Life is like Tinkerer Gizlocke, and your mom is the Inventor's Focal Sword.
You know what i like the most about my entries here? (And xanga, and greatesjoutnal, and wherever the fuck i end up writing random words.) For each and every entry there are somewhere between five and thirty that are not written. Beyond that, there are also paragraphs in each entry which are there if you look hard enough, or were to IM me about such-and-such a sentence, or just talk to me. There are also little pieces within every entry that may or may not allude to what some people write down and put under "private" and let no one see ever. I think that's pointless. I don't know ehre i'm going with this. This paragraph is a lot longer, clearer, and more elucidating in my head.
I spent today playing World of Warcraft. I also showered and put on a full set of clean clothes for the first time since last saturdayish. Then i opened my windows and played WoW some more. I hit level 49. (I was level 46 two days ago. This is pretty fast.) It is fun and addicting and i am a fucking loser.
I can deal with that.
I wrote something in my notebook the other day. I wrote a lot of things. I have four pages now, including a cordial request to whoever finds this notebook (if i were to ever lose it) to call me. I don't lose things. Except sometimes i do. But i wrote something about how i could die happy. Because i could, i think. I don't want to. Not at all. But I've done a lot of things. More good things than bad, i think. I could go happy if i had to go. Assuming it wasn't by castration.
I have a story kind of planned out. I just need to figure out how to start it. It will be relatively short and about a class of 7th graders who are introduced to hardcore existentialist concepts as well as scientific proof that their life is meaningless. I think it would be kind of cool.
I was reading a dnd feat list and i came upon one called "mind link" or some crap, where two people take the feat and they gain an understanding of what each other is thinking, acting separately but with knowledge of both minds. This is, of course, simply a slightly nerdier version of the whole "I want to know what you're thinking" thing, which is only a more mature version of "I want to read your mind", which is only a step above "look at me! I'm megaman! Power Buster! Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... PSHOOM!"
Seriously. Megaman and pretending to be megaman fucking rocked. As well as being spiderman (in my homemade spiderman halloween costume, thank you) with my friend the red ranger (in a store bought halloween costume) fighting assorted swings, chairs, cats, leaves, etc. horrible evil villains. My memories of those suggest that they were amazing. Also, this was a product of my fantasy obsession, not a cause of it, i think. I read the Hobbit in second grade.
Again, more coherent in my head. Probably a lot more interesting, too.
See, complaints are boring. But they're also interesting. As are just general pleasantries about people's days at work, social lives, love lives, thoughts, whatevers. They're fun because they're different from what is in your head.
I think i will leave it at that.
My dream last night was quite awesome. I won't say much, because i don't remember much, but it involved tidal waves in canyons, trains, horses, motorcycle/minibike races, sprinting and jumping through a treehouse platform things, and making out with a girl who i loved and loved me back in exactly that way. It was amazing and one of those "only in dreams" kind of perfections. Later on she turned into someone else and i didn't realize it until i woke up. Except i did.
Interesting fact: said person had an abnormally small tongue in this dream, while in a dream in the past she had one that was far too large. Or not interesting, i don't know.
I fucking love my head. Though you'd probably just be confused by it. That's not one of those elitist statements, i think. It is just true.
Okay. Done. Sleep now good yes.
I spent today playing World of Warcraft. I also showered and put on a full set of clean clothes for the first time since last saturdayish. Then i opened my windows and played WoW some more. I hit level 49. (I was level 46 two days ago. This is pretty fast.) It is fun and addicting and i am a fucking loser.
I can deal with that.
I wrote something in my notebook the other day. I wrote a lot of things. I have four pages now, including a cordial request to whoever finds this notebook (if i were to ever lose it) to call me. I don't lose things. Except sometimes i do. But i wrote something about how i could die happy. Because i could, i think. I don't want to. Not at all. But I've done a lot of things. More good things than bad, i think. I could go happy if i had to go. Assuming it wasn't by castration.
I have a story kind of planned out. I just need to figure out how to start it. It will be relatively short and about a class of 7th graders who are introduced to hardcore existentialist concepts as well as scientific proof that their life is meaningless. I think it would be kind of cool.
I was reading a dnd feat list and i came upon one called "mind link" or some crap, where two people take the feat and they gain an understanding of what each other is thinking, acting separately but with knowledge of both minds. This is, of course, simply a slightly nerdier version of the whole "I want to know what you're thinking" thing, which is only a more mature version of "I want to read your mind", which is only a step above "look at me! I'm megaman! Power Buster! Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... PSHOOM!"
Seriously. Megaman and pretending to be megaman fucking rocked. As well as being spiderman (in my homemade spiderman halloween costume, thank you) with my friend the red ranger (in a store bought halloween costume) fighting assorted swings, chairs, cats, leaves, etc. horrible evil villains. My memories of those suggest that they were amazing. Also, this was a product of my fantasy obsession, not a cause of it, i think. I read the Hobbit in second grade.
Again, more coherent in my head. Probably a lot more interesting, too.
See, complaints are boring. But they're also interesting. As are just general pleasantries about people's days at work, social lives, love lives, thoughts, whatevers. They're fun because they're different from what is in your head.
I think i will leave it at that.
My dream last night was quite awesome. I won't say much, because i don't remember much, but it involved tidal waves in canyons, trains, horses, motorcycle/minibike races, sprinting and jumping through a treehouse platform things, and making out with a girl who i loved and loved me back in exactly that way. It was amazing and one of those "only in dreams" kind of perfections. Later on she turned into someone else and i didn't realize it until i woke up. Except i did.
Interesting fact: said person had an abnormally small tongue in this dream, while in a dream in the past she had one that was far too large. Or not interesting, i don't know.
I fucking love my head. Though you'd probably just be confused by it. That's not one of those elitist statements, i think. It is just true.
Okay. Done. Sleep now good yes.