| A Poem |
[22 Sep 2006|08:29pm] |
YOUR BOBBY PINS
They let me know where you've been.
Fin.
by Gabe Hayward
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| fucking time |
[04 Sep 2006|01:27pm] |
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i don't even have enough of it to figure out what i'm going to do with it
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| poo |
[23 Aug 2006|02:28am] |
my bunny's poo is abnormal today.
and he eats it too.
:(
AND he is mad at me for not letting him under my bed.
:(
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| my kitty |
[17 Jun 2006|01:30am] |
My kitty got hurt a few days ago...
So he went to the kitty hospital and got kitty stiches:
They had to shave his fur, and put a tube in him to drain out goo!
He has to wear a special thingie to keep him from biting or licking the wound.
And he looks really pathetic when he walks around the house.
He may look funny, and he may be drugged up all the time, and he may have stitches and tubes going through him, and he may only have three legs...
but he's a happy kitty!
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| bf pillow? |
[22 May 2006|10:49pm] |
All you ladies out there (a.k.a. elizabeth):
If you are ever feeling alone, I've found just what you need.
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[19 May 2006|11:17am] |
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TODAY:
First, I woke up late, didn't get a shower, didn't get breakfast, I threw on some dirty clothes, some mismatched socks, grabbed my stuff and went out the door.
I had a rock in one shoe and my other foot hurt.
In first period at school, I had to sit through the most agonizing 55 minutes of my life in the worst class I've ever had the misfortune of taking.
Then, ironically after senior civics, MY RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED when photobucket deleted one of my pictures for having "violated their terms of service," which it didn't.
And I hate it when stupid people tell me "you're just one of those people who like to cause controversy" and shit like that when I try to express my honest opinion about a topic. It's that kind of stubborn, conservative thinking that hinders positive change and just shows how ignorant and afraid people are. They're afraid to think their mind could ever be changed, and they just avoid argument because of their inability to defend their position.
I enjoyed lunch though. Yum yum yum.
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| lalala |
[17 May 2006|07:57pm] |
life doesn't make any fucking sense.
it makes so little sense that i can't even put what i am trying to say into words.
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[15 Mar 2006|10:40am] |
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Eff you teacher boy.
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| The Real Batman / Left Handed Catch |
[12 Mar 2006|09:31pm] |
Last night's dreams:
The Real Batman
I was in a strange land that that looked sort of like this:
For some reason I was looking for "the real Batman," and I believe I found him in a cave as you can see in the picture. Then, an image flashed in my head of the Batman Forever movie; "The worst one.." I thought to myself. I also remember thinking to myself, "That movie doesn't have an ending." Suddenly, I felt like I had to find miniature alphabet letters. They were like little magnets because they clung to things, and for some reason I felt like I really needed to find them all. I looked across the landscape and certain things (colored yellow in the picture) would light up, showing me the location of the letters. The first thing to light up was a row of lamp-like objects growing out of the ground on a hill. I looked around and sure enough, there were little alphabet pieces clinging to the inside of each lamp's shade. Next, I went to investigate more letters on the underside of a weird bridge. The only problem is that whenever I tried to get there, sharks would jump out of the water and nearly eat me! I decided to try my luck with the streetlight on the cliff. I didn't get there though, because all of a sudden I turned into Batman and was teleported to a little room that looked like it could be the interior of a submarine. I headed for the door, but the Joker popped out and attacked me with a hatchet. He missed me several times, then I whipped around and sent him flying onto the floor. I thought I had beaten him, but he pulled out a little tiny razor and slashed my ankle with it. Then I woke up.
Left Handed Catch
I was at my school just walking around and I heard something behind me. I turned around and saw my friend Andrew running at me. He was wearing a really goofy outfit that looked something like this:
He charged at me and lifted me up, but continued to run. As he ran around with me on his shoulders, a football came flying at us out of nowhere. Somehow, I easily caught it using only my left hand. I heard some people around congratulating me on the amazing catch, and that's all I remember.
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| The Brown Team |
[11 Mar 2006|08:47pm] |
Last night's dream:
Me and my friends Aaron, Nick, and Brandon were at my house before going to a party. While I was waiting for the others to get ready, a bizarre looking woman approached me and suggested we go in my bedroom while we wait. She had an extremely large and abnormal head. It looked kind of like this:
Gross huh? Her head was way too large for her body, and the bones in her face were just sick. She led me into my room and started kissing me on my bed. I noticed that her skin was completely drenched in some kind of liquid-film stuff that smelled really strong and left a nasty taste in my mouth. I also noticed that she wore a ton of make-up and her disgusting lipstick stuck to me. After a little while, I started complaining about her smell and the shape of her head, so she stopped kissing me. She then sort of deflated her head so that it got smaller, but all her skin rolled up and made her look like this:
Still gross huh? I told her to please inflate her head again, so she did, and we kept kissing for a little bit. Soon, I heard from out in the hall that my friends were ready, so I stood up and left the woman in my room. (Note: If I could've controlled my dream, I wouldn't have gotten remotely close to the woman; she was incredibly revolting.)
The dream then jumped ahead to the party we were getting ready for. It was an outside party, with fireworks and games. Some guy lit a huge firework that shot giant burning fireballs into the air, which then crashed down around us, nearly hitting people no matter where they ran. The fireballs seemed to target me and I almost got scorched a few times. When the fireworks were over, all the people split up into teams. Brandon suggested that he, Nick, Aaron, and I represent the color brown, and he was really excited about it, so we became the "brown team." The only problem was that we didn't have any candy. Apparently, we needed candy if we were to participate in the games. The dream then skipped ahead again to a supermarket.
At the store, we realized that none of us had money to buy candy. We decided to split up and find ways to acquire it. Nick told me he had some kind of special card or something that let him get free food. In order to take advantage it, we had to talk to one of the store employees and request some paperwork. Nick filled out the paper requesting $3.00 and then he signed the bottom. We then went to go grab some candy, but one of the store clerks ran up to us, pointing and yelling, "Thief! Thief!" because apparently the paper Nick filled out didn't authorize the purchase of candy, only real food items. To avoid a problem, Nick started acting like he was retarded so that no one could blame him for breaking the rules. It worked, and the store clerks got off our case. From then on, I walked Nick around the store acting like he was mentally challenged. We got so into it that we forgot all about getting candy, and just looked around at different meats and cheeses. Later, Aaron met back up with us and said that Brandon is commencing some kind of operation to get candy, while another kid waited for him inside a big garbage container. The other kid that Aaron mentioned waiting in the garbage container was unheard of until this point in the dream. Apparently though, this kid actually was retarded, and I remember saying, "Aww, I bet he'll be scared being in that garbage container all by himself."
That is all I remember.
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| Battle Object Five: Battalion |
[10 Mar 2006|07:11pm] |
Last night's dream:
I was painting a small clay castle with glaze, which means I would put on one coat that would quickly sink in and dry, then I would have to put on another coat. It was very frustrating. Next to me I noticed a girl painting a bunch of figurines of some sort. I asked what they were and she pointed to a long rectangular box that read, "Battle Object Five: Battalion." Apparently, it was some kind of collector's game in which you assemble and paint the little figurines and battle with them, similar to Warhammer I suppose. "Battle Object Five: Battalion" was the latest edition, and the girl painting the figures appeared to be really excited about it. She handed me a figure to paint. I painted it nicely at first, but when I went to fix a small mistake I ended up smudging the paint and ruining all my previous work. Then I noticed some kids sitting at a table nearby. They were all painting as well. One of them said to me, "Hey! You're on my team!" Somehow I think he was referring to the colors I had painted my figurine, but I'm really not sure. When I had given up on my painting, I looked over and saw a guy with a beard and a trench coat walking around with another box of "Battle Object Five" I wondered why everyone had this thing, so I followed him. I observed him as he gave somebody the box he was carrying, then walked down a hallway. At the end of the hall were several piles of more "Battle Object Five" boxes and the guy just kept grabbing them and giving them to people. I asked what he was doing, and he said, "I'm giving one of these to everyone who has a birthday today." I thought: a lot of people must have birthdays today, wow.
In other news (this isn't a dream):
I was bleeding a little bit on my shoulder, so I dabbed it with a paper towel and when I lifted it back up THIS is what I saw:
Kinda weird/neat huh?
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| Pee Pinball |
[09 Mar 2006|09:52pm] |
Last night's dream:
Me and about three other people were walking along the beach. I felt like I knew the people, but I don't remember exactly who they were or what they looked like, just that one of them was very large. Lying out on the beach was a series of big fish. They were sort of shark-like, only extremely short, stubby and fat. They appeared to be dead, but their mouths were gaping open, exposing their sharp teeth. "This place looks good." The large man said as he crammed his foot into one of the fish's mouths. Everyone in the group agreed. Apparently, the fish's mouth was an entrance to some kind of dance club in which I had been to before. Everyone stepped into the fish and there we were, in the middle of a raging dance party. As people started socializing, everything started to feel like a computer game to me. I saw myself in third person, walking around talking to people, and whenever I came across a new person, their own special window would pop up on my "screen" that I could resize, move around, and follow their movements with. One of the "people" I met at the club was a bee. It was a female bee apparently. "I have to go pee," she said, and then she transformed into a human woman and went off to the bathroom. Everything stopped feeling like a computer game at this point. I decided I would explore more of the club. I walked around the place admiring the strange architecture and deciding what doors I should go through. The walls were red, and the doors were black with labels on them. One of the labels read something along the lines of "Bondage Room," or something else related to straps and torture devices. Staying away from that room, I headed toward some kind of arcade instead. Inside, there were two black custodian men cleaning, and arguing with each other about something. Over in the corner was a pinball machine called, "Pee Pinball." It wasn't like normal pinball... I watched as various people propped themselves up on two metal pegs attached to the machine and started urinating all over it. Apparently, this was just how the game was played. The people playing it were positioned very awkwardly, and the machine seemed to kind of float around in the air as they peed. For some reason I thought it looked fun, so when the machine was vacant, I got up on the pegs and started urinating on it like I observed other people do. I didn't really understand the dynamics of this particular pinball machine though, so I basically just peed all over the place and it wasn't very much fun. I hopped off the floating machine and noticed that the two black custodian guys were still arguing. It felt like a drama movie all of a sudden, one of the black men being the main character. He kind of faded away and then I realized I was no longer in the club somehow, but the middle of a desert theme park of sorts. That setting didn't last long though. The desert soon transformed into a school campus. It was apparently my school, but I wasn't familiar with it. As I walked by various people, I picked up bits and pieces of conversations. From a group of gossiping women, I heard something like, "There's my man," and then passing by another group I heard a conversation about how someone named Ashley gets a lot of money but she gives it all away to her brother. That is when things started to get a little fuzzy, and soon I was awake.
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| Asphyxiation |
[08 Mar 2006|09:14pm] |
Last night's dream:
I was lying in bed with Elizabeth in the downstairs of her house. She was on her back with her arms wrapped around me. I had a strong feeling that I had lost track of time. She was asleep, and I just lied there on top of her, looking at the room around me. I soon noticed that Elizabeth was twitching in her sleep. With every twich, her arms tightened around me, squeezing me so hard that it was difficult to breath. As she did this continually, I reached around behind her back and pulled out a packet of string cheese she'd been laying on. I don't remember what I did with the string cheese, I was too focused on the discomfort of Elizabeth pressing the air out of my lungs every five seconds as she twitched. I felt like I had to leave, so I kissed Elizabeth's face until she woke up. The twitching stopped, and I stood up to put my pants on. I looked around the room and realized that it was a huge mess. There were all kinds of strange metal contraptions all over the floor. I asked something along the lines of, "Why is it so messy in here?" Elizabeth, who was now sitting up in bed, pointed near the door at a burnt box that had tipped over. "The box was on fire, and I had to put it out," she said, as if it really explained anything. Then I noticed a strange looking dog staring at me. It was small and scruffy, with big eyes that were very far apart. I turned away from it and looked at Elizabeth. She was wearing a t-shirt and a skirt, but apparently no undies because I watched as she pulled a pair up under her skirt. They had black and white checks on them. "You weren't wearing underwear?" I said. She said something but I don't remember what it was. Then I woke up.
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| Ctl+Alt+DELETE! :) |
[06 Mar 2006|02:32pm] |
I've deleted all my posts.
I've decided that I'd like a fresh start.
I've decided that I don't like posting things and then going back and reading them and thinking, "Why the hell did I post that?"
What's worse is that other people can go back and re-read things and think, "Oh my god, this guy is really stupid," based on my posts from the past.
The past is my least favorite of the tenses.
I'd like to focus on the future.
That is why in the future, I've decided that my LiveJournal blog will no longer consist of the following:
* Me blabbering on about my day
* Me blabbering on about my problems
* Me blabbering on.
Haha, "blabbering" is a really funny word after saying it so much.
Anyways, yes.
Here is the key idea:
From now on I am turning my LiveJournal into a DREAMjournal.
I am going to keep a notebook near my bed and write down my dreams whenever I have them.
Then I will type them up and post them here.
Umm.. yeah. That's basically it.
I might even draw pictures.
-gh
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