pack pack pack

Bah, I am frustrated.  I am packing away and suddenly I run out of boxes.  Infuriating.  I still have an entire wall of books to pack, let alone the random personal items I have still lying around.  I think I will get more boxes from our downstairs storage and fill those up.  I don't like to have to be stopped in the middle of something like this because I know that it will be a long time before I am up to packing again.  So, hopefully, tonight I can get a chance to pack more.  Hopefully...

odd randomosity

Yup, another one.  This one was *very* odd.  Much I can't remember, so bear with the choppy description.  The earliest thing I remember was getting the keys to my mum's car while we were in a rather empty parking lot at night and going to get the car.  So I was drving but very poorly, I even messed up and went up onto a small hill, but that kind that separates different parts of a parking lot, not a real natural one.  From there it seemed that we were in a sort of amusement park because things around the road seemed to be off that sort of look.  And because there were go-carts in one section, that the road almost intercepted.  Then there was one attraction that had a mascot, like some animal, and I remembered that I was going to buy a stuffed one or something, but I didn't.  The thinking was that the mascot would be a funny but useful gift to my highschool, which is odd in itself.  From there, we left the "park".  Then there's a blank spot I can't remember, but somehow I ended up *at* this highschool, except it was this new year, and I was apparently going (which makes no sense as I just graduated) along with one of my close friends.  The next remembrance was being in the main building of this school and everyone was watching a bunch of clips from movies, although I have no idea why.  And then there was one clip that was supposed to be My Fair Lady but wasn't at all (you know how in dreams things are whatever you mind tells you they are, regardless of what they are).  For some reason I was pointing out to my friend that it was a hilarious movie, basically that the clip we were watching did it no justice, the main character couldn't talk, it was great, really funny, etc. all of which is completely wrong, but again, whatever your brain says is reality in dreams, is.  Well, anyway.  After these movie clips we began to walk to the dorms.  I should have noticed but I passed up girls on the way to what was the guy's dorm, which obviously isn't normal.  Upon reaching the dorm, it was, as usual locked, and a group of guys hung out outside the doors, waiting for them to be unlocked (this is all normal custom at this highschool haha).  Anyway, one of my friends here looked like he had been in jail or something as his hair was shaved down to almost nothing (although he had very short hair normally) and at first he was handcuffed.  Of course, nothing stays one way in dreams, and he, very naturally, wasn't handcuffed the next second or so.  We talked like old friends and he showed me a pellet gun he had that was very small, everyone near was raving about it.  Of course, he wasn't supposed to have something like this, and it was being put away very slickly every once in awhile to keep it from the eyes of someone important, not sure who it was supposed to be.  Then a woman came to the door from the inside, who everyone called "Mr." something, which made no sense to me.  They treated her like they knew her already, and I think part of it was that they did, like they had prior experience with her.  Then she said something like, "Time to go in," and I was concerned because it seemed like not everyone was there yet, there seemed to only be like 20 kids there, girls and boys.  Which turned out to be everyone, in fact.  Then we went inside I think, but wherever we ended up it wasn't really the dorm (again, one of those dream things).  We were in a classroom, but first we were lining up for something, and I ran back with one of my friends to the end of the line.  After the line, some girl I don't know accused me of calling her "Belle"  or "Bell", (I know!  So odd!!) which I didn't remember, but she assured me was true, so I apologized, but I don't think she was satisfied.  Then we went over to the actual classroom and I found a widely distributed publication from the religion that this school was based under (SotT for those who wonder) on the desks, as if they were going to be used as textbooks.  Then we began to watch a movie, that was one of those corny films, that I can't really describe well right now.  Religious in nature, but a sentimental religious type film.  It's hard to describe, one has to have seen these things to understand what I mean.  I was attempting to joke with someone about the movie's crappiness but everyone seemed to like the movie perfectly fine, or just not mind it. 
That's pretty much all I can remember.
bloody dreams, make no sense

Fiercly Battled

Alas, I fall.
I speak to thee with the tongue like
the bird chirps with the beak.  But
the bird can harmonize in such
melodious tones that human chords
are not able to produce.  I am
reduced to mutterings and groans
for my speech, coupled with clicks
and ticks of the teeth and tongue,
meeting eachother as swords: for
what is our tongue but a sword?
We use it to cut, shear, and tear
people down.  And I fall, I put down
my sword, I give up the fight, I
cease to evade my foe's attacks
and feel the burn of steel whipping
through my skin.  Death knocks at
my door and I let him enter.

Carry On

    I dry my eyes and fight the lies that carry lives into demise
    stand up and carry those who fall and tear down walls and love them all
    embrace the darkness, lonliness and guilt and shame and fear of this
    pick up the blame and wear it proudly on my shirt as proof of pain
    sleep nights of tears and days of fears and turn the gears
    and turn the gears

links!

No, not the thing one eats for breakfast...
WEBPAGE LINKS!
yay!  Well, I added a ton of links today.  Hopefully none of the sites don't want me to.  But I'm sure that if I'm not supposed to link to them then they'll tell me.  Well, have fun checking out my favorite webcomics and some of my favorite bands!  I'll post something else cool later.
Wow, a cool post?  That would be a first....

Spector

    Numbers take up all my space,
    all the space within my mind.
    And all else shall take it's place
    at the proper time.
  
    But everytime it hones in view
    I lose my current focus.
    Forgetting all the things I knew,
    pushed out of my solace.
  
    Words can take up all the space,
    some which are not mine.
    Even though it seems a waste,
    a waste of precious time.
  
    But when I see it coming near
    my words all seem to hide,
    all the words I hold so dear,
    when it hits my eyes.
  
    Music swallows up my soul,
    puts me in another time,
    leaves me with an empty hole;
    I've lost something of mine.

    But then I see it once again,
    it swallows up my sight.
    I go completely blind and then
    I cannot find the light!

random strangeness

This one I have barely any recolection of.
I remember I was climbing on roofs (or is that rooves?  haha)  and there was a rope that I had to climb.  That's pretty much all of the first one.
But then I went back to sleep and I can remember a little more of this one.  I was at some kind of museum.  But thre were lots of doors.  For some reason I had to open them to find the way out.  It was a maze, in other words.  I was with somebody who I don't remember now.  We had apparently gotten separated from our group, which I think was my old high school but I'm not sure.  Anyway, one of these doors led to the exit, we knew, but which one it was, we didn't.  It was getting kind of desperate because we knew that the group would be leaving soon but we couldn't find the way out.  At some point my friend ran off because they seemed to know where they were going and I was using some sort of electronic device to record which ways they were taking (it was very weird) but they got too fast for me to keep up with entering the data so I lost track of them.  So then I was stuck on my own in this maze and I couldn't find my way out.  I think I woke up after that but I can't remember any more of it anyway.
bloody dreams, make no sense

creepy.....

I just looked at the time (haha) I posted the two previous posts.  EXACTLY (at least according to the website) 12 hours difference.  Neato!

time to shut up

Time is an odd thing.  How do we know what time it is?  There is no moment, we can not say that we are actually *at* 9:05 and 37 seconds, because a second is longer than a moment.  We would have to carry the decimal out but that can go on forever and never reach a place where we can say without a shadow of a doubt that it is the moment's time.  So in reality, there is no actual moment in time, because our measurements are *spans* of time.  Like points in geometry.  They don't really exist.  They are all in theory.  Well, that's all interesting but it's confusing me.  What I can say for sure is that we can never see the present.  We live in the past.  Is it because the present doesn't exist?  Think a moment.  Count five seconds and then snap your fingers at the fifth second.  Well, you probably ignored counting zero and counted to four in reality, so you're already off time.  Also, you didn't count accurately, I'm sure so you're off again.  But you used a clock lets say.  OK, so your count was within a certain degree of accuracy, although even clocks are off.  Let's ignore this and pretend they aren't.  So you have a perfect counting mechanism now sitting by you that has counted 5 real seconds and then you snap your fingers.  Sucess?  No, again.  First, the light from the clock's hand or LCD or whatever it is takes a certain, negligable but there, amount of time to reach your eyes.  Then your brain takes a certain amount of time to make sense of the light bouncing off your retina.  Time is taken to translate this into electrical signals and time is taken to move these signals from your eyes to your brain and then tie is taken to make sense of the signals.  Even further time is taken to set off the right neural sparks to make you realise that the "time" has arrived.  And *then*, time is taken for you to think, "Oh, snap fingers now!"  Then even more time is taken to send this signal to your fingers and even more time to actually make the fingers do it.  By the time this has all happened, you are surely innacurate.  Simply the fact that light takes time to move, regardless of how short that span of time is, is proof that we have no knowledge of the present.  We can surely feel very close but, never actually be in it.  Our minds and our conciousness exists in the past.  Odd thought isn't it?  Rather strange isn't it that we live purely in history.  Makes you realize how important that class is now, eh?  Ha ha.
That's all from me about such confusing things.  I still don't know if I believe that there even is a present but I know that regardless, we don't have the capability to know it.

Dvorak

*Dances retartedly*
blah la la de da, I don't really want to post
music is good
Slavonic Dances op. 46
*happy dance of slavonic dance music by Dvořák*
Theres a happy dance for everything.  Someone once told me this, so I pass the knowledge on to you.  Remember it well!

prize!

ooo!
TWO poems for the price of one!
Be happy folks!

Chill

    It's only the wind, dear, wailing outside.
    I'm still right here, dear, open your eyes.
    I'm holding you tight,
    I know it caused a fright.
    It's only the wind dear, lets both say goodnight.

Move!

    People I would like to meet
    Standing there across the street
    But the fear of being hit
    By passing cars will not permit
    Me to awake and walk across
    Oh such a pain at such a loss

"Futures" of classical music: long two-part songs?

I'm listening to classical music!  Be proud!
Actually, it's not an oddity for me to listen to classical music because I don't liike it or am one of those terrible people who find it "boring" *shudder*  Oh no, I love classical music, in fact, I've been listening to it for much longer than rock and that such.  I grew up with classical, the first "rock" album I owned was The New Radicals and I *didn't* get it when it came out, I got it in 2002.  I have only been listening to rock and such since then.  Before that, all I had was classical.  So, don't think it is odd that I'm listening to classical at the moment because "I don't like it" because it's not true!!!   *grrrr*
...ok anyway, what's odd about it is that *since* that moment in 2002, I haven't really given classical the time of day.  But now I decided I'd bring out the old stuff and reminisce.
Bah, not really, but it is good to hear this stuff again.  Classical is, of course, the predecessor of all modern music anyway, so it has to be good in that sense.
Oh, speaking of music....
JIMMY EAT WORLD is coming out with another CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and the audio clip on the site made me squirm and writhe with sheer extacy.
go now!!!!  www.jimmyeatworld.com
It's set for October 19th and I just can't wait.
Oh, yes, they are one of my favorite bands.  I think Clarity (the album) is probably my favorite *cd* of all.  I can listen to it straight through, love it, and feel like I've listened to one song, but one good song, that has many themes.  I was reading in SPIN today an article by Chuck Klosterman called "Two Times Dope" and subtitled (I think) "Bring back incredibly awesome long-ass two-part songs.  In it Klosterman complains that songs today tend on the short side, and lacking are the long, many parted songs like "Layla" or "Bohemian Rhapsody".  I would say then, listen to Clarity.  The entire album is one song in my opinion, or at least the first 6 tracks, if one doesn't think it possible.  If you don't like that either then "Just Watch The Fireworks" and "Goodbye Sky Harbor" are both long enough to qualify, and the second one has two parts at least.  The first being roughly 3 minutes and the second beng about 14 or so.  And "Just Watch The Fireworks" is 8 mins at least as well.  So, that's a start neh?
p.s. I don't actually dissagree with Klosterman on this.  I think it would be very cool to hear bands make more classical configured songs.

Compdoms

Bah Humbug!  I just had to restore my computer's system files.  It irks me to some degree because I bought Norton Internet Security but it wouldn't run on my computer without causing memory loss and slowing everything down.  So what am I supposed to do for protection?  What if my computer wants to have sex with another computer?  Or worse!  What if my computer gets raped??  I have no condoms for it!  I already decided that that brothel Kazaa was no good unless I had a decent virus protection program but I don't think I'll be ever to use it now.  Bah humbug.  Bah bah (black sheep, have you any wool?)
.....
I just realized my site's name sounds like some sort of pointless advertisement...
pathetic, thats what comes of having to rush into a title

Crazy Japanese Omeletes! wait......

The Pillows have got to be one of the greatest bands ever.
http://pillows.gr.jp/ (warning: if you don't know Japanese most of this site will be pointless scribbles to you)
I don't know Japanese either though so don't worry.  It's their home page though so you can see their discography and such.  If you want to hear them you'd have to download tracks off the net (kazaa or some goodness like that) or order the cds or something.  Don't buy the FLCL soundtrack though!  It's not the real songs.  The FLCL soundtrack is made up of shortned, lyricless versions of their songs, which is pure evil.
Oh, but *do* go and watch FLCL.  It's a crazy anime involving a girl on a vespa weilding a bass guitar, a kid with large mechanical things in his head, and an ear-fetished high school girl who likes fire.  Don't let the crazy plot throw you off from the sheer joy induced by watching such insane coolness.
Well anyway, today was rather uneventful, but at least I got outside and did somethings.  I went to the post office then ate at some restaurant that I have walked by hundreds of times but just never thought of.  I had swiss cheese and broccolli omelete, though cheddar is better by far in an omelete.
Um....that was absolutely pointless dribble....pardon me.

falling panties

Today my mum and I were sitting out on the balcony eating oven toasted bread slices with tomatoe and goat cheese crumbles when we heard a bang.
Oh, first I must tell you what happened when we came home.  I live in a condominium.  It's rather tall, there's eight stories.  Coming into our driveway to go into the underground parking garage we see a bra and boxers on the ground next to this car.  It looked to me like a couple had gotten a little too exited and accidentaly threw their underwear off the building in the heat of passion or some crap like that.
However, what transpired proved me wrong. 
So we heard this bang.  Looking down it proved to be a rock.  Looking up sees another rock thrown by a little hand off the sixth floor.  After a couple more rocks and a car getting hit twice my mum called the cops.  Poor kid, though the cops never showed up.....his mum apparently found out what was going on because a little while later him and his mum were outside picking everything up, and she was pissed.

curse lifted...?

Remember what I said yesterday night about the "Saturday night curse"?  Well apparently it didn't happen *this* Saturday night, though I swear it happens often enough to make me think.

Evil

    Hear no evil, speak no evil,
    feel no evil, reap no evil.
    Write no evil, don't you dare!
    Don't write evil anywhere!
    Evil's like an unsafe whore
    who constantly gives birth to spores
    that go inside your lungs and nest.
    You cough and hack and get no rest.
    So see no evil, close your eyes, 
    cover your ears, don't hear the cries.

cars, pedophiles, and good friends

Well, I got back from a car show just now.  Well actually, right now it's about an hour after because I got sidetracked talking to one of my friends online.  Interesting conversation about music and Europe and everything.  Always fun to be able to talk about real things for once with REAL opinions.  *sniff* I was holding out hope that it was possible, haha.  Well, anyway, it was a fine outting I suppose.  I don't really like cars in any special way.  I have a Ford Tempo, and I'm perfectly satisfied with it.  Well, except it doesn't have a cd player.  That might kill it eventually.  But I digress.  Sorry, again I have been waylaid by this friend.  I haven't had decent conversation in a long time.  I haven't actually been able to talk about real things for awhile either.  So, it's a nice change.  Ok, sorry, I just took another break.  I think I am going to screw what this thread was really about.  Hey, if or when you read this, I just want to say that it's much fun being purposefully annoying with my opinions and hashing things out and actually thinking for once.  Thanks for bothering to listen.  I'm talking to a specific person here who hopefully gets that I'm talking about them, not all of my readers (yeah, all ten of them.  No, I'm kidding.  That's way too generous of a number.  I'm sure it's less than that)
Well anyway, shes gone now so I can actually finish this post, and only a mere two hours after I started!  Yay!
So I was at the car show basically meeting up with one of my mum's freinds who's older, like he was in his teens in the 50s, I think.  It wasn't bad, though my foot acted up for some reason.  I hope it doesnt rain because I don't want to be one of those old people on the porch predicting weather.  Although I don't think there's much hope otherwise with a broken foot.  I got Irish Breakfast tea.  It wasn't really that bad, it just tasted like a generic black tea, I couln't really tell what made it too different from English Breakfast.  Of course, I didn't actually get too good of a taste of it because it was scalding hot, and heat seems to be able to steal taste away somehow.  I had to put cream and sugar in it to cool it off.  It tasted quite good then but that probably was the cream and sugar, so, like I said, I can't really comment on it's flavor.
One somewhat distrubing thing happened.  One of this older friend of my mum and me's friends was there at the show.  Well, actually, it was someone that he met at car shows and such, so he didn't really know him past that.  Apparently, some little girls accused him of taking pictures of them.  The police confiscated his film and took him name and everything.  I can't comment on whether he was innocent or not because I obviously don't know.  I can't really take his word for it, can I?  His word was not guilty (even though thats a phrase...).  He claimed he had been taking pictures of cars, which one would be prone to do at a car show...  I think I could see where confusion might come into play.  The place was almost teeming with children.  Practicaly everywhere you looked there would be a child of some sort.  So, either this guy knew this, was a pedophile, and took advantage of it, or just happened to be caught up in a set of bad coincidences.  I can't really dispute either one.  But can you imagine being innocent and in his position?  There's not much to help him because, of what I mentioned earlier, even if the developed photos were of cars, there might be children featured in them.  It gets really hard to decide either way from there I would think.  I bet his character ends up being what he gets judged on.  That's why I would be scared.  Because my life would be in the hands of 12 random people who don't know me and who are basing their decision not on fact but on what they think of me.
I can't think of how to end this post.
Meh, I think I'll post a poem or something...

more random stuff

Again, I don't remember all of it, as usual.  I had to talk with certain people who were in little village like homes, that were in large feilds.  There was a baseball diamond that I remember coming across now.  It was huge, not the diamond itself, that was normal sized, but the building that surrounded it.  It was almost like a stadium but smaller.  For some reason I walked straight through the game, right past home plate, and on through into the building that was around it.  Inside it was like a maze of poorly-lit hallways.  On the way out I heard two people talking, "...and then she said she wanted to see the cane.  In eighth grade!  I know!"  which I took to be a guy talking about a girl who was talking about a dick.  I don't remember any of the people who I had to meet, but I remember that one of them died, or something was happening to them...oh! someone had been captured and I had to find them and get them.  But when they were being captured they had asked me to go and enlist help from certain people.  I remember that one of the people I needed something from was very skeptical, as well as everyone else in the place I found him.  Oh, it was a babershop, and there were old ladies getting their hair done who thought I was insane.  Somehow I managed to convince him he needed to help me.  So then he joined me.  Oh, the way I had been traveling at this point was by this flying creature, almost like one of the "flyers" from www.alpha-shade.com except not blue, more brownish.  I would call it and it would come down and grab me, then flip me up on it's back and I would ride it to my next destination.  Now, with the barbershop guy, it had trouble carrying both of us.  Somehow we were in a city resembling Boston, and while in the middle of the road I tired to call the creature to pick us up.  Someone else told us, "It won't go that low"  and sure enough it wouldn't pick us up.  I was rather annoyed, as part of the reason I wanted it to pick us up in the road was to have a cool effect, and to freak out the people in the cars.  Then we ended up on a different street.  The street came out of another dream I had, which I can't remember but I know I had before.  The street was narrow, with only room enough for four cars, two moving in oppositte and parking lanes.  There were quite a few people walking up and down the slight slope.  The buildings on either side were maybe 3 stories tall, brick, had round windows with old glass: they looked like old New England buildings that you might find in some street there.  Hanging off these buildings were some signs.  Off the one on the left there was a rectangle, the edges were gold, very ornate, which made up the sides of a "window".  At the bottom of this "window" was a couch, made of gold.  Then through the "window" was a backyard park of sorts, with a tree and a pond.  All of that, of course, was for the most part 2D, but it was meant to be a trick of perspective.  I remembered this sign as one of the steps in a path.  Some verse of text or something denoted a "golden window" that I remembered then.  The old dream had me following symbols of this verse until this street, where the golden window was one sign and then from the building on the left, the upper floors, I could slide on a rope to the other building's upper floor, through a small round window of old, thick, foggy glass.  In the right building's closed off upper floor was a small library of old books.  Well, anyway.  In *this* dream I only recognized that this was the same street and made a few comments on it.  There wasn't anything else that happened that I can recall. 
The dream felt like a video game.  What I mean is that I didnt feel like when I did things that I was doing them, it felt more like I was giving a command that had an expected response.  Like when I would want to fly the creature, I would call out for it, as it would be flying above me usually.  Then it would come down and grab me with its claws and throw me on it's back.  The call didn't feel like i was actually yelling, it felt more like I had hit the "Y" button, understand?  Things seemed to feel like that.  Now that I think about it more, I think the guy who was captured was a shaman like guy, but more like the shamans from Outcast (http://www.outcast-thegame.com/gallery/gallery.htm and go to picture 8 of Okasankaar).  I remember the room he was captured in was a huge cathedral and that I flew out of one of the upper windows with the flying creature, which I think was the first time I used it.  I remember distincly explaining the entire situation to the barbershop guy but I can't remember what the situation was...arg.  Oh well, thats all I can remember now.
bloody dreams, make no sense

very strange

This morning I woke up at 6:33 am.  This is rarely normal for me ever, but that's not the weird part.  The first thing I heard was a distinctive "psst".  No one was there.

Love

    To see you smile,
    My heart does lift.
    To see it fade,
    my soul dies with.
    your joy is my joy,
    your pain, my pain.
    Any problems you have
    name me as the blame.
    I'll make them a burden
    to me as you rise,
    just so I can see
    that glint in your eyes.

Happy Sabbath everyone

Tomorrow I can expect relaxation and thought and calmness.  And then as soon as the sun goes down I expect hell to break loose.  I have discovered a phenomenon I call the "Saturday night curse".  It seems that the devil waits through the day of rest and then as soon as its over, gives me some sort of terrible blow.  It's almost like his custom, "Welcome back to the grind, shit."
Ah well, as of now I have a dreadful headache so I'm off to attempt to sleep.  Like I said before, Happy Sabbath, and God bless.  Have a good day tomorrow.

shower drain

i'm supposed to get up and get dressed and showered today.  My mum wants me up to go to the bookstore.
Somethings just drain the spirit and energy out of you.
Like a dying man....
a dying relationship....
.....a dying hope....

That's not exactly how it works, my friend.

    I don't know what to think.
    I only sit and blink.
    Light flashes in my eyes
    accomp'nying my constant sighs.
    This life is overrated.
    S'not that fun being jaded.
    I'm such a selfish bastard.
    How can I speak one true word
    when all I say is pure lies?
    It flashes there in my eyes
    and tries to drown out the sighs,
    make me think it's all ok,
    make me think it will just fade
    and everything will work out in the end
well...

*shiver*

What is it about fear that compells me?  I can't stand being afraid, I can barely move sometimes from fear.  And yet whenever I see something scary it intrigues me.  I can't stop watching it, reading it, or looking at it, whatever.  For some reason I am inexpressibly drawn to it and at the same time repulsed.  I really want to see Ringu.  In fact, if I had it right now, I would watch it and scare the living daylights out of me and not move from my bed for the rest of the day.
....
You know the more I think about it, this phenomenon can be applied to girls without much change in emotion haha.
Meh, whatever.  I'll compromise and listen to Saves the Day.

whoring

    Call me what you will
    I'll sit and listen still
    Treat me as you might
    I won't put up a fight
    Hold me in the night
    I'll scream with sheer delight
    Leave me in the dawn
    my everything is gone
 

*random stuff I can't remember*

So, I'm walking down a street with my usual load of stuff in my pockets; PDA, cell phone, camera, wallet, keys, pens, etc.  I know the street actually, it's the one that follows the el tracks on the south side until it runs into the last stop.  It's night.  I'm literally walking in the street itself, and up ahead of me are a couple people with ski masks on and holding knives I think (can't remember).  Someone calls out to me to go the other way or to get off the street, basically to avoid what I walk into anyway.  These two guys then jump me and push me to the ground, yelling random things.  I know what they want and so say rather frightened, "Look, look here, a cell phone."  They don't want that.  But the PDA, camera, and wallet all peak their interest.  As I am being accosted like this I find that cars are driving by us rather close on either side.  So I suggest to these muggers that we move to the either side of the street, as to avoid being hit.  Eventually they agree and we move to one side.  At this point their masks have come off for whatever reason.  I am stood up and we move to the side of the road by some brick building that doesn't exist.  One of these guys looks a lot like a slightly older Onii-Chan from www.tsunamichannel.com.  He apparently recognizes me and brings up my most recent ex-girlfriend.  Apparently he was with her first but left the school a little while before I came to the school.  So now we have something to relate to, I say, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, she left me too"  And we seemingly gain a commradery.  Eventually we walk to a subway station with an escalator headed down into the sidewalk.  The Onii-Chan look-alike gives me back my things saying something to the effect that him and his squad could never take things from me.  They head down the escalator and I say that I will go the other direction and then suddenly a korean girl I know walks onto the escalator and says hello.  Then I wake up.
bloody dreams, make no sense

musica

Well, I'm sitting here, only a few minutes after I created a place for me to vent to no end.  Waiting for someone I know to come on MSN so I can chat.  But it seems like whenever I chat, it's meaningless.  No one seems to actually want to talk these days.  It's almost like we are so illusioned by TV and media and such that all we do is make small talk.  I haven't had a real conversation in a long time.  I wonder if they even exist anymore.  And then of course the fact that I'm waiting to have one on the net doesnt help because we all know that the internet chatting isn't really social activity.  It only pretends to be, it's an illusion.  So I have no hope of diminishing my boredom.  So I put on The Vines. 
"gotta get outtathaway aint no time for me ta say everyone in the world dont affect you"
Now come on.  Now come on.  Now come on.  Now come on.

dawn of a new man

    lay in opened earth
    rise to morning light
    let it burn the hearth
    warm you through the night
    nowhere is there mirth
    but laugh at it in spite
    maybe youll give birth
    and give a new one sight

hmm.....

Well, this is my first post.  This is my first blog too actually.  I'm not sure just how interesting this will end up for me but I think I might use it some of the time.  Pictures, poems, etc.  Who knows?  Well I'm sure this is a very boring post, but I'm still just seeing what I can do with this thing.  So, until I've gotten the kinks worked out of understanding this, I'll see about making it actually interesting haha.  Until then