you were in my dream last night
how so?
you came for a visit
awww
but i was at home
and we were taking random musical instruments out of your car
and my dog wouldn't shut up
so i let him sit in the front yard
and there was a stream of school buses and dogs down half my street and around a corner
and my dog wandered closer to them, so i yelled at him and he went to the porch
and then he ran away and joined them
so i ran after them
and around the corner, they vanished.
it was sad.
and then, i was sitting in the tenant's kitchen with my parents and my dad was like "i think janet's outside calling for him"
way to make my dog run away.
Im sorry!
oh, and there was something about all the dogs (and the schoolbuses, i guess) going to heaven, like 'all dogs go to heaven' and my response was "no"
and then i woke up
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Oh, um.
So it looks like it's been a month since my last post in this 'daily' posting bloggy thing.
Could I convince you that, perhaps, it has not actually been a month? See, it's been a month for you but not for me, and I'm really the only one that matters. In order to be a blogger, you have to have an over-sized ego, you know.
Well.
Here I am.
I'm kind of distracted with trying not to sneeze all over my keyboard, though, which isn't even my keyboard since my own computer is in another state, along with the power connector thingy to my external, so this really isn't at all my own, so this will be another disappointingly (to me, at least, probably enhearteningly) short post.
But, with an eye to saying "I have epic dreams, aren't you jealous? Yeah, you should be.", a quote, from a dream that was probably several weeks ago, but oh well I remember it now and that's all that matters, right?
"I feel like a ninja!"
"I'm only a ninja when I'm a gamer."
"When I'm a gamer, I never die!"
"Seems like a good plan, think you could make it work for me, too, right now?" (not part of the dialogue. but there was something to that effect)
If you take A to be the first person speaking and B to be the second, then A, at the moment when there was dialogue (really! in a dream! almost never happens. to me, at least), was hanging onto a rope attatched to the mast of a medium-sized sailboat and was flying out behind it because, for some reason, this particular sail boat can sail fast enough so the movement of the air suspends a full-grown male. B is on a small life boat, surrounded by the seven soulless (which sounds capitalized when people say it, but it isn't in actuality) who are in the water after having jumped off the larger boat to follow him and, hopefully, to them, eat his soul. The seven soulless (or The Seven Soulless, as a character would say) are children, or were at some point in time before they lost their souls. They eat the souls of real live people and make them dead. They do not make them into other soulless. There have always been and will always be "The Seven." Consonance and all that, you know.
There's a captain and another adult on the larger sail boat, watching them and generally trying to encourage the crew to go faster to escape the soulless. But there's only so much you can do with wind, you know. Or maybe you don't. But now you do, eh?
I swear these posts make sense to me while I write them.
Oh well. Just read it again and eventually all the bits will fall into place if they haven't yet. It's all in text there and, unlike the poem of that awesome guy, will not disappear.
I have not read the poem of that awesome guy, for the record. I just thing he was a literary genius to bring media into the format of his work.
That is, when originally published, his poem, which was something along the lines of "an ode to the dead" or something, to some loved family member I believe, though I am probably incorrect in that belief, was printed onto normal paper. With heat sensitive ink that faded rather quickly/ over time once exposed to the air. It late came out in a digital format where the CD deleted itself as the poem was displayed on the screen. (Or maybe that was just in his plans? I'm pretty sure it happened.)
I found out about it through TVtropes.
That's the post. We'll see when the next time I think of writing something is. Hopefully directly after another epic dream.
Could I convince you that, perhaps, it has not actually been a month? See, it's been a month for you but not for me, and I'm really the only one that matters. In order to be a blogger, you have to have an over-sized ego, you know.
Well.
Here I am.
I'm kind of distracted with trying not to sneeze all over my keyboard, though, which isn't even my keyboard since my own computer is in another state, along with the power connector thingy to my external, so this really isn't at all my own, so this will be another disappointingly (to me, at least, probably enhearteningly) short post.
But, with an eye to saying "I have epic dreams, aren't you jealous? Yeah, you should be.", a quote, from a dream that was probably several weeks ago, but oh well I remember it now and that's all that matters, right?
"I feel like a ninja!"
"I'm only a ninja when I'm a gamer."
"When I'm a gamer, I never die!"
"Seems like a good plan, think you could make it work for me, too, right now?" (not part of the dialogue. but there was something to that effect)
If you take A to be the first person speaking and B to be the second, then A, at the moment when there was dialogue (really! in a dream! almost never happens. to me, at least), was hanging onto a rope attatched to the mast of a medium-sized sailboat and was flying out behind it because, for some reason, this particular sail boat can sail fast enough so the movement of the air suspends a full-grown male. B is on a small life boat, surrounded by the seven soulless (which sounds capitalized when people say it, but it isn't in actuality) who are in the water after having jumped off the larger boat to follow him and, hopefully, to them, eat his soul. The seven soulless (or The Seven Soulless, as a character would say) are children, or were at some point in time before they lost their souls. They eat the souls of real live people and make them dead. They do not make them into other soulless. There have always been and will always be "The Seven." Consonance and all that, you know.
There's a captain and another adult on the larger sail boat, watching them and generally trying to encourage the crew to go faster to escape the soulless. But there's only so much you can do with wind, you know. Or maybe you don't. But now you do, eh?
I swear these posts make sense to me while I write them.
Oh well. Just read it again and eventually all the bits will fall into place if they haven't yet. It's all in text there and, unlike the poem of that awesome guy, will not disappear.
I have not read the poem of that awesome guy, for the record. I just thing he was a literary genius to bring media into the format of his work.
That is, when originally published, his poem, which was something along the lines of "an ode to the dead" or something, to some loved family member I believe, though I am probably incorrect in that belief, was printed onto normal paper. With heat sensitive ink that faded rather quickly/ over time once exposed to the air. It late came out in a digital format where the CD deleted itself as the poem was displayed on the screen. (Or maybe that was just in his plans? I'm pretty sure it happened.)
I found out about it through TVtropes.
That's the post. We'll see when the next time I think of writing something is. Hopefully directly after another epic dream.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Well then
It's been awhile. Or at least I feel like it has been. I don't even have a real reason. Alas.
I haven't managed to read blogs, much less write one.
And I'm kind of tired now, so I won't write anything decent at the moment.
I'll probably go to bed shortly. After maybe playing Rayman.
Because, you know, you all care deeply about the intricacies of my life. Yeah. Right.
Coming soon to a blog near you: a decent post.
Just, you know, probably not mine.
I haven't managed to read blogs, much less write one.
And I'm kind of tired now, so I won't write anything decent at the moment.
I'll probably go to bed shortly. After maybe playing Rayman.
Because, you know, you all care deeply about the intricacies of my life. Yeah. Right.
Coming soon to a blog near you: a decent post.
Just, you know, probably not mine.
Monday, November 23, 2009
whups, there goes my internets
i knew it was coming when windows was all like "increasing the siz of your page files" and i was all like "yo, keep you dirty mitts off my page files yo" and it was all like "too late! hahaaaa! some of your programs may stop working momentarily"
all sorts of problems going on.
might actually get some work done, i guess.
maybe.
we'll see.
later.
p.s. i fell asleep at 4pm and woke up at 5pm, thought it was the morning, went back to sleep, woke up at 6, was really confused as to why it was still so dark out, considered going back to sleep, remembered the work i'm supposed to have done by tomorrow, almost freaked out that i had ~ an hour to do it, thought to check my phone, did a double take, realized it was in fact still today, wondered how it could be 6 am if i remembered going to bed at 4pm the same day, finally realized it was 6pm, found some people and went to dinner.
p.p.s. it took me longer to figure that out than it took you to read. including the backtracking you probably did trying to make sense out of it.
p.p.p.s. windows and i have a love hate relationship. i'm all happiness and sunshine to it and it tolerates me until it suddenly decides it really doesn't want to run two programs at the same time and it picks one at random to close except it can't be random because it's never the music player because, you know, that's totally the more important thing in getting work done. background music. and when it decides to stop tolerating me, i'm usually less happiness and sunshine to it. but i still don't go changing bits of it without permission. not that i would ask my computer's permission to do something. i'd probably ask my brother. because he's good with things like that.
p.p.p.p.s. i just realized that the post scripts are longer than the post itself and i should probably be doing something important/milky productive right now.
p.p.p.p.p.s. i meant mildly. but milky is more amusing, so i'll leave it.
all sorts of problems going on.
might actually get some work done, i guess.
maybe.
we'll see.
later.
p.s. i fell asleep at 4pm and woke up at 5pm, thought it was the morning, went back to sleep, woke up at 6, was really confused as to why it was still so dark out, considered going back to sleep, remembered the work i'm supposed to have done by tomorrow, almost freaked out that i had ~ an hour to do it, thought to check my phone, did a double take, realized it was in fact still today, wondered how it could be 6 am if i remembered going to bed at 4pm the same day, finally realized it was 6pm, found some people and went to dinner.
p.p.s. it took me longer to figure that out than it took you to read. including the backtracking you probably did trying to make sense out of it.
p.p.p.s. windows and i have a love hate relationship. i'm all happiness and sunshine to it and it tolerates me until it suddenly decides it really doesn't want to run two programs at the same time and it picks one at random to close except it can't be random because it's never the music player because, you know, that's totally the more important thing in getting work done. background music. and when it decides to stop tolerating me, i'm usually less happiness and sunshine to it. but i still don't go changing bits of it without permission. not that i would ask my computer's permission to do something. i'd probably ask my brother. because he's good with things like that.
p.p.p.p.s. i just realized that the post scripts are longer than the post itself and i should probably be doing something important/milky productive right now.
p.p.p.p.p.s. i meant mildly. but milky is more amusing, so i'll leave it.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Oops
Well, so much for blogging everyday. And Barnaby. He's kind of fallen by the wayside.
But besides writing, everything's going swimingly. By some miracle, I still have friends (no, no recent drama. It's just always a nice thing to realize every once-in-a-while).
I'm still in the third season of Dr. Who. I like it, really I do, I just can't find time to watch it. Which is kind of sad when you take into account all the others things I waste my time with.
My roommates and I watched Finding Nemo last night and they baked cookie bars (which were deliciousness). I haven't seen finding nemo in so long. Then Juy had to go and point out that if you flush a fish, dead or not, it won't make it into the ocean because there are things like choppers. And so all those kids who dumped their pet fish after seeing Nemo just killed them. Thanks, Juy. No, really.
But yeah. I like Finding Nemo.
My brother and I are cooking Thanksgiving dinner! It's going to be so delicious.
The menu, to make you all jealous: salad, dinner rolls, turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy, pineapple yam, cauliflower & cheese, stuffing (of course) and for dessert, pumpkin cheesecake and vanilla cream pie.
It is going to be so. good.
I kind of can't wait 'til I'm home.
I miss cooking big meals. There's really no oportunity for it now.
But there's work I should be doing, so in the hopes of starting it, Adieu.
But besides writing, everything's going swimingly. By some miracle, I still have friends (no, no recent drama. It's just always a nice thing to realize every once-in-a-while).
I'm still in the third season of Dr. Who. I like it, really I do, I just can't find time to watch it. Which is kind of sad when you take into account all the others things I waste my time with.
My roommates and I watched Finding Nemo last night and they baked cookie bars (which were deliciousness). I haven't seen finding nemo in so long. Then Juy had to go and point out that if you flush a fish, dead or not, it won't make it into the ocean because there are things like choppers. And so all those kids who dumped their pet fish after seeing Nemo just killed them. Thanks, Juy. No, really.
But yeah. I like Finding Nemo.
My brother and I are cooking Thanksgiving dinner! It's going to be so delicious.
The menu, to make you all jealous: salad, dinner rolls, turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy, pineapple yam, cauliflower & cheese, stuffing (of course) and for dessert, pumpkin cheesecake and vanilla cream pie.
It is going to be so. good.
I kind of can't wait 'til I'm home.
I miss cooking big meals. There's really no oportunity for it now.
But there's work I should be doing, so in the hopes of starting it, Adieu.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
snowmen in july-like-weather in november
"you should go look outside your door (you'll probs have to actually go outside and look) and look around you stoop. legit. the sooner the better."
"so like right before i got your message my roommate comes by and tells me.. dude there is snow on our porch. and i was like *insert name here*... haha how do you know where i live?"
*backstory, or as much of it as i care to give before going to bed because it's much later than when i went to bed last night.
he canceled on me friday night to go look at the pretty sky in the freezing cold. (it was wicked clear and really pretty and i saw a shooting star. totally missed out, he did.)
went to church tonight. saw him there. was in the process of convincing girl (who may or may not get a name at a later point in time) to go build snowmen with me. tonight. and though it was below freezing friday, it's mid fifties tonight. she thought i was crazy. he didn't believe me that there was snow and went home.
obviously, you should trust me when i'm giggling like a five year old.
Edit: I just realized I didn't address the whole 'how do you know where i live?' thing, but that's probably left for a better time when i actually feel like typing.
my arm is kind of tired from carrying a rather large chunk of snow/ice for twenty minutes.
"so like right before i got your message my roommate comes by and tells me.. dude there is snow on our porch. and i was like *insert name here*... haha how do you know where i live?"
*backstory, or as much of it as i care to give before going to bed because it's much later than when i went to bed last night.
he canceled on me friday night to go look at the pretty sky in the freezing cold. (it was wicked clear and really pretty and i saw a shooting star. totally missed out, he did.)
went to church tonight. saw him there. was in the process of convincing girl (who may or may not get a name at a later point in time) to go build snowmen with me. tonight. and though it was below freezing friday, it's mid fifties tonight. she thought i was crazy. he didn't believe me that there was snow and went home.
obviously, you should trust me when i'm giggling like a five year old.
Edit: I just realized I didn't address the whole 'how do you know where i live?' thing, but that's probably left for a better time when i actually feel like typing.
my arm is kind of tired from carrying a rather large chunk of snow/ice for twenty minutes.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Ice, Ice, Baby
I have discovered how awesome I am.
I am, in fact, awesome enough to have moldy ice in my fridge. (Yes, I abbreviate. Not because I think it makes me look cool, mainly just because I can't spell. Yes, my mother always told (and tells) me to sound things out. It does not help.)
Moldy ice.
Let's think about that, shall we?
Ice is water. H2O. There is no carbon involved, which is the main substance living organisms. You know, all the aliens say "stupid carbon-based organisms." Because we are. Carbon based and probably stupid, too.
Why have I never heard of moldy ice before? I'm going to go with: because it has never existed up until it found its niche in my freezer.
That's right, I'm awesome enough that new organisms (or at least mutations) take form in my general vicinity. A whole new kind of life, as far as I know, in that it doesn't involve carbon. Unless there's some extra carbon floating around in my freezer that was like "hey, ice" (carbon does not talk. that would be silly) and was all "hey, baby, how about we go back to your place and try to stream up the walls a little?" Come to think of it, that might be why the freezer compartment was dripping so much. Hot and steamy carbon-ice going ons.
And before anyone comments, no, I did not have anything else in my freezer besides the icecube tray which is made of plastic (pink, unfortunately enough, sorry mr. carnivor if you ever read this). And while some rubber is made from rubber trees, I'm pretty sure this thing is completely artificial and shouldn't have carbon in it to precipitate (I don't know if that's the right word and I'm pretty sure it's not, but spell check says it exists and I'm too lazy to google it. I love how google is a verb now) a life form.
Sorry if all these asides are distracting from the main argument. Let me recap for you:
I am awesome. So awesome that I have made life. A new species, in fact. A new life form. And then I washed the ice tray multiple times and washed it down the sink.
So if you suddenly have mold creeping out at you from the drains, it's probably my fault because this new lifeform thing doesn't have any natural predators seeing as how it was just created. Came into being. Whatever.
I'm sorry for the end of the world by mold. I'll work on thinking up something that will eat ice-mold. Ice-carbon children. Maybe ice is cannibalistic? Maybe if I had left it in there the ice would have devoured the offspring from the liaison? Maybe. Then again, my fridge kind of smelled. And I'm going to blame the mold. Because there's really not much in there. Well, there are like five water bottles. And I was going to say that water doesn't smell, but hey, if my ice can grow mold, what's to stop the water from growing mold, too, right? It's all H2O.
I am, in fact, awesome enough to have moldy ice in my fridge. (Yes, I abbreviate. Not because I think it makes me look cool, mainly just because I can't spell. Yes, my mother always told (and tells) me to sound things out. It does not help.)
Moldy ice.
Let's think about that, shall we?
Ice is water. H2O. There is no carbon involved, which is the main substance living organisms. You know, all the aliens say "stupid carbon-based organisms." Because we are. Carbon based and probably stupid, too.
Why have I never heard of moldy ice before? I'm going to go with: because it has never existed up until it found its niche in my freezer.
That's right, I'm awesome enough that new organisms (or at least mutations) take form in my general vicinity. A whole new kind of life, as far as I know, in that it doesn't involve carbon. Unless there's some extra carbon floating around in my freezer that was like "hey, ice" (carbon does not talk. that would be silly) and was all "hey, baby, how about we go back to your place and try to stream up the walls a little?" Come to think of it, that might be why the freezer compartment was dripping so much. Hot and steamy carbon-ice going ons.
And before anyone comments, no, I did not have anything else in my freezer besides the icecube tray which is made of plastic (pink, unfortunately enough, sorry mr. carnivor if you ever read this). And while some rubber is made from rubber trees, I'm pretty sure this thing is completely artificial and shouldn't have carbon in it to precipitate (I don't know if that's the right word and I'm pretty sure it's not, but spell check says it exists and I'm too lazy to google it. I love how google is a verb now) a life form.
Sorry if all these asides are distracting from the main argument. Let me recap for you:
I am awesome. So awesome that I have made life. A new species, in fact. A new life form. And then I washed the ice tray multiple times and washed it down the sink.
So if you suddenly have mold creeping out at you from the drains, it's probably my fault because this new lifeform thing doesn't have any natural predators seeing as how it was just created. Came into being. Whatever.
I'm sorry for the end of the world by mold. I'll work on thinking up something that will eat ice-mold. Ice-carbon children. Maybe ice is cannibalistic? Maybe if I had left it in there the ice would have devoured the offspring from the liaison? Maybe. Then again, my fridge kind of smelled. And I'm going to blame the mold. Because there's really not much in there. Well, there are like five water bottles. And I was going to say that water doesn't smell, but hey, if my ice can grow mold, what's to stop the water from growing mold, too, right? It's all H2O.
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