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I dream! A dream!

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 18:59:13 GMT

I had another dream that was interesting and involved LAM:

So Lammy boy and I were fixing in what could be described as a lap pool with very dark water. And I was ON FIRE as far as casting goes. Man, the distance I was getting on my casts was insane and other people fishing around the pool were taking notice as well as Lam who was saying, "Wow, good job!"

And so on my first cast I nab a fishy. I reel it in and it has no fins and no tail, but neither Lam nor I really think that's weird. Also, it's a blue fish that Lam-chops calls a Blue Back. He tells me it's really rare and asks if he wants me to de-hook it. I say no, I got it, and I unhook it. Then he asks if I have the back rash yet.

And I look at him and say, "What?". And he says, "Oh, you didn't know? Most people are insanely allergic to the Blue Back and get a yellow, scaley rash on the sides of the back. So I look at my hands in disgust and suddenly realize that my eye is REALLY itchy. And HELL if I'm going to rub highly-allergic Blue Back SLIME into my eye. So I ignore my incessant need to poke my eye and continue fishing.

At this point my casts are getting everyone's attention. All I hear are compliments thrown my way, or people asking, "Oh wow, who's the big caster!?" So I keep casting, which most of the time is over other people's lines, over bridges, over people themselves. But no one is phased by my distrupting casts and continues to bombard me with metaphoric pats on the back. Then something aweful happens.

As I cast what would be my last cast of the dream, some people start screaming right where my line just hit the water. Some lady is being chomped on, clamped down on, by a HUGE clam. She's just bobbing there, struggling to get free of this thing, and I suddenly realize that my hook has caught onto the clam. And then with startling speed the clam TAKES OFF with the lady in its mouth. I don't know how clams swim, but this one did. And fast!

So naturally I start trying to REEL HER IN. If she's being dragged away by some crazy clam, and I've got the sucker hooked, I'm going to try to save her, right? So somehow my tiny thin little line doesn't instantly SNAP and I'm able to at least slow the bastard down until someone else grabs the clam and a bunch of guys pry its jaws of death open (shells of death?) and get her out.

After she gets out, her boyfriend starts beating up a life guard, blaming him for what happened. In between punches to the face, the life guard is able to explain that the clam surfaced due to how far out someone was casting. He points in the direction of the offender. And apparently that is me. Thus, he starts charging around the side of the pool toward me.

I know exactly what's going on here. I know he's coming over to me. And I saw what happened to the life guard. So I know he's going to try and beat me up. So what else could I do, but cast my line at his face when he got close.

As my hook neared his face I yanked down and caught his bottom lip. And I reeled him in. Now, for all you non-physics majors out there, please note that what I'm about to do IS physically possible while NOT in a dream setting, but only for ME and my magical-unbreakable line.

So with this 200+ pound guy, hooked at the mouth, dangling from my 5-10 lb.fishing line, I whip the fishing pole back, heave forward, and cast him out. A huge guy flying through the air like a dead fish is quite a spectacle, but seeing him SPLASH would be even better. Unfortunately I woke up before that happened.

Weird dreams... I wonder what they mean sometimes?

Dear cliche xanga entry, I miss you.

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 09:09:56 GMT

Yeah I know, it's lame to talk to your xanga as if it's real and it somehow misses you and your rantings, but here it goes...

Xanga, I'm sorry I've neglected you. I hope you're not too mad at me. It's not that I haven't visited the site, because I mean, well, I've been reading and posting on other peoples' blogs, it's just that I haven't been posting on you.

I'm not going to try to hide anything. The real truth is that I've grown to hate you. You're not as beautiful as you used to be, you're old, and quite frankly, you just don't get it up for me any more. I'm sorry Xanga, but I'm leaving you for another man.

NO NO, I'M SO SORRY! I TAKE IT ALL BACK! I NEED YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!

Good Times!

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 16:26:06 GMT

Last night was awesome, but my voice is pretty messed up. I have a sore throat, but it's all worth it!

Thanks for doing karaoke with me guys, I hope you all liked it and we can go again. Sushi is omega'licious as well!

Dreamers Beware

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 10:58:30 GMT

THIS is what happens to you if you fall asleep on my bed.

You get paid a visit by MR. BULL!!! (he's got a gassy ass)

Sweet dreams...

Happy Birthday to me!

Mon, 15 May 2006 00:14:36 GMT

It's Mama's day today! Give me some love!

Can't sleep

Wed, 03 May 2006 08:19:16 GMT

Can't sleep. Not tired. Thinking too much. I made the mistake of getting tired at 9 and napping until 12.

Now I'm wide awake and surfing facebook and myspace and now I'm here at xanga cuz myspace crashed firefox.

I keep thinking of writing poems, but poems always sound so dumb. Maybe I'll just write a poem about watermelon so I can be famous after I die. I want to make my art site. I need to finish work for other clients. I want Roger to quit home depot and get into web design. He'd be better off there, but he doesn't believe in his skill as much as I do. He'll believe one day, I'll make sure.

My triceps are freakin sore! lil' bugger muscles!

Smallest muscles in your arm! Hurt so bad, make me wanna cry!

I can't wait to work out "later today". I'm addicted no doubt. Feels good to be sore.

Feels good to have money. I want more! I wanna buy my house! Japan first, house later. That's the plan. $3000 for Japan, wow! Saving up. Half-way there. July's my bitch!

Still not tired. Getting new music. Ever heard of "Ok Go"?? I love myspace because I get exposed to a ton of new sounds. And I love free music. Thanks internet, you're a pal.

There are some funny shirts at http://www.bustedtees.com

THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAV!

I like it because you have to be political and stuff to know what it's talking about and stuff. i like bears

I want to hang out with the 45 cent babes and just let loose. There are things that are stressing me out and I need me some lovin.

I'm going to be buff soon. I give myself a month before I finish my six pack. I've got like a 2-4 pack right now. It's one of those two, but not like it's somewhere in between. I most certainly DON'T have a 3 pack. That's gross.

Message me if you're up. Wish I could sleep.

BULL SHIT!!!

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 03:06:37 GMT

Buggers!

I deserve the gold medal!

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 13:21:39 GMT

So I was at some resort with my family and down at the pools with my sister when I learn about a back-flipping contest where if you do 30 backflips you win.

Being a back-flip master (apparently) I decide to try, except while doing back-flips I'm in the pool bobbing around in a metal trash can.

After my 30th flip my sister somehow gets me disqualified which pisses me off so I end up at the top of the high dive throwing heavy objects down at people.

I'm still tired.. -grrrr AHAHA.... that's a funny face.

I had another strange dream

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 20:13:58 GMT

So it's me and Mark and Andy, but I was on my own for the most part. There were other people I didn't know in it too and they were all pretty grouchy.

We were all in this hotel-ish building that was HUGE. Inisde the building there was a harbor with boats in it, but mind you this is INSIDE the hotel. The ceilings are basically huge archways, kinda like a Cathedral might have. I never actually found the outside in my dream.

The first thing I remember is hanging out with a bunch of middle aged men, the type that are married and have younger children. I truley think they were the guys from my real life Texas adventure. But they were all grumpy cuz they had sun burns or something. But I was hanging out with them for a little while listening to them bitch before I left. Apparently we had gone on some sort of water voyage the day before (a trip I don't recall).

But anyways, I break off from the doggy downers and find my hotel room after searching the halls, waking up people, startling others as I bust through their doors. It wasn't my fault. There were doors in the hall that led to other halls. But every once in a while it'd be a room. And people would start bitching at me. "Oh, don't come in here! I'm sleeping! Close the door! Ohhhhhhhh...." And I'm like, "Sorry" cuz you know, I'm an exceptionally nice, honest, humble person. I'm so great.

Then I'm reading on the 2nd floor outside my room, which isn't a balcony, it's basically a 2 foot slab of concrete protruding from the wall. I decide I want to go swimming so I nail my book to the ceiling so I don't lose it.

So I go swimming out beyond the boats, under 2 huge arches and find another massive water area with gigantic fountains and Mark! I say hi to mark, hang out with him a bit, then realize WE HAVE TO LEAVE SOON AND MY BOOK IS NAILED TO A CEILING!!!! So I go on a quest to retrieve my book, and plus I forgot when we were leaving so I'm in a bit of a panic.

I make it to the hotel's 1st floor and again I'm barging into people's rooms trying to find mine, but mine's on the 2nd, so don't ask, I don't know... I can't find mine but I find Andy's. He says, "What's up?" all nice so I ask, "Hey when are we leaving again?" and he gets all pissed off and says, "We're leaving whenever I told you we were leaving THE LAST TIME I TOLD YOU!!! *sigh* First we're going to take the bus and then.........."

Not wanting to put up with him I just move on and I can hear him still talking about how we're gonna leave as I get further away, his voice trailing off, and I think "What an asshole."

So then I open a door with a ton of mexican children sitting all along the outside of the room. I say, "Oops, sorry." Give a wave and as I'm about to leave and shut the door the kids say, "Hey, it's that same guy again!"

And I'm thinking, "What? I've never been to this room before?" Whatever, so I keep moving until I open a door that isn't a door door, it's a tent door. So now I'm in this tent with a bunch of little kids. And I'm no longer on the 1st floor, I'm on the 2nd and suddenly my goal isn't finding my room and my book, it's simply GETTING THE HELL OUT OF THERE.

I tell the little kids I need to get outside and they start chattering to each other like those midgets in The Wizard of OZ, pretty much saying "He's off to see the wizard?!" Except instead of a wizard, they're saying, "Do you want to see the Angel? There's an Angel out there!"

Instead of arguing I say, in a slightly sarcastic and monotone tone, "Yes... I want to see the Angel." So they help me unzip their tent and I dive straight down into the water between two boats, plunging down and down and down, and I can't stop plunging. I keep flapping my arms trying to swim up (cuz I swim like a bird in real life maybe?) and nothing's working I just keep going down. Which is VERY BAD NEWS because I feel a fishing line against my leg and I know that eventually that line will be a hook.

So I'm freaking out cuz I don't feel like getting a chunk of flesh ripped out of my leg. And as I'm panicing I wake up thinking it's going to be like 4:30pm since my sleep schedule's been total crap lately. And so I'm already bewildered enough as it is from this crazy ass dream, only to find it's only 12:30pm. And then I gave out a cheer because my sleep schedule is almost back to normal! One day I woke up at 8:00pm. WOW!

I know this is a long story, but it was a long dream and I actually remembered quite a bit of it. Hopefully it's not too long and keeps you entertained if you read it. I just have some pretty weird dreams. BUGGERS!!!!

Clubbing is for baby seals...

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 06:35:25 GMT

I know the title is horrible, but oh well.

So tonight we went clubbing and bar hopping. I managed to avoid drinking most everything thrown my way, but I did end up taking a Jagger bomb. I then proceeded to drink as much water as possible since I'm pretty sure the headache I got from the night before is 1. because of alcohol and 2. because I didn't drink my daily value of 8 pints of water, or whatever it is. I have no idea. 2 gallons? I just know that for the past 2 days (last night and today) I've been drinking as much water as possible and as a consequence, peeing like crazy.

Yeah so usually on the rare occasion that I do go clubbing, I dance. Tonight, I did not dance. This would be the FIRST time I've refrained from dancing at a club. And NO it's not because I wasn't drinking. I DO NOT need alcohol to dance. I just really didn't feel like dancing. Plus, there were VERY FEW girls worth dancing with (don't even try to defend this, everyone does filters) and the ones that I would have liked to dance with were being humped by the same guy since I walked in which leads me to believe that they are DATING. And I'm not into threesomes that involve more than one mada.

So after we left the club called "M" we decided to go to "Pulp Fiction" and on the way over we picked up two random girls in our limo. Naturally I would try to talk to them and get to know them just because I'm a friendly guy, but that was made impossible by the barrage of DRUNK that was being plowed into them from the two Russian Israeli Jewish brothers from Montreal, Canada. I'm not saying it wasn't hillarious, just that I'm not used to taking a back seat to the comedy. Plus, at first I thought maybe someone knew who they were so for a while I was extremely confused why there were two girls now in our limo.

They were pretty cool, but they were too young to go with us to the club that we ultimately DIDN'T go to. :-/ Can't say I'm too disappointed. I mean, I was having fun, but I really didn't expect much from Houston clubs after "M". If I don't dance at a club.... ME.... then there's no point in going. I love making a fool of myself so when you see me standing there kinda bored, you know something's wrong.

So now it's 1:30am Texas time and we have a 11:50am flight which means we'll need to leave for the airport by 9:45am to get there by around 10:15am, and we have brunch at 9:45am so I'm a combination of WORRIED and CONFUSED. I'm just constantly told our ride will be accommodated for us. I didn't realize it was possible to eat that fast. But necessity is the mother of invention, is it not?

Here's to not sleeping for a few more hours! KAMPAI!!

(Oh yeah, and I lost my cell phone... /cry)