| grape jello will never be the same! |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|03:33 pm] |
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| | Slayers---Midnight Blue | ] |
So, i didnt go to work today. for some reason i woke up at 630 and thought to myself, "Great ill be to work early!" but what happened instead is ten seconds later i fall back asleep and dont wake up again till 10 something. Jonathan was nice enough to point this out to me so i made him call my office and tell them i was ill like he was my mother or something. so then i go back to sleep and the "dreams" occur.
First dream involved my dad. we were all at my house and suddenly the house becomes some hotel thing. i notice this but it doesnt strike odd to me at all. then my dad checks in and everybody freaks out!!! we are like "Dad, where in the hell have you been?!!! Senial OLD MAN." he explains to us he was hiding out from the mafia which turned out to be his ex company Unisys. He had always said it and it turned out to be true. Then all the sudden in a surprising emotional outburst from myself i just go up and hug him and jump on him and start just balling about how much i missed the old fart. he patted me on the back and said everything was gonna be alright now. It was a good start for my series of dreams.
Second dream..... Racing hondas in my back yard mario cart 64 style. somehow my friends and i thought it would be a really good idea to race our real cars in the back yard of my house. now anybody who has been to my house will know that that is just impossible so i have no idea how my dream self thought this would ever happen. it was perfect to us in the dream.......sorta long but narrow. had a pool of death and even obstacles to avoid. it was a jeep, two hondas, and a freaking explorer in the race. carol and brandy were the flag girls but instead of the walking infront of the vehicles opted to just sit a picnic table and mutter "go." we were off and some how we were actually able to maneuver. the race was going ok and i was pulling ahead but then all the sudden my car flips up into the air and i notice the freaking RED JEEP from hell has shot me with a Koopa Troopa shell. being pissed i pop the son of the bitch car into second being over come with raw emotion and not caring for the car's sake. i catch up to dukes of hazard jim and some how force him over onto a ramp where he flies into the air straight into the ditch conveniently located behind my house. watching my work float through the air with a landing that can only be described unfortunate i laugh with self approval only to find myself falling into my pool. with a crazy turn of events Robbie of all people won the race. sigh.
Dream number Three starts off as a television show like unsolved mysteries telling the truth of what happened to a ship of convicts that disappeared on the ocean in the 1800s. the camera pans across a ship in the middle of storm and quickly goes below the bow to the second floor below deck. somehow im a convict and im watching waves of water coming into the ship. panicking i scramble to the top of the vessel and have a look around. all the other cons have taken over the boat in the upheveal and are running around on deck as waves crash on us. a fellow prisoner comes up the top of the ship next to me and says something isnt right. thinking i take a look around. he is right. the ship is speeding and somewhere off to starboard side a light is seen off in the mar. turns out to be .... fucking Aliens. the ship starts to speed even more close to the shore. looking we can see the water shallow and people begin to jump deck. the few of us who didnt end up on the island in some suburban environment. my new friend and i thinking we have escaped doom start to get off the ship and suddenly we hear a siren. a hoover craft full of im guessing of an alien police force of five pulls up and starts rounding the survivors up. here i fear for my life because if there are two things in the world i fear they are cows and aliens. my buddy and i pick up a rock and as they approach us let loose. now the aliens are in this somewhat radioactive containment suits but totally gray and well made for big ass head big eyed alien bitches, so when we hit them in the face with the rocks their helmets go over their eyes and they cant really function right. sorta like british slap stick comedy. somehow i escape but my buddy has fallen to their light saber toys. i happen to steal one and take down a few of my alien pursuers. crawling around in the darkness of the neighborhood i come across numerous aliens just walking around and im trying to avoid. one couple though i stop to watch. they are in a fenced off property in a pool just talking. i cant understand them because they are alien but they are both women that i can tell. im listen and then i hear a rustle in the leaves behind me. as im up in the tree i look down and there is a guard. with the leap of a lemar i take the guard out and fall into a mini valley five feet from the tree. i can still see the couple speaking but take notice of the disturbance not far away. i feel my heart begin to face and know im not in the best position. i have a dead alien on top of me for one. they come out and notice the dead guard. hear comes the strangest part of the dream. the alien screams, now get this, "RAMBOOOOOOO!" what the hell is all i can think. but the other pulls out a spear and starts to stab the body im hidden under to see if, i guess, im there. thankfully she doesnt notice. as they the one is crying though and im thinking i may get out of this something bites me on the ass. i start of wiggle just ever so slightly and my cover was blown. suddenly i start doing this weird back somersaults down the hill behind us into a ditch with flowing water. i start to swim in the opposite direction of the flow so that the aliens will think im going that way. when i notice them run off in that direction i just stop swimming and follow the current, which is raging might i add, about ummmm 15 blocks down. i crawl out of the surprising clean water and carefully make my way up to the street. i then jump up on to a lamp post with a spider man pose and i begin to hear a ring......i quickly notice it to be a telephone, my telephone. i had woken up...bleh. now i will never know how my war with the aliens in the 1800s went. but ill have to say i was gonna win because i creeping around all Tenchu style. hopefully tonight i can continue where i left off. have a great day. |
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| Jude Law was a Pimpbot.......that's great |
[Jun. 21st, 2004|12:14 pm] |
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| |  horny | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the sexy hum of a computer fan | ] |
feeling the warm humid air as you step out on to the field. lacing up your boots and getting in those first on target passes with a fast return. you feel the sweat on the verge of soaking your skin and you are happy.......but wait ! what is this??? 200 yards away something black and white pulls up and begins to watch. taking notice i try to figure out what this panda motif vehicle is doing and then with a roar that of a fierce over-paid force with bad morals i hear BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP "PARK IS CLOSED!" i realize then that it is the fun police on patrol again. i look over and robbie being mesmerized by his soccer ball antics like a child with candy doesnt notice our visitor and continues to play. noticing more fun in progress the police were quick to counter ... BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP "I SAID PARK IS CLOSED!!!" now lets analyze this.... hmmmmm 200 yards away in the dark......am i supposed to say "yes sir we are leaving," cant really do that. should i wave in acknowledgment?? i have a plan. why dont the lazy bastards in the tax paid car that im paying for drive their sorry asses atleast down to the fields and tell us "Guys, we are sorry but the park is closed. if you could kindly wait till the 'morrow and please move along." but i guess BLEEEEEEEEEEEEP "Park is closed" while with the added feature of being easier gets the same nice message across. Fucking pigs! plus those freaking spotlights are BRIGHT. i can see their point if, i dont know, we were a bunch of individuals gathered, or perhaps a boy and a girl on top of one another. but no, we were two people using our time to practice instead of using it for destructive causes like making bombs,throwing rocks at people, soliciting sexual services. and another thing... it is public property so why am i getting kicked off, i find it ironic.
other than that weekend wasnt too bad. got some good practice in with the dart. Jonathan was nice enough to buy me a bow, a really nice bow, and i even shot that a few times. Friend Tab came into town got a bit of billiard pool in. while being rusty at first i came along and achieved the honor of champion. i even defeated his legendary red velvet cased "white." there was a really cute girl there too. maybe ill get to see her again sometime, who knows? i got a call friday night from brad but sorry guy, when you called i had passed out on the couch. sorry i didnt get back in touch and happy bday by the way. 21 is a hoot. i ate dinner twice and saw a movie with nicole this weekend too. Shrek 2 was surprising good seeing as how i havent seen the first one. i was also kidnapped something that hasnt happened since the days of Ashley Lynn. ahhhh the.......well not good days. i messed up my peach tree this weekend also hahaha but the damn thing was blighted and i needed to cut it down. looks like a retarded palm tree now trying to make-out with my pear tree. hopefully it will look fine by next year. found that while hondas are small and highly impressive are also mechanically put together stupidly and extremely heavy when pushing them uphill. o and added in from brandy, have weak ass back driver's side windows but the front ones seem strong. didnt get to see my unnamed cat this weekend and im hoping he hasnt fled. other than that i got to hear more high school complaining about how much life is unfair and how i just dont know how things are. please, think before you speak to me about fair and unfair. well seeing as how im at work i should go. and by the way....my uncle's mom just died back in Vietnam.... what is it about this year??? talk to you gents later |
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| WinjuMa |
[Jun. 18th, 2004|10:44 am] |
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| |  working | ] |
| [ | music |
| | sounds of middle aged man delivering 120 lbs of paper | ] |
staying up late talking to your friends, while fun, is not the best for the next morning. yesterday, after a long boring day at work i come home and decide that you know what, im 21 and i need to start acting like someone with responsibility. so i came home mowed the yard, looking good because of the 3 weeks of ruthless rainfall, sweep the entire length of my drive including around the pool, and washed a fraction of the Pre-1994 Honda Supreme Deal Automotive Bizarre occupants. All in all, these tasks took me roughly 3 and a half hours. Not too shabby. from now on i need to keep up with this whole sweeping the drive way, having chores, keeping in contact with family members, it makes you feel good that you accomplished something until you wake up the next morning thinking how good your house must look because of all that hard work you put into it only to walk outside and see that nature wants you to work a bit harder by pelleting your drive way with myriads of a tree's attempt to further its lineage. but all of that is fine with me because it gives me something to form a habit out of so the house will look just a tee bit nicer.
ive been practicing pretty hard with my rope dart lately and it has paid off. i am much better than i was when i received it a week ago. one of my better birthday gifts. you can measure my progress by the number of bruises and holes located on my feet. seeing how i have a lot more healing than open wounds. those damn things are dangerous as hell but incredibly fun at the same time. its gotten to the point where i dont even feel the blunt sides crashing into me or even when the point of the dart decides to fly back and bite me, the cussing has gone down. my brother has been helping me a lot with it and i have a ways to go to be as good with it as he is but only after a week of semi training with it i think im moving along nicely. i have a lot of respect for the people who discovered the movements to all that rope directional change only to let it fly off your contorted body. and with all this weapons talk ive putting my interests back into learning more about martial arts. perhaps i will get the brother a spear for his graduation gift, but dont tell him about it. all the training has paid off in another way too!!! we were practicing in the yard yesterday and suddenly a stray kitten came to our yard and played with us. so it seems we have gotten a cat from this...well a new cat. and hopefully this one will come with better results than the last. just as long as i keep my brother away from the cat's head and 1.5 pound steel weight things should go well. The neko even climbed in the house yesterday and explored. we need to come up with some witty name that strikes fear but love into the little girl kittens' hearts around the neighborhood. If you have any suggestions please give them. with that i am off |
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| Ever so bored |
[Jun. 16th, 2004|02:35 pm] |
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At work.....really bored.....nothing to do.......trying this live journal thing out.....not too appealing....i wish i had a puppy under my desk that i could play with....will you be my puppy? maybe Jamie from Real World will be my puppy. I love her. Much better than that Robyn girl, bleh. Though the ultimate hottie from the series was Rachel the half filipino girl....i miss her battle of the sexes campaigns. |
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