Dreams
I woke up from some crazy dreams last night. The first consisted of Rob and I, supposedly going to London again, but only for a weekend? I remember I kept trying to convince him to stay for longer. Then we left, but sat on different sections of the plane. Only I don't think he ever got on the plane. And for some reason, I had my old cat with me. Then someone moved the cat, and I was freaking out. I couldn't find either of them. Finally someone pointed me to where the cat was, but he had died (again?). So I got off the plane, asked if my tickets could be used another time, and tried to find Rob. No idea...
The second dream was a bit more interesting, though shorter. I was running around my house, I think looking for Rob, as it was sort of a continuation of the first. I heard someone say something about werewolves, so I ran to my upstairs bathroom and locked the doors. Which was a mistake, I know both in real life and in dreams that the second door in my bathroom doesn't lock right. I remember being flung to the other side of the bathroom and these mutant-ass lookin werewolves busted in. Some of them came storming after me, while some tried to attack the other werewolves. It was really gory, because for some reason everything I picked up and threw at them would pierce into their flesh and blood went everywhere. Finally, all the 'bad' werewolves had either run off or died, and the sun must've came up. There were a bunch of injured 'good' werewolves lying around, only they were turning into guys. And at that point my bathroom started looking more like an attic. So I started helping them... some other girl was there, don't know who. I go up to this one, who's a ridiculously good looking dude... and he's bleeding from the chest. So I find this wife beater and rip it into bandages and tie it around him. I remember getting up to go check on a different guy, but he kept hugging me and telling me not to go. It was really weird. My mind apparently rules at making up hot guys, though.
Anyway, back to reality.
I started reading the first Harry Potter book. Basically, I want to read something before summer ends, and I couldn't think of anything else. And everyone's so souped about them, so I figured I'd give them a try. So far, ehhh. Part of me thinks I missed the boat on that series.
OH! Something fucking amazing happened. Awhile back my digital camera broke. Something was wrong with the screen, I don't really know. It was an old, crappy camera, so I didn't think much of it other than "shit, now I gotta get a new one". My mom ends up looking it up on the Canon website, and apparently there's some defect. And you can send the camera back to them to get fixed, for free, and they'll reimburse you for your shipping costs. So I'm thinking, okay, fine. I should probably just buy a new camera, but I don't have the money for that now, so that works.
Anyway, a few weeks go by. Then yesterday, a package from Canon arrives. Inside there's a note, saying basically "Due to your camera being an older model, we were unable to replace the faulty parts. Therefore, we've replaced your hardware with a camera of equal or greater value". They sure did... they gave me a brand-fuckin-new version, waaaay better than my old piece of junk. It's got a better mega-pixel, and the screen on the back is huge. I love it, and it was completely FREE. Shit! I win.
On that note, time to work.