Merry {belated} Christmas everyone!!
Yeah, sorry. There was no way I was posting on Christmas Eve/Day.

But I did have some really crazy dreams the past two nights.

Two nights ago {Christmas Eve}: Yes, I had my first Twilight Dream. So this dream took place somewhere in the middle of Breaking Dawn {sort of}. It was like, post-Bella & Edward's wedding, but pre-pregnant Bella. For the first part of the dream, I was Bella {eeew...}. And Edward had left again. Like for real, he filed for divorce and just peaced out. I remember feeling so empty inside and hating the world and feeling literally depressed. Then I guess I decided that being a divorced & depressed Bella was boring, because then I switched to this other girl, maybe myself. And there was this really hot military/football playing vampire named.... erm... I actually don't know his name. It was a name like Carliste, but it was like Malcolm or Jefferson or something weird like that. He had curly blonde hair, super tan, and prolly like 6'3" or 6'4". Yum. Anyway we started hitting it off really well, so I started following him and the rest of the vamps around meadows and forests and stuff. The only really vivid thing I remember about that dream was the hot guy. :)

Last night {Christmas Day}: So in this dream, I was preggo- And I HATE preggo dreams. I'm always really huge and really uncomfortable and I really didn't want to be preggo in the first place. But in this dream, I kind of looked like Juno. And then, I was like this Oregonian environmentalist/vegan crazy {sorry for any of you Oregonians or treehuggers, that's just not my style} and I decided that I wouldn't bathe for the nine months I was preggers for. Erm..... eww!! And then, on top of the not bathing part, I decided that I was going to live in a mud pit. Sicko! So then, the time came for me to have the baby, I went to this super ghetto looking shack of a hospital {fear #1}, I had to have a C-Section {fear #2}, my grandma was going to perform the operation!! {fear #um... 45? that one was just weird}. Not that I don't love my grandma desperately, but she CANNOT , under any circumstances, operate on me! On top of that, the whole reason I had to have a C-section was because my, erm, lady parts, had been safety-pinned shut! Yes. It just went there.
Part two. I was on this reality t.v. show sort of thing. With *NSYNC. *sigh* If only.... Five girls were each paired up with a member of *NSYNC, except Justin had been replaced by some other weirdo because he was {prolly} too busy bringing sexy back or guest hosting SNL. But of course, I was paired up with Chris, the boring and fat one. Bleh. So anyway, I don't know how the show actually worked, but there were dance challenges mainly, but also singing competitions, and catwalk contests {?!?!?!?}. The guys competed against one another, and the girls were competing against the other girls. Joey was totally losing, but definitely having the most fun, and Lance was really really femme, but dominated the catwalk {kind of hilariously though}. And JC was just taking everything waaaaaay too seriously and was always really hardcore. Chris was, erm, boring. I lost in like the third round, but they kept me on the show because Chris needed a partner.... ??

Interpretations? Ha. Be my guest.

Two good updates:
1) I FINALLY got in to my Dance 380 class! So now I've got exactly enough credits to keep my scholarship, none of my classes conflict, 20 hours of work a week, and I'm just IN a dance class. Go team.
2) I'm going to see Sherlock Holmes in an hour and a half with my fam. WOO. HOO. So excited. My baby sister {by baby I mean 15 years old...} is also developed a similar love-interest with Jude Law lately since we watched The Holiday a few days ago, so that should be fun to bond over.