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”

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

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

I had a dream about fire this morning. It was not in particular a good dream. So I was in the kitchen sitting with my mum and some stranger woman that I don’t remember much about from the dream, for some reason in the dark. All of a sudden I began to smell burning, and then I saw a reddish glow behind the stove. This is unrealistic, considering that the stove has its back to the wall, and the counters behind it are fused to it, but there it was, a reddish glow, and an unnatural heat. And for some reason there seemed to be small fires springing up on cloths placed illogically on the counters, and so I realized that  there was a fire there. It didn’t make any sense for there to be fire there though, but I told my mum to get a fire extinguisher and such while I called “nine-eleven” (I’d usually say nine-one-one though…I have no clue who would call it nine-eleven, perhaps I should start doing that). I don’t feel like I successfully conveyed the information to the dispatch though…

So I realized my computer was in my room in an area directly behind the stove (well, not actually, it’s a bit off now that I think about it, but it’s in that area), so I panic and rush to my room to move my computer. Oddly my old desktop was still in its old cubby hole position, so I was rushing to rip out all the wires to try and save the computer. Lots of sparking involved already, for some reason the fire had burned through the wall already at the bottom. My laptop was not explicitly in its normal position on my desk, but it was in my mind that I had to also go and save my laptop.

Then my dream ended as I got out of the dream going “damn, my computers are not in a safe position”. Yet I’ll probably be too lazy to reorder my room. *sigh*

Listening to: Bond-Duel (Hectic Mix).

i would not mind

Oh, man, my mum just ripped the top off of a live crab. And it was squirming all the while. And then its guts were all exposed to open air. And I sort of felt sorry for it…and then I realized that I don’t even care to eat crab since I’m too lazy to crack it all open and shit, so that is fine. Not to mention I was laughing all the while! But other seafoods are awesome! I love me some catfishes and shrimps and scallops and mussels and squid and octopus and so on and so forth…

Yay seafood!

In other news, Serene came out of nowhere and visited me at home today. I was not expecting to see anyone today. And so she spent most of the time here failing at Guitar Hero, naturally.

And tomorrow we are going to Japantown for awesome Japanese food! I am excited for the prospect of good Japanese food.

I have also been yearning for some Quiznos type food right now. I remember that Chicken Carbonara sandwich I got near the end of summer…it was most Delicious.

My god, my gluttony is going insane right now.

Listening to: Kenji Kawai-The Treacherous Witch. This is from the Fate/Stay Night anime OST.

rakes are like the quintessential sex tool

I had a bit of a creepy dream last night, involving spiders and bugs and such. More explicitly, three of them. HUGE spiders and I think one of them was a walking stick. Well, fine, they were not that huge to the point of cheesy mutant radioactive insect huge, but they were much larger than your average spider. I was in my old room in the middle, with pretty much how it was organized back then, with two beds and carpeting. For some reason, there was this huge spider that looked like it was constructed of grapes in my room. Its limbs looked like they were constructed of grape stems, and its body looked like two huge reddish-purplish grapes joined together. Bleh. I am still not put off eating grapes though, they are awesome tasty fruits. Not to mention easy to eat, because I am a slothful person. There also seemed to be another huge spider, but since it was in the dark closet, I don’t remember much about it. There was also a stick insect seemingly based off of a pen of sorts behind the filing cabinet in my room (that was kind of weird, since it was not in my room when I was in occupation of that room). I did not want to squish these bugs however, since they would make a huge, nasty, icky mess.  And then it crawled on my foot and I shrieked like a lady. Glorious, no?

I fucking hate spiders. Bleh.

Classes are over in general, just study week and finals to go, and then winter break. I was unable to turn in my last CS assignment for the unit, but whatever, just one assignment, right? >>; I hope to heavens I ace the finals. I actually got an A- for the piece of crap essay I pulled out for history somehow. I am amused…I might actually be able to get an A in History if I pull an A out for the exam somehow. I hope there is a map for identification, I love those things. I got full points on it last time! I also have to catch up for math, i.e. the last couple of weeks of lectures. I hate differential equations…

Ok, I am off to make many trades over the GTS now, yay! As you can see, I am failing at the studying for finals shtick.

Listening to: T-Square-We’ll never have a trouble, from a live of theirs.

i am here to suck your dick
yes, this is a rake

The day before Thanksgiving, eh?

So today we went to the Botanical Garden again for evolutionary biology instead. I still hate the sun just as much as I did last time. I still hate the terrible terrain just as much as I did last time. I still hate the humidity in the tropical room just as much as I did last time. Anything different than last time? Well, now people know I collect my long nails. Which isn’t exactly a secret, is it? Oh, I also got to wear my hoodie as a cape again. Yay!

So I decided to cut math section. I just really didn’t feel like staying that damn long on the day before break. *sigh* Instead, I went back to Laney! Such nostalgia. >>; I had to get an official transcript which I should have gotten AGES AGO to report that I’ve finished English 1B to Berkeley. The damn thing is that the cashier closed early today so I couldn’t file and pay for the transcript, so now I have to come back Monday or  Tuesday or something. More fare, this sucks.

I got home, I wanted to add some money to my ticket, the machine ate my ticket when it froze when I tried to pay by card. Bullshit. There was a dude that hit me up for some money to get to Concord or something, I obliged because I was too lazy to deny him. Gave him like a 10 dollar ticket or something. Whatever, it’s cool.

My nose has been a bitch for the past couple days, something along the lines of nonstop stuffy nose. Ugh.

Yay, people are coming back for break!

Listening to: Saitama Saisyu Heiki-Tigre Bianca – Another Mix, off of the Pink Sweets OST’s arrange disc. Pretty sweet stuff.

mountain man pubes

Oh, so when it rains, it pours. The escalator at SL BART was still broken, but then not just that, but the train was delayed today, by 20 minutes or some bullshit. The train ended up to be way crowded going to Berkeley. A taste of Japan, eh? I didn’t get groped though. What an accomplishment. Also, on the train, I saw the woman with the HUGEST NOSE EVER. It was HUGE. Like XBOX HUGE. It stuck out like an inch from her face, and it was just HUGE. I cannot get over how HUGE it was. HUGE.

I spent the day really thirsty overall, despite having enough water. And I spent much of the day needing to go to the bathroom, despite being thirsty. So I’d go to the bathroom, and then soon enough I’d need to go again, despite the thirst. I did drink lots of water, but I was still thirsty. This is some real bullshit.

I need a retake for CS. My first retake. T_T I am an abject failure. Stupid careless mistakes. And so late in the semester, and I only have Wednesdays that I can go to the self-help center conveniently (and that is just a relative measure to other days). Fucking hell…

I did feel like I kicked ass on my math quizzes today though. That is a good thing. Despite not doing the homework for it. Which is a bad thing. But, quizzes count for more. Which is a good thing.

Essay due next Tuesday. Sucks balls, I have to say. I can only hope I won’t do that stupid thing where I don’t get any sleep at all before turning it in. *sigh*

Listening to: Capsule-Starry Sky. It is good. I don’t remember how I came across it, but I do know that Brian introduced me to them. I never did follow it up though. I am a lazy bastard.

SCREW YOU, MAN! FUCK YOU!

So last ” night” (more like morning, I slept from 5am to 1pm) I had not one dream,  but two! And both were relatively shitty dreams, I’d say. One was about walking home aimlessly in complete darkness, and the other one was about Odin the Baby Eater. Yes, baby eater. I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been watching, but baby eater certainly wasn’t part of it, right?

So I remember my first dream starting around going down an elevator in a four story building. It was vaguely familiar, like I’ve been to it in another dream. It felt like it was a school building, though there wasn’t much in the way to pointing to it as such, something about it felt very school-like. The elevator actually had an indicator above the elevator or so indicating what floor it was on, a scrolling red marquee. This is so much more better that so many elevators at Berkeley even. So I was waiting in front of the elevator with some random girl I didn’t know, and then the elevator reached the fourth floor, and the elevator here, it works very oddly. The first door we were waiting at was like a normal door, and only when the elevator reached our floor could we go in and get to the real elevator slidey door. Yeah, absolutely weird. There was a janitor inside the anteroom, cleaning out the trash bins that seemed to have a couple of shot glasses in them. I think the time of the year was Christmas, and some crazy frat boys or something were celebrating or something. Inside the elevator were around 3 two liter bottles of “soda”. They looked rather suspect, the bottles were rather beaten up, and one of them was around 3/4ths full. There seemed to be shot glasses inside the trash bin as well. And so after putting the trash bin on my head for protection, I then took it off. Or something  to that effect, it was kind of blurry here, all I remember is putting something on my head for vague purposes of protection. I then decided to bring the three bottles of suspect soda home, but upon leaving the elevator on the first floor, I thought better of it and just left it on the ground.

And then I enter onto the street, and it is pitch black, and the doors seemed to let me, illogically, into an alleyway. Of course, at first I didn’t really know it was an alleyway, since it was pitch black, partially because for some reason my hair wouldn’t get out of my face, so I couldn’t see jack shit. And then for some reason I insisted on keeping my music in my ears rather loud, and I didn’t want to take the earphones out either. I begun to walk aimlessly in the dark, somehow keeping along the straight of the alleyway without bumping into walls or tripping. So, feeling somewhat unsafe (what, blind, deaf, don’t know where you are, of course you’d feel unsafe) I start to scream. I scream while walking down the alleyway. I guess it was as some sort of defence mechanism or something along the lines of “they wouldn’t rape a screaming person, it’s too easy to get caught.” My hair began to relax it’s hold on me a bit and I could see for short periods. What I saw was people running down the alleyway, one at a time, the opposite direction to my movement. I wanted to trip these people, I guess as some sort of self defence, but I decided not to, since they seemed somewhat gang-related to me. Finally, I reach the end of the alleyway, and there was streetlights, I saw the people that were running down the alleyway (none too savoury characters, but not that bad, I guess), and then I just started making my way home….except I still didn’t know where the hell I was. Somehow, I stumbled my way to my uncle’s house, excepting it looked nothing like his house and looked more like a couple of portables with him sitting outside it under some canopy, reading, despite there being barely any light beyond the street lights. He volunteered to take me home, and that dream ended there, and if only all my dreams for the night ended there.

I then had random flashes of “Odin the Intestine Eater” or something. Basically, images of a bearded man that had a baby dissected open before him, still living and crying. He was tearing a piece of intestine from the baby’s guts with his teeth. He then ate it, but with great difficulty, and it looked quite distasteful to him. He seemed to have to choke himself to swallow it against his body’s will. Then, he rips out the still beating heart, and eats that as well. The baby then seemed to collapse into a pile of corpse. The last image I had before waking up was of a twisted pinwheel made of the baby’s shriveled body parts.

Yes, I am seriously mentally disturbed. I had no idea what would prompt me to dream of shit like that. Well, I did read the Wikipedia article for Uzumaki (body horror manga) and a short (read: long) livejournal post on Twilight and Mormons that talked about imprinting on babies (I have no idea how I got to it, I don’t remember at all), so my mind could have synthesized that into my dream. Or I could just be off my rocker.

Listening to: Raito-Blood Drain, from Melty Blood Actress Again. I can actually emulate it on PS2! Frame rates aren’t perfect, but at least it’s not 12 fps like Fate/Unlimited Codes. One day, I will obtain me a PC that can run it better though…one day.

im hungry

Today, a maths test. I woke up at 4:45 instead of around 1 because apparently I didn’t set my phone alarm right. So of course I go “fuck”, and then proceed to play games until around 6. Oh yes, the wisdom of Gary Li, brilliant, no? >>;

So after cramming for half an hour, I shower, then cram in the car while my mum drives, then walk to class, cram in the the lecture hall, and then the test starts.

Surprisingly, I felt like I did relatively well! And we all know, that is a BAD thing, because things usually turn out opposite to my expectations, something like that. Well…fuck.

Right when I started the test, I noticed a couple people coughing. And a couple of sniffles. And then a whole torrent of little coughs and sniffles and sneezes that I COULD NOT DROWN OUT. For a good while, at least. Goddamn, it reminded me of that time when I couldn’t drown it out during that one AP test. I forgot which one, but damn is that not annoying.

I saw a GSI getting all huggy with the professor. Or at least, it looked like it, with the GSI having his own arm somewhat wrapped around his front, going upwards, and the professor standing on the elevated stage, leaning over to the GSI to listen. For a moment there it looked like the GSI was on the stage and grabbing the professor. And then the professor straightened up and it all made sense again. >>;

I need a new mouse. And some hair ties.

Listening to: 天音-Fill Your Heart. I like Kirby music, don’t you?

PRAY TO YOUR GOD