Observation of the Day

It's funny how you can tell you're back in cerritos when you're driving and your car stops vibrating like a mother.

Silence

Sometimes silence is not the lack of noise, the lack of thought, but too much of it.

"Why can't I say anything?

Because anything I say would be a lie.

That's not how a I feel...at all."

how stars find their way back home

Revelation of the day: Foods with fragmented and/or tiny little bones SUCK.

So yesterday night I had the weirdest dream I've ever had. Probably. I mean I might have had an even weirder dream and just didn't remember. Darn memory. Anyway, I've realized that orally telling a story is a lot harder than it seems, especially in the case of dreams, because its hard to gather and organize all the details and then present them in an orderly fashion.

Well anyway, to begin, if I had just one word to describe this dream, it would be deer. I realize that deer is not an adjective and normally I would agree that it should not be used to describe anything, least of all be the one word that describes anything in particular; you can't say, "Oh yeah, today was very deer" unless of course, you're referring to 'dear' in which case you might be making a pun which I definitely approve of. In this case, however, there is naught but deer to describe this very dear dream, daring as it was, from the dreams of Darren. I totally rocked that wordplay.

So what happened was this. One day I find a baby deer somehow, I don't recall it as well now that its been 12 hours since I've woken up. It might have burst out of a meteor or dropped off by the stork, but regardless, I found myself with a baby deer in my possession. I raised that deer like my very own deer. In fact, if my dream is any accurate at all, it would be undeniable but a great deer owner I would be. I raised it so well at one point, it started to evolve. Being the great owner that I was, I opted not to press the B button when it was made known to me that I had the option of my deer growing super long legs or super short legs. I'm not sure how anything would 'grow' shorter legs but oh well. I chose the long legs, adhering to the innate bias towards longer objects that many humans seem to possess. Life was good.

One day, I happened to be playing out in the yard with some buddies, and the only person I can distinctly recall is a very drunk Elias. He was very happy. That's all I really remember. So after this jovial gathering, I march back to my house, which at this point in the dream is this huge ranch styled house, picket fence included. I notice offhandedly that the fence gate is ajar and as I enter the house, it slowly dawns on me that my deer might have run away for some reason. I run through the house searching for my deer. I search in the cupboard, I search under the bed, I search in the toilet, and then I realize I really have no idea how big my deer really is. I find a cage in the living room with a rabid hamster in it and I don't even know what's going on anymore. I look outside once again and drop to my knees in despair as the camera zooms out dramatically, realizing that my deer has gone missing.

Several years pass, I don't know why, when one day I notice one of the neighbors has a farm in what would be his driveway. The way I recall it right now, his driveway was like a clown car and animals just flooded into the streets from said driveway; except, because the driveway wasn't covered, animals just appeared out of thin air what is this I dont even. So I start to think about my deer and wonder if any of these animals would have information on his disappearance. I strike up a conversation with a nearby sheep or llama, because all animals can speak duh, and it informs me in some cryptic vague riddle that my deer was spotted walking into the distance several years ago. I try to ask where to but this sheep/llama doesn't give me a straight answer. I'm about to give up hope when a surfer dude falls from the sky and tells me the deer is in a house down the street. I say oh. All I could say was oh. Then I pulled out my baretta...

I march into the house when I see my deer. An epic confrontation happens in slow mo in which I learn that my deer has been some evil secret spy this entire time. I take it upon myself to stop him and we engage in battle. We grapple and at some point, I look up only to find that he has turned into Chris Im on crack. I struggle in vain as his powers are magnified and he traps me in some deathly head lock. All hope seems lost. Then, a montage of myself doing something something I suppose flashes before my eyes, allowing me to awaken the sharingan, except awesomer because I am totally not like those little nerd otakus who dream about having ninja powers no offense to otakus. Magically, we appear on top of some spiraling stairs and I throw Chris down, save the day, and pose for a long while. Credits start to roll and I wake up very confused.

ALSO, WE FUCKING CAPSIZED TODAY HELL YEAH
Wow, that was hella surreal. Hella surreal, dude.

OHBABYnumber1

I've recently noticed that I like to talk to myself often, and its a shame that I never really remember what about. Otherwise, I would probably write more often. Thing is, when I actually catch myself having a one man conversation, it always makes me want to laugh and I've yet to decide whether from embarrassment or amusement. I always envision one of those stereotypical crazy people who mumble to themselves, their coats draped over their hung heads, their hair a matted mess, as they awkwardly shuffle quickly down a dark and cluttered alley. I suppose if you want attention, thats one way to get it.

FUCKKKK MY HAIRRRR FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
SHITFUCKFUCKINGBITCHHOEKUMQUATMELONFUCKEREMAILBANANABALLSDICKimgoddamn hungryIWISHCTRLZEXISTEDGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLMAOOCEANLEMONADEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKETOMAHAWKFACIALVITAMIN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Well, that's the gist of what I'm feeling inside right now. I swear I'm completely normal.

There's really nothing like driving down the freeway, cruising along at 80 mph with your windows all the way down, when you begin to realize that you're wedged between two large 18 wheelers and a twitch of your wrist might possibly lead to your sudden and early demise. Now that is livin' the dream. I lived the dream today. Don't be jealous.

Do not want: a revival except transparency is difficult.

So I totally got over my 4 month period of laziness in updating anything just to write this one sentence about how I might possibly start writing things again and well yeah so if you were expecting a well thought out clever and you might even say ingenious post, I hope you weren't disappointed; but then again, everything I write is quite ingenious and perhaps even quite glamorous so disregard anything I might have mentioned about the subject previously; and I might as well add that I think semicolons are completely ridiculous as they allow for run on sentences to not be so even though I'm probably using them incorrectly, but if you did notice, then shame on you, you grammer nazi, you; but remember, I love you always and I forgive you for not riding the clouds and surfing those rainbows with me; heckaa yeahhhh bitches.

Why

are we always running?

Walking On a Dream

how can i explain?

Oooooohyeah.

I'm been sorta busy/sorta lazy this whole month. Well actually, I've been pretty busy writing stupid essays every week. I guess thats what happens when you take a 9 week English course online. Everything is so crammed and rushed and half-hearted and nonsensical. Maybe this is what working as a journalist might feel like. Anyway, thats the reason I haven't updated. D: I skipped last week but oh wells. Once or twice won't kill anyone.

YEAH!

I started playing the piano again! It's so freakin fun. I think the reason I stopped before was because it felt intrusive and loud and the only time I had time to play was at night after dinner. It kind of sucks that my piano doesn't have a mute pedal. Now though, I have plenty of time and nothing to do :D Also, this song, called 'comptine d'un autre eté' also had something to do with making me want to play again.

This song is actually really easy to play ._. It took me like..3 hours to be able to play fairly well and I'm not even that great at piano. :]

It's weird how its almost may already.

I still remember thinking how weird it was that it was april already. -_-

Time sure likes to fly.

ILOVEYOU

...dchan...