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The end is near but not soon enough. I want to keep going and I force myself to everyday. So close yet so far away. But the end is soon and I anticipate every morning.
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2007 1 December :: 9.36am
:: Music: CSS- My hot hot sex
I should quit watching I am legend trailers
I had a dream the other day. Zombies where attacking the world and I was the last person alive. I fended them off with a club I made from a tire iron. My hideout was Rivertown mall, especially Dicks sporting goods. I slept in the rafters in a canoe and climbed up there with a rope ladder. So if any of you become zombies.... stay away from Dicks sporting goods or else.
I saw the most ungodly beautiful sunrise on my way home from work this morning. I say 'ungodly' because it was actually pretty foreboding in a way. Even a bit malignant. The sun itself had a beam of red light that shot straight up into the sky, like some weird searchlight, and the clouds around it were just bathed in deep red, though it got lighter and more orange as time passed.
All I could think about was how much I wanted my camera right then. Sometimes I wish it were much more portable. =(
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2007 30 November :: 1.14am
:: Mood: winding down
:: Music: porn
fucking dumbass...
... so i had this dream last night that i was riding in the car with kevin. obviously it was kevin's car, since i don't have one. but then again, it's a dream, so nothing's obvious, since it could have been any car, because it was a dream. but it was kevin's. anyway.
so we're cruising along, and he's going like 65, which would be fine, but there's this curve coming up. i'm not paying attention, because i'm trying to improve my skills as a passenger and not be such a backseat driver like i always am. so he tries taking this corner waay too fast, and the car starts sliding, and we go off the road, and there's this big patch of grass that we cruise through all sideways-like until we get into the trees, and then fall into this big gorge. and as we're flying through the air toward impending doom (in slow motion, of course) all he can do is blame it on the car. and i'm just like "dude, what the fuck is your problem? it's not the car's fault. you were going way too fast for that curve and are just freaking dumb." so then we hit the ground, but are still bustling along in our weird spinny-hovery-ness, and we encounter some trees which take out the windows for us. and i'm like "dude, we've gotta bail before we hit the bottom" but he's all braced for impact and shit, resigning himself to whatever fate lies at the bottom of the gorge, cursing the shortcomings of his automobile all the way. i see my opportunity in a relatively soft-looking patch of earth, bail out the shattered window, and watch the car go tumbling down.
i woke up before he hit the bottom.
i don't think it really means anything, but i figured i'd write it down. because that's the kind of thing that i do.
Okay, so I was driving down the road the other day when we actually had sunlight. And I saw my sunglasses laying there and thought I should wear them. So I put them on and I think, "Wow, these are fitting kind of wierd, I think someone sat on/kicked/stepped on, or otherwise maimed them in some fashion." (Yes I really think like that) and I just keep going for a while longer, then I notice they have a couple scratches on the lenses that make it annoying to look out of. So then I think, "Shit, these are like almost brand new, now I'm angry." And so I start looking at the scratches, and then I start looking at the rest of the sunglasses more critically, and I stop, and a realization hits me. "Hey, these aren't mine."
And so...the moral of the story is...I have someone's sunglasses in my car. So....If you are missing some sunglasses then let me know =]
And If you haven't been in my car in the past month or so... I know they're not yours. =]
i'm seriously getting pissed off. because this is bullshit.
i bombed my presentation today, my eye is bugging out and hurting, i keep hurting people and pissing people off, i'm always exhausted, and i can't stop thinking about how much i suck.
and it's not one of those times where i really don't suck, and just need people to convince me that i don't. it's one of those times where i really do suck and all i need to do is stop sucking, but apparently i can't.
three more weeks and it won't matter, right? right.