Even the hummingbirds will feel the earthquake

I have two things to say. Well, at least two.

First thing. I had the weirdest and most vividly detailed dream last night.

There are actually two parts to the dream, and the first is less interesting, but I'll sum it up.

I was at my aunt's house. My aunt lives in D.C. and is pretty wealthy, and so she does have a nice house, but the house in my dream was not her house. It was a mansion. It had Victorian wallpaper and high ceilings and white daybeds with porcelain-looking frames painted with flowers. And porcelain doorknobs. And bathtubs with claw feet. Come to think of it, it was actually like a giant extravagant version of my uncle's house. But that's beside the point. In the dream, I was asleep in the guest room in the middle of the afternoon. The sun was shining through the curtains. It was really bright. It was weird because I know that I was asleep in the dream, but I could still see everything that was happening around me, so it was kind of like I was watching myself. First, these two little cat-like things came into the room. I think they were cats anyway. They were really small and weird. I apparently knew their names, but I don't remember. Anyway, they were running all over the place acting crazy and eventually woke me up. When I woke up, I looked around to see what was going on (even though I already sort of knew), and I saw that they were chasing something. I realized that it was a little plastic-looking mouse. I got really scared and started yelling for my aunt to come in, and then I shrunk. I was on the floor, under the bed with the mouse, and I was tiny. And the cats were chasing me too. But the mouse wasn't my friend. He was weird and scary, and I just wanted to be big again, so I kept calling for my aunt. She finally came in and saw the cats and the mouse and just laughed and then called the mouse by my cousin's name and told me to calm down, and that was the end of that part of the dream.

End scene.

In the next part of the dream, I was visiting the high school. I don't really remember how I got there or why I was going there, but as soon as I walked in the door, I was in a room that looked strikingly similar to the Divination tower in Harry Potter. Or maybe the hospital wing. Or my old preschool. It was definitely a tower, but it was bright and white like the hospital wing and somehow just felt like my old preschool. Anyway, I was in this weird room that definitely does not exist in PMHS, and somehow it was brought to my attention that it was the detention room and that I was in detention. Fortunately, also in detention were my good friend Jenny, a former high school crush of mine, and then another girl who may or may not hate me (in real life, but it didn't really seem like it in the dream). There were a lot of other people there too, but I didn't seem to know them. So, I sat down next to Jenny, and she started telling me why everyone was in detention. Then, highschoolcrushguy came over and started talking to us, but he was much more effeminate than he is in real life (or at least more than he was in high school). Together, they told me that girlwhoprobablyhatesme had sort of gone crazy and always sat in the corner and talked to herself (and sure enough, there she was in the corner playing with a dandelion and laughing to herself). Then, we were scolded for talking by the teachers in charge of detention, who happened to be Dr. Cox from Scrubs and Vanessa from Gossip Girl. So, we stopped talking for a while, but then Dr. Cox announced that we were going on a field trip, so we all got up and left the room. Apparently, the field trip was just taking a tour of the school (which now looked exactly like my old preschool) led by Vanessa. At the end of the tour, we stopped at the coffee shop (yeah, the school had a coffee shop) which, of course, looked just like the coffee shop in Scrubs. As we all got coffee, Dr. Cox sat down at a table and had a muffin with Ashlee Simpson, who appeared out of nowhere and had a huge, ugly up-do (like the one in that hairspray commercial where the girl goes to the beach and looks like she has a beehive on her head...). So, Dr. Cox and Ashlee Simpson ate muffins and held hands, and then my alarm went off.

End scene.

So yeah. That's weird.

Second thing. I hate that Xanga still exists. And that I can still find my Xanga. I feel like it should have been destroyed by now, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it. It's just so...embarassingly, pathetically great. It's like a window into my past. It weird; after I'd been reading it for quite some time, I stopped, and I actually had to take a second and remember who I am and where and when I am. It's like I got sucked into middle school/early high school-Jessie land. Scary.

Those are the two things. I don't really have all that much to say. I just wanted to 1) preserve that ridiculous dream and 2) point out to everyone that Xanga is awful (/awesome).