Ξ Wednesday, 13 Apr 2005 at 14:52 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
i ended up not going to skool…. i hate when this happens. it won’t happen again though, really. i slept until about an hour ago, and had some pretty crazy dreams. i know i haven’t written all week either, because i haven’t been all that inspired. sorry. this dream inspired the fuck out of me though, as you’ll see. at least to write about it….
wow, this is the first time in a long time that I’ve remembered a dream of mine pretty much in toto, and enjoyed it as well. wow. i’m speechless. actually no, i’m not, because i’m going to set it down in writing for all of you to wonder and ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at as well. bahaha… well, it’s not completely PG material, sad to say for some of you who might be offended, but hey, life is life, and dreams are somewhat a reflection of one’s life, and perhaps (gasp!) may be R+ rated. here goes, all you faithful readers.
at the start of the dream, as far as I can remember, I was in a shipyard, waiting to board an ocean liner. After the fact now, I keep thinking that it was a huge chamber full of water and ships were moored there, floating in the artificial sea, and perhaps outer space was on the outside of those glass walls, but I can’t remember. In any case, I got into the ship I needed to get on, God knows the destination, and the ship sped towards a portal whipped by waves, a small tunnel that would take us to our destination… I think? I walked around the ship, which was a huge ship itself, and got accustomed to my surroundings. For some reason, we abruptly stopped alongside the shore, and I had no idea why. They told me then that it was a stop just for me, and so I got off while the ship waited for me; stant litore puppes (the sterns stand on the shore, from Verg. Aen. 6.901). Apparently I was to be outfitted with some diving and swim gear, and whoever provided this, I have no idea, and I have no idea why either. I grabbed the gear and ran back to the ship, and we started off again, to an unknown destination. I’m sure I knew where we were going in my head, but it has eluded me after leaving the mists of sleep.
When we arrived at our destination, we came to a large city, and I believe we were there for a choir competition, of all things. No practise was happening, though, and I didn’t know who our leader was, only that I was in a small group with a few other people, only a couple whom I knew. We all checked into a hotel, and for some strange reason, 6 of us were assigned to one room with two beds and no other apparent furnishings. Common logic dictates that three would have to share each bed, then, which was a terrifying thought. I believe there were 4 guys including me, and two girls. This was a big problem. Strangely enough, the two girls were none other than my wonderful friend April and my friend Desiree from work. This seemed a bit more promising, then.
If I remember correctly, we went out to go see a movie at a $1.50 theatre. I have no idea where this was, but I know it wasn’t Eugene. They were playing Fight Club in the theatre, so we went to go see that, which was fucking ill to see on the big screen, and for $1.50 too! I tried to pay for April’s ticket, but I don’t know what happened and I just ended up paying for mine. Oh well. After the movie, we went back to the hotel room, our cosy 6-person room, and this is where it gets interesting. I was in the right bed; on the left, though, if you look at them when entering the room. Everyone had piled into that bed, or at least 5/6 people did, and I went “WHAT THE FUCK?!?” all of them moved away, and i was left alone in the bed, but April came over there next to me. Suddenly she was naked, and I found myself the same, but it didn’t seem to even faze her or the others, who were still perfectly clothed. My God she was beautiful…. curves everywhere. I was absolutely stunned. i think she even showed off to the others, who grinned but weren’t appalled in the slightest. Then I was absolutely surprised when she got on top of me under the covers, and I thought “HOLY SHIT!!!!” oh my fucking god…. this gorgeous girl was on top of me and I was bursting with joy, and hell, i almost started making love to her……when a knock at the door interrupted my mesmerised, loving stare, as well as my racy plans, and I thought “Shit!” and put some clothes on. April snuggled under the covers, and I got up to answer the door. Whoever knocked turned the knob and decided to come in, and it turned out to be one of my professors, who apparently was a ‘chaperone’ on this trip (?). god, i have no idea. She said “well, you all had better get to sleep,” and I hopped back on the bed beside April. My prof winked at me and said “Be good.” I grinned mischievously. She said goodnight and I went up and closed and locked the door.
I think I snuggled April for most of the rest of the night, but I don’t think we did anything else, sadly. I think I just held her all night, and i wanted to kiss her and make out with her and way way more, but i cant remember whether i did so or not. i think i woulda remembered tho… god, what i wanted to do! alas, it was a dream though, so you can’t always control it. around 4am, according to the hotel clock, the phone started ringing, and they said “It’s for you, David.” I picked up the phone (we had 3, strangely) next to me, and answered it… it was my motherfucking (wahahahaha, apt epithet) dad! he starts asking me these bullshit questions, and i answered them and said “dad, it’s fucking 4am, why are you calling??” he finally got off the phone, and then i slept some more next to lovely April.
the next day we went down on the beach, and i walked next to April and followed everyone else down the sand. it looked like liquid silicon, i have no other way to describe it, it just looked crazy. she was wearing some cute flip-flops and i think i was just wearing my signature doc martens, and we hopped down the dunes to the water. after this i don’t remember what happened, but the scene shifted abruptly to a supermarket. FTD Supermarket…. bahahaha…. those of you who know me will understand the significance of that. I’m not talking about a flower market, mind you. I walked around and looked at all the cool shite there. i can’t remember all that they had, but it was a fairly regular supermarket, except they had music as well. i saw album covers posted on the wall, but no albums. apparently the music was via MP3! somehow i met up with some girl, wearing pink, and she looked like my friend Allison but wasn’t. i must have paid for something for her too, because she said “i’ll reimburse you” and pulled out her wallet, but i said “seriously, no, it’s on me, don’t worry.” she got into some kinda van and drove off then.
-EOF-
that’s all i remember of my dream. perhaps you
thought it was funny, cool, or whatever, maybe even revolting. leave me
comments! bahaha…. peace.
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“I’m not talking about a flower market, mind you. “
hahahah
Posted 4/13/2005 at 2:55 PM by roughdraft1
When I was about 7 years old, I decided that I wanted to remember my dreams so I put a paper and a pencil next to my bed and every time I had a dream, I woke myself up and wrote down the dream. It was kinda disturbing to my sleep to wake up & stuff but the results were crazy. Not only did I remember all my dreams but I became able to manipulate my dreams and guide them in any way I wanted. I haven’t written any dreams down since I was about 9 but the results lasted for a good 7 or 8 years. I keep meaning to do it again but I never get around to it. You should try it, it’s pretty cool.
Posted 4/14/2005 at 4:39 PM by TepidSoda
Ξ Friday, 08 Apr 2005 at 12:16 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
wow, i’m out of it. friday morning. i was up most of the night working on greek, since i’m a slacker, and then i woke up at 7, but i then ended up sleeping until 9.30. figures. jenn called me at 7 too, so i feel kinda bad, but oh well. this feels like friday the 13th so far, though, since i got to class (hadn’t done reading, agh), and it turned out that there was a quiz. small, to be sure, but still a quiz, and i had no fucking idea what to say on there. i wrote question marks in shame, turned my quiz over, and waited for the inevitable to turn the accursed thing in. after class, though, i went and got an onion bagel. that always makes things slightly better, so i’m feeling ok.
before i got a bagel, however, i took my sis’s atm card (she let me, don’t worry) and got out $70. she gave me $80 cash, and I got $70 more out, because she was going to go in half-and-half on an iPod for my mum. so i bought my mum a 20Gb iPod and an iSkin case for it, and paid the difference with my credit card, and there you go! my mum’s birthday is today, so it’s a bit of a last-minute present, but she really wants one… so i’ll give it to her when i get home. i hope she likes it. our whole family… we are a bunch of fucking music lovers, so it’s perfect for her. my dad doesn’t listen to much music, but me, my sis, and my mum do, so it’s all good. but yeah…
that’s about all that’s happened thus far today. it was a nice day yesterday, really. at least atmospherics. i looked at the sky when i was driving, and it looked ruined, it looked apocalyptic, shattered, broken. to the west light flooded out of the clouds, which had a darkly silver tone to them, and these rays were strangely comforting. ahead though was just pure sky; i was driving north. it was raining too, and i always love the rain. i think i dreamt i was standing out in the middle of a rainstorm in just a tshirt, and i was smiling up at the sky, but i can’t remember. i’d do that in real life though, for sure. i guess i look at these things more often… these are the fantastic, ephemeral things we see every single day, but often fail to appreciate for how much they are truly worth. that shattered sky, transfixed by light, is a wondrous thing to behold, mirabile visu for sure. i remember thinking when i was driving back home, thinking about how it’d be to pierce through that layer of clouds and go to the open air above, where there would only be a floor of thick, glowingly white clouds and the sky would be lit eternally by the sun. it’s like when you go up 32,000 feet in an airplane, like flying up that high. i thought suddenly of Icarus, of the wax wings Daedalus had wrought for him, and his flying too close to the sun, the wax melting off of the artificial wings, and landing in the sea. I imagined that one would get badly burnt by the sun by doing so, but this was myth, so that was not a concern. looked up at the trees very close ahead, and imagined a dark castle behind those clouds, or perhaps a high mountain extending far up into the cloudy heights.
hmm… yeah. i really fucked up yesterday in not doing my Latin homework…. my teacher got all pissed at me and said “you didn’t do it?!? you only got this far?” and i apologised profusely. she said “make sure you do it next time, and every one after that…. it’s not fun if you don’t do your reading.” it clicked right then too, because i realised that the class is supposed to be fun, not arduous and terrifying and imposing. if i do get my reading done, and if everyone else does, we can just read and have fun with it and talk about it, and it doesn’t matter if the grammar is exactly right — that is why we are in class, for fuck’s sake. i guess i knew this before, but she just kinda crystallised it for me right there, and i thought it was really cool. so i will do my homework for sure from now on, since she isn’t going to put up with any shit, but it is ultimately for my own benefit… at least I got my Greek done for today. hmm…. an omen of death. black bird is walking around outside in that birdlike way, trying to catch a wriggling, terrified worm. i don’t get to see that too often. very weird.
but i digress. i think i should read some Homer before I get to class, though, just to refresh my memory. i read this all from about 1-3am, so I’m not exactly fresh on it at the moment, so I should prepare a bit before class, even though I have 45min before it starts. i just felt inspired to write something, so i thought i would when i had a chance. much love to all of you, and remember: the dead dream, and the living may see them in their dreams, and at some point, they may intersect: epiphany and apocalypse. 
that was random, but im sure shades do dream somehow. fuck it, i want to read Dante over again! Vergil too….. agh, not enough time. peace everyone.
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dope visualz 
Posted 4/13/2005 at 2:28 PM by roughdraft1
Ξ Thursday, 07 Apr 2005 at 03:41 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
seriously, people are weird. wow. you know, i was pondering some things today. i wonder if i’m too nice to people. my friend kerri was talkin to me today and she said “you just talk like this to everyone, don’t you?” and i said “no,” but then i realised wait, do i? fuck. am i sweet to everyone? i mean to the point of it being a bad thing? is no one special, no one more important than another? man, i’m confused. i really don’t know, i guess i never thought about it really. i mean i just am how i am, i’m an affectionate motherfucker, for sure. at least with girls… but yeah, it’s weird. i sure hope i’m not too sweet or whatever to the point that i’m thought of as fake, really, cos I am not fake, nor do I like fake people. i guess perhaps there is a point where it’s genuine and then when it’s just flattery, but I’m genuine about things. i don’t say things to flatter, to make someone feel good or any of that shite. well, the latter is something that happens on occasion, but as a result of being genuinely honest in complimenting and such, rather than flattering. and i mean that…. i just hope i don’t overdo it i guess. anyone who knows me knows that i like to give credit where due, give compliments if necessary, and i sure as hell do…. i worry about doing it too much though. some girls tell me “no, dont worry bout that, itll never be too much,” which is cool, so i hope it’s like that.
i’m not some player or anything tryin to get all the girls, either. im just bein true, bein myself. if youre beautiful, i’m going to fucking tell you so. if i think you look like an angel, i’m going to tell you so. if i think you sing like an angel, i’ll tell you so. if i think you are a goddess, i’ll tell you so. heh. you get the point. that’s all there is to it really. i dont know, it just kinda popped into my head and i thought i’d reflect a bit on it. heh, i can be a REAL asshole if you get me in a bad mood… so im not always nice but most of the time i am…. i guess why be mad unless there’s a real good reason for it. i like to forgive and forget too, if possible, but as i’ve seen of late, that can be a hard process for some. *shrugs* i’m rambling, it’s almost 4am. i guess i was tryin to drop some knowledge, but nothing really came out, just some gibberish. i just fucked up while playing metroid prime2, and i’m pissed about that. blargh.
i had a real nice conversation with melissa tonight. she is fun to talk to, and sweet, and i miss seein her at church. her name befits her…. melissa is ‘honey’ or ‘bee’ in Greek i think i told her that awhile ago, either on a comment or whatever. but anyways, that was interesting. church was good tonight too, had fun talking to people and all, and it was a nice night. sad to say i didn’t get any homework done though, and i’m going to attempt to catch a bit of sleep here in the next 3hrs or so. bleh…. much love to all of you, you know who you are. take it easy everyone, and don’t stay up mad late like i do, it’s pretty stupid (at least in my case). peace.
Ξ Tuesday, 05 Apr 2005 at 00:47 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
i hate falling asleep in the middle of the day. well, i don’t necessarily hate it, but it sucks when I have homework to do and I end up crashing around 18.00 and not waking up until almost 22.00. that fucks me over royally. i hope i can get my latin homework done. it fucks me up in the head too, like i get all weird and disoriented and wonder what fucking day it is, wahahah…. it’s kinda fun in a way, but also disheartening. in any case, i’ve done enough studying, as much as i can, and i’m going to head to bed here in a few i think and try to wake up at 7am to study. much love to you all…. i hope youve all had a nice day and everything.
A da curis requiem mihi, dea, defendeque totis me malis sceleribusque et tuis complectere brachiis me orbe tegens terrarum somno mei tegeantur oculi liceat.
Give me rest from my cares, goddess, and protect me from all evils and wickedness, and embrace me with your arms, hiding me from the world, and let it be permitted that my eyes be covered with Sleep…
wonderful! sleep tight everyone. much love.
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oh, i believe that wondering what day it is after a good sleep is 100% fun
Posted 4/6/2005 at 1:49 PM by roughdraft1
Ξ Monday, 04 Apr 2005 at 12:25 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
Let me just say that it’s been a long fucking week. yeah. and today, i’m running on 0hrs of sleep. well, perhaps I caught an hour around 8am, but i’m kinda cloudy on that. why did I stay up all night, you ask? it’s that motherfucking daylight savings time, i tell you… I went to bed around 6am Sunday morning, and, well… wasn’t conscious until around 15.45. Normally not a bad thing… but:
– I had homework
– Mexico meeting at 6pm. If I forgot to mention it, I’m going to Mexico come 12 Jun, and will be gone until ~24 Jun. I went twice before down to Mexico (I believe it was Jun 2001 and spring break ’03), and so I wanted to go again for the last time (ostensibly) after I graduate. it’s with my church, and so it’s a mission trip, but it’s a hell of a lot of fun… I’d highly recommend it to everyone, honestly. In any case, we’re having meetings for planning and preparation for the trip every Sunday from 18.00-19.20, then mass at 19.30, so I’m in for the long haul now.
as a result of my lack of sleep, and probably from playing way too much Metroid Prime 2, I think I started hallucinating the game. now that was funny. if i remember correctly, jenn was on the phone with me and all pissed off that i stayed up late, and I think I was replaying the game in my head. practise makes perfect right? i did get to skool fine, however, don’t fret, since i’m here now.
The trip is gonna be illy, for sure. there’s a lot of mad hot girls going, including this girl Andrea, who is pretty cool, and a couple others… oh yeah, this girl Danielle is pretty cool too! a few others I know are going, but most of the people I don’t know, which is actually kind of a good thing I guess, since I’ll get to meet some new people.
went to church after that, and well, it was another near-apotheotic experience for yours truly. apotheotic may or may not be a word I just made up…. I’m using it as an adjective for the noun “apotheosis,” which, as we all know, means “deification.” i mean it more in terms of a religious, lovely, heavenly experience, but you get the point.
so i’m sittin in church, next to this girl Danielle (cf. above), and Claude is on the other side of her. anyways, we were sitting there in church, and I’m listening to the music and everything as usual and singing. anyone who knows me knows I have an appreciation for music, all sorts, and even church music is beautiful in its own way. anyways, i don’t think i was able to take my eyes off this girl Alison in the choir… my God… well… I’m just ridiculous I guess. All I know is that she is definitely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and she has the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. honest to god.
deja vu strikes… in honour of Pope John Paul, apparently, we sang Beati in domo domini, the chant I was writing about earlier (I’d link it, but I’m lazy). It means “Happy are those in the house of the Lord” (Latin of course). now most of the choir sings this phrase over and over again, as well as the congregation, but one person in the choir sings a solo, words going along with it in the midst of this soothing, relaxing chant. who? You guessed it… Alison. I’m sitting there singing along with my eyes closed, but then I realised I didn’t want to close my eyes, I wanted to look at her…. she was like an angel in the midst of all of them, and she had this golden radiance….
alright, you are probably saying I’m crazy and sappy and whatever. I’ve been accused of worse, heh. All I know is that I was completely, completely relaxed right then and smiling the entire time. i even told Danielle after church, “I swear, she has the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.” Mind you, I told Alison this too, because I msged her on Thefacebook, and she msged me back with a thank you and etc. I felt kind of weird msging her, because I’d never talked to her, but she seemed cool with it. This was right before spring break, and I msged her when spring break ended just to say hi and ask her about her spring break, but she hasn’t gotten back to me yet. I’m sure she’s busy and all…. it’s so weird though, because I’m really shy and can’t get myself to go talk to her at church. *shrugs* I’ll never learn I guess. I dunno though, I think something might come of it though, because hey, look at me and Blythe, we started talking on there and now we’re fairly tight (I think?) and pretty good friends. never lose hope.
it has been a weird week though, for sure. I know I haven’t written since last week (stating the obvious for your reading pleasure), and there’s a very good reason for it…. HOMEWORK. homework has been ridiculous this week… I was telling everyone at church last night that “hey, you’re supposed to be able to fucking SLEEP through the first week, for fuck’s sake!” blargh. we’ve had a shitload to do already, but I guess it’s good in a way. nothing too eventful happened this week though, at least in terms of school and such.
One of me and Jenn’s best friends, Christine (who is also Jenn’s roommate), turned 21 on the 1st. That was about the highlight of my week, really. We went to Olive Garden to get dinner, and me and Jenn showed up early to reserve a table. Apparently, Christine tried calling in advance (on Monday, MONDAY!) to get a reservation, but Olive Garden doesn’t take reservations. What the fuck? An “upscale” restaurant not taking reservations? We must be witnessing the chain effect here…. since it’s a chain, a franchise, they are allowed to be plastic and fake about some things, and reservations are one of them I guess.
Plastic and fake aside, they still have the best fucking fettuccine alfredo I’ve ever had, hands down. So we got a table there, getting on the waiting list at around 18.00 (?), and they said it’d be about an hour-15 wait, so we went over to Valley River in the meantime to kill some time. I got a strawberry Julius and Jenn got some weird berry combination, and we walked around the mall. Jenn bought some earrings for herself, and a couple pairs for Christine for a present. Speaking of that, I didn’t get Christine a present 
and I need to get my mum one, since her birthday is on the 8th (exactly, always, 21 days from mine). anyways, we went back over there, and apparently our table was ready, so we went in and sat down.
The first people to arrive were from Christine’s work (she invited pretty much everyone from her work): her friend Liz, and then her friend Niels (sp?), who I’ve heard a lot about, heh… We talked to them a bit, and then more people started getting there. Christine wasn’t there yet though, and it was like 19.00 by then, the time the party was supposed to be. She finally arrived, though, with her mum and her boyfriend Dan. After what seemed like forever, we finally ordered our food. Some guy named Eric was there, a friend of Christine’s from work, and he started talking about The Shining. Me, being a huge Kubrick fan, said “Stanley Kubrick directed The Shining.” Then he asked me about Clockwork Orange, and I told him it was my favourite movie of all time. He came over a few afterwards and said “So, why is Clockwork Orange your favourite movie?” I didn’t really know how to explain it, it’s just fucking awesome.
He asked a curious question, then: “What do you think of the morals in the movie?”
I said “They’re absolutely twisted, I love it”
“So you like it from an artistic standpoint?”
“Umm… not really… I just like it.”
“Oh, ok… well… I just wanted to… umm… talk to you about it, cos you said you liked it….”
He quickly scooted back to his seat. Apparently I’d spooked him. I found out later that he’s a devout, conservative Christian, and I guess I might have scared him, but I don’t know. Nothing against conservative and/or devout Christians at all… I can agree to disagree, or at least try to not erupt in vitriolic vehemence but yeah, I thought that shit was funny, that’s all.
After awhile, Jenn wanted to get home (she had work the next morning), and Christine was going out with her friends to the bars and shite, so we couldn’t go, and so we left. I drove Jenn home (we were in her car), and then we hung out for a bit before I had to go, and I left. I called Claude on the way home to see if he wanted to chill (it was only like 22.00 by then), and he said sure, so I drove over to his house. We just shot the shit over there, nothing special, and hung out. He wanted to go to the bars though, or something, so I left and went home, stopping off at Safeway on the way home. reminds me, I need a new brake light, heh.
I think I went home and just relaxed and played video games till mad late, and chilled on the net. Went to sleep around 3am, and woke up the next day around 2pm I think. Saturday is really a blur to me, since I can’t remember half of what happened. I think Jenn came over, and we hung out with my parents and my dogs, which was kinda funny. Then we hung out with my sister, and I introduced her to the wonders of the OC (guilty pleasure, i know).
If I remember correctly, I talked to Blythe in the wee hours of Sunday morning. FINALLY, lol…. I hadn’t talked to her since the 25th, apparently, and I really missed her it was really nice to talk though… she is in london we talked for awhile, and then I ended up staying up till 6am (5am really, but DST, bleh). sunday i already talked about, and well, today is monday.
i’m muddled, but not too muddled to not write this, so apparently i’m fairly lucid even sans sleep. yay! anyways, i hope this makes up for a bit of the once-a-week shite in writing. oh yeah, i talked to my friend Kerri online earlier this morning and also on the fone, which was illy yay! anyways, much love to all of you…. have a wonderful day, and perhaps i’ll talk to you later!
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