Sunday, October 16, 2011

so i'm kind of psychic and it's freaking me out a little.

ok so i have known for a while that i'm...."unique".

basically because i like eating cheetos on my PB&J sandwiches and enjoy playing the xylophone over talking to women.

well, that last part is because i like boys, but regardless.


i've been having weird-ass dreams lately, but they don't seem weird per somnium.

in my dreams i'm just doing normal things, you know, nothing crazy.

but then, usually a few days / a week after the dream, i do what i did in my dream in real life, exactly how i dreamed it.

examples:
  1. i dreamt that i was sitting in the auditorium during improv, and i was sitting audience-left. i was facing the crowd (pit area) and someone said something onstage and everyone laughed, but i didn't find it funny. the person was playing an improv game that i was unfamiliar with, and it involved sitting down center stage. in real life, three days later, a new game was introduced at improv titled "the bench game", and for those of you who know what that game is, you'll understand the sitting center stage part. the person onstage was acting bizarre, fishing for laughter, and everyone was laughing but me. i was sitting audience left.
  2. a week ago, i dreamt that i was sitting in an armchair, wrapped in a blanket, reading a play that had weirdly written dialogue. it was slow reading, and i was skipping sections. my dog walked by the chair, and whined at me. in real life, basically the exact same shit happened. i was in an armchair, wrapped in a blanket, reading the crucible. i was skipping the asides written by the author. it was slow reading.
and i know that these aren't super crazy examples and i'm not blowing any minds, but there have been other incidents where the same thing happened. i have never had dreams so weirdly specific before, nor have i ever had every detail be almost exact the same in real life.

it's freaking me out a little.

Monday, October 10, 2011

the only living being i will ever need ever, ergo, the post about my dog.






...


i guess we both have those days.


i love my dog.

reasons why:
1.) he will never judge my taste in music
2.) he doesn't care if i dress nicely
3.) he can't talk, and if he did it would only be nice
4.) he has floppy ears
5.) he has more personality than most of my peers
6.) he's cuter than 90+% of humans.
7.) he makes noises like this:

aaaaaauuuuuuuuauauoooooiuuueeaaaaaauoooeeoooaaaaaoooooouuuu!!!!

personally, i'd rather hear that than human-speak.


 


Thursday, October 6, 2011

mornings: a poem

O morn
Thy filled with Scorn
You fight my joy!
Pulling me into the fog with
Your Sleep

O morn
Thy are a BUTTCAKE
With an UGLY FACE
and a
FAT ASS.

O morn!

go f*cking die.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

the human centipede 2 : full sequence

you have no idea how excited i am to see this movie.

it's been 100% guaranteed to be more disturbing and graphic than the original.

...which was pretty f*cked up already.

so i suppose that isn't really a GOOD thing.


however:


i get to prove my horror movie manhood with this franchise.




...who want's to have a movie night? :)