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oh, and i dreamed last night that i was part of a tv show cast or something, and we got held up by the mongol (really small guy with nappy hair) i met at the london yule feast, and someone handed me her baby and i hid it and the mongol had a gun and i was afraid i was going to smother the baby hiding it. but he liked me and when he left (i'm not sure what he was trying to do) he took me with him and we were in the middle of the highway, the people getting held up, all on the ground, and he and i walked down the highway and turned off onto an alley. i think i went with him - i knew the area of town and i could have ditched him, and he *asked* me (not forced me) to come along anyway - so i could find out why he threatened us. and we went down a set of stairs that smelled like seawater and looked like a decrepit version of the ones leading to the national aquarium and then i woke up.
weird. i hate guns, i don't think i've ever dreamed about them before. i got up as soon as terry woke me up cause i really wasn't fond of the idea of going back to that dream.

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i woke up at 2, went to the orthodontist (what fun...) and then went to the bookstore. i didn't have much to do, so i told mom i'd be an hour. two hours later, i called her cause she hadn't showed up yet. ::rolls eyes:: i ordered neverwhere to use up the rest of my gift certificate, and then found jack of kinrowan and bought it, which used up more than the rest of my gift card. oops. and then i bought a coffee press. oops. it's a nice small one, though, much cheaper than the ones i saw in scotland.
and i was sitting in the store reading and realized that i wanted to dance, or fight, anything as long as it was *moving*. i knew that if i was fencing, i would have that big grin on my face, the one i get when i've had a bad day and i start fencing and suddenly everything's alright.

charles de lint is a really good author. i'm glad i got the book.

i got andy's present today. i'm a little depressed, it didn't turn out as good as i'd hoped. but i think he'll still like it. i haven't gotten the other package from tina yet, though, i'm a little worried. the questionable package got here fine, and they were sent at the same time. i'm not sure what's going on.

i know i had something else to say, but i can't remember what it was. i really want to fence and learn until i'm dead tired and smell like i've been fighting for a week. i haven't been able to spar with anyone since.... dublin, i think. it's been a while.

so i now know two good fencers with similar names: aidan and aedan. silly. they're pronounced vaguely differently, and aidan, while one of the better irish fencers, is only a cadet in an tir, while aedan is a provost. what is it with people in positions of dubious power being attracted to me?

ooh, when i move the skin on the inside of my wrist i can see the veins underneath. neat.

i wanna drive up to troy's house so i can get weapons, but i haven't gotten the rest of his present, so i don't really have an excuse. grrr....
tina said she'd send me an email tonight regarding packages, but she hasn't yet. and it's *really* night for her.

::fidgets:: wanna fight, or dance, or *something*.