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Sweet dreams are made of this...
I'm from Ravenclaw!
Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz
made by The Genki Gang
You are smart, calm and calculating in a situation or problem you're faced with.
You base your decisions more of logic than a standard of morals.
But be careful, sometimes in your search for knowledge you come across as cold as Spock.
Heh. I'm rather pleased about this. However, I'm still going to ramble about my dream last night.
I told Mum about this earlier today, but figured I'd share here anyway. I don't tend to dream a lot, as a general rule, and it's unusual for them to be remembered. However, last night was very vivid and very odd. Basically, it went like this:
- I was out eating fish and chips and drinking with a bunch of people from work. (It seemed like about 30 people, but there's only 20 or so in my office, so it's odd...) The interesting thing was that I felt drunk in my dream. Very strange.
- A co-worker (Daz) said that the person in the room that he'd most want to sleep with would be Jennifer. I turned to him, very drunk, and said that actually, she'd be the one that I'd be most attracted to, too. Now this is odd because Jennifer is the co-worker who bugs the hell out of me. I mean, she really annoys me and even though I'm fairly sure she's a genuinely nice girl, I don't trust her as far as I can throw her. I can't shake this underlying uneasiness around her, and please trust me when i say it is not caused by physical attraction.
- I then returned home, and found a plate of cooked mince (like, cooked with a tomato suace like you would for Spagetti Bologniase, or Sheperd's Pie) and just ate big handfuls of it because I was hungry. And it tasted really good, too.
- Next, I found one of those meter long bars of chocolate (frequently sold round Christmas or Easter) and started eating that. I didn't finish it because it was too big, but it was sweet. Then, I woke up.
So, in my dream, I gorged myself on meat, fast food, chocolate and alcohol, and told Daz (a close friend of jennifer's, because he knows her brother) that I'd sleep with Jennifer. When I talked to Mum about it, she said that she thought it showed an underlying distrust of Jennifer, that as I'm not comfortable around her, the one thing I wouldn't want her to know is that I like girls.
Honestly, I think she might be right. When Jennifer asked me about noticing cute guys at a seminar, I honestly replied that I hadn't noticed. (I hadn't. I'd noticed the cute girl with the Chloe-style flipped out hair, which btw looked great, but hadn't noticed any cute guys there.) When she then asked me about dating and having a boyfriend, I replied that I wasn't really interested in that at the moment, and felt a bit uncomfortable. When she brought up noticing cute guys again the next day, I was peeved and felt almost defensive. I think she was just being curious (and she is a ridiculously
I mean, I know that I don't socialise much with the others, apart from one new girl who's a team leader (she's about 26 and has no objections to staying back late like me, hence we leave the same time and talk). I like going for lunch early and having the office virtually to myself while others are out at lunch. However, I do know that some of the others are quite close to each other, and a group of the young gals go out clubbing together on the weekends.
When I mentioned it, Mum said that it probably also related to that. That I wasn't comfortable to go out with them because I thought I might give myself away. Well, that's pretty true. It's also true that if I'm spending time with people, I'd rather spend time with other slashers where I can relax about my hobbies and sexuality. (It probably helps that I've still got a crush on a fellow slasher that made me giggle like a 13 year old girl when I mentioned it to Mum. *g*)
Of course, I went for lunch with a big gang of the staff on Friday, so that might be what brought it up. Either that, or my chocolate cravings got out of control and decided to freak me out until I succumbed. Needless to say, when I borrowed videos this morning, mum and I both bought chocolate, biscuits and ice-cream! *g*
In other dorky news, someone at work recognised Tom Welling on my work desktop background. Is it wrong that I kinda look down on people who like watching SV for the sake of watching SV? I mean, I like it, but the big thing for me is the fact that the fic is frequently five times better than the show itself.
Of course, he also considered that the early seasons of Dawson's Creek was one of the best shows ever. *sniggers* I'm being bitchy, I know.
Also, Mum bought a new big TV (51cm? Possibly the next size up, whatever that is) and has left it here for me to use until she moves down. Yay for me!
Wow. It's nearly 1am, I forgot how fast time goes online.
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There are times when I love my co-workers. *g*
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Actually, it was a straight male co-worker who recognised TW and loved Dawson's Creek. He also thinks that Lana's a bit of alright, and I couldn't help myself bitchily replying that she certainly got the job more because of her prettiness than her acting talent.
Of course, I had to be honest and admit that so did TW! *g*