brokenrecord

Heh. Last night I had this dream where we had gotten a bunch more birds for some reason, but then my mom had just gotten them to sell them, for some reason, so these people came to the door and she gave three away but in addition to those three she also gave away Piper and Caitlin and I was really upset even though they're not my favorite birds and both hate me because she hadn't even asked me or told me about it.

And then somewhere along the line I had a dream about Rose and the new Doctor, but I don't know what happened. I only remember it because I saw some picture them once I woke up and was all "OMG I TOTALLY HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT ABOUT THEM." I wish I knew what had happened. I like fandom dreams.

I went to the animal shelter for the first time in like 3 or 4 weeks, and I had this fear that they had like... deleted me from the system because I hadn't come in so long and I had like half the hours I should have by this point. So when I got there and put in what I thought was my pin number, 2074, and it said that it didn't exist, I got really freaked out and thought that they had deleted me. But then there was this binder of most everyone's numbers and I looked up me and it turned out my number was 20074, which worked just fine. blah. I knew I should've checked what my number was before I left my house.

Anyways at 2 I went to Emma's and then Emma, Soan, and I went to Build-a-Bear in Fashion Island and I built a cow with cowboy boots and a denim overall-skirt thing named Darcy (I'm not entirely obsessed! It was because Soan said that hers looked like Bingley because it was smiling and I was all "Ah! Mine is Darcy!" and then I couldn't think of anything else to name her, so she ended up being Darcy). And then we went back to Emma's and played with them for a little and then watched Four Weddings and a Funeral which wasn't very good, but it was ok because it had Hugh Grant, and watching things with Emma and Soan makes things more interesting anyways.

Also, I got fudge which Emma and Soan made and is very delicious.

Hate Superbowl Sunday. I don't know why it always has to be at our house. If it wasn't at ours, then I could claim I have way too much homework (which may be true, I'm not entirely sure) and just stay home. I'm not sure what I'm doing tomorrow, but I'm hoping it is lots of not going out of my room in the house and spending lots of time not in the house. Except I'm afraid that if I leave and then they arrive, they'll steal my parking space and other people will have people over and I'll half to park like a mile from my house. blah.