Weekend Update, with Luke O'Sadnick
its been nearly a fortnight since i last updated, and today seems like a good day. so lets kick it off the only way i know how...
*cue American Idol theme song*
but first, weird dream time
In my dream, me and someone else are intaragating this guy. only i have like a 4 foot long giant blade of some kind. I tell the guy if he doesn't tell us what we want, i will kill him. I tell him that i will take my time, and that the blade is dull, so it will hurt even more. i think i'm with some big black guy. its dark, the walls are all steel and concrete. i ask him again, he gives me some b/s answer. i know the truth, but he's still lying. he's just standing there, i tell him i'm going to kill him now. but i cant, i cant chop him up with the giant dull blade. I turn to the guy i'm with, and i tell him to give me his gun. he gives me it, standing a few feet away from the guy i'm about to kill, thumb back the hammer, and take aim. only theres a catch. insted of a guy, theres a picture in a picture frame on a table. i seem to not notice the difference. i fire. the shot hits the lower part of the picture. feeling that it isn't good enough, i step forward, place the gun to the picture. for some reason there are empty coke cans behind the picture, and itns no longer dark, its like 6-7ish. i pull the triger and i feel a sharp pain between my thumb and for finger on my right hand. i look down, and the area of skin that conects the thumb and for finger is riped wide open, on both sides. i can see white in the red. i move my finger, the sting moves, its my tendon. i feel the blood start to flow, i clench my fist trying to keep the wound closed, i'm trying not to bleed everywhere. i get my mom and tell her to drive me to the ER. i yell that i dont have time to explain. i open my hand a little to see how bad it is, as if i dont already know. blood is pooring out, but its think. not quite chocolate surup think, but thinker then blood shoud be. we're a few blocks east of the hospital. my mom takes some weird way, not to far out of the way, but enought that i question what she's doing.
I wake up with my right hand clenched in a fist like i'm trying not to bleed.
on another note, i got a job. menards. i've been there 4 days and i already just hate two of the people i work with. One of them is just a complete lying jackass. i'm sure i'll tell you the story on thursday. those of you who dont know what thursday is, you may or may not hear the story of the jagbag. the other guy, is just flat out anoying. first off, he makes some crack about him being my father. (star wars refrence for you who dont know). i basicly call him a jackass for the highly origional remark, and he says "yeah, i hate star wars too." i then told him i automaticly hated him and walked away. being the jackass that he is, thought i was kidding. he just kept talking and talking, i really just wanted to punch him in the face. i'm giving 32-1 odds that i beat his ass by the end of the summer. 50-1 that i use a 2x4. place your bets now what i've giving such good odds.
finals tomorrow, 10 hours.
done on wednesday.
I have more to update such as the state of my car. as in me not having one. but that'll chance tomorrow. ok, time to sleep.
i was going to write something else, but i'm thinking i should be a little less of an ass-hole to my friends/ people i dont hate. you know what they say, you catch more bees with honey then with sour...things, or some funky shit like that. i cant promis that i wont talk smack about you all, because i can more or less promise that i will. but i'll try to cut back, because i dont like insulting my friends and making you all dislike me.
blech.
alright, i gotta bounce.
*cue the american idol theme music.
*cue American Idol theme song*
but first, weird dream time
In my dream, me and someone else are intaragating this guy. only i have like a 4 foot long giant blade of some kind. I tell the guy if he doesn't tell us what we want, i will kill him. I tell him that i will take my time, and that the blade is dull, so it will hurt even more. i think i'm with some big black guy. its dark, the walls are all steel and concrete. i ask him again, he gives me some b/s answer. i know the truth, but he's still lying. he's just standing there, i tell him i'm going to kill him now. but i cant, i cant chop him up with the giant dull blade. I turn to the guy i'm with, and i tell him to give me his gun. he gives me it, standing a few feet away from the guy i'm about to kill, thumb back the hammer, and take aim. only theres a catch. insted of a guy, theres a picture in a picture frame on a table. i seem to not notice the difference. i fire. the shot hits the lower part of the picture. feeling that it isn't good enough, i step forward, place the gun to the picture. for some reason there are empty coke cans behind the picture, and itns no longer dark, its like 6-7ish. i pull the triger and i feel a sharp pain between my thumb and for finger on my right hand. i look down, and the area of skin that conects the thumb and for finger is riped wide open, on both sides. i can see white in the red. i move my finger, the sting moves, its my tendon. i feel the blood start to flow, i clench my fist trying to keep the wound closed, i'm trying not to bleed everywhere. i get my mom and tell her to drive me to the ER. i yell that i dont have time to explain. i open my hand a little to see how bad it is, as if i dont already know. blood is pooring out, but its think. not quite chocolate surup think, but thinker then blood shoud be. we're a few blocks east of the hospital. my mom takes some weird way, not to far out of the way, but enought that i question what she's doing.
I wake up with my right hand clenched in a fist like i'm trying not to bleed.
on another note, i got a job. menards. i've been there 4 days and i already just hate two of the people i work with. One of them is just a complete lying jackass. i'm sure i'll tell you the story on thursday. those of you who dont know what thursday is, you may or may not hear the story of the jagbag. the other guy, is just flat out anoying. first off, he makes some crack about him being my father. (star wars refrence for you who dont know). i basicly call him a jackass for the highly origional remark, and he says "yeah, i hate star wars too." i then told him i automaticly hated him and walked away. being the jackass that he is, thought i was kidding. he just kept talking and talking, i really just wanted to punch him in the face. i'm giving 32-1 odds that i beat his ass by the end of the summer. 50-1 that i use a 2x4. place your bets now what i've giving such good odds.
finals tomorrow, 10 hours.
done on wednesday.
I have more to update such as the state of my car. as in me not having one. but that'll chance tomorrow. ok, time to sleep.
i was going to write something else, but i'm thinking i should be a little less of an ass-hole to my friends/ people i dont hate. you know what they say, you catch more bees with honey then with sour...things, or some funky shit like that. i cant promis that i wont talk smack about you all, because i can more or less promise that i will. but i'll try to cut back, because i dont like insulting my friends and making you all dislike me.
blech.
alright, i gotta bounce.
*cue the american idol theme music.