Well Considering Wilks said we all gotta have 10 journal posts by the 14th of december then I guess this would constitute as a space filler. However while Ive got your attention might as well make this space filler useful.
I never understood the point of online blogs and journals, or just regular paper journals. To write down what your think or feel on a certain day or whatever. To purposefully put your thoughts out loud on paper for other people to read or just for your records...I dont understand. Does it make you feel better or somthing cuz Im just not getting it.
On the other hand I was wondering what is it about maily guys who happen not to care about alot of things...See I was talking with a girl friend of mine and she brought up and interesting point saying that guys can more easily put things aside or rush crap off their shoulders with ease compared with women. And It took a little while but i realized looking at myself and my girlfriend; shes right. Why do women seem to care just a little bit more about things. I mean perfect example...this little kid was runnin in the mall by me and my girlfriend and he falls down, my first reaction was to laugh a bit and hers was "oh poor thing". Why is that...anyone got an answer for me?
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Last English Class
Seems to me as if english class just flew by, kinda sucks considering this class turned out to be my favorite of all of them. Considering when I first entered the class I thought this class was gonna suck out loud, just another class where the students dont make contact with one another and the teacher just talks to you and is mundane. Turns out after the first week this class began to enliven. Turns out wilks was a pretty damn good teacher, the class began to actually talk to eachother, and its now to the point where the entire class knows one another by a first name basis. Its been a great class and the class discussions are great. Theres always been controversy in the class but in a way that we get really into it and there isnt much anger in the room. And thanks to wilks I've actually considered being an english teacher.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
2:14am
Awkward...I havn't been woken up by a dream in a long long time, possibly to much tea before bed. However theres been a weird theme within my past few dreams. As to why this particular one woke me up I dont know. The first dream I can recall was being back in my old highschool. It was desolate and barren but i knew where I was going, I had a destination apparently. When I got to a specific room labeled 4150 I saw my old art teacher...she handed me a large knife or more rather a short sword. For some reason I knew what to do, thus i went outside to the middle courtyard which seems like a meteor had hit, debris and rubble and craters everywhere, bones and bloody skeletons. Next thing I knew there were kids everywhere with weapons killing eachother around me. There was alot of blood dripping and spraying all over the place. I recall whisteling (all my close freinds recognize my whistel) and my old friends all cam rushin each with their own weapon of choice i suppose. None the less it was some sort of war and I was deemed commander of my side (whichever that was).
The dream after that was much stranger, I was into a little town near the city if not the city limits (of which city im not sure) but I was driving with some woman, and in panic speeding all over the roads. Someone was after me I guess. So I dropped this woman off near a ditch and drove the car into the woods behind this restraunt that laid on a ditch next to the main road. I ditched the car and made my way up the ditch to peak at the road. Cop everywhere looking for me. I began to run as they passed further into the distance, I ended up running in this crowd of people and came out in this alley way of tall corporate buildings and parking garages. I turned around and saw men in uniforms pushing through the crowd, they had been following me, who ever they is. I saw 2 women and a man use a key card to get into one of the near by building and rushed for the door before it closed after them. I had made it, I began going up these stairs that transformed from concrete to wooded stairs with dorm rooms for monks in robes...I took a door to my left and strangely it led me outside again but to a dark parking lot. At that time i was calmer b/c I knew i had lost the police. Then a car with a friend of mine pulls up and him and the driver begin riduculing me...I found myself very angry and tossed a rock at the car. The car stops, turns around and parks. They get out holding knives, I look down at my hand and I have a crowbar. They approach me yelling and pissed off, I grasp the crowbar tightly and swing at my friend and the driver no problem, The driver is dead, his face half gone my friend on the floor saying hes sorry...I grab his knife and end his life quikley, I then search his wallet for his ID and take it, The blood from my hands smears accross his picture. I then put it in my pocket and realize theres somthing else in my pocket, ID's smothered in blood, none the less my closest friends' ID's...Thats all I remember.
My final dream that woke me up was quite shorter. Its a cold afternoon, almost dark, grey skies just the way I like them. Im going about normal business, waling in and out of stores buying things and seeing what on display everywhere...Then suddenly in a book store my vision goes blurry and everything seems to vibrate and shake violently. I grab a pole to steady myself thinking theres an earth quake. But there isnt cuz people keep staring at me with funny looks. I shrug it off and continue thinking it was just my contact lenses. But then it begins to happen again, however now i start seeing out of focus words on flat surfaces in bold orange letter. I cant make out what these words say but theyre everywhere. Next I know Im flying down a highway underpass, no car no nothing just going real fast. And all over the stone walls and houses and signs i pass I begin to make out what these blurred words say, everythign is still shaking violently and I read the words out loud...They say "KILL HER" everywhere in grafitti like letter. When I finally say the words "kill her" the shaking stops. And I see myself from a distance standing in a graveyard, none the less one of my favorite places. And knelt before a tombstone in the middle of the night smiling deviously...and with a can of orange paint I write on this tombstone "KILL HER"...and thats where I woke up.
Ive read up on a few dream book etc etc, but none of this seems to make any sense...Im thinking of going to a doctor.
The dream after that was much stranger, I was into a little town near the city if not the city limits (of which city im not sure) but I was driving with some woman, and in panic speeding all over the roads. Someone was after me I guess. So I dropped this woman off near a ditch and drove the car into the woods behind this restraunt that laid on a ditch next to the main road. I ditched the car and made my way up the ditch to peak at the road. Cop everywhere looking for me. I began to run as they passed further into the distance, I ended up running in this crowd of people and came out in this alley way of tall corporate buildings and parking garages. I turned around and saw men in uniforms pushing through the crowd, they had been following me, who ever they is. I saw 2 women and a man use a key card to get into one of the near by building and rushed for the door before it closed after them. I had made it, I began going up these stairs that transformed from concrete to wooded stairs with dorm rooms for monks in robes...I took a door to my left and strangely it led me outside again but to a dark parking lot. At that time i was calmer b/c I knew i had lost the police. Then a car with a friend of mine pulls up and him and the driver begin riduculing me...I found myself very angry and tossed a rock at the car. The car stops, turns around and parks. They get out holding knives, I look down at my hand and I have a crowbar. They approach me yelling and pissed off, I grasp the crowbar tightly and swing at my friend and the driver no problem, The driver is dead, his face half gone my friend on the floor saying hes sorry...I grab his knife and end his life quikley, I then search his wallet for his ID and take it, The blood from my hands smears accross his picture. I then put it in my pocket and realize theres somthing else in my pocket, ID's smothered in blood, none the less my closest friends' ID's...Thats all I remember.
My final dream that woke me up was quite shorter. Its a cold afternoon, almost dark, grey skies just the way I like them. Im going about normal business, waling in and out of stores buying things and seeing what on display everywhere...Then suddenly in a book store my vision goes blurry and everything seems to vibrate and shake violently. I grab a pole to steady myself thinking theres an earth quake. But there isnt cuz people keep staring at me with funny looks. I shrug it off and continue thinking it was just my contact lenses. But then it begins to happen again, however now i start seeing out of focus words on flat surfaces in bold orange letter. I cant make out what these words say but theyre everywhere. Next I know Im flying down a highway underpass, no car no nothing just going real fast. And all over the stone walls and houses and signs i pass I begin to make out what these blurred words say, everythign is still shaking violently and I read the words out loud...They say "KILL HER" everywhere in grafitti like letter. When I finally say the words "kill her" the shaking stops. And I see myself from a distance standing in a graveyard, none the less one of my favorite places. And knelt before a tombstone in the middle of the night smiling deviously...and with a can of orange paint I write on this tombstone "KILL HER"...and thats where I woke up.
Ive read up on a few dream book etc etc, but none of this seems to make any sense...Im thinking of going to a doctor.
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