YEEEESSSSSS! I get to CG the guide for Artistic Alley as well! ::does a happy dance of joy::

We are the true Americans, we are in the right.

God loves the Republicans, especially those who are rich and white.

We don’t approve of homosexuals or a woman’s right to choose.

Only we know what a family is; only we know what is right for you.

So join with Arnold Schwartzenegger and the fun-loving NRA:

Perfect role models for kids today

Yes, we are the true Americans. Everybody else is wrong.

If you’re not with us, we have to hate you,

But that’s okay because hatred makes us strong!

Hatred makes us so darn strong!

–“We are the true Americans” by Christine Lavin (go buy her CDs!)

I want to give WIAN a new look. That dark blue background is ugly. And I don’t like the blue/orange combination anymore. Bah. ::frowls::

Holy cow! I just realized that I haven’t added the Valentine collaborations to the WIAN fanart section! ::adds to list of things she must do upon getting home::

I hate checking my AOL email. Out of 33 new emails, 27 of them were junk. Bah.

::frowls:: The downside of being in England is that no one is ever online when I am! ::flails:: Stupid 6-hour time difference…

Someone commented in my poll “U miss Invader Zim?”

The answer is yes. I repetively miss it, as I always forget when it comes on. It’s a different kind of “miss”, silly. I was joking.

You know you’ve been in England too long when you start dreaming about a Harry Potter/Twelfth Night crossover. That was disturbing…

I was Harry, counterpart of Cesario, and I was head over heels in love with Cho (Olivia). Because Fred and George had graduated and only Katie, Angelina, and Alicia were left (yes, I know that violates canon. Deal with it) we had an entire new Quidditch team, and I was captain (how cliche). Cho became captain of the Ravenclaw team, now that Roger Davies had gone. Various stuff happens (I don’t remember — I rarely remember a great deal about my dreams), and my Priscilla (Viola) conciousness starts to dawn. I realize that I am Harry and Priscilla at the same time, and both are in love with Cho. Then I wake up.

I’m sure that’s not all there was to the dream. I seem to remember some Malvolio/Malfoy stuff going on, and some painful ceramics puns on Harry’s last name (ouch). Maybe I’ll remember more later.