hellooooooooo. all. i'm a dream slut. or the dream slut. explanation, well i have very strange dreams. i share them with my friends. one friend is my main analyser she heard this series of dreams which i will not repeat and dubbed me the dream slut. but when a good dream comes around i tend to write it into a story and publish it. the result bieng something like "a dream come true". i am very proud of my name. very. very proud. umm. back down under. where i live. i go by the name georgia and many other names which i will not say to prevent extreme embarrassment.
my life is entirely about my friends and family. my friends are my inspiration if it wasn't for them i wouldn't have finished half of these especially "i am" thanks bones. =D i love to write (obviously) and i love to read. i love a good bitch session (who doesnt) and i love to dream and tell people about them. especially my good friend "Hyphonated". she analyses and pays me out about most of my dreams. i love my music. i am listening to music 24/7 and i play five instruments. i love all sorts of music except house/techno. =D
my writing is mostly poems. i try to write stories but get stuck after the first chapter. short stories never end right. i sometimes write random essays but they never make sense. i'm at my best during the early hours of the morning. 2-3 AM. my best work is done at those times yet so is my worst. the ones that make no sense are written then aswell. eep. my biggest downfall is repetition. i write too much of the same stuff. and then i get bored and stop writing. then dont start again for weeks or months...
my biggest inspiration other than my friends is my emotions. most of them slightly depressing but those occasional happy outbursts. they end badly but hey at least i'm happy. most of my poems are aimed at certain people. such as "pictuer of you" and "taken". =D they're probably the better of the lot.
i live by quotes that inspire me and random personal jokes with my closest friends.
Georgia: You're weird.
Lina: As if you don't?!
-going to music. =D
Georgia: sees a car coming down the street HIDE THE LEMONADE
Lina: (puts bottle of wine up shirt) what lemonade?
-drunken saturday night.
Coach Boone: This is where they fought the battle of Gettysburg. Fifty thousand men died right here on this field, fighting the same fight that we are still fighting among ourselves today. This green field right here, painted red, bubblin' with the blood of young boys. Smoke and hot lead pouring right through their bodies. Listen to their souls, men. I killed my brother with malice in my heart. Hatred destroyed my family. You listen, and you take a lesson from the dead. If we don't come together right now on this hallowed ground, we too will be destroyed, just like they were. I don't care if you like each other of not, but you will respect each other. And maybe... I don't know, maybe we'll learn to play this game like men.
- remember the titans
Steve: What is this?
Susan: It's a cushion.
Steve: Right. Yes. Thank you for that. Very informative.
to Jeff
Steve: You got any of these?
Jeff: No.
Steve: Of course you haven't.
to shop assistant
Steve: You - are you married? Living with anyone?
Junior Shop Assistant: No.
Steve: Got any of these?
Junior Shop Assistant: No.
Steve: Of course not. Okay!
to the women
Steve: You bring these things into our homes. They sit on our chairs. They watch our televisions. Now, I just need to know, on behalf of all men everywhere, I just need to ask, please... What are they for? I mean, look at them! Look at the chubby little bastards! Just sitting around everywhere! What are they, pets for chairs?
to shop assistants
Steve: Come on, you sell them. What are they for?
Junior Shop Assistant: Well..
Senior Shop Assistant: You sit on them.
Steve: Ah! Ha ha ha! You see, that's where you're wrong! Nobody sits on them. Okay, watch this. Here's the cushion. I'm putting it on the sofa. Now watch me. I'm sitting down. And what do I do on my final approach? I - oh! - move the cushion! You see? It's not involved! It's not part of the whole sitting process. It just lies there. It's fat litter! It's a sofa parasite!
Jane: It's, you know... padding.
Steve: Oh, padding! Now, that's interesting, Jane. See, I like padding. If I was, say, an American Football player, and all those big bastards running at me, I would say "give me some of that padding and be quick about it." If my job involved bouncing down jagged rocks I would say "in view of those jagged rocks down there, I'll have some of that padding, thank you very much." But Susan, Sally, Jane, this is a sofa. It is designed by clever scientists in such a way as to shield the unprotected user from the risk of skin abrasions, serious head trauma, and, of course...
drops behind sofa, then sticks head out
Steve: Daleks. Trust me girls, trust me on this one: you do not need padding to tackle upholstery. So please - once and for all, tell me why on Earth you would want me to sit on one of these?
Susan: Because, if you pressed it firmly against your bottom, it might stop you talking!
-coupling
Rory: Do something to make me hate you!
Lorelai: Um, go Hitler?
-gilrmore girls
Lorelai: Tell me a joke.
Rory: Knock, knock.
Lorelai: (giggles) That was a good one.
-gilmore girls.
Dave: What we need is a name.
Brian: I made my suggestion.
Zach: Yeah, and we vetoed "The Harry Potters." Next.
Brian: So yours is better?
Zach: "Follow Them to the Edge of the Dessert" is memorable and classy.
Brian: I run out of breath every time I say it.
Zach: You've got asthma, dude. You run out of breath saying your name.
Dave: Yeah, Brian, we can't work our name around your respiratory illnesses.
Brian: Even without an inhaler, "Follow Them to the Edge of the Dessert" is too long.
Zach: Yeah, but when we get famous, our fans will shorten it to F-T-T-T-E-O-T-D.
-gilrmore girls
Lorelai: Heh, you know what I just realized? "Oy" is the funniest word in the entire world.
Rory: Hmm.
Lorelai: I mean think about it, you never hear the word "oy" and not smile. Impossible. Funny, funny word.
Emily: Oh dear God.
Lorelai: "Poodle" is another funny word.
Emily: Please drink your drink, Lorelai.
Lorelai: In fact, if you put "oy" and "poodle" together, in the same sentence, you'd have a great new catchphrase, you know? Like, "Oy with the poodles already."
Rory: Hehe.
Lorelai: So from now on, when the perfect circumstances arise, we will use our favorite new catchphrase:
Rory: Oy with the poodles already.
Lorelai: I'm telling you, it's knocking "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" right out of first place.
-gilrmore girls
Lorelai: Schooch down now and go to sleep.
(she moves Rory's armchair)
Rory: What are you doing?
Lorelai: Nothing, just a little feng shui, go to sleep.
Rory: Mom, you don't have to sleep in here tonight.
Lorelai: I know, I just think the chair looks nice here.
Rory: And what's the blanket for?
Lorelai: In case the chair gets cold.
Rory: And the pillow?
Lorelai: To keep the blanket company.
Rory: Uh-huh.
Lorelai: Okay, everything's in its place. Chair seems warm, blanket seems happy, just one thing missing... oh yeah.
sits down in chair
Lorelai: Goodnight.
Rory: Freak of sideshow proportions.
Lorelai: I love you, too.
Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: Hmm?
Rory: I'm sorry.
Lorelai: Shh, the chair is trying to sleep.
-gilrmore girls
Prime Minister: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinions starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion love actually is all around.
-love actually
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