Car

So I had another one of my dreams. I was in some lecture hall, listening to some rather calculus-y lecture, I suppose. We were sitting on this oddly high seats, painted a glossy white, with staggered legs so that they would fit on the steps of the auditorium. It was an odd lecture, the speaker was a biology professor I had that led a seminar class that I had during last spring, Craig Moritz. And we were handed some worksheets to do on fractals. Even odder was the company I found myself with; Alex was sitting to my left, while some Asian wiseass was sitting to my right making some crack about “kidneys are for kids and pigneys are for pigs” or something. There was some GSI type setting up this absolutely gargantuan Macbook (like, big screen TV sized) on a table to the right of all the seating, setting up some crap to project onto the screen that faced the right (crappily designed room, eh?). And that day I had received a short type-up we did in lecture the day before apparently, that we typed up using our laptops, or if we did not bring our own in, they lent us some normal sized Macbooks. I did very well in the paper…excepting that I forgot to put my name on it, which lost me almost all my points. Somehow I was left with 6 or so points though…and for some reason they were able to deduce that I was the one that sent in the paper. The contents of the paper were odd, I remember reading the name “Gary Gan” on the paper; I don’t know who that is at all.

So Sunday, my dad and I went to take a look at cars in Daly City. Specifically, Toyota cars. Apparently he had looked in the paper and found one that was alright or something. And so that was my first time crossing over the Bay Bridge in ages; I wasn’t aware of why it got shut down for a week or so last week until I was made aware recently crossing the bridge, apparently there is a new s-bend so they could take apart part of the old bridge or something.

There were a lot of Chinese salesmen at the dealership. And apparently, they were doing pretty well; they had moved to their new location a couple years ago and they are pretty much busy most of the time. Really convenient for my dad and such…especially since Colma Bart station was next to the dealership. Which doesn’t make sense. Because it is in Daly City. Really, I think they should start making more sense. >>;

So my dad actually decided to buy this car…it was weird, he started to get somewhat teary-eyed maybe, and I think his voice might have started to break a bit? But yeah, I didn’t talk much, because that was just weird. So he bought a silver Corolla that has a plug for listening to an MP3 player, so I am satisfied. It took longer than I thought it would to get done with the paperwork, but I guess it is apparently a pretty big thing and such. There were a lot of signatures to be had, on long-ass pieces of paper the length of a yardstick, and nearly every single piece of paper had those carbon paper backing so they could have copies. So many signatures, my hands started to shake a bit, since I don’t use cursive at all. It reminded me of SATs, with their many signatures, and that one time we had to copy down a disclaimer in cursive, after years of not having to use cursive at all. My dad, he paid partially in cash (damn), and so I learned that they detect counterfeits by marking with some special pen that would turn black if it was not a real bill. It was a bit disturbing to see that amount of cash though, laid out in a mat, being counted out…weird. They also had to check both our credit scores, which I was not aware I had one, although I guess I would, what with all that borrowing for school…but, yes, now, I have some sort of legal name thingy linked to this car. Even though what with my mediocre driving skills I won’t be driving it or any other car any time soon.

When we left, I saw a kid playing Pokemon on his DS, which was rather marred with stickers of Pokemon. It looked like he was fighting Maylene’s gym. I was smiling inanely at him playing pokemon, so he probably saw me and went “wtf is wrong with this guy, he’s probably a pedo.”

Listnening to: T-Square-Crown and Roses.

bellend

Storm

So last night, I had two dreams. One involved some sort of family party type thing at my house. I remember some small violin my uncle was playing, and one of my cousins talking to me for no reason (she never does in real life, all the better for me). I remember the VCR being used to play recorded That 70’s Show episodes, and the party later being crashed by some tough looking hispanic and black teens (yup I’m a terrible racist here), who were sitting at the table in the living room, something to the effect of being alerted to this party by Facebook.

I had a second dream, of me looking for a class that would be in “Arcadia Hall”,  on the third floor (the classroom number began with a 3, it was a logical thing). I was searching for this building in a place resembling Berkeley (at least had some building resembling the VLSB annex building >>;). I don’t have many dreams set in Berkeley, since I’ve got not much remarkable to make it really stick in my head, I suppose. I remember a short little tune, repeating in my head, over and over again. I actually remembered it when I woke up, but then I had to take a shower and totally forgot the tune. Wouldn’t have mattered anyways, I don’t know how on earth I’d be able to record down the tune, since I am terrible at translating shit that I hear into readable piano notes and the playing by ear type deal >>;. This is what sucks about school though: I wake up, and I don’t have the time to record down what amazing crazy dreams I had the sleep before. I could wake earlier, but since my classes are during the day, it totally fucks with my favored sleeping schedule (ie nocturnal).

Last night’s sleep was…a bit crappy, yeah. I slept around 10 and woke around 7, which is a shit schedule to do for me. I was tired like hell the day before, but not tired enough to go back to a diurnal schedule…of course, gradual adjustment is not my thing, I’d probably be too lazy to adjust it over break. The sleep was rather restless feeling, I felt like I woke up in the middle of my sleep several times, and I woke up around 6:45, sleepy, but awakish. Bleh.

The weather’s been pure crap on a stick recently. Storms, and then later in the day, there was the sun, peeking out, but the black clouds were still about, and there was still rain. The worst of both worlds, the glare of the sun, and the wet shittiness of the rain. When I got out of ochem lecture, it was raining fucktons, and there was thunder. That is some bullshit weather.

I fell asleep in physics lecture. Already, on the first day, my first lecture, and I fall asleep. Terrible precedent I’m setting here, no? There is already calculus as well. Fuck that crap. I was hoping I’d never have to deal with that shit again, but of course. It’s fucking physics. God I hate physics.

On the other hand the ochem professor is a relatively funny little French man. I fear the shit out the class already.

Yep, I should probably get the jump on the homework and such. It would be a good practice. I’ll probably fail at this next week or something. Fuck.

Listening to: T-Square-Your Christmas.

you clods

Rain

I’ve been having loads of dreams in several of my sleep recently, but I’ve not been able to remember too well. One had the vagueness of my dad finding a job as a cook in some office building, working a restaurant decorated like an office (in fact it looked more like an office than a restaurant at all). The other I feel had a race of some sort…

So today, I had to go into Berkeley to get the rest of my books. I really should not have put it off until the last day before school…for one, it would not have been STORMING LIKE FUCK, like when I got to Berkeley. Books are so expensive…the lab class starts off with a completely new book, just released this month, and so there was no option for cheaper used books. And of course, it was written by none other than the damn course coordinator type dude. Bloody ego-inflating bastard.

Coming back in the car, we drove down the streets instead of the freeway, until around the 5th or so Ave. entrance, where we decide to go on the freeway. And there, the car is hit by a veritable TIDAL WAVE of rainwater, as a passing-by truck/van type thing splashed right into this HUGE puddle next to the entryway. Couldn’t see a shit for a short while. This is the highlight of the day! Great, isn’t it? >>;

So tomorrow, class starts. I am not looking forward to this in particular. I have two labs, on consecutive days, but my chem lab causes me to get home around 6, and I have a discussion around 8 the next day, along with the other lab! Brilliant scheduling, done by yours truly. Goddammit, I really should have thought it out clearer…*sigh* I also get to deal with the rain for the rest of the week! This will be great, soaked socks and pants, wet umbrellas, and that feeling of disgust at the soles of my shoes covered in rain and ick. Fucking rain should go fuck itself with a rake. Worst weather ever.

Listening to: T-Square-Love for Spy.

physics lab: drop a ball and see if gravity is working or not. detailed observations please

Davis

I had a rather vague dream last night that felt like it was a dream inside a dream for some reason. It felt like there was much more to the dream then I remember. What I do remember is of me, a father figure of sort, and a sister figure of sorts fishing in the middle of the ocean using oddly brightly colored kites that resembled a fishing rod like . We were on some small isle of grey rock in the middle of the ocean, and it felt like the world I was in was some sort of post-apocalyptic flooded world.

I went to Davis by Amtrak on Saturday. Tickets, from what I hear, were quite pricey, at $44 round trip, but I went early in the day and came back late in the evening, so I spent the whole day there. This I felt was quite worth it, unlike certain other trips by other folks who buy PLANE tickets for a two hour visit to SD and then MISS their flight. You know who I’m talking about. I’m not going to mention this person’s name though, because said person is extremely sensitive about  name being used on the internet despite it being a bloody adjective. The train ride was pretty interesting, it was the first time in memory that I’ve ever ridden on Amtrak, I believe. This time, I’m the one clogging up traffic instead of the other away around! And it does feel quite satisfying! >>;

I was not aware the train went straight down a street “Embarcadero” near Jack London Square. I wonder how the fuck traffic works there, must be some hellish crap.

And then later on the train went over a huge expanse of water of which I have no idea what expanse of water it is. There was a nearby car bridge paralleling the train tracks with signs saying “to Benicia” or something to that effect.

Richard lives pretty damn close to the train station. Would be pretty convenient for him, except he usually has his parents to drive him. I suppose it’s cheaper to do that too. And his room his huge, perhaps even bigger than my room. Then again, it might have been because he’s only really utilizing half of his room, the other half is pretty empty, doubles as Rotaract storage from what I hear. His housemates seem quite nice too. Spent much of the day getting some Pokemon business out of the way, trading, all that crap. We ate at Thai Nakorn for lunch (Thai food, if you haven’t picked up), and I got Pad Thai, which was actually pretty good. I’ve been eating Thai food more frequently nowadays…I suppose it’s all just been most convenient.

Later on we went out for frozen yogurt, which I do believe is the first time I’ve had it. I can’t really discern any difference between it and ice cream beyond the softerness of the frozen yogurt. It was quite delicious though, I got me some chocolate and vanilla and a bunch of gummy sharks. I love gummy sharks, I remember seeing them as a kid in a supermarket in the scoop-it-yourself candy section, and they were so blue, and blue being my favorite color I concluded they were awesome to eat. Sadly, my parents are asian, so it would be a while before I actually got to taste their wonder.

The train ride back went by eventlessly, as it was dark so I had no scenery, so I spent the ride playing Pokemon and reading The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner (hehe), which I borrowed off of Richard.

Listening to: T-Square-Arcadia, from Wave.

phrik king

Knock Knock. WHO THE FUCK IS THERE

So I just woke, and boy do I have a story to tell! And this time it’s in REAL LIFE, unlike my dreams! So I woke up around 12:30 last night, just one of my random awake moments in the night in between my sleeps, and I heard mysterous knocking in the backyard. A series of knocks that sounded like they were coming from the door to the back part of the house, the expansion. Of course, this scared me all kinds of shitless here, since people aren’t supposed to be in the backyard at this time of night, right? I mean, sometimes my uncle who lives in the back stays up that late, yes, but I don’t ever remember him going into the backyard for a smoke that late, nor would he need to be knocking on the door, since there’s no one else in that part of the house to let him in if he had locked himself out, which would be a stupid, stupid thing indeed. I heard the knocking one more time later in the night too. And of course, this just totally shaped the rest of my night in the Land of Nod. That’s right, returning to our previously scheduled programming! >>;

One dream, which I feel was from a while ago, was kayaking or rafting in yellow kayaks or rafts over the SF Bay. And the bay was filled with these kayakers or rafters, and I had me a yellow inflatable raft to paddle along the seriously shrunken bay (I don’t think it is quite that close enough to row a rowboat over, this bay). My parents were there too…yeah. We got our yellow seacraft from a red brick storage house and then we went over to San Francisco in this odd fashion, and then came back in this odd fashion as well. I remember a grey house before leaving San Francisco, next to this house was some stairs to go down to the water and the raft. And this relates to last night’s dream how? Because…

My dream was sort of a continuation of sorts…Once more it involves me crossing the bay, this time in one of those metal steamers that are from dim sum places, except a HUGE ASS version that could seat me in it. And the bottom was filled with holes for the steam to go through, if it were to be used for its proper function as a steamer, but somehow I was able to float on! I can tell this is  a dream because of this unreality in it. >>; So I paddle over the bay with a long stick that seemed to be made of bamboo (I suppose it’s not really paddling anymore, is it?), and then I go down a river, with a crapload of bridges spanning this river. There was one bridge that was much too low (I had to duck), one bridge that had supports way too close to each other (I had to go vertical in my little steamer tray. Yes, that is impossible to do in raft in water without capsizing, but I’m floating on a damn metal tray with holes in the bottom, physics got told to sod off a good long while ago), and then I finally reached the seeming end of my watery journeying, where the river turned into more of an bubbling ornamental flow between two escalators. So I picked up my steamer and went down the escalator, which oddly had a  good amount of people going up on, fighting the flow of the escalator. I somehow end up where Richard is staying and then Vicky is there too, and it is 7:30, and everyone is going to sleep  at that time when I usually go to sleep, and I laugh derisively at this early bedtime, although I go along with it. I do remember telling them about the knocking though, near bedtime.

Have I already given my explanation for all these dreams that I write crappily about? Yes? No? Whatever, the thing is that I believe that I started a blog up for the purposes of recording whatever tickles my fancy, and right now it is my dreams that are tickling my fancy. After all, there’s not much else going on in my simple life apart from QI and Pokemon and Diablo II and all that stuff we all would find boring. I’m sure you find my dreams boring too, but I enjoy my dreams for now, so dreams it is.

Apparently we are supposed to obtain a car in the very near future, and it will be in my name apparently because students getting their first car have some sort of deal thing, from what I hear. I, who knows jack shit about cars beyond that I want one that I can plug my mp3 player into for listening funs, don’t really have a clue what I want beyond the color and good air conditioning and the mp3 player thing. So…realistic suggestions? (I hear those Ferraris are wonderful. I hear they’re also outside my price range by a house or two. I’m really not expecting crap from my phantom audience though.)

One day I’ll come back and watch my shows. *sigh*

Listening to: T-Square-The Autumn of ‘75.

cock and balls, its like a term, it goes together

Sweet Cream Foam

So I just had a dream! And I also just remembered one from a while back! Isn’t this great, I get to regale you all with tales of my dreams, so exciting!

So the dream I dreamt last night involved me in the back of some facility that seemed to be a school of some sort, and I was not allowed to go behind this wall separating me from the facility. I would try to go around the wall, but there was a string attached to my jacket that kept on pulling me back from going behind the wall. It was quite frustrating seeing everyone else being able to traverse freely but me sitting back because I was unable to go ahead. I remember more to this scenario, but that stuff has faded from my mind, sadly. The dream continues on though, and somehow I find myself walking around the block the facility was on, and almost slipping on some foam of sorts into the street, barely evading an incoming car. Apparently I was in front of a Cinnabon store of sorts, and there was a mess of some sort of a sweet cream foam and some cinnamon buns blocking the sidewalk, requiring me to attempt to evade it, which obviously did not end well for me. Apparently there was some crazy free giveaway of cinnamon buns for some reason, accompanied by massive amounts of sweet cream foam, but Cinnabon had closed already (darn). Nearby the Cinnabon shop was other shops, that had been cleared out, apparently to hold massive amounts of cinnamon buns to give away, but they were all empty now, only having messy traces of this foam everywhere.

Elvin was somewhere in this dream too, chilling out with some random girl, but I didn’t see him much at all, except a vague fuzzy bit at the end of my dream. >>;

The dream I remember involved me walking down a street. And this street was like the ones in San Francisco, like they go up hills and shit. The slope of the street got steeper and steeper, until I found myself climbing a sheer white cliff wall and scared shitless by the fact that I was climbing without any supports. I have had dreams like this in the past, going up or down extremely steep streets in a place like San Francisco, and I hate these dreams, since I hate slopes, I tend to fall down them in these dreams. These dreams are probably influenced by the fact that I did fall down carelessly going down a slope on Angel Island once. It was no fun at all, tore a right big hole in my trousers that did. So somehow, I believe I got down from that cliff, and it placed me in some place reminiscent of the trails around Lake Chabot, dirt trails, wooden fences, dried grass, that crap. For some reason I happen upon an old school chum of mine from elementary school days, but he does not recognize me (who would, with this hair >>;), but he asks me for directions to the bathroom. For some reason, I know where the bathroom is, and so I direct him to it. It is near some Chinese restaurant of some sort, apparently. I wait outside for him, and when he comes out I wave at him, and he waves back hesitatingly, looks at me like I’m some weirdo for waiting for him (I suppose some random stranger waiting for you after he’s guided you to the bathroom is weird, yeah?). Apparently, thing about this guy was that he didn’t want to meet anymore new people, as they were a hassle and crap. So I try to entice him with the fact that he knew me from the past, that it wouldn’t technically be “meeting someone new”, right?  Nope, not moved.  I tell him my name, and he’s like “oh yeah…you”, but still isn’t moved. Then the dream ends, or at least I don’t remember any more after that bit. Really, I feel like the roles should be reversed, since I am by no means social enough to be trying to engage people in conversation to try and make them friendly. >>; Hell, I saw the dude in my Calculus 2 class back at Laney, and I was sure that he was a kid I knew from the past, but I made no effort to talk to him. My dreams are totally weird.

Listening to: T-Square-History. Welcome to the Rose Garden is pretty good, yeah?

when the price of assholes just went right up

2010

I see a steep jump in the numbers visting here today, on the New Years. It’s the most I’ve seen in ages. I am going to be presumptuous and assume people wanted to see a list of resolutions or some crap like that. Or I’ve become some small (like micropenis small) time celebrity on the internet, but that is about as likely as me running a marathon.

So, my resolutions? They don’t exist, naturally. Some people put a lot of thought into them, I’ve put about a thimbleful of thought into this. Resolutions are a way to think better of the self, to think that one can improve. New Years is a convenient time to do them as well. But you know what? New Years is the hubris of humans lain bare, a bunch of humans celebrating they know how to add “1″ to an arbitrarily set large number. Some 2010 or so years ago some dude said “let’s take the number ‘1′, then add another ‘1′ to it every 365 days or so! Then we can have another holiday and spend the time fucking animals and vomiting meals! (these are Romans by the way, yeah?)” And so we have huge celebrations to celebrate the fact we’ve managed to attain kindergarten skills in math. Wonderful, isn’t it?

I looked back at each of my New Year’s posts in previous years. They’ve all espoused the same concept that  I am not much of a resolutiony dude. That has not changed, predictably. I am (too prideful for such a thing, as I am already the greatest thing ever, as my name is Gary Li/such a piece of shit that any improvement I make will be the equivalent of adding a little tower of turd to my little fortress of turd – it will only stink more). Pick and choose your choice of reasoning for no resolutions, we’ve been over this before.

Good luck with all your resolutions though, you’ll probably need it.

Listening to: T-Square-Control, from the Casiopea vs The Square concert.

hey gladiator! it is over for yo-ou!

You get to suffer my dreams again

I remember a dream from previous days, where I dove through several tiers of bleachers by jumping off one set, grabbing a bleacher a couple tiers away and then somersaulting over some more using the momentum. It looks like such an awesome maneuver, but it is a pity I can’t contextualize it in the proper dream…

I had an extremely detailed dream of being inside of Walgreens type store, apparently looking for an eyepatch of some sort? And not the sort of eyepatch that a pirate would wear, just a patch of some material to cover the eye but without the string of fabric to hold it on the eye by wrapping around the head, just that patch fabric. Perhaps it would be held up by magic, which apparently wasn’t too far-fetched in that dream, since I apparently had intrinsic telepathy a la Nethack: I could see where minds were, but only when I was blinded, and it didn’t work with just closing my eyes apparently. Although it had a weird twist where I only had to blind one eye…so I picked up some random black-packaged condom and used that as a makeshift eyepatch to look around telepathically. And I walked around and I found Anna and Sylvia in the store too for some reason, as well as Roger. I was then told by a store clerk that the best eyepatches were reserved for those of salutatorian status or higher, or something to that effect, and took us to the crappy eyepatches everyone else could buy: colored fabric shaped like they were meant to cover the knob of a pot lid. I made a statement about how it looked like it wasn’t just to cover the eye but to contain a whole eyeball, and then proceded to the checkout to buy some crappy spiral notebook from the Mead brand, apparently under some “Caliber” sub-brand, with a cover that had the color and texture of the crappy cardboard that most spiral notebooks have  for backs. The cashier tried cracking some jokes apparently, but my deafness decided to kick in EXTRA HARD then and after a couple of minutes going “WHAT I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING” to the cashier she gave up and gestured to the increasingly long line. I paid my bill, and apologized profusely (with all the bowing and shit) and quickly left, and the dream then faded away…

After that dream, it faded into one where I was at home. Serene came over to visit for some reason, and she was using a desktop in my room, facing the wall with the picture bulletin board on it, even though there hasn’t been a desktop in that location for quite a while. And then, out of the blue, the doorbell rings, and Florence is outside there saying hi.  My dreams seem to be filled with people I never ever talk to, eh? She plops down on the couch, and then starts watching TV, and then I ask her if she wanted some water. Before I do however, I notice she already has a bottle, so I go over to Serene and ask if she wants one, which she does, and so I get her a bottle of labeled piss from the garage, which I didn’t even notice until I get back to her and notice the water has a yellowish tinge to it. I am thoroughly disgusted at what the dream generated up for me, throw that bottle away, and get her a bottle of water (Crystal Geyser, if I’m not mistaken), with the weirdest designed top ever, a top that was not a hemisphere but a right cone that  tapered up to an opening the diameter of a pencil. I have some of the most boring, yet weirdly surreal dreams…

After this, I dreamt about playing as a female version of Venom from Guilty Gear XX, the one with the pool cue. It was rather vague dream, I remember fighting someone inside my living room with a pool cue bent at the tip and summoning cue balls rather further away from her than Venom would ingame.

You’re all tired of my dreams, I’m sure, but I’m not exactly going out too much to be doing too much things of interest. The last two days I’ve been waking up around 5pm and sleeping around 5am, so I’ve gone nocturnal again. I’m pretty sure I’ve slept the opposite side as well, from 5pm to 5am sleep…man my sleep is crazy.

Listening to: Spinal Tap-Big Bottom.

[20:43:07 is the time] gtew234: had sex on accident >>;
[20:43:12 is the time] harukaxin: yup
[20:43:17 is the time] gtew234: “WHOOPS MY DICK FELL INTO YOUR PUSSY”
[20:43:28 is the time] gtew234: “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DID NOT MEAN TO EJACULATE THERE”

Perhaps a sign i still fear the tardiness?

Recently, I had a dream about being in De Mers’ class again, except this was for something to the effect of senior English…maybe AP English. Of course, there was the discrepancy that I apparently knew Duffey as well, which was weird. Her classroom had been moved to second floor, somewhat above her old classroom, yet it looked just like the old one in colors and such. The big thing about this dream I remember was coming in late to her class with several other students. These students were people that I knew of from high school, but never really knew in person and didn’t seem like the AP sort. So we waited outside for a little while for some reason, I think it was for waiting for the teacher to let us in, like I remember Collamer doing for late people, wait outside until he let you in for lateness. Yet there was a certain apprehension among us, we did not want to go in for fear of De Mers. We just went in anyways, and were subject to a tirade from her, along  the lines of being unfit for honors/AP type students (really, she was acting more like Collamer than herself in the dream). I sat down in one of those old desk-chair things  that had “I” shaped bases, and it would not stop teetering to the sides, as if the base was missing two of the stud-type things that usually touch the ground. The more it rocked, the more I wanted it to stop, and the more I could not stop, and all the while De Mers was still haranguing on about our tardiness, until I woke. The dream was on the disconcerting side, since I prefer not to be yelled at by teachers, it’s not really one of my pastimes.

I feel like I had a cooler dream last sleep, but I forgot it. What a pity.

I was feeling the urge to play the original Jazz Jackrabbit again. I couldn’t find it. T_T Home of the Underdogs has been down for some time, and I don’t they’ll be returning with the full force they once had…*sigh*. R.I.P., HOTU. That place provided me a crapload of old, but extremely good games, and now it’s gone…it’s going to be a hell of a lot harder to find those games now. Such a pity…

Listening to: Daisuke Ishiwatari-Blood Pain (Mirror Match), from BlazBlue. I’m going to get my hands on the game one day, I’ll swear to that…

laugh him to death

SNAP

Dammit, I had like three dreams or something yesterday! And I totally forgot to record them here. Shitsux.

Last night though, I had a rather creepy one though! So for some reason my perspective in the dream was that of the lead saxophonist Takeshi Itoh of T-Square, and we were doing a show on a rather cramped set reminscent of a room in a house, except with a pillar of sorts in it. So the guitarist, he disappeared backstage for a while, and then he reappeared, all dressed up in leather, the sort of leather you’d see constituting leather pants. In fact it seemed like he was all covered in leather rather haphazardly. Sort of transmogrified into a leather demon of sorts. I feel like he started to use a blade to cut into another of the band member’s back slowly, I feel it was for the implantation of leather demon larvae to change another person, so I decided to pull a blade out of nowhere and cut the demon with it. This blade, its construction was absurd to say the least, golden in sheen and the “tip” was designed to look somewhat like a flame, with multiple tips that did not look all that durable or sensible. The middle of the dream somewhat fades out, but most vividly about the dream was the end of it. I started to feel a stiffening in my neck, neck began to bend to the left slowly, against my will, and there  started to be a pain in the right of my neck. I tried to rush for the exit to the place, with one thought going through my mind : “Hey, what’s that title to that song again? Oh, right, ‘SNAP!’” And then I believe my neck snapped, but I woke up. My neck did feel a little suspect in the snapping spot at the moment when I woke…

I also remember snippets of a dream involving me and Serene going to random museum-zoo hybrid thing, apparently to go see a show involving monkeys. Apparently we went too late and the next show was tomorrow, so she bought herself a ticket for that show while I felt like it was ridiculously expensive and I did not want to go again tomorrow.  Really, I could see this happening in real life, maybe not the monkey show thing, but the situation in general.

So my birthday just passed a couple days ago. The cake was delicious. Sadly, I fell asleep before I could eat it on my birthday because I was just nine kinds of tired right there, so I ended up eating the day after. It was still very good tasting though. I spent most my birthday visiting the school (exciting, I know). Richard was there, and we watched Duffey’s talent show and then visited Del (he remembers me as “the kid he didn’t teach). Afterwards, we rushed to Quiznos, because I was in the mood, and had been remembering fondly the Chicken Carbonara sandwich. It is so so so very expensive however, as good as it tastes, and as much as I want it again, and would not mind another one, the place is just so very expensive. I don’t really see why Quiznos is so much more expensive than Subway, they don’t really do anything to merit it (what, we toast our sandwiches? Everyone else does too nowadays). They do have some tasty sandwiches though, I can’t argue with that…

We were supposed to go to Doan’s afterschool, but we couldn’t make it because we had to let his sister in from getting back from school. She came rather late, but oh well. Things happen.

So I’ve got a couple weeks of break coming up that I’m sure will be gone in blink of eye, but I sure would like to do something over break. Perhaps go somewhere I’ve never really gone before. Like, I don’t know, Millbrae (yes my horizons are quite small). I don’t know shit about the place, except the BART station area looked pretty impressive to me, from what little I remember. Chances are though nothing will happen, because that’s how it goes.

Listening to: N.EX.T.-Vortex Infinitum (Robo-Ky’s Theme).

your concept, it is brilliant