Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Dream baby!

Also, sorry for the lack of bi-weekly updates; I've just been super lazy.

Whenever I dream of bathrooms, it's usually like a HUGE room full of toilets, I mean everywhere you go, just toilets. Usually the toilets are filled with junk, but I don't mind. And during this sequence, I don't have a care in the world; I'm not worried about people looking or how everything's so open. Is there something wrong with me? I usually get these dreams every two months or so, and no, I don't have to use the restroom when I wake up and my sheets are clean. I also had another dream where I was being shot at, which was freaking trippy and scary. I was with my church friends, and we were just chilling at someone's apartment, when these two or three guys some in with guns in their hands. I nearly died, then I headed out the back when shots were fired. I climbed out the window, then fell maybe 5 stories. I was stumbling, trying to get up, when those same guys came around the corner, and they started throwing all these things on me, they must've been receipts or IOU's (think Dumb and Dumber). They were telling me that I was the one who robbed the bank, and they wanted me to say it, or else they would've shot me. I complied, the I woke up. What are you guys up to these days?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Dark Souls...

Here I come!

I can't wait until this game comes out; I'll play the hell out of it, then die thousands of times, and learn from (almost) every death. For those who've played Demon's Souls, this game will fit nicely in their collection. Thank you Bandai, but I would've also liked to have played the broken statue, the Giants one.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Humans are

pretty darn amazing creatures. We cured diseases, built skyscrapers, and ventured to the highest and lowest (that we know of) points on the entire planet; why? To show that we pretty much rock. Take the brain, for example. It's just a bunch of nerves and synapses pulsing information in electricity (I think...) throughout our entire body to control and do things on it's own; without our knowledge. Have you ever had those inner-body farts that occur within your stomach/intestines? Those instances are pretty funny, because you can't help it, haha. But to what extent will we go? Every year or so, information and data speeds and whatnot increase almost two-fold; that's a huge leap from every 100 years to build something (right?).

Monday, June 6, 2011

Dear wood plank.

Did it hurt when I ran you over after switching lanes at 65MPH? I don't think it did, because you were still in the same position when I looked back, stubborn you. Now I will be sending you a bill for the damages: new tire ($100), new wheel ($70), and heartache ($54378295634782657346925432). Thank you for your business, but due to certain events, I hope that we never meet again.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I think cats

are using my doormat as a litter box. There's no dookie or any of the sort, but it always smells right outside the entrance to my house. Also, there's always cats around; always. Why is it that felines are able to live on their own (almost) as a wild cat, and dogs are just helpless and get hit by cars and stupid stuff? Maybe it really is like men and women. Almost.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Dream baby!

I was chillin' in my backyard, and these red/yellow balloon type things started to crawl over the crest of my trees, which was freaking scary as hell because I thought it was an invasion of some sort (like a smaller version of a Japanese Balloon Bomb); there must've been about 100 of them, about 4 feet in diameter. I ran back inside the house to grab my camera, and when I came back outside, the balloons were gone, but there were yellow creatures, about 6 feet tall, that look like this bamf:

there must've been 30 of them, just lumbering around. When I called out to my dog to get inside the house, they turned their attention to me; I was freaking out. My dog approached one of these creatures, and was getting real close, and the monster was attempting to bite and eat my dog. I blocked the thing, grabbed my dog, but my hand was bitten by the monster. I went back inside the house, then woke up; there were bite marks on my mouth, as if I was biting real hard down on my lips.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Rapture? Only in Bioshock today, folks.

Harold Camping. What a loony. No one knows the date of rapture, and this guy has the chongas to predict it. He predicted that the world would end in 1994; did it? Unless I'm blogging into oblivion, I don't think it did. But it would be entertaining to know what you guys would do if you knew the rapture's date.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Death and its doings.

I was thinking about death and people dying; it's not something that I look forward to, but I know is inevitable. I don't want to be around the thought of it, but I can't help but entertain what would happen if _______. It's silly to think about things like that, especially at a young age, but you really don't know how to prepare for what is to come.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Dream baby!

I was purchasing a falcon and some of the things necessary to keep and maintain him her it. The home cage was $800, the carry cage was $300, and some of the other things were too fuzzy to remember correctly; but the weird thing is that the shop was in my sister's room. Maybe I was having this dream because my neighbor's bird is a very loud white cockatoo, and I don't think he knows how to properly maintain and keep the bird happy, because it's always cawwing and squeeking and going bonkers from sunrise till sunset. Isn't that just great?

Monday, May 16, 2011

Seriously though,

who sticks gum under the table?! I thought that ended in high school, but apparently it doesn't. And now I have leftover gum on my shirt; thanks chump. Sometimes, I don't understand people; who has the indecency to not get up to throw away their trash? Oh, ehehe. Funny story, but more on that later.