I had to write this entry on a deposit slip...CAUSE THIS SHIT IS MONEY IN THE BANK.
I have no idea what I want to say.
Well, let's start with life. My aunt just had a baby (a girl) in Philadelphia. I WAS THERE, but not in the delivery room, sadly. The baby was cool and all, but I don't really like holding newborns. And to make matters worse, she was a month premature. Because, like, along with a human being, my aunt also had a blood tumor of some sort (chorioangioma?) growing inside of her, so the doctors thought it would be best to take the kid out early before she was affected by it.
So, while the doctors were trying all these drugs and techniques, my grandmother and my aunt's mother decided that they were not leaving that hospital until she had that baby. And what do you know? They stood by their word. I had to spend a night in uncomfortable hospital chairs, and when I finally managed to get to sleep, I woke up three hours later to some guy talking about how "thugs are the bastard child of the white man". NEEDLESS TO SAY, I HAD QUITE AN ADVENTURE.
I got to see drag queens (some decent-looking with THE NICEST LEGS EVER, and others that had facial hair and the worst plastic surgery you'll ever see), regular gay guys, crazy homeless men that told my grandmother that she was wrong and she was the one that needed Jesus, good-looking Asian guys, good-looking Italian guys, good-looking Mexican guys, good-looking black guys, and good-looking white guys. I HAD A BALL.
I also came to the conclusion that Philly is the city that I'd like to live in (not because of anything mentioned above. Of course not.) And I saw the college that I'd like to attend: Temple University. It's a really nice-looking school, and it's in the top 100 schools with a reputable Journalism program, and my uncle/aunt and many other family members live nearby, SO I GUESS I WIN. So, wish me luck with that :D
Anyway, that was my little adventure. Here's a creepy dream that I had last Tuesday/Wednesday:
I don't know why, but I was going through some type of training. I suppose I was getting ready to be a henchman because The Monarch (from the Venture Brothers) was the one training me. Anyway, he was showing me how to get through this conveyor belt obstacle course (one that has been featured in quite a few dreams of mine). So, he demonstrated how I was supposed to go through it: On my butt, scooting along, but as he was showing me, he was "defecating" all over the conveyor belts. It was like...watery and it was spraying all over the place WITH LITTLE CHUNKS OF EXCREMENT IN IT. Naturally, I was disgusted. But, it doesn't stop there. Next thing you know, he's off the conveyor belt, splashing his feces on me. I started screaming and backing away, but there was a conveyor belt behind me, so I was trapped. At this point, he gets close enough to start rubbing the fecal matter on my skin and push me so that my back is facing him. He forced my head down onto the conveyor belt, and for whatever reason, I'm convinced that we're about to have sex. I think I even said, "Are we gonna fuck?" Apparently, I was wrong. He backed off and said a bunch of things that added up to, "No, we are not having sex." and left. So then, I'm left alone, covered in poop and not having sex. Then I decide to go to the dollar store and get baby wipes to clean myself off with. Then the dream goes into a gay part that isn't worth recapping.
Well, let's start with life. My aunt just had a baby (a girl) in Philadelphia. I WAS THERE, but not in the delivery room, sadly. The baby was cool and all, but I don't really like holding newborns. And to make matters worse, she was a month premature. Because, like, along with a human being, my aunt also had a blood tumor of some sort (chorioangioma?) growing inside of her, so the doctors thought it would be best to take the kid out early before she was affected by it.
So, while the doctors were trying all these drugs and techniques, my grandmother and my aunt's mother decided that they were not leaving that hospital until she had that baby. And what do you know? They stood by their word. I had to spend a night in uncomfortable hospital chairs, and when I finally managed to get to sleep, I woke up three hours later to some guy talking about how "thugs are the bastard child of the white man". NEEDLESS TO SAY, I HAD QUITE AN ADVENTURE.
I got to see drag queens (some decent-looking with THE NICEST LEGS EVER, and others that had facial hair and the worst plastic surgery you'll ever see), regular gay guys, crazy homeless men that told my grandmother that she was wrong and she was the one that needed Jesus, good-looking Asian guys, good-looking Italian guys, good-looking Mexican guys, good-looking black guys, and good-looking white guys. I HAD A BALL.
I also came to the conclusion that Philly is the city that I'd like to live in (not because of anything mentioned above. Of course not.) And I saw the college that I'd like to attend: Temple University. It's a really nice-looking school, and it's in the top 100 schools with a reputable Journalism program, and my uncle/aunt and many other family members live nearby, SO I GUESS I WIN. So, wish me luck with that :D
Anyway, that was my little adventure. Here's a creepy dream that I had last Tuesday/Wednesday:
I don't know why, but I was going through some type of training. I suppose I was getting ready to be a henchman because The Monarch (from the Venture Brothers) was the one training me. Anyway, he was showing me how to get through this conveyor belt obstacle course (one that has been featured in quite a few dreams of mine). So, he demonstrated how I was supposed to go through it: On my butt, scooting along, but as he was showing me, he was "defecating" all over the conveyor belts. It was like...watery and it was spraying all over the place WITH LITTLE CHUNKS OF EXCREMENT IN IT. Naturally, I was disgusted. But, it doesn't stop there. Next thing you know, he's off the conveyor belt, splashing his feces on me. I started screaming and backing away, but there was a conveyor belt behind me, so I was trapped. At this point, he gets close enough to start rubbing the fecal matter on my skin and push me so that my back is facing him. He forced my head down onto the conveyor belt, and for whatever reason, I'm convinced that we're about to have sex. I think I even said, "Are we gonna fuck?" Apparently, I was wrong. He backed off and said a bunch of things that added up to, "No, we are not having sex." and left. So then, I'm left alone, covered in poop and not having sex. Then I decide to go to the dollar store and get baby wipes to clean myself off with. Then the dream goes into a gay part that isn't worth recapping.