I've got to be direct.. If I'm off please correct... you're standing on my neck...

La la la la la...

Er. Yes, I do watch too much Daria.

I'm home, I'm mildly hyper, and I've just posted to the House RR. Hooray for me!

But, honestly, I'm finally beginning to break. If I had two more hours in the day, I'd offer to beta peoples' RR posts. Because, frankly? Quite a few could use it.

I don't have a problem, if you're making a few typoes (Dex and his despite/dispite problems...). But... C'mon, basic GRAMMAR?

Okay, okay, I know some people are only just starting off. But that isn't an excuse to not read over what you have and check that everything reads correctly, is it?

*raises a hand* Hi, I'm Ana Cotton, and I don't always know the right grammar.

Now. Was that hard? No. I know damn good and well I need improvement on some things. Participles scare me.

Back to the beta idea. I almost did it for the AoA RR. Hell, I think Lynx/Sparks/me/Azzy all ended up half-betaing for each other. I know Epona ran stuff past me... Sigh. I guess I just wish more thought went into posts.

Not that spontaneity is a bad thing. But taking ten minutes to run the post through spell/grammarcheck and then rereading it yourself isn't that hard.

It's not. Honest.

*raises a hand* Yeah, it's me again. Hi, I'm Ana Cotton, and I almost never remember to spellcheck RR posts.

See? I do make a good little hypocrite.

Anyway. Bev is evil. I can't even guess more than three of the songs she posted. Ugh.

Ick. Work and school tomorrow. Joy.

Must sleep.

Night.

These dreams....

Okay, so who was it that said I have boring dreams? Me, probably.

I don't remember where the dream begins, but I can tell it from a certain point.

I was a riding instructor in this posh neighborhood, in downtown St. Louis (yeah, posh and downtown so don't go together). I taught the rich and spoiled brat daughter of some rich lady, who was a complete bitch. The daughter was, maybe, two years younger than me, and she hated me.

She finally got me fired one day--and I snapped that I hated the both of them, and goddamn, but I was *quitting*.

Of course, I lived above the stables, so I immediately ran up a long flight of stairs and began packing--but, first, I listened at the door as I make-believed I ran up them. And I overheard the woman saying she was going to call the police and report that I'd stolen some valuables.

So, then I ran up the stairs, grabbed what I could cary, and.... Jumped out a second story window to land safe and sound in the grass. I then hopped a huge barbed wire fence and ran for it.

Now, normally, I would have headed for the huge park that was nearby, but I knew that was the first place the police would look. So, I instead headed for North City, since I knew the police wouldn't go there.

I ended up at this strange building. Half of it was apparently an upscale employment agency. The other half was turned over to artists and a dance club. For some reason, I ended up in the club.

Dancing in this room... The section I was in was dark, but across the floor were windows open to the air outside, so sunlight was streaming in. In that section, a bunch of artistes were painting each other--er, they were all nude and playing with fingerpaints.

In the grouping was this older woman, who I recognised from somewhere earlier in the dream. Her son was there (which seemed wierd, since she'd been my age, before, and he was mine now...).

A little bit later, this girl came over and started to dance with me... Note: for some reason, I was now wearing my black cloak.

She twirled about, and started dancing behind me. Then, the wierdness started. As we danced, she pulled out this bottle and started pouring goop onto my hair. And then on my face--in my eyes, too, which stung. (note: my eyes were puffy when I woke up. Wonder if I was rubbing them in my sleep?)

I had to leave the dancefloor and start trying to find a bathroom. I had to get the stuff out of my hair and eyes (and off my cloak).

So, running down one blue-green wallpapered corridor after another, I ran into the little daughter of the rich lady. And she was suddenly about eight months pregnant.

She told me the bathroom was down the hall, to the right, just off the lobby.

In the bathroom, I got my eyes rinsed and began rinsing my hair. Somehow, I ended up with it all clean again, without getting the rest of me wet (and it was a normal bathroom sink...)

But, looking into the mirror, what should I see, but... that I now had platinum blonde hair, except the ends which were white. The dancer had bleached my hair, apparently.

So, then there was this banging on the bathroom door. And it was the son of the artist. He dragged me out, asking about the hair, and we ran. Apparently, the police were there looking for me.

We got in his car (which was my brother's...) and he turned into my brother, Gabe. So, we drove away, and Gabe was driving really erratically. At one point, we ended up doing doughnuts in a Schnucks parking lot. And Gabe said he wanted to go in and get a swimsuit like the one my dad had.

Since the Schnucks looked like it sold drugs, and not groceries, I suggested we go to the one that dad got his at.

We zipped away.

And ended up at home. Now, about my hair. All through the drive, it had been sort of morphing. So, by the time I got home, it was white, brown, red, blonde, and GREEN in parts. And orange.

I was in a chair, Gabe was lounging on the couch, and mom was pacing between us. She wanted to know about my hair.

"Ah, my hair. BTW, I got fired. Some girl on the dancefloor bleached it."

The dream pretty much ended, then. With me nonchalantly mentioning being fired. And mom acting all wierd.

And me with multicoloured hair. Hrm.

Now, a slightly further note. I think the dream started out with Marya being the instructor, but she morphed into me when she was listening to the woman announce she was calling the police... And I ended up with multicoloured hair.

How odd.