T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
T'eyla Minh
teylaminh

gah... someone remind that arguing with him is never advantageous because neither of us ever win...

today's conversational topics:
~ little shop, the booking and going to thereof, and the meeting of jeremy. he blames me for making him bouncy. *ahem* seems to be that i'm booking the coach, anyway...
~ chicago and whether or not he should see it. i said he should, even though the thing with the directing did annoy me. this led on to a rapid-fire, loud and vehement argument about...
~ stage musicals adapted to the screen and why they shouldn't miss songs out. there was no way we were agreeing on this one...
~ cartoons. and farscape.
~ various other things.

anyway, it ran my bloody phone power down to practically nothing, so nobody text me or anything til monday because i forgot my power cable ;) now i'll tell you all about my odd dream from last night, or, at the very least, what i remember from it...

crystal was in it. we were going to a party, i think. or possibly we were gonig to a show, because the topic of conversation seemed to have an aura (that is, i don't actually remember the specific wording, but it appeared to be about this) of jeremy finch, and my infatuation/obsession thereof. and crystal was being the voice of reason and telling me lots of things i already knew, of course, not that it helped in the slightest.

then - and this is the crazy bit - james marsters was there. just to, y'know, make my predicament worse. and he was being a voice of reason, too. god knows what he was doing there. maybe he was seeing the show or whatever it was, too... and crystal had upset me and i was curled in a ball on the sofa being all upset and sulky about it (i'm so mature in my dreams...) and james was talking very quietly into my ear and telling me not to let it bother me, and that the jeremy thing totally wasn't worth being upset over, whatever it was. then he went and sat down in a chair and crystal gave up and went to have a shower...

and i didn't even talk to him. but it was very eeeee... he has the sexiest voice in my dreams ;) *ahem* we'll not delve into that, thank you...

this, however, is not as bizarre as the one i just remembered having over the summer just post-con, where james was teaching me crappy card tricks using jokers... in front of a collection of canasta-playing ladies in an old people's home. now, that was bizarre...
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