Okay, so I realize that I haven't actually posted in here since June, but I'm sick today and spent the entirety of the time I should have been in my first two classes of the day on my couch reading blogs and sleeping, but then my hunger got too much, so I'm cooking a kids' frozen dinner and blogging. Anyway, my hair looks ridiculous because it was still wet when I accidentally fell asleep while reading old Hyperbole and a Half posts from a year ago, and I'm still feeling pretty crap, but the microwave is beeping with my food, and Friends is on TV and I'm not at school, so that's fun.
And I actually just realized that I have to leave in about a half hour if I want to go to my last class tonight, which I was hoping to do, but I'm not feeling that much better. Hmm.
TBS keeps playing these Leonardo DiCaprio-themed commercials because they're playing Catch Me If You Can and Titanic this weekend (which, side note...Titanic? On TBS? "Very funny"?), but it's kind of hilarious if you know me because I have multiple running jokes with some of my friends centered around Leo. I don't know why, but I do.
Also, I keep hitting Cmd+S to try to automatically save this blog. Which isn't how you save blogs. Obviously.
I'm super rambley today. I apologize.
Wednesdays are my super long days, actually. On a normal Wednesday at this time, I'd be sitting in this room at my uni that's specifically there for commuter students for them to go to study or chill out or watch TV while they wait for their next class. I'd probably be either working on the scene I'm supposed to be writing for my scriptwriting class, or ignoring responsibility and watching a movie on Netflix. Either way.
I'm VERY excited that NaNoWriMo is about to start! It'll be a little hard to find time to write with how busy I am already, but losing is not an option. I'll probably come back to this blog through November to keep track of my progress, like I did last year. This year's novel is going to be super cracky and awesome. It's based completely on this idea that when my friends and I get rich and famous, we'll build a castle in LA and live in it together. Yeah. Should be good times.
If you want to add be as a buddy (and you SHOULD), here's my id: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/467301
Are you doing NaNo this year? What's your novel about?
Unstoppable trailer! TBS is so nice to me. Any time I'm stressed or feeling crappy, it plays the Unstoppable trailer. Which has Chris Pine in it. Yes, please.
Okay, ending this blog now.
Emily
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Our Individual Human Experience
I recently read an article (recently being...an hour ago) which highlights the long-term effect a child's name may (or may not) have on their personality and behavior. There were several obvious flaws in the article, the first being that the science was off at best. Except for the study which showed that boys with girlish names (Ashley, Shannon, etc.) are highly likely to act out, which honestly just seems obvious and inevitable, most of the conclusions that are drawn in the article have less than a leg to stand on.
The argument was that a child's name has a huge, long standing impact on that child's development. Or maybe it's because of the way people perceive that child because of their name. Or maybe it's the way the parent raise the child. Or maybe....
This is guessing. This is not science. This is not research. This is conjecture, nothing more. A British survey that says that 1 in 5 parents of the 3,000 they polled regret giving their child the name that they did says nothing about the child's behavioral reaction to the same name. Nothing. Trying to prove one point from the other is ridiculous. There are a few other studies in the article that do little more to actually prove the point they're trying to make. One or two are at least relevant.
The real problem I have with the article, though, is not the lack of science. It is the argument that a child with a more unusual name is worse off than a child with a common name. Whether the parents' attitude toward their child pushed them to try to be unique or to fit in will have an effect on a child, absolutely. This attitude can be reflected in the names a parent chooses, sure. But is being pushed toward standing out any better than being pushed to fit it?
I would argue no.
I am a firm believer that every child should always be treated exceptionally by everyone, taught to do what is right through both word and example, disciplined kindly and lovingly for doing what is harmful or wrong, protected from evil, encouraged in magic, and should never ever be pushed into something they are not. Parenting that falls too far on any side of this is poor parenting.
As a culture, we can't decide if it's best to fit in or stand out. Those who stand out get the recognition and the isolation. Those who fit in get the community and the herd mentality. Something is wrong.
I was raised in a home where no one ever really followed conventions. We were never radical, but we have always been the harmless rebels. The quirky family. The endearingly odd. Once you know us, you'll probably love us, but if you don't, we won't cry. We're close, as a family, and my sisters and I have all grown, at one time or another, to be happy with ourselves. I find little joy in standing out just for the sake of it, but I've grown up my entire life never really being content to just fit in, either.
Now here's the part where I'm going to introduce something radical: I think, as human beings, we must learn that through standing out, we can fit in.
Let me explain. We know that every person on this planet shares in what we call the "human experience." We know that everyone around us has felt pain and heartbreak, joy and excitement, apathy and enthusiasm, fear and anticipation. Sometime when we are young and emotional, or old and nostalgic, or a person and in pain it's easy to forget that we're surrounded by people just like us. Sometimes we can think we're alone. Even if we fit into a cultural norm, we all feel alone. The problem is that no one fits into a norm. No one actually fills the mold. We all stand out already. It was when I first started to embrace this fact about myself that I first started to like myself. Pushing to stand out farther and pulling to blend in better will both leave us wanting. It is only, I propose, by allowing ourselves the freedom to be who we are and love who others are that we will ever really feel like we fit, and also feel like we matter.
This is not a Disney movie. This is real life.
I realize I'm writing this to a following of about 16, but I feel like this is important. Whether your name is Morgan or Mary or Maine, you are unique. You are different. It's important to know that about ourselves and each other.
No one is the same. And no one is irreconcilably different.
Just a thought.
Emily
The argument was that a child's name has a huge, long standing impact on that child's development. Or maybe it's because of the way people perceive that child because of their name. Or maybe it's the way the parent raise the child. Or maybe....
This is guessing. This is not science. This is not research. This is conjecture, nothing more. A British survey that says that 1 in 5 parents of the 3,000 they polled regret giving their child the name that they did says nothing about the child's behavioral reaction to the same name. Nothing. Trying to prove one point from the other is ridiculous. There are a few other studies in the article that do little more to actually prove the point they're trying to make. One or two are at least relevant.
The real problem I have with the article, though, is not the lack of science. It is the argument that a child with a more unusual name is worse off than a child with a common name. Whether the parents' attitude toward their child pushed them to try to be unique or to fit in will have an effect on a child, absolutely. This attitude can be reflected in the names a parent chooses, sure. But is being pushed toward standing out any better than being pushed to fit it?
I would argue no.
I am a firm believer that every child should always be treated exceptionally by everyone, taught to do what is right through both word and example, disciplined kindly and lovingly for doing what is harmful or wrong, protected from evil, encouraged in magic, and should never ever be pushed into something they are not. Parenting that falls too far on any side of this is poor parenting.
As a culture, we can't decide if it's best to fit in or stand out. Those who stand out get the recognition and the isolation. Those who fit in get the community and the herd mentality. Something is wrong.
I was raised in a home where no one ever really followed conventions. We were never radical, but we have always been the harmless rebels. The quirky family. The endearingly odd. Once you know us, you'll probably love us, but if you don't, we won't cry. We're close, as a family, and my sisters and I have all grown, at one time or another, to be happy with ourselves. I find little joy in standing out just for the sake of it, but I've grown up my entire life never really being content to just fit in, either.
Now here's the part where I'm going to introduce something radical: I think, as human beings, we must learn that through standing out, we can fit in.
Let me explain. We know that every person on this planet shares in what we call the "human experience." We know that everyone around us has felt pain and heartbreak, joy and excitement, apathy and enthusiasm, fear and anticipation. Sometime when we are young and emotional, or old and nostalgic, or a person and in pain it's easy to forget that we're surrounded by people just like us. Sometimes we can think we're alone. Even if we fit into a cultural norm, we all feel alone. The problem is that no one fits into a norm. No one actually fills the mold. We all stand out already. It was when I first started to embrace this fact about myself that I first started to like myself. Pushing to stand out farther and pulling to blend in better will both leave us wanting. It is only, I propose, by allowing ourselves the freedom to be who we are and love who others are that we will ever really feel like we fit, and also feel like we matter.
This is not a Disney movie. This is real life.
I realize I'm writing this to a following of about 16, but I feel like this is important. Whether your name is Morgan or Mary or Maine, you are unique. You are different. It's important to know that about ourselves and each other.
No one is the same. And no one is irreconcilably different.
Just a thought.
Emily
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Some Splainin' To Do
This blog post is entirely made up of explanations and excuses. You have been warned.
VEDA: I didn't fail VEDA. I quit. I was a little behind with every intention to catch up, and then one day I just...got claustrophobic. It had gotten to the point where pretty much my entire life save for one thing was on the internet, and I just didn't want that. So I stopped making videos ever day in April, I quit tweeting frequently, and I was just in general fairly absent from the internet. It wasn't like I decided I don't like the internet anymore or something, I just wanted to make sure I was keeping my life...my life. But everything is cool now, so no worries.
Random Videos: This would the the "Ohh" and "Lost Who" videos. These...have no explanation. Sorry. If you had a laugh at them, that's awesome. They made me laugh a lot. If you were just confused, sorry. I honestly can't explain them. One was a happy accident, the other was my sister's doing (she asked me to post it on my channel).
Trock Music Videos: The idea is that both my sister and I (who make up the band Time Children) are writing a song each per Doctor Who episode this season. We were going to take one of those songs per week and make a music video. Life got INCREDIBLY HECTIC recently, but the plan is still to do all of that. It will probably just be later in the summer.
And that all I can think to explain. If you have any more questions, leave them as a comment and I'll edit this post.
See you soon(ish)!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: St. Vincent, "Paris is Burning"
Reading: Geekery by a bunch of people.
Chipotle this year: I lost track. 10 or 11 probably.
Watching: Merlin (which is AWESOME) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which is also AWESOME).
VEDA: I didn't fail VEDA. I quit. I was a little behind with every intention to catch up, and then one day I just...got claustrophobic. It had gotten to the point where pretty much my entire life save for one thing was on the internet, and I just didn't want that. So I stopped making videos ever day in April, I quit tweeting frequently, and I was just in general fairly absent from the internet. It wasn't like I decided I don't like the internet anymore or something, I just wanted to make sure I was keeping my life...my life. But everything is cool now, so no worries.
Random Videos: This would the the "Ohh" and "Lost Who" videos. These...have no explanation. Sorry. If you had a laugh at them, that's awesome. They made me laugh a lot. If you were just confused, sorry. I honestly can't explain them. One was a happy accident, the other was my sister's doing (she asked me to post it on my channel).
Trock Music Videos: The idea is that both my sister and I (who make up the band Time Children) are writing a song each per Doctor Who episode this season. We were going to take one of those songs per week and make a music video. Life got INCREDIBLY HECTIC recently, but the plan is still to do all of that. It will probably just be later in the summer.
And that all I can think to explain. If you have any more questions, leave them as a comment and I'll edit this post.
See you soon(ish)!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: St. Vincent, "Paris is Burning"
Reading: Geekery by a bunch of people.
Chipotle this year: I lost track. 10 or 11 probably.
Watching: Merlin (which is AWESOME) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which is also AWESOME).
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Twenty-Six
We're re-watching "Victory of the Daleks" right now because my dad didn't watch it with us yesterday. I've been trying to work on my novel today, but I thought while we're in the Who mode, I might as well tell you, my lovely blog readers, about my fun new project.
My sister, Rachel, and I have long been talking about starting a Time Lord Rock (aka trock) band, and we've finally done it. We're called Time Children, and we've started to do this absolutely insane thing where we both write a song every week about the current episode. Since we're doing one each, that means at the end of this series we'll have twenty-six songs between us. TWENTY-SIX! I'm not sure if that's going to be one album or two, because half of our songs are short little silly ones, and half are longer, more serious, full-length songs. For example, I wrote "Fish Custard" about the first episode, and that's a silly one that's less than a minute long. Then, after the second episode, I wrote "Like a Miracle", which is a darker song and more likely to be closer to 3 minutes. I wrote a song about the new Daleks today, but that one doesn't have a name yet. So we'll see about the albums.
And here they are! The multi-colored Daleks of the new age! They are freakishly tall and have bottom ends like bumper cars.
I like them. In a weird way.
Anyway, one of the BEST parts of this song project, is that our plan is to release both songs each week, one on the Myspace and one as a music video on one of our YouTube channels. We're hoping to release each music video the Saturday after the episode airs on BBC America, before the new one premieres. Starting, probably, with "Fish Custard", which you can already listen to on our Myspace.
Anyway, that's all I have to tell you right now. I really hope you'll check it out and support my music. :D
See you soon!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: Time Children, not because I think we're super special, but because as my new music project, I think about it ALL THE TIME.
Reading: Liar by Justine Larbalestier
Chipotle this year: 7
Watching: Being Human
My sister, Rachel, and I have long been talking about starting a Time Lord Rock (aka trock) band, and we've finally done it. We're called Time Children, and we've started to do this absolutely insane thing where we both write a song every week about the current episode. Since we're doing one each, that means at the end of this series we'll have twenty-six songs between us. TWENTY-SIX! I'm not sure if that's going to be one album or two, because half of our songs are short little silly ones, and half are longer, more serious, full-length songs. For example, I wrote "Fish Custard" about the first episode, and that's a silly one that's less than a minute long. Then, after the second episode, I wrote "Like a Miracle", which is a darker song and more likely to be closer to 3 minutes. I wrote a song about the new Daleks today, but that one doesn't have a name yet. So we'll see about the albums.
And here they are! The multi-colored Daleks of the new age! They are freakishly tall and have bottom ends like bumper cars.
I like them. In a weird way.
Anyway, one of the BEST parts of this song project, is that our plan is to release both songs each week, one on the Myspace and one as a music video on one of our YouTube channels. We're hoping to release each music video the Saturday after the episode airs on BBC America, before the new one premieres. Starting, probably, with "Fish Custard", which you can already listen to on our Myspace.
Anyway, that's all I have to tell you right now. I really hope you'll check it out and support my music. :D
See you soon!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: Time Children, not because I think we're super special, but because as my new music project, I think about it ALL THE TIME.
Reading: Liar by Justine Larbalestier
Chipotle this year: 7
Watching: Being Human
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Frenzies, Vlogging and the ER
One of the reasons I've been pretty absent around here is because I've begun keeping a pen-and-paper journal, which I haven't done since I was about fourteen, and is actually really nice. Because of that, though, I feel less of a need to write here, which...isn't so nice.
I'm also doing VEDA and Script Frenzy AND working on my novel because I am INSANE. And tomorrow is Easter Sunday, and I must be up early to sing in the choir at both services at my church, so this will be short.
I've had one blog-worthy experience lately, and I want to share it with you. For the first time in my life, I took someone to the Emergency Room.
I was hanging out with my friend Jessica and my friend Catalina and my sister Rachel, and Jessica had some sort of allergic reaction to something. We called my dad, who is a doctor, and he told us to just chill with her and she should be okay, but if she started to have trouble breathing, we had to take her to the ER. Well, a while later, she started to have trouble breathing.
Luckily, Jess only lives about five minutes away from a hospital. We had some trouble with parking, but we got her in and since it was ten after midnight, she got seen pretty quickly. Rachel went in with her. I did not volunteer because I have a horrible, horrible fear of needles. And there were needles. So I did not go in. Instead, Catalina and I decided to hang out in the lobby. We just talked for a while, but when it seemed clear they weren't coming out for a while, we pulled the cards out of Rachel's purse, which she'd left out with us.
Sometime in the middle of our game, I happened to look up to one of the televisions and saw...Christopher Eccleston. As it was one in the morning, Catalina and I both wondered if we were really seeing Christopher Eccleston or if we were crazy, but there he was. It was pretty bizarre, haha.
Anyway, Jessica and Rachel came out at about quarter after two and we all went home. Jessica is fine, they gave her a prescription and she's going to be fine. It was an interesting night.
Doctor Who is back tonight! It's not on BBC America until two weeks from now, but that never stops us. We all watched it and LOVED it. I was a little unsure of Matt Smith when I saw End of Time (ahem...), but I've been getting REALLY excited about this series since New Year's and I just...I loved it. Well done, Matt Smith, well done. I CANNOT WAIT for the rest of the series! I do not approve of this having to wait thing.
Anyway, I have to go sleep.
See you soon!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: Telephone by Lady Gaga
Reading: Scarlett Fever by Maureen Johnson
Chipotle this year: 6
Watching: Secret Diary of a Call Girl
I'm usually making my way through at least one television show. I will now keep track of it here.
I'm also doing VEDA and Script Frenzy AND working on my novel because I am INSANE. And tomorrow is Easter Sunday, and I must be up early to sing in the choir at both services at my church, so this will be short.
I've had one blog-worthy experience lately, and I want to share it with you. For the first time in my life, I took someone to the Emergency Room.
I was hanging out with my friend Jessica and my friend Catalina and my sister Rachel, and Jessica had some sort of allergic reaction to something. We called my dad, who is a doctor, and he told us to just chill with her and she should be okay, but if she started to have trouble breathing, we had to take her to the ER. Well, a while later, she started to have trouble breathing.
Luckily, Jess only lives about five minutes away from a hospital. We had some trouble with parking, but we got her in and since it was ten after midnight, she got seen pretty quickly. Rachel went in with her. I did not volunteer because I have a horrible, horrible fear of needles. And there were needles. So I did not go in. Instead, Catalina and I decided to hang out in the lobby. We just talked for a while, but when it seemed clear they weren't coming out for a while, we pulled the cards out of Rachel's purse, which she'd left out with us.
Sometime in the middle of our game, I happened to look up to one of the televisions and saw...Christopher Eccleston. As it was one in the morning, Catalina and I both wondered if we were really seeing Christopher Eccleston or if we were crazy, but there he was. It was pretty bizarre, haha.
Anyway, Jessica and Rachel came out at about quarter after two and we all went home. Jessica is fine, they gave her a prescription and she's going to be fine. It was an interesting night.
Doctor Who is back tonight! It's not on BBC America until two weeks from now, but that never stops us. We all watched it and LOVED it. I was a little unsure of Matt Smith when I saw End of Time (ahem...), but I've been getting REALLY excited about this series since New Year's and I just...I loved it. Well done, Matt Smith, well done. I CANNOT WAIT for the rest of the series! I do not approve of this having to wait thing.
Anyway, I have to go sleep.
See you soon!
Emily
Current Music Obsession: Telephone by Lady Gaga
Reading: Scarlett Fever by Maureen Johnson
Chipotle this year: 6
Watching: Secret Diary of a Call Girl
I'm usually making my way through at least one television show. I will now keep track of it here.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Words Without Thoughts
"Oh God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."
So, except for Twitter and my editing channel, I've been pretty much MIA on the internet since getting sick. While I was recovering from my flu thing, I got an ear infection, so the sick has lasted longer than I'd like, plus I've got ongoing personal problems, but I'm on the mend, so I'm trying to get back into the swing of things now. I want to get a video up about Disney and the wizard rock show I went to last month up soon. Actually, I just saw Craig Ferguson live, and it was AMAZING and I have a tiny bit of footage from that, so maybe I can fit that in as well.
So...um...one of the reasons I haven't blogged while sick is because I've been...really boring lately. It's driving me crazy, but I haven't been able to do much of anything while I've been sick but watch Doctor Who with my mom and little sister, who, by the way are all caught up now and ready (kind of) for the next series! Mom is ready. My little sister is still in Ten mourning, so she's not as excited.
I, for one, can't WAIT for series five to start up! I will miss Ten, absolutely, but I'm really really excited to see what Matt Smith does with the character, and where Steven Moffat will take the show. I also really like Amy from what I've seen of her. I really hope I continue to like her.
"I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw."
The reason for all this Hamlet quoting, if you were wondering, is partly because I just love Hamlet. Favorite Shakespeare tragedy. Love it. But mostly it's because I finally got to see the Royal Shakespeare Company's Hamlet with David Tennant and Patrick Stewart, and it was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. Definitely the best adaptation of Hamlet I've ever seen (even, I think, better than the Kenneth Branagh version, which I also love), and it was just so good! Something about sitting there watching such incredible acting of such an incredible play just made me feel all warm inside. And it AGAIN solidified my great love for David Tennant. Just...gah. <3
Well, anyway. That's all I can think of right now. I'll try to update again soon.
"My words fly up; my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to Heaven go."
See you soon!
Emily
Emily
Current music obsession: Cosmic Love by Florence + the Machine. Actually, the whole Lungs album, but Cosmic Love especially.
Reading: Fairest by Gail Carson Levine
Chipotle this year: 6
Ronan looked around herself, trying to get her bearings. She’d been seated on the kitchen table. One of her shoes had gone missing, and it didn’t appear to be anywhere in the room, the other was hanging off of her toes. She kicked slightly and it came off and clattered on the floor. Her dress was a mess and there was definitely dirt in her hair. Frowning, she pushed herself off of the table.
Arin spun back around at her movement, one of his hands still on her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked.
Ronan shook her head, still trying to fight off the last of the effects of the chloroform. “I can barely breathe in this dress,” she explained shortly. “If we’re going to do something about all of this, I need to change.”
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
"Baby, did you forget to take your meds?"
I had sick dreams!
If you follow me on the Twittah, you will probably know that I've been pretty sick since about Monday morning. Like, bad cold/flu/thing sick. And last night, I had some pretty legit sick dreams.
First, I dreamed I went back in time and saw The Beatles in concert. Only it was a very modern-type concert, and out on a lawn somewhere, and I think my dad was there as a young man.
Then -- and this was a separate dream -- I dreamt that my friend Zack was PRETENDING to be the Doctor. He wasn't actually the Doctor, but he sure was pretending. And people BELIEVED him. And everyone was thinking that I was his companion, even though I wasn't. I was just trying to pack because my family and I were going to Orlando (again) in like ten minutes, and I kept getting these emails from really random people I knew that my friend Phil had said he'd seen dinosaurs when HE was Zack's companion.
Now, this probably isn't quite so funny if you don't know Zack and Phil, but they have been known, in their lives, to be sort of a destructive version of a dynamic duo. I mean, think Allen and Craig or Jake and Amir -- that sort of dynamic, just in real life. And Phil is very much a target for mockery, mostly for . . . well, for being a bit camp, I suppose, for lack of a better word. Therefore, the fact that in my dream, Phil had been Zack's previous fake companion was kind of hilarious.
Anyway, Phil had evidently quit being a fake companion, which I suppose makes him Martha, and everyone was thinking for some reason that I was gonna be Donna, I guess. So Zack is going around, claiming he can travel in time and space (if I recall correctly, he even wore a 10th Doctor outfit), and Phil is telling everone that he saw dinosaurs, and now everyone is just assuming I'm the new fake companion. And all I want to do is be properly packed so I can leave for Orlando, because I haven't packed anything and my family is trying to leave now! I remember thinking in my dream that I might just go ahead and play along because I thought it would be fun to mess with people, but I was rushing around trying to pack and text Zack to tell that everyone thought I was his new fake companion and why was that? that I didn't really have TIME.
Sick dreams are pretty much the only fun part of being sick.
Disney World was lots of fun, by the way. I'll write more about it when I feel a bit better. And I'll make a video on my channel because my contest is done. I just don't have much of a voice right now (it's worse than John Green's husky voice. It's just . . . not really there). So yes. All of that is coming. For now I say, dream on, my little blog readers. Dream on.
Emily
If you follow me on the Twittah, you will probably know that I've been pretty sick since about Monday morning. Like, bad cold/flu/thing sick. And last night, I had some pretty legit sick dreams.
First, I dreamed I went back in time and saw The Beatles in concert. Only it was a very modern-type concert, and out on a lawn somewhere, and I think my dad was there as a young man.
Then -- and this was a separate dream -- I dreamt that my friend Zack was PRETENDING to be the Doctor. He wasn't actually the Doctor, but he sure was pretending. And people BELIEVED him. And everyone was thinking that I was his companion, even though I wasn't. I was just trying to pack because my family and I were going to Orlando (again) in like ten minutes, and I kept getting these emails from really random people I knew that my friend Phil had said he'd seen dinosaurs when HE was Zack's companion.
Now, this probably isn't quite so funny if you don't know Zack and Phil, but they have been known, in their lives, to be sort of a destructive version of a dynamic duo. I mean, think Allen and Craig or Jake and Amir -- that sort of dynamic, just in real life. And Phil is very much a target for mockery, mostly for . . . well, for being a bit camp, I suppose, for lack of a better word. Therefore, the fact that in my dream, Phil had been Zack's previous fake companion was kind of hilarious.
Anyway, Phil had evidently quit being a fake companion, which I suppose makes him Martha, and everyone was thinking for some reason that I was gonna be Donna, I guess. So Zack is going around, claiming he can travel in time and space (if I recall correctly, he even wore a 10th Doctor outfit), and Phil is telling everone that he saw dinosaurs, and now everyone is just assuming I'm the new fake companion. And all I want to do is be properly packed so I can leave for Orlando, because I haven't packed anything and my family is trying to leave now! I remember thinking in my dream that I might just go ahead and play along because I thought it would be fun to mess with people, but I was rushing around trying to pack and text Zack to tell that everyone thought I was his new fake companion and why was that? that I didn't really have TIME.
Sick dreams are pretty much the only fun part of being sick.
Disney World was lots of fun, by the way. I'll write more about it when I feel a bit better. And I'll make a video on my channel because my contest is done. I just don't have much of a voice right now (it's worse than John Green's husky voice. It's just . . . not really there). So yes. All of that is coming. For now I say, dream on, my little blog readers. Dream on.
Emily
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