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Saturday, February 28, 2009

♪: radwimps - セツナレンサ

I'm so tired of having Nightmares. Is it because I'm freezing usually in bed? I loveeeeeee being cold right before/when I'm sleeping. My entire family does, really. ANYWAY. This nightmare had to be the most detailed I've ever had. We were outside and the entire city was deserted. Meaning, all the cars were vacant, the only sounds were snow falling from the dead trees and an occasional crack that we would continuously look around on.
My mom decided to go use the bathroom (haha, i know) at some abandoned gas station. I begged her not to because there zombies around it just wasn't safe. She's gone and I'm in some car, trying, as quietly as I could, to pass the line of empty cars. Slowly, very slowly, I pass one and this motorcycle passes me. I jump, thinking it was a creature bent on killing me, but it was a large black man,l holding some shotgun. He looks at me and says, "They're coming, we have to hurry!"
I get out of my car for some idiotic reason and follow him down an empty neighborhood that clearly hasn't been lived in for sometime. Then, this girl meets us, a human, and has a gun too. Soon, I hear the zombies screaming in the background. I'm looking at the vine infested cars, the chipped houses, the tipped over cars, the snow covering toys, swings, anything.
Soon, I saw them. Right before one comes at me and kills me, some girl pops out from behind a car and shoots it. Their blood was on my face. I'm stumbling and finding that another one is running straight at me. But the two who were covering me had zombies on them.
The zombie was running at a tremendous speed and he could mindlessly leap over cars, any obstacles. He had white skin, red eyes, naked and his mouth was an oval hole with teeth out the side of it. It contracted as he screamed. I'm stumbling backwards, falling, grabbing snow and throwing it at him. The snow sizzles on his skin, but he quickly recovers. Right before his hands touch me and I'm crying in my dream, unable to breath, I force myself to wake up.
IT WAS SCARY AS HELL.
Not only that, but the thirty-minutes I tried to go back to sleep, to not have another scary dream, I kept thinking to myself:
What if that actually happens? Who would survive? Would I? Or would I simply break down and just hide somewhere until something finds me? It's a frightening thought, wondering what you would do if something so surreal happens in our lives. Would we actually accept it or would mankind fall?

All right, I'm done with my most depressing entry to date. Muahahahahaha.

Friday, February 27, 2009

♪: due le quartz - lily for you

I think the universe is telling me not to sleep today. It's so aggravating, I want to vomit, haha.

11:00PM - Went to bed.
02:50AM - THUNDER STRIKESSSSS.
02:51AM - Dog, Molly, whines at the door / I open my room door for her and she lays down and takes it.
02:52AM - I go back to bed.
03:00AM - Dog nudges me with her nose and won't leave the side of the bed or me alone.
03:03AM - I nod off for a bit.
03:50AM - Dog pursues attention again because the thunderstorm won't fucking stop.
04:01AM - I go to the living room because even the cat, Princess, was in the action.
04:11AM - Dad walks in and tells me to go back to bed because he'd stay with them.
04:15AM - I'm asleep.
06:50AM - Sister, Amanda, wakes me up to drive her to school today.
09:00AM - I go to asleep AGAIN.
09:05AM - House phone rings. (I never answer, it's just loud and annoying.)
09:32AM - Nightmare.
09:40AM - Nightmare.
09:53AM - Nightmare.
09:54AM - House phone rings, AGAIN.
09:59AM - House phone rings, again.
10:14AM - Cricket texts.
10:38AM - Cat nudges me awake. We adjust.
11:24AM - House phone rings, AGAIN.
12:14AM - House phone rings, AGAIN and the library leaves a loud, LONG message.
12:15PM - My alarm goes off to wake up.

IT'S SO FUCKING ANNOYING.
jUST SO YOU KNOW, most of these times are correct ;)

Now I'm going to go eat my Nutty buddy and start the day.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

♪: blue october - hate me

UM. Recently my life has been nothing but boredom. Cricket and I haven't really done anything either, haha. I've been sorting through several of our recordings to catch the Best Of... So, yeah, haha.... I will be doing that soon. I long file, if I do say so myself.

Today, working with my parents, we went into the 'worship room' of the church and it was so fucking beautiful.



While in that room, just taking in the beauty, I was listening to 'Drops of Jupiter' on my iPod, haha. It was an experience. I want to be there when the choir sings and they play the organ, it would be fucking insane awesome.

And then I saw where I'll be working next:

Maybe.
My mom would be angry if I did help roll that ceiling. I doubt my dad would either, but it would be awesome as hell to be two stories high PLUS being on scaffling.

ps - when i left the worship room 'Hallelujah' by Rufus Wainwright and then No [666] by the GazettE. Haha.

pss - omg. i fucking love anne rice, omgomgomgomgomgogmogmog.
Not because she has bi-Vampires, or the fact she loves the 18th/19th century possibly more than I do, but the way she ties in everything blows my mind.
I LOVE HER.

Monday, February 23, 2009

♪: will & grace

Yesterday/Earlier today, Cricket and I went on to her friend's, Adam's, myspace and changed everything. Hey, he gave us the password and e-mail... "Practically an invite."
-Cricket Quote

I changed his headline, about me and added a conspicuous sentence in his who'd I like to meet.

headline
wtf. why do we have to analyze 'if one door closes, another one opens?' we get it!

Adam's About me Redone
Have you ever just tried to blow out a candle, with your friend, from two feet away.
If you have, then you're in the right place.
Hey, I'm Adam grizzly fuckin' Adams.
Yeah, I know, lucky boy, he's about to meet The Adam, like I'm the title for you, babe. That's some black book material. No, no, I'm very confident me and you will end up together. (They aren't pick-up lines, it's just the truth.)
I'm pretty lax on most things. I mean, if you weren't, could you work at Wal*Mart? That's me, the Wal*Mart employee. (Rhymes are part of my scheme.) You're welcome.
Ever been to the simulated beach and felt some warm water drifting your way? That's me, staring at you as you look grotequely over. No, no, no. Don't be afraid, I'm quite friendly and awesome. Sometimes I can't hear myself over the sound of how awesome I am.

Who I'd Like to Meet
someone though could show me why some things are the way that they are and a way to fix the mistakes that have been made that should have never been made in the first place.

baby goo goo ga.

Hahahahahaha.
I'm so awesome.
Um.
I also took screenshots:
1 | 2 | 3

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Friday, February 20, 2009

♪: the beatles - lucy in the sky with diamonds

Last night I was just looking at random forums and came across this quote:

Once I was on acid and playing Risk with 2 friends. The one that didn't know I was on acid said "hey, could you pass me the ipod" (accross the table). I looked at it, I looked back at him. I looked at it again, looked back at him again, laughed, and said "Dude WTF, that's impossible!"

So, I e-mailed Cricket and she reminded me of the story and showed me this picture:


It still makes me laugh, because, since the guy was on acid, that's probably what he saw/meant.
gpofnhdfreg.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

♪: dr hook - queen of the silver dollar

First off, from the train:

Not only do you have it, Cricket, but you now have a picture of it, haha.
I totally forgot I took a picture of it.

NOW FOR PRINCESS, THE CAT.
Since I'm boring and have no life, I just figured why not post awesome pictures of the cat I just took.
While listening to Dr. Hook, right?








DAWWWWWWWWWW

Yeah.
I'm still in my PJs.... What of it?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

♪: mst3k - riding with death pt 2

OH.
While with Cricket last night, I wrote a letter to Christopher Moore.
(Cricket, I totally forgot how we got to that point, haha.)

Dear My St. Charles of Authors!,
A friend who I believe not to be imaginary, brought up a valid point which I have thought of several times. Ready? I want to make sure you're ready to soak the essence of which is to become the greatest moment of your young life. (You're welcome.) (No, that wasn't offensive was it?) Why isn't there a movie YET? (Yeah, I think it was a tad of the line for one, two, strangers to say to a God, practically.) Yes, yes, a couple of your novels, masterpieces, have their virginity, rights, reserved on it. But, why, why after your followers, gleaming in new found popularity for their Master, have yet to lay eyes on an achievement within itself?
Every Geisha has a ceremony.
Why isn't there one?
I can already picture the frames, second by second, clayed into action.
Tim Burton?
Maybe.
Henry Selick?
Even better.
Whatever victorious animated director is crowned, get him, own him, please him. But make positive your vision is simply your style of characters. Have slightly thiner people, taller. Like their legs kept growing after initiating at twenty-two-years of age. Vibrant colors. Odd facial expressions. Dramatic expressions. Perhaps they would look like they have a 'surprise face' on all the time.
Own the cinema.
Heck, I, a fan, does not believe that movie has to be animated, but it's of the best choice. Right?

PRAYFULLY YOURS,
ichibutt and cricket

ps - Not only would your movie hypnotize sober people, but imagine, if you would, what a person who hit three times on their favourite bong, Sharona, got up and went to see your movie.
A movie to watch getting perfectly gathered.
Right?


HIS REPLY
Wow. A movie! I can't imagine why that hasn't occurred to anyone. Thanks. I'll bring it up at the next meeting :)
Best
Chris

Sent from my iPhone


Hahaha, I was totally disappointed. I KNOWWW he doesn't do it, buttttt, I replied. Out of boredom.
Yes, it has occurred, but why hasn't anyone done anything about it?
You have cults.
I'm surprised NONE of them has made homemade movies of your books. I bet they have, I bet they play it during their meetings.

Reading is hard after Sharona.


Fuckers.

♪: mst3k - riding with death

I am becoming steadily obsessed with MST3K.
No, really.
I quote it and just watch at least one episode a day, haha.

UM.
For an hour now I've been having this overwhelming feeling to do something with someone.
I can't place it or with whom.
It's just, something is telling me I need to be somewhere doing something I'm not obviously doing.
UGHHHHHHHH.
It's so strong it's making me terribly anxious.
I could, if lucky, work myself into a fun, silly panic attack.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

♪: queen - we are the champions

Last night another great night. It was fucking fantastic.
This time at a train caboose which sits in the middle of my small city. It's abandoned so yeah.
Cricket and I made a list of everywhere it's happened... Well, the odd places that is.
List
Western
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library

Now on for the quotes we remember (I wrote down).

ichi - Alex's mole is her g-spot.

ichi - I'd be so scared if we were to do shrooms on the train. I'd be imagining I'm a conductor driving it while some disease breaks out. My entire crew died. I'm stuck with them who are haunting THE FUCK out of me.

ichi - there's that BBQ-In with the boarded up windows and darkened door windows. I see no one some in or go out. If you catch my drift. We have fucking vampires!

*two cars drive by*
Cricket - there's the traffic for tonight!
ichi - I know! Two cars at this hour is traffic for this town. Whenever I'm driving home from this place about 2AM and I'm like, "o. Wtfh? Did he take Viagra to be kept up this late?"

Cricket and I should have never went driving (DUDE. We ate at White Castle. Thanks, though)
Here's all the things Cricket had done while driving and I thought was fucking hilarious which shouldn't have been because it was my life I was laughing at:
1 - Merged onto the interstate doing LESS THAN 40.
2 - Driving 45 on the interstate, for a good few miles.
3 - We were stopped at a light where our little arrow was red. I knew it wasn't going to turn green anytime soon. So, I talked her into just ignoring the color and go. SHE DID IT. hahahahahaha. She ran a red light.
That's all I remember.

I wish I remember more than this, haha. SERIOUSLY.
If I could remember what we talked about in the train, ugh.

Monday, February 16, 2009

♪: dead or alive - you spin me round (like a record)

Today was lots of fun.
I guess.

I asked my sister, "Hey, would you sit in the car so I could take a pic?"
"Um. Yeah. If you really wanted me to."
"Seriously? You would sit in it and look retarded?"
"Yes."


Going into the movies, I parked beside this car:

It explains, "Real Vampires Don't Sparkle."
I informed my sister that I would want to be friends with that person if it wasn't for them being in High School. Because, yes, I am tooooo good to hang out with High Schoolers.

ps - DO NOT WATCH CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC.
I'm not going to waste energy on it.

♪: the clash - rock the casbah

Justin says:
http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/02/Ajax_001.jpg
Justin says:
lolwtf^
Justin says:
that's not very practical looking
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
I spit out my water, haha
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
What's the use of that suit?
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
He wouldn't be able to fit in doorways.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
They would hear him coming from a mile away.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
His weakness is small areas.
Justin says:
Hahahaha

Saturday, February 14, 2009

♪: manchester orchestra - i can feel a hot one


That's a carrot, yup.
Haha.
My sister discovered that in her salad, stuck it to her mouth and we both laughed.
I asked to have it for this purpose ♥

Friday, February 13, 2009

♪: manchester orchestra - i can barely breathe

Extended on Thursday
Before we headed out to the park and then the square, Cricket bought and brought my Valentine's Day gift~!

I love you.

I'm planning on saving the rose. Just have to find out with what.

We sat on those little rocking objects. I had the horse ("No, Mommy! I don't want to play ride the horsey with Alex anymore!!") and Cricket had the motorcycle. As we sat up, I noticed that my seat looked like a tiny penis.
Honestly, why do they let pedophiles create playground equipment? Maybe it's a personal joke.


At the square,

You can see our shadows, haha. You can see Cricket leaning in to see my picture and me leaning over a bit to get a picture of the spot.

And then,

As I was bringing the phone to my chest, I accidentally took this picture and exclaimed, "Oh, damn!"
hahahaha.
I thought it was quite amusing.
Maybe you just have to be there.
You can also see (what's not shown in the other picture) the iPod between us.

TODAY - FRIDAY THE 13
I had a wonderful, boring day today. It wasn't bad.
I got to see the AWESOME TO STARE AT drywaller, haha. He's reallllllllly cute and nice. Every time he's around I'm too scared to talk, haha. THIS IS ME WE'RE TALKING ABOUT. I. AM. SCARED. TO. TALK. IN. FRONT. OF. HIM. I feel 13 again :(
OH WELL.
I dc.

haha.

AND.
The layers (the people who do bricks on houses and junk) had this trash can thing which carries their water so they don't have to run back and forth.

(I know, them drawing a face on it is hilarious.)
And, I just threw my trash in it. It was only a small coke, REGARDLESS, I am so clueless to everything around me. Sad thing IS, that they watched me do it and just let it happen, didn't even correct me, haha.
How embarrasssssingggggg.

JUST NOW
I gave Molly a breadstick and she tried to bury it in her dog bed, the folds of it, and then I asked, "Wanna go outsideeeee?!"
And she ran to the door with it and it was just too cute:


She HATES getting her picture taken, so that's why she looks like I just beat her.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

♪: G.고릴라 - 가버려

At a park and downtown (the square) there were awesome things happening to them today.
once at the park.
Twice at the square.
No, not sex.

At the square:
Cricket - *makes a face*
ichi - *looks over* what? was i making that face? *makes face cricket did*
Cricket - *leans into ichi* it looked like you were fixing to do something awesome.

ichi - Ugh! I can't remember anything - not even last saturday. I know I lived, but that's all.

ichi - Are you good to drive? I mean you wanna go to the animal shelter? It'll be a buzzkill, butttttt.

We are also making a soundtrack for our moments together. So far I have ...

1. Live or Die - RIZE
2. KONOMAMA (something) - RIZE
3. My Sharona - The Knacks
4. Sexyback - Timberlake
5. -ZAN- - Dir en grey
6. Jailer - Asa
7. Livin' on a Prayer - Bon Jovi

That's it so far.
Muahaha.
You know, at the end of posts, I used to do, "RATATATATA!"
I wonder why I don't do that anymore.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

♪: my breathing

Last night/This morning with Cricket, outside:

Cricket - It feels like the earth is play doh! *while stepping in damp mud, switching from one foot to the other*
*NOTE: She literally made the shape of a person, in the mud, with her feet. Meaning, when I thought she was side-stepping, playing in the damp mud, in reality, she made a person.

Ichi - *staring at the shade of the trees made by moonlight* it would be cook to explain the blotches of lights to be similar to hearts, stars, something.

Cricket - I sound like an old black lady and you sing. That's our thing.
Ichi - Hey! I'm like Andy off The Office.

Cricket - *points to lamppost lit up against the fucking awesome tree against the fucking awesome sky color* Look! It's the Urban Version of the moon.

Ichi - *in the high wind, holds out grape-flavoured cigar and the wind catches it just right - it inflames. Scared and frightened to be burned, drops it on the ground, in leaves. Immediately bending down, she keeps burning herself and flinching to Cricket's pleas to pick it up. She's trying and then she laughs, saying:* It's the Australian Forrest Fire attacking America! We'll be the arsonist for America.

I hallucinated. I saw two dogs on Cricket's porch. One a giant Chihuahua and the other like a better version of Benji. It's some British dog, I can't place it.

Cricket found a flashlight and there was a slug on the rim of it, on the light. She would turn on the light and say, "SUNLIGHT!" Then she would turn it off and say, "ETERNAL DARKNESS!" This was repeated several times.

I kept raving how her pond looked like glossy, black marble.

Fucking insane it was.

Monday, February 9, 2009

♪: blue october - dirt room

The information I'm about to share with you baffles me.

Sister - Yeah, I'm going into AP English next year thanks to you. Mrs. Medlock said she believed I could do it because you're my sister. So, thanks to you, I'm getting into the AP class.

See. Me and Mrs Medlock didn't get along - she was the first teacher I yelled out and was sent to ALC from. So, I don't get it. I also did below average in that class. So, I don't get why Mrs Medlock would 'believe' that. She did read agreat deal from me, like 20 pages all together and she fucking loved my writing. Who knows.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

♪: Michael Bublé - sway

I just found a bleeding cut on my hand. Ugh.

Today has been successful.
- Finally put a comment link on here.
- Finished 'The Vampire Lestat'
- Washed my dog (who's afraid of water, so, it's a task).
- Folded ten loads of clothes.
- Washed dishes.
- Cleaned my room from top to bottom.
- Brushed my dog.
- Discovered I'm fucking balding.
- Helped load crap in my dad's truck.

Yeah. That's a decent list.
And, it's only been 5 hours since I've been awake. Amazing.

For The Vampire Lestat, all I have to say is 'Hm.'

Saturday, February 7, 2009

♪: robot chicken

Yes, I'm watching Robot Chicken and they're making fun of Corey Feldman and Corey Haim.
On Corey Haim's shirt:

HA! That's such a cute detail to think of. (Baka = idiot; stupid, for the handful of people who didn't know.)

♪: 1TYM - 몇 번이나

Two days ago I hung out with Cricket:
Went to Pepper's and when I sat down on the toilet, relieving myself:

In case you can't read it, I typed it out:
* The opportunity to reach a captive audience.
* The ability to target by age, gender, income, lifestyle, and/or geography.
* The capability to reach people who are on the move and are otherwise difficule to reach with other media.
* It's a low cost, affordable ad medium.
* The audience is active and usually in a positive frame of mind at locations where indoor bathroom billboards are viewed.
* People are spending money at the sites; audience has discretionary income.
I laughed so hard. I'M SITTING ON A TOILET AND A LITTLE UNDER PERFECT EYESIGHT, IT'S THERE.


Fish 2


Duck Sun's Child

Yesterday, hanging out with Sean:
Me - *staring at a cemetery we're passing* You know, I don't know what I want done with my body once I die. I honestly don't care.
Sean - Hm. I would like my ashes scattered over the arctic. By ashes, I mean my limbs.
i lol'd so hard.


I know you can't see her that well, but that's a person dressed in a really bad costume of The Statue of Liberty. The head is fucking insane huge for such a short person.
Me and Sean laughed so hard.


On Sean's room door they had their names in some fish shaped thing. It's hilarious because they're the only dorm that has those on their door.

TODAY w/ Cricket
I was meekly sitting on her bed and then I said, "It feels like something is squeezing my eyeballs." Then I take my hands directly ahead of my eyeballs and make a squeezing notion. Then I explain, "You can't do it here," I move them to my breast, repeating the same motion, "different meaning."

Then I remember where we were listening to THE FINAL (by Dir en grey) and Cricket looked at the album art and wondered what it was. I explained it was a dead bush because the album name was 'Withering to Death.' I continued, "Yeah, Dir en grey would have wanted a dead woman they killed themselves, but that would be against the law. They would get her, probably sex her, and kill her for the album picture alone. HEY! I should write a story about that!"
Hahahhaa, I am, trust me, I am.
I think I said something like a sacrifice, maybe not, but I can't remember the word-by-word replay.

Friday, February 6, 2009

♪: king of the hill

mom - you know how much you've made this year? 3700.
me - wow. i've made it all year on that much money.
mom - *gives me a look*
me - imagine what i could have done with 10,000.
Then she huffed and scowled.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

♪: the killers - spaceman

There are just a few things I want to remember about today, merely a few hours ago we were in town. Tina (the mother), Cricket and me.

Cricket - While on acid, I'm afraid I'll hallucinate that a big tree told me to take off my clothes and run into him. I'll be like 'Okay.' And then the news will say, 'There was a woman today, streaking in an elementary school.'
And I refuse to be like Alex!

Tina - Wasn't her penis like 'RAWRRRRRR'?
Me - Yeah, the first time.
Tina -The first time?
Me - Yeah. Then I wasn't a virgin anymore.
Tina - Hahaha, did it knock on your vagina?
Me - Yeah, it said, 'No, go away' Then I was like, "What....? Wth?"

Me - I think anime fandoms are awesome. Like the jrock fandom - they're fucking hilarious. They have control issues, but they're funny as hell.

YEAHHHH.
<3
Whenever I put pics on my computer, this day will be expanded.

♪: black vanilla - shampoo

Did you know you can't paste thai into the title?
or in the entry?

justin says:
joker moaned as batman thrust his throbbing meaty love pole into his puckered anus
justin says:
fucking lol
justin says:
james gordon held the video camera as steady as he could as he stroked his wang a doodle.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
zsljdfvbdfoghd
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
DUDE.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
hahahaha
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
slfdkgnh.
justin says:
what?
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
it's gross and yet entertaining.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
but more gross.
justin says:
more romantic, i should make it?
justin says:
lol young jedi. mmmmm
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
haha
justin says:
he whispered gently into the jokers ear "tell me where harvey is, baby. i swear i'll cum in your ass if you do"
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
lolol
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
lonj[fg
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
that was hilarious.
justin says:
joker answered back in a raspy, strained choke "oh bats u kno you'll come in me anyway, it's so tight around your throbbing bat-cock. you couldn't help yourself"
justin says:
batman was defeated

It was hilariously nasty.
But "he whispered gently into the jokers ear "tell me where harvey is, baby. i swear i'll cum in your ass if you do"" made it all worth it.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

♪: scrubs

[16:52] Justin: im watching british comedy it's rather humorous.
[16:52] Justin: i added the extra u
[16:52] レイプマン!: no you didn't.
[16:52] レイプマン!: humourous*
[16:52] レイプマン!: that would be an extra 'u'
[16:52] レイプマン!: haha
[16:52] レイプマン!: <3
[16:52] Justin: asshoule

♪: my parents talking nonsense in the living room

First dream I had of the night, I remember the houses looked fucking awesome.
The first house I stayed at because I was no longer welcome in my room, was fifty bucks a night and, come to find out, there were mice underneath my bed. I freaked, haha. I think I actually said, "No! That's disgusting, I'm not sleeping where mice are too!"
And, they replied, "They're only under!"
I heard them and my sister brought up a stuffed, clear container of mice of all different shapes and sizes. I freaked, again, haha.
Second house was a castle. And when the competition brought in more people, the people wanted to live in that castle, including my family. Their price, and I still remember it, yes, was 477 bucks and I was happy and angry.
The castle was awesome. The arched doorways, engraving designs in walls, the rooms, a bit drafty, but fucking awesome.

Second dream was so fucking awesome. I want to remember it for as long as I can. But, it's also very sad because I dreamed of television. Dammit. I hardly ever do that, promise.
The Joker was after us.. Yes, THE JOKER from The Dark Knight.
We were in a mall and I remember that no matter where we turned, he'd always have someone there, or he'd be there. I remember looking through different stores, attempting to dodge my stalkers and I turned in this one room and asked myself, "Is the Joker in here?" And he answered by taking a step forward with a giant head-mask of his face staring at me. I screamed.
I was about three different people, the last one was truly me, but the first two were killed by him, haha.
I could jump and be airborne for several minutes. Through stores, where they were carrying on normally like their wasn't murder, guns and people screaming, grabbing balloons, helping myself keep in the air, as long as possible. The store was Macy's haha.
The details were amazing.
Me and this detective finally made it in the parking lot, attempting to find cars unlocked where people weren't in it and the Joker hasn't had someone in it, too. Finally, we found one and we hurriedly got it. I was starting the car and the detective was breaking down with, "He's everywhere. Every move we make, he's there, waiting. I don't understand." The entire time he's muttering, he's crying and holding his ears.
I roll my eyes, haha. And, I back up kind of recklessly, change the gears in the middle of stopping and find his car and him behind us--that's when I wake up.

That dream was so fucking awesome I want to vomit.

Haha.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

♪: the fray - you found me

Last night, went to Cricket's, had a WONDERFUL time with Play Doh:


Mozilla FF


Big Flower


ichi, my name, yo
How fucking awesome are those letters?


Thumb's Up


Duck Sun


Fish


Mushroom!


Flower 2



My awesome Elephant Head


Angel 1


Angel & Devil (w/ boots)


The Devil :D


My Finished Angel

And, while trying to play music from my iPhone through Cricket's laptop, I erased all my music, videos and podcasts off the iPod. I'm so wonderful. So, I had to listen to the crappy radio on the way home.
The last thing I remember doing with the radio is turning the station after two minutes leaving Cricket's house, haha.... That's the last thing I remember.

♪: tree limb hitting the side of my house

The most fantastic dream ever reeled through my head last night!! Sadly, I don't remember all of it which kind of makes me want to cry. Anyway.
It starts out with me bored in a classroom where some type of video is playing and a lot of people are merely talking and passing notes. I think I go outside and on the elevator is MIYAVI and we talk and he gives me something (some type of keychain I think) and we go back to the classroom. People recognize him, but don't really care. Sometimes they tried to grab his attention buttttt, he didn't really want it.
His English was PERFECT! Haha, he still had a trouble truly expressing himself and listening to me explaining this and that to him. He liked doing the little surveys that were passed around and he loved watching that forever-reeling video in the background. He'd just sit beside me and talk and one of his key chains kind of fell off. I grabbed it, looking at it. It was a pie keychain, with foil over it and the pie felt squishy although fake. He grabbed it back and said, "You only get one thing."
Then, he laid his head down on his folded arms.
I don't remember what one thing I had, like I said, I think it was a keychain.
Then, this Japanese video/song came reeling behind everyone, some NoGod song or SID, I can't remember (hahahha). I sang along, not as perfectly as I would do in real life, but in the dream, it was nice and he was impressed. He stopped what he was doing and stared at me.
I don't remember what he asked me and I replied with, but that's the last part I remember :(
I WISH I COULD REMEMBER MORE, UGH.

ooooooh.
Somewhere in the middle of just talking we discussed:
"I hate those market places. I don't know why everyone has to kill something."
Me, "I know. Is that why you don't really like Japan."
Face twitches, Miyavi, "I like Japan, I just don't like the markets."
"Well, is that why you don't live in Japan?"
He nodded and we went back to the video.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

♪: journey - don't stop believing

Originally, at the beginning of this dream, I'm supposed to be a dude.

At the start, there's this woman and a boy, on the couch and she's going down on him because she's trying to get back at me (the man). So, I'm there, waiting, at the boy's house, hiding behind a corner. "I don't want sex," he tells her and she nods her head. Next thing I know, she and him are headed upstairs. From my hiding place, I can't see the stairs and I know there has to be something wrong with them because they first few he takes cautiously.
So, as the lights are out and his door his close, I attempt to walk up them. Then, the stair itself is NOT solid. There are only two boards and everything is pitch black. I'm halfway, so nervous I could puke, and fall down because one of the board roll out from under me (two 2 by 4s for each step). I'm laying down on the staircase, begging for light because all I wanted to do was show her I knew, to show her how much she broke my heart. Next thing I know, the boy is coming down and he walks straight past me, zipping up his pants, to his friend at the doorway.
He didn't want to have sex, so him and the boy discuss just to leave her a note. I desperately want them to leave, so the blue index card with his note on it, I send, by my mind, to her. I mentally see the note arrive to her, in the room. Job finished, I fumble on my way down, heart thumping, prepared to fall at any second. As soon as I'm safe, I run out the front door... I'm crying at this point, walking through a pitch black front yard. The only thing I can see is through the faint moonlight--sadly, I dind't have on my glasses and the dark with no glasses is horrible for me.
All of the sudden, someone passes me and I jump yet I continue walking, I need to get to my car.
Another one passes me, seemingly on his cellphone and waves at me with, "Hey, Amber!"
He's not human, he's a ghost and I sniffle, covering my ears.
From the driveway, behind their cars and her car, I notice my car door is open, my radio playing, but the car isn't on. I strain to see if someone is inside, nothing. My phone is going off and that little light pleases me enough because I can see where to turn on the overhead light. I do and hastily reach for my cellphone and see someone is calling me.
In my head, 'Why did I not bring it in? Right, I couldn't, they would have heard me. Even on vibrate.'
I heard noises and my cellphone is glitching. Nothing is working and I keep hearing more and more of those ghosts.
My mouth is dry, my heart hurts and I can't see anything again and that's how I wake up.

Hahaha.

♪: franz ferdinand - no your girls

What's pissing me off today is the fact Miyavi is coming BACK to the U.S.A and it's just ONE live in FUCKING TEXAS. Texas. That's one cowboy hat away from being Tennessee. Seriously. I'm mad and confused.
...
Why Texas?

♪: train - drops of jupiter

バッチコイレイプマン! says:
ooh, crouching tiger, hidden dragon
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
chinese people wished they were as strange as japanese people.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
everyone who played in memoirs of a geisha, play in this fucking movie.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
this fight scene is so awesome.
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
to the chinese, physics is bullshit.
Justin says:
YES!
バッチコイレイプマン! says:
"fuck white people and their crazy ideas. we have opium."
and that's probably how they made this movie.