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The strangest stuff you’ll see.

The last two nights have been the worst in the string of these waking nights and dreams by the truck load. It won’t go away, no matter what I do to try and rid myself of these thoughts. I have used advice from many people, have tried various methods to sleep easier but none have worked. Anytime I fall asleep I find myself trapped in some dream of impossibilities. Some completely unreal, others too close to reality. Some have a common theme, others too random to figure out. Friends are enemies, enemies are friends. It boggles the mind to think about. I am finding it impossible for me to clear my mind before bed with everything that has been going on lately. With every night that passes the more I want to just leave and go somewhere else in hope of clearing my mind and starting over, but then I realize that I am trapped where I am for some time without an exit. My days become nothing but repetition leading to boredom and depression. School. Home. Dread.

Where has my life gone and how do I get it back?

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I can’t believe it has been two years since I switched over to WordPress. Doesn’t seem like that long ago. Times have changed quite a bit since this time last year. Many changes to myself and the people around me, including some new additions.

Since this time last year I have graduated from high school and ventured off to college. A big change in my everyday life. Although with this change came more responsibilities and the biggest change, loss of old friends. There are a bunch of people I do not see anymore due to going to college or moving in general. It was pretty depressing once you get to thinking about it. You spend much of your time with them in school all those years only to have them go away. College brought a few new ones along the way, although not as strong as some of the high school ones. I have also met new people through other ways. Namely Tammi, Carter, and Ashlee. Even that crazy Canadian. All good pals with them. Last year I also had to deal with the death of my grandfather but as time went on I adjusted to the change, as hard as it was. Days, weeks, months, it all came and went. Now it is 2008. It’s pretty crazy.

Considering I’ve written the epic end of the year post just three months ago my memory juices are a bit low so I won’t be picking my top ten posts of the last year. Instead you get to see pretty stats and some search results that make me feel like the FBI will pound on my door in the near future.

Blog Stats

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Best Day Ever: 98 — Monday, February 19, 2007

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And now the search results:

my brothe fucked me
fuck me hard brother
“couldn’t take my eyes off her”
i’m going to die to night
burn everything
i need to write my fucking essay
i sucked off my brother
fuck me brother
bottle fuck
fucking outside
girl butt exams
red fuck
shooting people with shit
cosplay
motherfuckin snakes
outside porn
videos of people getting raped
backstabbers
oldest bitches
fuck room

Thanks you fucking strange internet people. Go the fuck outside.

The string of dreams that have given me the big ol’ “WTF” feeling in the morning have continued the last few days. These new dreams have been increasing in number every night and have become more insane in terms of content. I really can’t put it together to make sense. I won’t even bother describing some of them because they are just out there. It is killing my sleep schedule and causing me to wake up every hour or so. I keep trying to stay awake during classes and even while driving. If it continues into the weekend I am going to see about getting some meds or something. Anything to stop this cycle. I can’t handle it anymore.

As for school, in math yesterday we had a test. I probably did horrible. All I ask for is a C at best. I really hate the class and teacher. Although over the last week or so I have gotten to know a few people a bit better in the class so we often make jokes and comment about each other. As for today we had a debate in English. The first debate was the pros and cons of gun control. I found myself in the group who were tasked with the cons. Since the group was me and two girls I had to hold it up pretty much on my own. I defended and countered arguments until the debate was over. The teacher declared both groups equal and we moved on to the next debate. In this debate, about the pros and cons of patriotism, I was a spectator. Both groups fought hard but in the end seemed equal. The teacher asked the rest of us if there was anything else they could have used. I spoke up and mentioned something which seemed to catch the teacher’s attention. Bonus points for me.

Now I am just waiting for the old folks to get the fuck off the TV so I can play some Mass Effect.

I had quite the dream this morning. Apparently I arrived in France on an Amtrak train (how does that work?) and after jumping from the train I drove off to meet someone. I got to their place after navigating row after row of houses and narrow streets to arrive. We started making sugar or something and for whatever reason I left and kept driving as he was gone. I got to another house and walked in to the bathroom. Something caught my eye and I started to take a few steps back. I caught a view of a bare girl butt. I go back a little more and see that it is some asian chick sexing a black guy. They look at me sort of freaked out. The asian gets off the bed and walks towards the door. She slams it shut and I say something stupid. Then I hear the guy get on the phone, probably to the police. I run towards the door to get out of the house but am magically stuck. End dream.

Seriously, what the fuck?

When I first saw this girl she was working at a casino. She caught my eye unlike any other woman has before. I was instantly attracted to her. Her curves sent my mind into bliss. She was like an angel.

One day I followed her around. I kept my distance so I wouldn’t spook her. She was driving a brightly colored SUV. Impossible to miss. As we both drove down the street I couldn’t take my mind off her. I was on a mission. A mission to be with her. I wanted to feel beyond anything I have before.

She stopped at a store. I followed her in while maintaining distance. Her sleek, curved body slithered through the crowds as she went to get whatever she was after. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She went to a dressing room which gave me the signal to stop where I was.

Minutes went by as a waited. “Where did she go?” I thought. I wanted to see her. I was dying to see her. Then she came out.

The tight black corset made her heavenly curves even more lustrous. Fish net covering her silky legs accompanied the corset in increasing the bulge in my pants. I couldn’t contain my affection. I was madly in love. Then she turned around to expose the thong. I was on Cloud Nine.

I managed to regain control of my senses as she went back into the dressing room. Another few minutes went by and she was back in her normal attire. She purchased the alluring lingerie and headed towards the exit. I again returned to my pursuit status.

Passing street by street my mind was on her. She was everything I wanted. Perfect. I wanted her. No one else is deserving of her.

She turned on to a street on the edge of town and I weaved my car through traffic to keep up. A few houses down she pulled her SUV into a driveway. I drove past to not raise suspicion and parked half a block away. As I got out I looked back down towards her house to see if she noticed. Luckily I managed to not raise a hair. I walked across the street and headed down to her place.

As I snuck through her bushes I heard her on the phone. The soothing voice aroused my senses as I listened in through the open window. She was talking to a friend about waiting for her blind date to show up. I stopped. My mind raced. “Who was this other person?” I had to find out. She was mine. I wouldn’t let anyone get close. I heard that he would be coming by tomorrow around the same time. It was time to plan.

At home I planned how I would remove this man from ever meeting my angel. That night I couldn’t sleep. My mind was on her. I was determined to have her fall in my arms. For me to be with her for the rest of time. I had to do this.

The next day I drove out near her place waiting for any sign of this “blind date.” An hour or two went by before I saw a car turn the corner to the street my angel was on. This car didn’t match any of them ones I noticed parked here before. My eyes stayed glued to it. I started my engine and slowly drove towards this mystery car. As I got closer the car pulled to the curb in front of her house. My heart raced. I sped up to the speed limit for the street and pulled into the closest driveway. He wouldn’t know who lives here so I was in the clear. I had to do this. I had to keep him away.

I threw the car in park and hopped out. The “blind date” was getting out of his car as I got on the sidewalk heading towards him. To prevent spooking him I kept a normal face but the pressure inside was making it hard. He opened the back door of his car to grab something. “What was it?” I thought. My mind was racing as he pulled out a bouquet of roses and closed the door to his car. He turned and started walking towards her house. I had to stop him.

“Hi,” I uttered out in despair.

He turned and replied, “Oh. Hello.”

I had his attention and fired back a question. “Looking for someone?”

“Uh, yes actually. Is this…” My mind blocked out him saying her wonderful name. I would not have it tainted. “…’s house?”

Considering he probably wasn’t familiar with this part of town and the people who lived her I quickly voiced out, “I’m sorry but they obviously gave you the wrong address. An old couple lives in that house. No one under that name lives here.”

He pulled something out of this pocket. A piece of paper. The flowers in his hand now pointed downward and he glared at the paper to see if he made a mistake. He looked back up and retorted, “But I was told that this was the address. Are you sure she doesn’t live here”

He was annoying me now. I pointed at my car and said, “Buddy, I live here. I should know who lives around me. Somebody is yanking your chain.”

A grave look came over his face as the words manifested themselves inside his head. He replied saying he was sorry for the trouble. He turned around and headed back to his car. As he threw the flowers inside he mumbled the words that sent me over the edge.

“Fucking bitch.”

My mind exploded into anger. I turned around to hide the devilish thoughts rushing through my body. I walked slowly back to my car as he drove off. As soon as he turned the corner I jumped in and roared the engines. He was not getting away from me now. He has defiled my heavenly love.

I threw the car in reverse and zipped the car around and floored it to catch up to him. My hands gripped the steering wheel and my foot was planted on the pedal as if it was lead. I spun the car around the corner and my eyes locked on to his car down the road. I hauled ass through traffic until I was a few car lengths behind. He turned on another road that goes by an orchard. This was my chance. I followed and looked around to make sure no one was watching. No one was going to see this. “Excellent,” I thought.

I put all my weight on the accelerator and sent my vehicle on a hellish rampage towards him. As I closed in to within about one car length I pulled along side him. By now he was aware and as I came up to the driver’s side window I could see the fear in his eyes. It was time. I swerved in front of him. He desperately tried to turn and avoid me. He failed.

I couldn’t hear it over the roar of my engine but I noticed the smoke in my mirror. I slammed on my breaks and stopped the car. It was quiet as I got out of the car. Nothing but the slight breeze. His car had smashed into a tree in the orchard as he tried to avoid me. The front in split with the trunk of damaged tree in the middle. The windows shattered. As I approached I could see the remnants of the “blind date” behind the now dark red airbag. The engine had crashed through the dashboard and crushed him. I had accomplished in getting revenge for his hateful words towards my love, but then a shimmer caught my eye.

It was the bouquet of roses he brought with him. They were still in perfect condition. I reached in and grabbed them. My eyes took in the colors. The thought of love raced through my mind. Then it hit me. She was expecting the blind date at this time!

I raced back to the car-roses in hand-and turned the car around to head back. Joy raced through my veins as this was the chance to have her.

Flying through traffic I made it to her house in record time. I got out of the car with the roses and headed for her door.

Knock.

This was the moment of a lifetime. I wanted it to be perfect.

Knock.

I need to control myself. It was almost too much to bear.

Knock.

The sound of the locks being turned caught my ears. Then the doorknob began to twist. This was it.

“Hey.” Her beautiful voice echoed as if a sensual orgasm for my ears.

“Hi. I’m…,” I started to say as I brought up the flowers. “…your blind date.”

As she noticed the roses her face blushed. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Then she replied, “I’m…” Her pulchritudinous name rang in my ears. It was wondrous.

I handed her the flowers and said, “These are for you my dear.”

A glisten came to her eyes and she accepted the roses and replied, “Thank you. Come on in.”

I followed her gesture and walked in as she closed the door.

The night was grand. Unlike anything I imagined. Heaven had come down to Earth. When the night ended I was feeling high and mighty. I kissed her goodbye and headed home.

The next evening I headed over. When I arrived she came to greet me and we got in the car. She wanted to head out to dinner so we drove down a steakhouse and had a great time. The entire dinner I had my eyes glued on her goddess-like beauty. She was amazing. After eating she was feeling a bit tired so I drove her home. I wished her a goodnight and dropped her off with a kiss. I felt like a prince.

Over the next few days I waited and waited for her to call. Nothing. I called her and she asked me to pick her up. I brought my chariot over and we headed to dinner once again. Another good evening, but again she grew tired after and once again I took her home with nothing much to get in return.

After the third occurrence my dreams felt shattered. How could such a beautiful being not want to be with her prince? I fell into depression, not wanting to continue the repetitive act. I did so much to be with her and now I was torn. Risked so much and this is all I get. No. It can’t be.

The next week I head over and pick her up. As we drove to dinner-again-she kept talking about things. I was getting annoyed but I hid it behind my mask of deception. I was on the breaking point. She kept talking. I knew the cycle would continue. I couldn’t let that happen. I had been pulled in to the lion’s den. She was a siren. Created to deceive. To pull in stray men and use them to no end. I would end this. I broke the routine.

Unknown to her I took a back road in to the countryside. She turned to question me.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you somewhere new.”

“But I liked the usual place.”

Then I took the dirt road. As she looked through the windshield I could see the worried look in her eye. She was in my trap now.

“Seriously, where are we going?”

I stopped the car and got out. She sat in her seat confused for a few moments and then got out. I walked to the front of the car looking at the horizon as she got along side me. She turned towards me as I turned to face her. I reached around to my jacket pocket and pulled out a pistol. She gave me a horrified look as I aimed the gun at her head.

The echo rang throughout the countryside.

Her limp body fell to the ground. The cycle was over. The siren had been slain.

As I looked over the body I could feel a vibration in my other pocket. My cellphone. I pulled it out and answered.

“Hello?”

“What the Hell is taking so long to get that keycard!?”

That’s when it hit me. I was still stuck in a cycle. I had just beaten another mission of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas.

I just took Valentine’s Day to the extreme.

The last few days have been a bit odd. It kind of fits I guess since my vacation is coming to an end. Since the 360 is broken and shipped off I have mainly been on the PC doing all kinds of things.

Friday I woke up and wasted as much time as possible so Cloverfield would come faster. At about 10:15am I headed out to the theater to meet up with Andrew. We were going to the 11am showing (first of the day) to beat the crowds, mainly high school kids who all had finals which meant they would be getting our around 12 and 1pm. When I got there there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I waited for Andrew to show up and then we went in and got seats in the back row. While we were waiting we talked about Call of Duty 4. Once the previews started the first one reminded me of Hellboy. I turned to Andrew and told him that the second one was coming out later this year. I turned back to the screen and then saw Hellboy on the screen and was like “motherfucker.” It was the Hellboy 2 trailer. During the second trailer, for the movie 21, I chomped down on a gummy worm and chipped a tiny piece of my front right tooth. Nothing major but it still pissed me off. I plan to have the dentist check it out when I go the next time (whenever that is). Moving back to the movie, it was awesome. Plain and simple on of the coolest and creative movies I have seen. From start to finish it kept me engaged. Andrew seemed to get freaked at some parts with his “Holy shit” and “What the fuck” moments. I just laughed in my head. After the movie I headed home and dicked around on the computer. UPS dropped off the coffin for the Xbox 360 so I packed it up and dropped it off at the UPS store were the truck came just as I was leaving. I went home and then watched Stargate Atlantis.

I woke up Saturday morning around the same time as the day before. This time I was taking my brother to see Cloverfield. We headed over again, beating the crowds. Same trailers, same seats. My brother was a little less dramatic as Andrew but it was close. During the movie he told me that I can die in a fire and that he plans to get the DVD. I told him that we’ll see about it. After the movie I got home to an empty house. The parents were out and about and a little later my brother headed off to a friends house. I proceeded to do the usual internet things when I got a message from a Shacker to play Team Fortress 2. I never played it online before so I was a bit hesitant. I got the server info and jumped in. I chose the Pyro first to give it a shot. Turns out I suck with that class so I went Soldier. I got some good kills and the class seems to work with me. I got better as the day progressed and I made sure to tell Tammi that if I get obsessed with it she has to either beat me senseless or kill me. I do not want to get sucked in a game with school around the corner. After a few hours of that I IMed for the rest of the night.

This morning I fired up Team Fortress 2 and played a few rounds. Once I was done with that I watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Around 3:30pm I headed downstairs to watch the NFC Championship game. I was rooting for the Packers but the stupid Giants kicker saved his career in overtime. Fucker. After the game I reinstalled Oblivion but left out the mods this time (at least until I find a good, stable one so I don’t have to do my multi-disk reinstall being as I don’t have the one DVD GOTY pack). Now I’m just IMing and Shacking.

Tomorrow is my last day of vacation, sadly. I will be preparing for school (mainly English since it will be the only class I go to on Tuesday). Got to pack the car with my books, prepare binders, and get the parking pass in the glove box. I’ll probably also be playing Oblivion and Team Fortress 2. Other than that I don’t know. Got to return to the mindset of school so I don’t fall asleep in class like last semester. Like that will work.

The day started normally this morning until about 10am when the power suddenly turned off. It surged about three times before going away completely. Bored out of my mind I took a nap for about 45 minutes or so. The power eventually came on a little before 12pm. Once everything was back to normal I went ahead with my day. Since my computer was busy backing up files to my external drive I decided to watch a DVD. I threw in The Kingdom which has been begging for my attention. Good movie. The last thirty minutes were pretty thrilling. After the movie I went up to check on the status of the backup and it still wasn’t done, so I went back down and tossed in Battlestar Galactica: Razor because I never got around to watching the unrated DVD version. The scenes left out of the TV version were pretty neat and set up some cool background information on a few characters. Once that was over my backup was pretty much done. I went on with my day until dinner where we headed our for Mexican food. Back at home I watched some stuff on the National Geographic Channel (or what they are now calling it, NatGeo). Now I’m the usual stuff before bed.

Exciting.

Following some simple steps taken from a post at Shacknews, I made up an album cover.

The rules were the following:

CREATE AN ALBUM COVER

Obviously you have to experiment to achieve success. Here are some of my attempts:

1. http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/3686/hollerbluesgp8.jpg
2. http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/3995/isoquantrb9.jpg
3. http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/3809/etymologicalfallacycopyax6.jpg
4. http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/9504/charlesju1.jpg

For fonts, I went here: http://www.dafont.com

In the end I came up with this:

You can see what other people made here and here.

What?

Exactly.