Creepy Dreams and creepier school assignments

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There was a conversation I wanted to remember, and put here, but I forg--

Maybe it was the one with Sammy? No. It wasn't...

Agh!

I had a scary dream last night. When I told Sammy she told me to stop watching "All that CSI stuff." Hmph. I don't watch CSI, I watch Law and Order. Eheh.

I was out at night, and some man is following me. Finally he attacks me, and basically tries to rape me. I kick and scream, and manage to break free and run away, but he catches me everytime. I keep screaming this guy is trying to attack me and rape me, and I don't know him and get him away from me, and all the passers-by just ignore me. Finally he gets me on the ground and is working my clothes off, and I'm still kicking and clawing and screaming, and he tells me about how he followed me and lured me out secretly and plans and works all this stuff.

My response?

"You did all that just to fuck me?" (I have such a dirty mouth when I'm emotional)

"Not just to fuck you!" And he gets into this psychotic speech about how much he loves me and crap, apparently it was one of those cases where, in his mind, it was a comitted relationship.

Luckily I woke up before things got rough.

We dissected frogs all week. All week on one frog. I had to cut today, because I refused to touch the poor thing all week. I do not approve of killing a poor froggie just to take it apart. Sue me, I watched muppet babies.

Mommy told me about having to catch her own frog. And all about how she freed all the frogs before they could be killed. (Go Mom!) I mentioned this to my Biology teacher, and she said

"Where was this?"
"In Florida."
"So they probably made it to water before they dried up!"

She wrote "FROGS R US" on the board, and kept saying it as we walked in all week... Stupid female dog. Sadistic stupid... O hope I never see her again! I swear, if I hear her say Frogs R Us again, I might dissect HER!

I hate to sound like a pathetic fangirl, but the only way I made it through this week is by visualizing That Hot, Sweaty, Shirtless B----fight between Hiei and Yusuke. I have to let Sammy borrow it so we can fangirl together...

Next week we get to examine fossils of primates in Bio. Oh joy.

Hm. The choir banquet is May 21st, and the last two concerts (Pop and Band) are the 25th and 27th. Joy! (for real this time!)

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[ruriruri.livejournal.com]

That dream rivals one I had of my oldest cousins on my dad's side, most smart and hopefully successful-- going to my house with friends and smoking pot. Not only that, but trying to get me and Caroline to smoke it too. And somehow Papa was there with them, but luckily for my sanity he wasn't smoking-- disapproved very much. It was one weird dream, but yours is weirder and much freakier.

I loved the Muppet Babies in early elementary school. =) I had no qualms about me and my partner dissecting flowers, grasshoppers, and fish back in seventh grade. Our teacher had all the girls pair up with boys (mostly) so that if we didn't want to touch the formaldehyde-infused things we didn't have to, and could take notes and direct our partner on what to pull out, exactly, but I think I ended up dissecting some of the stuff anyway. And then eager about the eventual dissection of frogs in tenth grade... er... I still want to. *shrugs* At least you didn't have to catch your own like your mom did, and you only had to dissect for one day. My mom had to dissect a pig, I think, or maybe her whole class worked on a cow... she told me once, but I don't remember.

That's what Yusuke calls Hiei? I was figuring on the other b-word. Odd.

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