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Gazing up at the stars... Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream...
For those of you who read my weblog, this one will be a long post about the past days of my life, and not the usual introspective rhetoric that is the other purpose of this blog. Just letting you know now, so you can tune out and not care about what's been going on in my life in the past while and reading because you have nothing better to do.
If, on the other hand, you do care about my life, then I'd give you the premium stories god-to-person.
Kinda makes you wonder why I bother, eh?
Good thing you're ignoring all that, otherwise I might offend someone. ;)
Anywho, I just came back from a weekend at camp. Boring describes it adequately. Considering I didn't pack anything to keep me entertained as I had to get packed in 2 minutes. No one told me they were going and so I had to decide at that instant whether I wanted to or not. When we got there, it was just me, Andre, and Andrew. Seeing as I don't smoke cannabis, tobacco, or drink alcohol, they had their own kind of fun without me.
OW! Fucking ah... fuck... that hurts... stabbed myself in the eye with my glasses. More specifically, there is a wire that sticks out about three inches from the lens that poked me in the eye.
See, these glasses are my old ones (no pun intended) and they're missing a screw that keeps the lens in. I improvised, utilizing my resourcefulness, and tied a garbage twist-tie wire tight inside it so that the lens wouldn't fall out. Well, there's still a little wire left over, so it was sticking out. I took off my glasses to let my eyes rest. (because they're my old glasses, they hurt my eyes... but I'm blind without them) and when I put them back on, the wire went right into my eye. I think it scratched the surface, rather than piercing it. No blood though, so I think I'm alright.
Doesn't stop me from walking into walls or stepping on my dog while wearing these glasses though. >_<
Why am I wearing these glasses, one might wonder? Simply because I left my glasses at camp, along with my shoes. Don't ask.
Anyways, blah blah blah, boring weekend, nothing to do, what have you.
Friday, I woke up in no small part thanks to food poisoning. Guess the bologna at the back of the fridge expired a long time ago. Thusly, I couldn't arrive at the beach for the party, and by the time I could walk, it was 5. Just to give you a sense of time, I left for camp at 6.
Thursday, went to school (late, of course... just because I'm out doesn't mean it should change) and played worms on Danny's laptop with Kevin (my, doesn't that sound horribly wrong...) and watched Dream Theater DVD on Marie's. Spent a good deal of that time searching for good speakers. Couldn't find any. Then went with Ryannon to Biff's, where the three of us, and the later joining Adric moved bricks. It was funner than it sounds, what with the maggots, ants, spiders, and millipedes all over the bricks. The only thing that grossed me out was the mud though. Yuck. I will take the credit for the efficient way in which we moved and stacked the bricks though.
We watched Cruel Intentions, and a bit from Dream Theater's and the Eagle's DVDs. Then played the game of Life. Starting out with a 20k salary, I think I did quite well... I think they gave me a crappy salary because I chose two blue pegs to be the parents... yeah. I'm quite an advocate for those.
Then we went cruising, minus Biff and my DVD which I forgot at his place. We stopped at Mike's place. Played Smash Bros. Melee. Taking into consideration I mastered the 64 version, and have only played Melee once in my life before then, I think I did rather well. Won every game but the last stock battle, in which case the others realized they'd have to focus their efforts on me in order to have even a slim hope of winning. Add in a few particularly embarassing deaths, resulted in a loss for that last one. I still had the most damage dealt (barely), so :P
I hate sandals. And my throat hurts from drinking 8 cans of pop Saturday. And my eye hurts.
Once again, house to myself.
>_>
<_<
*runs around naked*
My cat had kittens. 6 popped out. 2 are deceased. All white. Not bad for her first and only litter.
Shit, got two parties planned for the weekend.. both on Saturday, no less...
I'm only going to say this once, these lyrics do not apply to any persons. (you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, you're so vain) The only person it remotely connects to is myself. I was listening to it, thinking about how the lyrics could be taken metaphorically. Lo and behold, I found something that fits. And it's not you.
Remember when we used to look how sun sets far away?
And how you said: "this is never over"
I believed your every word and I guess you did too
But now you're saying : "hey, let's think this over"
You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you
I have a feeling you don't have the words
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don't look back 'cause I am crying
I remember little things, you hardly ever do
Tell me why
I don't know why it's over
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me
You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me
I have a feeling you don't know what to do
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?
Tallulah, It's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me ,oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven
I see you walking hand in hand with long-haired drummer of the band
In love with her or so it seems, he's dancing with my beauty queen
Don't even dare to say you hi, still swallowing the goodbye
But I know the feelings still alive- still alive
I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now
I'll always love you, no matter what you do
I'll win you back for me if you give me a chance
But there is one thing you must understand
Not that many of you read it in the first place, or have even gotten this far, but *shrugs* what can you do?
Try to sleep for one thing. Of the past several weeks, I've had maybe 15 dreams and nightmares. Oh well.
Night and sweet dreams. Maybe I won't for once...
last modified Jun 20, 2004 at 21:58
When Regan left, I gave promised her I'd do my best to be happy. I failed at that promise. I'm only recently becoming happy like I used to be. Those lyrics focus on my promise which I failed at.
Besides, like I'd ever talk about anyone else on my blog besides myself? Rule of thumb; if I'm being cryptic, it's about myself.
Wow, I actually explained them for once... go figure...
They're about you alright...
Give youself some credit... I actually manage to read your posts all the way through, and even laugh at some of the jokes you make... It isn't hard to, you don't seem like a boring person, and even I like to know what you've been up to... call me curious, call me nosey, it's true either way... And don't worry, you're not the only with nightmares... Take care of yourself, have a good summer!
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