I didn't fall off the planet!

Now, isn't that good news? I know I'm relieved to hear it... Anyways, so I didn't fall of the face of the Earth, though I did somewhat fall of the face of the *Internet* for most of the last week, which sort of counts as the 'net is its own universe... Anyway, other than reading a little bit of Harry/Snape slash, I've hardly touched my computer in the last week.... And why? you may ask... Video Games. Yes, that's what I said, video games! Super Nintendo even! It is an evil, evil device and it sucked me in! I dedicated almost every minute of my time for about four days straight trying to find and beat all 96 possible levels in Super Mario World. I'm currently stalled at about 82. After pausing that endeavor I moved on to Chrono Trigger. I admit I have an unhealthy obsession with Chrono Trigger. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? Anyway, that's what I've been doing for about the last 2 1/2 days... Actually my game is paused right now...it keeps trying to call me back, evil game! I decided to leave it alone for a while because the stupid Retinite killed me...(don't worry if that didn't make any sense to you, it wasn't supposed to) Anyway, so I'm trying to find a solution to my super nintendo addiction with no luck so far...
In other news...Monday night I found a website that supposed to tell you the meaning of your dreams. Apparently if you dream about having a baby it means that you or someone close to you will soon become pregnant. And if you dream about dopping the baby it means that you're worried about the health of the child-to-be. The fact that I dreamt that it turned into my dog, Stacie, supposedly means that is what the personality of the child will be like...which I really hope isn't true. While, obviously, *I* am not going to become pregnant anytime in the forseeable future, that doesn't necessarily mean that dream isn't true. For more on how this definition of the dreams actually *works* contact me...just because I like to keep you in suspense. Well, gotta run now, and find a midnight snack/lunch. Hopefully I won't wait another week to update. ^_^

What the hell is wrong with the world today!

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"Your dad likes Chevy?" The words were out of Ginny's mouth before she had a chance to think about it.

"Yeah, of course," Draco said, giving her an odd look. He glanced down at the emblem on the steering wheel. Yeah, still Chevy. "Why?"

"I.. I just never realized y'all were Chevy people," Ginny said nervously. What would her daddy say? He'd accepted the pregnant out of wedlock with the son of one of the biggest thorns in his side thing rather well, but when he found out they were Chevy people? She hoped Draco had health insurance.

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I can't believe I just read this story. I have hit the depths of depravity...it's a Harry Potter parody where they're all *rednecks*! What was I *thinking*! OMG(ess)! I'm traumatized for life!
For anyone who would like to join me in my depravity, the story can be found here.
It's called The Shotgun Bride and it's written by some crazy lunatic named Nokomis and it's rated PG-13. Read at the risk of your own sanity. If you are already lacking in said sanity and thus not worried about losing it, it is an extremely hilarious story.