I’ve been on a Daria kick the last three days. Downloading episodes, reading fanfiction, and all in all desperately missing the show because I don’t get Mtv and even when I still did 2 years ago, the time slot kept changing on me. Grrr.

I’ve finished joining all actors fanlistings, well the ones that were up anyway. No Tim Robbins fl, a very sucky Tony Shalhoub fl, and John Leguizamo fl not working. I’m not even a sixth of the way through f/hlists I want to join. I’ve made a few more Discworld buttons which makes around 20 new buttons since last Friday but I still want to add a lot more. I’ve agreed to host another fanlisting because let’s face it X-Men Fanart is cool. All my fanart growing up until I was 13 was for X-Men, particularly the girls because I’ve always sucked at drawing the guys. So that makes two hostees, the Dave Chappelle Show hostee hasn’t gotten the fl up but she has a lot of fls to work on. I know how that goes ¬_¬

Last Wednesday we of the… oh I might as well say it… Napa Town Hall(four of us anyway) met to discuss the website. Tomorrow I’ll be setting up a basic look as we won’t work with images until our Sunday meeting and playing around with forum and databases. As with most of my sites, our biggest worry is content, specifically news. Bruce wants a lot of news but he knows he’s not always on the ball for it. He thinks maybe he could get some teachers to have their students research a topic and we could use that information. Hey, as long as my class isn’t doing it. All my news comes from the net and Mr. Keller is iffy about net sources.

So, last night I watched Tru Calling while on the computer of course. It seems to be improving a little bit but it still… lacks. Surprisingly enough, it’s been renewed for a second season. Maybe they think it’ll improve without Friends around. So afterwards I caught the first episode of Wonderfalls. I had meant to watch it on Friday but I completely forgot of course. I never remember to watch shows unless I make it a habit. But wow the show is so good!!!!! I don’t know why but I keep thinking of The 10th Kingdom when I see commercials for it. Maybe it’s the theme music and “magic” element? The main character Jaye is written and acted delightfully and the story reminds me of Tru Calling but it’s done so much better! It’s quirky and not too fast-paced. It’s only the first episode so here’s to it not getting stale! Ah, I remember now! The last one-hour tv show, well any show that’s not purely comedy, that had me hooked was Monk and that was… over a year ago. When did it come out… maybe it was two years ago? I miss Monk. Why’d ABC sell it to USA? Damn them!!

I just had a really weird dream which is pointless to say since all dreams are weird. I think it started off in this parking lot, no parking garage on the ramp and my mother was with me, behind me closer to the stairs and elevator on the lower part of the ramp. I didn’t want her to be there because I feared for her. I was facing off cats. That’s right, a bunch of normal-sized domesticated housecats, one by one. And it was like I was the only one. I kept telling Mom to stay behind me because I knew the freaky little cats wouldn’t hesitate attacking her like they were me. I distinctly remember one of the cats being white. I faced them one at a time like I said so I didn’t see any others when the one was out. None of them looked like my cats. They hissed like crazy looking vicious and ready to jump on me.

I had gone through a few of them and I’m not sure what happened next. I think my mom was gone and instead it was two teenage girls, probably 16 or something with light brown hair and spahgetti for brains. I was even more freaked out, they couldn’t get in front of me, they had to get out of there or I couldn’t protect them. In fact I kept yelling at them to go get me help, tell a particular someone what was happening. They were idiots and not comprehending the importance of the situation so I said fuck it to the last cat and dragged them to the stairs entrance.

The flight of stairs were brown with gold walls or some such, the girls weren’t with me anymore and I kept looking for someone. I knew my mom was behind me just somewhere. I’m lost on the order of events but I think the next thing was I saw some help through a level doorway into the building. It was that guy from Mallrats, Jeremy London, surrounded by fangirls and press. I don’t know why I thought he could help me but I knew he wouldn’t believe me or listen long enough to be convinced though he was just a few feet shy of the doorway and I certainly tried. I saw Patrick Stewart somewhere further back… o.O

I was back on the stairwell going ever higher and the steps underneath disappeared and I was hanging on to this… wooden crisscross fence type thing that was lying flat above. I think I grabbed it before the stairs ever left my feet. Behind me was Monte, one of my ex-co-workers, the produce guy who I don’t particularly agree with about entertainment and politics but who’s a really nice guy and just had his gallbladder removed because of gallstones (real life, I visited the other day). To my left side was Roger I think, one of my ex-bosses who was always teasing me, the quiet one, and making me smile and start teasing back. And they were encouraging me and I hung there not worried about falling at all but worried about saving the damn world. I pulled myself up (which I could so not do in real life) and soon enough I was out in the open, on the street. There was a lot of gray… I walked to a gas station, did something real quick but I’ve forgotten what and turned to look at everybody walking around. Then I raised my hand and yelled getting everybody’s attention. I don’t know if I continued to yell, screaming at them to run and hide or if I appealed to a few sensible people. But soon enough anybody still staring at me like I grew a second head was pulled by someone else into a building and I was alone.

I just returned from my human geography class. I don’t remember much else of the dream. I think the cats came to fight me in town but weren’t really cats anymore but human shaped white thingies or something. I have no idea. What did Bonnie say cats in dreams mean? Maybe my dreaming I’m the only one who can fight the cats reflects on my issues of dealing with things on my own. If I don’t find us a new place to live, we’re not going to get a new place because I can’t depend on Mom or Kristin for that. I have to do it, I have to get the ball rolling and do what I’m supposed to.

And yet when I drove to class this morning it was, and is, so damn gorgeous out I had this urge to keep driving to the coast and sit and enjoy nature. I haven’t done that in so long… No time or gas money for it now though.