Viva Forever

Once again, I’m up early to do the assignment that’s due today. I’m thankful that international law turned out to be surprisingly easy to write about (maybe due to the hopelessness of the question, basically we were asked to draft a report suggesting how to make nations comply with international laws more frequently. That’s just… I dunno, the BIGGEST QUESTION EVA TO DO WITH INTERNATIONAL LAW) and is likely that I’d be able to give it in early.

In the couple of hours of sleep that I got last night, I had the most vividly horrible nightmare that I’ve had in some time. I dreamt that there was a huge Earth-wiping comet heading our way, and I was waiting outside my house for Tim to show up so we could spend our last moments together. Moments after he stepped out of his car, the comet hit and we were both knocked back by the tremendous explosion. After overcoming the dizziness of the impact, I found myself suffocating under the crushing layer of dust and debris, while clutching at Tim’s hands as I presumably died. You have no idea how unpleasant and realistic it felt (this is not the first time I’ve had dreams of suffocation, I sometimes wake up from them with breathing problems :( WTH). And by realistic I mean hypothetical realistic as I’ve never suffocated nor been crushed before.

Anyway, that’s not the end of the story. I found myself “waking” from that into a futuristic environment surrounded by these weird aliens. The dream was really hazy with what they looked like; sometimes they were Roswellesque aliens, sometimes they were these slimy slug-like creatures. Anyway, dream knowledge told me that they had cloned me from my DNA retrieved from my apparently fossilised body. I was ecstatic to then find out that Tim was revived too! We were kept in a cell and observed which wasn’t a big deal until we eventually realised that they weren’t going to feed us. As we slowly starved (once again, really unpleasant in-dream sensation), I saw the aliens frantically trying to figure out what’s wrong with us, and it became a dawning realisation that they couldn’t figure out that we needed to eat (apparently they didn’t) and we couldn’t get this message across. Eventually I starved to death (and presumably Tim too) and the aliens continued to revive us (apparently each clone had up to date memories) and this horrible cycle of starvation and death continued because the aliens were too fucking stupid.

Also, today’s my mum’s birthday.

Early this morning I was hauled out of bed by my parents for a trip to our dentist. I was informed by my orthodontist weeks ago that I need to wear a “night-guard” mouth thing instead of my retainers at night because of my constant teeth-grinding when I sleep, which is starting to wear away at my teeth. He also said I should also go see a psychologist to help “deal with my stress” that he thinks is causing the grinding, but fuck him, what does he know about psychology. -_-

Anyhow, the point of this entry is to talk about a freaky really old woman who’s always hanging around the dental surgery. She’s this incredibly ancient Asian woman whom I think is related to the dentist; probably his grandmother or something. She never actually helps out with anything, but is either just standing around or found slowly shambling through the corridors (kinda like the NPCs in Pokemon games).

Now, I generally have nothing against old people, for example, I have no issue with my grandmother and grandaunt who are really spry old women and are incredibly loud, energetic and have a tendency to pinch little children and myself. But this woman at the dental surgery is just creepy in a Japanese horror film kind of way. I’ve never heard her speak, she’s really small, wrinkly and balding, and has these really sallow eyes and never seems to smile. Even though she’s really small, for some reason whenever I encounter her in the corridors between rooms, I always find myself in her way, having to apologetically step around her as she continues her slow, aimless shuffle to the next room. She looks like the type of character in a horror movie, whose only role is to continually look ominously quiet before dramatically doing something different, like pointing behind you, and when you turn to look you get your face eaten off by some vengeful ghost woman/child/doll. Fuckin’ unsettling.

I also went to the library today and was able to borrow both Thud! and Going Postal. Hooray! I don’t know if I have time to read both as I have my stupid International Law assignment to start (I’m thinking about doing it on the US Iraq war, but I don’t know, might be too huge a topic), awesome games to play and cool people to hang out with.

I’ve said this on LJ already, but I’ve started playing Team Fortress 2, which is such an awesome game. If any of you guys also play it, add me!!

So I was procrastinating from work yesterday night and I was randomly flicking through my archives (note: my archives page doesn’t work properly, for some reason half my plugins are broken) and I came across this entry written in 2003. It was this really long, angry rant because some girl on the internet whom I didn’t even know, wrote about how she thought I was elitist and unoriginal. It’s pretty embarrassing, now that I think about it, particularly how indignant I felt about said accusation. *facepalm* -_-’ I sometimes wonder if I should just erase the archives, given how so much of what was said isn’t really “me” any more, but on the other hand, it’s amusing to look back to see how I was before.

But what I SHOULD be doing is either going to sleep or continue my research on online censorship (the topic I chose for my IT law essay). I think… I’ll go to sleep. *snooze*