him, but the spider jumped on him first, and they both disappeared under the sand. A few seconds later, his hand popped out (in time with dramatic movie soundtrack music), and I grabbed it and helped him out. I asked him how he had ever managed to wrestle a giant spider in a quicksand pit, and he replied that he had gotten some help. At this point, the black villain guy from Serenity showed up and was like, "Hi, I want to join your organization!" I knew he was a villain because I recognized him from the Serenity movie (lol), but he was like, "This is true; I have been spent to spy on you. But you're going to let me join anyway because I have not yet done anything wrong, and I saved Jack's life." WTF I don't know.

Then Jack and I made out!

Woohoo!

But, alas, it was not to be my Mary-Sue moment, because I realized he wasn't very into it. My mind reasoned, "Oh, it must be because John Barrowman is gay," and I was really disappointed.

THE END.

Stupid cockblocking dreams. D:

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Now this is more like it. My mother has been eerily quiet the last three weeks. No angry voicemails, no weepy emails, nothing. But my dad took me aside today when I went home and started giving me fatherly lectures.

DAD: I just don't think you're prepared yet for marriage. There are certain skills you need to raise a family, and I just don't think you have them. For instance-

At this point, my mom storms into the room.

( This is where the excitement begins. )

On the bright side, I have a lovely fiance, who anticipated I'd have a less than pleasant evening with my folks and surprised me with flowers, wine, and candles when I got back to my apartment and OW MY CAT IS ATTACKING MY FOOT RIGHT NOW GET IT OFF.

Erm, where was I? Right, Vinny = awesome, Mom = not so awesome. But speaking of moms, I'm going to take the opportunity to plug this site called My Mom is a Fob because it is quite possibly the best site in the history of the internets.

Crazy Mom or not, we're forging ahead. Checked out a ranch today that I really liked. Might be out of our range though; we'll see. Horses FTW.

Guys.

I kinda want to get married in New Zealand right now.

HALP

VINNY: I wonder if there was a wedding coordination office for anyone who wanted to get married on the Death Star.



Nerd. ♥

I dreamt that for her 21st birthday, my sister Bebe decided to go out and hire "escorts" to, well, escort us around town (WHY ARE MY DREAMS RATED PG). Somehow, I ended up with Takeshi Kaneshiro as my escort, but before anyone gets too excited, it wasn't really him. It was this short, not-as-hot version of him (bootleg?!?). So I went around town with bootleg!Takeshi, and even though he wasn't the real version, I was still really nervous around him. I could not walk straight for the life of me and kept falling over, no matter how hard I tried, and he kept having to prop me up, with this look in his eye that indicated he thought I was some silly stupid girl who kept falling over on purpose. We walked around a bookstore for awhile (guess that's my sister's idea of "a night on the town"), and then returned to this video store to return our escorts (WHAT). Takeshi immediately disappeared while my sister attempted to sort out the bill. It occurred to me that perhaps I should have tipped my escort, so I ran outside to look for him.

Suddenly, my escort wasn't Takeshi anymore, it was Peter Pevensie (THE REAL DEAL THIS TIME, NO BOOTLEG VERSIONS HERE). I shyly handed him $5 and said I had a great time (LOL DREAM SELF IS STILL CHEAP). He smiled and said he enjoyed our time too, and it suddenly occurred to me that damn, he looks very hot right now. So I started flirting with him, and he flirted back and asked me for my number. Very excited, I ran off to find pen and paper, which, of course, was nowhere to be found. Finally, I picked up this rainbow pen and a random flyer and attempted to scrawl my name and number on it somewhere, but the pen kept bleeding rainbow ink all over the place.

THEN I WOKE UP AND I WAS REALLY SAD AND ANGRY THAT MY DREAM HAD GOTTEN ME NOWHERE. DAMN YOOOOU, SUBCONSCIOUS.

This cat is AWESOME.

HE'S AFTER YOUR SOUL!

I haven't had a zombie dream in a while. It's been like what, two weeks? Ha.

So I once again dreamt that zombies were taking over the world, and I was stuck at home. All my super-cool swords were at my apartment, leaving me with some cheap dull ones. I was hiding out in my room, trying to find all the swords buried in my closet, when I heard tourists outside my window. My house had somehow transported into the middle of a Florida swamp, and the tourists were there to look at the crocodiles. I tried to open the window to warn them that the crocodiles were probably zombie!crocodiles at this point, but I couldn't get the window open. I decided to charge down the stairs to get to the tourists, while hacking at the zombies with my dull sword and hoping for the best, but when I opened my room door, I discovered that the zombies had cloned my cat! (I don't know how the zombies acquired cloning technology.) So I had to fight off all these zombie!kitties while searching for my real kitty, all the while stabbing with another sword to keep the hungry zombies at bay.

Sometimes, I'm pretty badass in my dreams.

Ragtime The Musical has fantastic music.

This is what I learned this weekend.

I also learned that I can't pull off an Audrey Hepburn hat as well as Audrey Hepburn can, but I will damn well try.

Successful Chinatown shopping trip this weekend. Clingy Chinese shop owners, red bean and fruit ice, soup noodles, what more could I want?

Need to start thinking of a Halloween costume soon. D:

I DREAMT THAT I BECAME THE TENTH DOCTOR'S COMPANION AND WE STARTED DATING AND WE DANCED A LOT.

MARY SUE DREAMS ROCK.