Ok. So I had the weirdest dream on Wednesday night. Well, more specifically, Thursday morning. I woke up around 3 and wanted to go back to sleep since I didnt need to be up till 5, so I put my head back down on the pillow and went to sleep.
So in this dream, Im running for my life. Im running through dark alleyways and trying desperately to not get caught by the person that is chasing me. Who is chasing me you ask? None other than our own Katie. Dunno how that happened since I havent seen her pictures or talked to her since her last set came out, but she was chasing me nonetheless.
So I run into this abandoned warehouse and proceed to take these stairs to the 2nd floor. Im half way up the stairs though, when she finally catches up to me. She pulls my leg out from under me and I hit my chin HARD against the cold metal steps. She then takes out a knife from a side holster and tries to stab me in the back, but I kick her off of me and send the knife flying.
She steps down and motions for me to come down as well, which of course I do. But as soon as my feet touch the 1st story floor, she hits me with a hard right hook. My head turns to the side and she grabs it and knees me in the face. Im still standing though, so she tries to kick me in the nuts, but I jumped back a bit and she misses. So I take this as my opportunity and punch her in the gut as hard as I can. She doubles over, so I punch her in the back of the neck at which point she hits the floor.
So now Im standing over her body while Im doubled over and trying to breath, with blood pouring out of my nose and coughing up blood, when she turns to lay on her back and pulls out a gun from the front of her pants and shoots me in the left calf. I scream out and hit the floor again. She gets up slowly while Im grabbing the gaping hole in my calf, rocking from side to side and riddled with pain. Now Im lying on the floor and shes standing over me pointing the gun to my head, laughing so quietly that I can barely hear her.
I ask her why she chased me in the first place, or why she even did all this to begin with (but not in a whiney way mind you... more of a pissed off way), since I have no idea whats going on.
She falls down to her knees straddles me licks my bloody cheek places her face within an inch of mine looks me deep in the eyes and says: Two dollars
WTF?!?! Dunno where the hell that dream came from!
And can anyone guess where that phrase is from? 
*****
Still sick today. Though I must say, I love Jamba Juice. Its this little smoothie store that has the greatest drink EVER for colds. It has, and I quote from the website menu, 2000% RDI of vitamin C vitamins A, E, B1, folic acid and zinc, plus its boosted with Echinacea Perfect for colds! I picked one of those with an Immunity Boost which adds, and I quote again, 300% RDI of vitamin C vitamins A & E... two powerful antioxidants Echinacea green tea extract... plus a zing of zinc. It tastes just like an orange! YUM! And if that doesnt make the cold go away, the bottle of Day-quil Ive been chugging will!
So, yeah. I had to meet with my clients parents on Wednesday. He was a minor and I needed them to sign off on some forms so I could officially close the case. I was feeling really bad after that and sent myself into a spiral of horrible emotions. I know it wasnt my fault, but one cannot help feeling as if there was something they could have done to stop it from happening. I know there wasnt anything I actually could have done, but I still feel like I should have done something anyways.
But I decided that Im not going to let it get to me. Life is too precious to be depressed all the time! So even though Im sick, and Im still kinda bummed, Ive been in a (fairly) good mood since yesterday. I hope it lasts this time.
And anyone thats into emo or synth should check out the new Postal Service album. Ive had a hard time placing my finger on how to define it, but one of my buds said it sounds like emo-synth-pop-rock. I happen to really like it. The lead singer from Death Cab For Cutie is in it, so the vocals are nice and melancholy / somber. And it contains one of the best (and emo-est) lyrics Ive ever heard.
"your heart wont heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
-Postal Service: Nothing Better
I sometimes wish I could sing beautifully depressed lyrics in a wispy / ethereal voice like that, instead of the guttural death metal I used to sing Ah well, cest la vie, n'est pas?
So in this dream, Im running for my life. Im running through dark alleyways and trying desperately to not get caught by the person that is chasing me. Who is chasing me you ask? None other than our own Katie. Dunno how that happened since I havent seen her pictures or talked to her since her last set came out, but she was chasing me nonetheless.
So I run into this abandoned warehouse and proceed to take these stairs to the 2nd floor. Im half way up the stairs though, when she finally catches up to me. She pulls my leg out from under me and I hit my chin HARD against the cold metal steps. She then takes out a knife from a side holster and tries to stab me in the back, but I kick her off of me and send the knife flying.
She steps down and motions for me to come down as well, which of course I do. But as soon as my feet touch the 1st story floor, she hits me with a hard right hook. My head turns to the side and she grabs it and knees me in the face. Im still standing though, so she tries to kick me in the nuts, but I jumped back a bit and she misses. So I take this as my opportunity and punch her in the gut as hard as I can. She doubles over, so I punch her in the back of the neck at which point she hits the floor.
So now Im standing over her body while Im doubled over and trying to breath, with blood pouring out of my nose and coughing up blood, when she turns to lay on her back and pulls out a gun from the front of her pants and shoots me in the left calf. I scream out and hit the floor again. She gets up slowly while Im grabbing the gaping hole in my calf, rocking from side to side and riddled with pain. Now Im lying on the floor and shes standing over me pointing the gun to my head, laughing so quietly that I can barely hear her.
I ask her why she chased me in the first place, or why she even did all this to begin with (but not in a whiney way mind you... more of a pissed off way), since I have no idea whats going on.
She falls down to her knees straddles me licks my bloody cheek places her face within an inch of mine looks me deep in the eyes and says: Two dollars
WTF?!?! Dunno where the hell that dream came from!
And can anyone guess where that phrase is from?
*****
Still sick today. Though I must say, I love Jamba Juice. Its this little smoothie store that has the greatest drink EVER for colds. It has, and I quote from the website menu, 2000% RDI of vitamin C vitamins A, E, B1, folic acid and zinc, plus its boosted with Echinacea Perfect for colds! I picked one of those with an Immunity Boost which adds, and I quote again, 300% RDI of vitamin C vitamins A & E... two powerful antioxidants Echinacea green tea extract... plus a zing of zinc. It tastes just like an orange! YUM! And if that doesnt make the cold go away, the bottle of Day-quil Ive been chugging will!
So, yeah. I had to meet with my clients parents on Wednesday. He was a minor and I needed them to sign off on some forms so I could officially close the case. I was feeling really bad after that and sent myself into a spiral of horrible emotions. I know it wasnt my fault, but one cannot help feeling as if there was something they could have done to stop it from happening. I know there wasnt anything I actually could have done, but I still feel like I should have done something anyways.
But I decided that Im not going to let it get to me. Life is too precious to be depressed all the time! So even though Im sick, and Im still kinda bummed, Ive been in a (fairly) good mood since yesterday. I hope it lasts this time.
And anyone thats into emo or synth should check out the new Postal Service album. Ive had a hard time placing my finger on how to define it, but one of my buds said it sounds like emo-synth-pop-rock. I happen to really like it. The lead singer from Death Cab For Cutie is in it, so the vocals are nice and melancholy / somber. And it contains one of the best (and emo-est) lyrics Ive ever heard.
"your heart wont heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
-Postal Service: Nothing Better
I sometimes wish I could sing beautifully depressed lyrics in a wispy / ethereal voice like that, instead of the guttural death metal I used to sing Ah well, cest la vie, n'est pas?
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chelsea1:
im just mad at everything lol nothing new really
ouioui:
I want my two drinks!