December 28th, 2005



Stolen meme

Name a fandom you know I know and I'll tell you:

1. The first character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise

Since HP is obvious, I'll just go ahead and post that ... but I want to see if anyone else knows of my other fandoms XD

1. First, it was Harry. The came Snape a bit later.
2. Snape. He's really grown on me, more than I expected.
3. Hagrid.
4. I'd say Snape, but only 'normal' people hate him.
5. Draco. Now he's just a whiney little prat.
6. Remus <3
7. Lucius, just for the pimp stick.
8. Voldemort XD Then I'd run really fast.
9. Snupin, all the way baby
10. Snape/Hermione

Only 3 more hours and I have to go to O'Hare. I know they're coming in on American Airlines, International Terminal. But is there a pick up at the International Terminal for the public folk, or do they have to get on the train and head back over to the domestic terminal?

Has anyone been to O'Hare International Terminal and picked someone up from there via car?

Dream diary!

I can't believe I forgot to mention this, but I had a very freaky dream last night. I was in this huge, gorgeous house. Apparently, there was a family living there and I was not part of the family. The 'mom' of the family was a pretty 30-something at home mom type. I don't think I ever got a good look at her face. But she was following me around the house. And when I wasn't looking, she jabbed me in the back of the neck with a syringe, then jabbed me in the arm with the same syringe. I noticed silver stuff bleeding out of the wound and I assume I've been injected with liquid mercury. I run away from this crazed woman and try to hide, but everywhere I go, she's haunting me. I never saw the man of the house, but I did see a child, a little girl. She would just stare at me while I tried to hide from her mom. The mom surprised me again, this time stabbing me with a butter knife in my other arm. I was wounded, hurting, thought I was going to die, and there she was standing over me. It was rather scary. I felt very unloved.

I don't think I have 'mom' issues. I love my mother dearly, and she loves me too. I can't think of what this could mean.