( So, remember that AU I was writing where Jon is a jaded corporate lackey who's wooed by indie!hippie!professional artist!Butcher? )In other, non-bandom related news: my teacher nicknamed me "Powerhouse" in class today, which was kind of flattering but also mildly embarrassing because it's a class of six or so kids so I feel really awkward having attention drawn to me. But whatever, class was fun, I continue to love life drawing, and I'm wearing two pairs of pants.
Yeah, you heard me. Two pairs of pants. Or, well, actually sweatpants with leggings and mid-calf-high Christmas socks, but whatever! Totally the same gist, yeah? It's taking auxiliary heat just to keep the temperature in my apartment at 65, yo. This shit is ridiculous. I'm from the desert. Never before in my life have I had to wear two pairs of pants, a scarf, a hat, and a jacket before going across the street to get into my friend's car to drive the block and a half to class. I'm not really sure what to do with myself, as I don't deal well with cold. :/
Speaking of cold! I had a most alarming dream last night. It centered around a young man - and his trusty dog - who was living in a futuristic time where all power across the world had cut out and God had apparently announced that he was going to enact another natural disaster on par with Noah's flood. Except that this time, he was going to unleash a blizzard on the entire planet. Anyway, this kid - who is technically not a kid as he is like, 25, but whatever - says his prayers with his family, who are all devout and going to be put into like, a sleeping spell for the deep freeze. And the kid decides that instead of going into that cryogenic state he'd rather just prepare himself for some serious camping and take his dog out and rough it on the frozen tundra that God creates. He explains it to his family, who is severely against this horrible idea, by telling them that God wanted people to live, and to experience things, and he wants to really do that. He's pretty sure the Big Guy is backing him on this, but his family remains unconvinced. Anyway, they go into their little slumber and he digs himself out of the house after the first snow starts to pile up. And then I sort of watched him while he was on his adventure for a while, but a girl from one of my classes showed up and then I had to recap her so I lost track of him when he fell through some ice. I'm pretty sure he was okay, though.
So I woke up at like, 4 o'clock this morning, took a shower, had a bowl of cereal, the usual morning routine. Except that apparently sleep deprived!Becca equals ridiculously paranoid!Becca. I heard what turned out to be the garbage truck - didn't know that at the time! - and thought someone was trying to break into the house, so I spent a good half an hour wandering around in the wee morning hours carrying a serrated kitchen knife.
And now my crazy next door neighbors are threatening to beat each other to death. God I love hillbillies.
Have a great day, duckies, and tell me how life is going, yeah? Sorry I'm kind of out of commission atm, but there isn't much I can do at present moment. (Oh Lordy, somebody's going to get shot. This shit is awesome.)
ILYGUISE.
♥ Becca