Ummmm, my thoughts:

( Doctor Who: 'The End of Time' Part 1 )

Until next week.

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So! Christmas has come, and Christmas has gone. I hope everyone (who celebrates) had an AWESOME day.

Mine was pretty quiet, but nice. There was one small crisis that was averted - narrowly, but it was averted nonetheless. I ate so much freaking PIE that I felt like Dean freaking Winchester. Seriously. CHRISTMAS PIE. Pumpkin and Apple and a whole lot of ice cream. And a nice big dinner. I am ready to burst!

This year was the Year of the Striped Sweaters. I got FOUR, wth. My family knows that I won't buy clothes for myself so I pretty much get bombarded with it twice a year (on Christmas I get sweaters/warm things, and on my birthday, which is exactly six months later, I get tank tops and summery clothes). Ummm, I got STAR TREK (yum), a book ('Boneshaker', Cherie Priest - a steampunk zombie apocalypse, hell yeah!), and OH MY GOD I got green high-top Chucks. THEY ARE AWESOME. My little bro got Sony Vegas and I was really jealous; I will have to steal it. Premiere won't open on my computer anymore because it's the Pro version and needs too much memory.

Do you guys still write up Christmas lists? My mom insists on them, because otherwise she has a hard time with the gifts. I never really care, I mean Christmas isn't about gifts, after all. So I put on there a bunch of things that I kind of want, but don't want to spend the money on. Then of course I spend a month thinking about owning said things and didn't actually get any of them. Which is fine, except now I'm gonna end up spending my own money on them. Anyone else do that?

Best part of the night (keeping in mind that my grandparents are 80+ years old and the sweetest people ever):

AUNT: The kids are down in the basement watching that movie I got for Joe, what was it? Oh yeah, 'Inglorious Basterds'.

GRANDMA: Oh, we saw that.

TABLE: *silence*

MY MOM: Did... did you stay for the whole thing?

GRANDMA: Oh, sure.

TABLE: ...

HAHA it was hilarious. My grandpa was in the war so they go see war movies sometimes. Still, whaaat, I can't imagine my sweet grandma watching that. o.O

Right, well, I'm off to bed! It snowed these big, fat, picture-perfect snowflakes on the drive home from my Aunt's; it was nice. And I have Christmas songs stuck in my head. :) Sleepy time nao.

Current Mood: peaceful

I've been meaning to make a post about this nightmare dream I had the other night, but it freaked me out so much that I'm just going to wait until after Christmas. Who'd want to relive a dream about Lucifer and the Apocalypse on Christmas Eve?!

This is a strange Christmas, as usual. I want to escape to the barn tonight and give Gem her bran mash - she looked like she needed it today; it's been icy and rainy and generally miserable out there. She was cute: all during her trim she wanted to just go back outside and eat off the round bales with her buds, but when I put her back she hovered around the fenceline and kept shoving her face at me. We have such a strange little relationship.

Anyway, in the spirit of Christmas Eve, I'll post secretlytodream's SPN vid, "On Without End":



... Okay, maybe that's not so much in the spirit of Christmas. XD Who else is going to re-watch 'A Very Supernatural Christmas' in the middle of their family Christmas party tonight? Because that's totally what I'm planning.

Oh! I started watching Dark Angel. And damn it, Jessica Alba, why can't you act? I actually like Max. She's about nine kinds of awesome. Oh well; when Alec shows up in Season 2 it will alll be worth it.

Merry Christmas Eve, f-list! ♥

Current Mood: mellow

So, uhh, despite the fact that I have a TON of work to do in the next 48 hours for my finals, I have spent the last hour and a half reading one of the discarded scripts for the Supernatural pilot. It's here, if you're interested. BUT, lucky for you, you don't have to read the whole thing! (Unless you want to.)

Under the cut I prattle on about the differences between the script I read and the actual Pilot. It's not the script that they added to the S1 DVDs; I'm not entirely sure where this one came from. Their last name is still Harrison in this version, which just doesn't work the same way that Winchester does. At all.

( The Pilot that never was. )
Two things that this script was very obviously missing: the bitch/jerk exchange, and the last line: "We've got work to do". Both very important! So I'm glad that we got the Pilot we did. :D

Current Mood: busy

Last night I had a strange dream that was basically an SPN season 3/4 AU. I find it kind of hilarious that I hardly ever read SPN fic, but as soon as I do, my subconscious immediately begins tossing me dreams about the show. I think this one had something to do with a fic I read earlier in the week, My Own Destroyer, which is an AU that was written for BigBang by jacyevans. It features a very dark, very angry, very broken Sam, and that's the kind of Sam that showed up in my dream.

Basically Castiel had never pulled Dean out of Hell, but for some unknown reason he had been shunned by Heaven and had become a hunter. By complete chance, he ended up working the same hunt that Sam was on. They did not know each other. Sam was all hard-edged and dark because he missed his brother, and Castiel wondered what sort of thing a person would have to live through to end up like that. In my head I'm thinking, "It's because of Dean, it's because you never saved Dean!", but neither of them knew that. It was just weird to see them cross paths like that, completely ignorant of the way their lives should be, if only Dean were there.

There was some sort of haunting in a school, very sinister and very dangerous. Castiel was too new at hunting to realize the extent of the danger, but Sam knew exactly what he was dealing with. The school was attached to a factory or something, a red-brick section attached to a block long maze of steel building with lots of metal doors and rooms filled with these hulking, darkly lit machines. I remember something about the both of them being chased into a stairwell, with all these rooms attached at different intervals, and it was very confining. They weren't exactly working together, but Castiel was chased into a small room by the monster/spirit/ghoul/whatever it was, and Sam was trying to help him because underneath it all he was still Sam, and he couldn't just let someone die. He was stuck though, and he couldn't get to Cas, and time was running out, and then I just woke up. My brain tends to bail out when something like that happens in dreams, like when you wake up just before you die.

...Who wants to write that fic? Man, if I ever get around to writing again, I would totally sign up for BigBang with that. Maybe my Creative Writing course next semester will stretch those muscles a bit. We'll see.

Current Mood: pensive