Apparently my computer has a virus. I hope I can make it limp along for another fifteen days so I can hit up my father for a new PC for Christmas/my Birthday (they are almost one in the same, unfortunately). I have the worst fucking luck with computers.
I've decided I need to purchase a cowboy hat. When I lived in Nevada I had a couple, along with some cool boots and whatnot, but ever since living in Texas I haven't owned one. Something about that just seems inherently wrong.
Well, I haven't been outside yet, but I can tell it got fucking cold. My apartment has this odd chill to it that wasn't there when I went to sleep.
Sleep, oh beautiful sleep! I slept twelve hours last night!!!
I woke up at one in the morning, as always, and rolled over and went right back to sleep - not as always. It was glorious.
Then I had this really weird, but entertaining, dream.
I was in Depression era America and somehow fell in with some thieves. Something happened and they were going to kill me cause I saw something, but then I got the drop on them and I was going to kill them, but the guy I was with (my father, oddly enough he's never in my dreams) said we should team up so we did. We went to this house in the boonies (the rich boonies, mind you) where the guy's partners were cleaning out some rich lawyer's house or something.
I decided to go fishing cause the house was on a lake that was about to explode with catfish. Somehow the lawyer just happened to have the same tackle as me, so I rigged up a nice setup and waded out a little into the lake. I was going to fish under a tree hanging over the water, but spotted a thirty foot python in the water there (about twenty feet away). I found it odd that there was such a big python wild in the States, and even more odd that it was in the water (they can swim but all but one kind of python tend to dislike water). So I walk five more feet away and cast my line out into the middle of the lake.
Just then I noticed the snake coming for me and it almost bit my foot when I got the drop on it and pinned it's head, with my elbow, under a small waterfall (about two feet) and had to keep the rest of it's body from coming over the falls with me (cause then it would have killed me). So here I am, pinning a snake's head down with my left elbow, and fighting off it's bulk with my right, and all of my head except my mouth and nose and occassionally my eyes are underwater and I have to yell for help. But I was fighting so hard all I could do was chant "help, help, help, help" for what seemed like hours before someone came.
"give my one of the machetes" I said (we'd stolen a whole shipment of them apparently).
They did and I had to tear it out of the paper (thanks guys) with my teeth. Then my dad kindly pointed out "man, we got a shitload of machete and they are all dull". So I had to cut this snake in half with a dull machete while it's trying to kill me.
Finally I did and then...well it got weird after this. Something about time travel and a hospital and an emotional breakdown of one of my friends who'd decided to stay and a lot of other stuff I can barely remember.
I've decided I need to purchase a cowboy hat. When I lived in Nevada I had a couple, along with some cool boots and whatnot, but ever since living in Texas I haven't owned one. Something about that just seems inherently wrong.
Well, I haven't been outside yet, but I can tell it got fucking cold. My apartment has this odd chill to it that wasn't there when I went to sleep.
Sleep, oh beautiful sleep! I slept twelve hours last night!!!
I woke up at one in the morning, as always, and rolled over and went right back to sleep - not as always. It was glorious.
Then I had this really weird, but entertaining, dream.
I was in Depression era America and somehow fell in with some thieves. Something happened and they were going to kill me cause I saw something, but then I got the drop on them and I was going to kill them, but the guy I was with (my father, oddly enough he's never in my dreams) said we should team up so we did. We went to this house in the boonies (the rich boonies, mind you) where the guy's partners were cleaning out some rich lawyer's house or something.
I decided to go fishing cause the house was on a lake that was about to explode with catfish. Somehow the lawyer just happened to have the same tackle as me, so I rigged up a nice setup and waded out a little into the lake. I was going to fish under a tree hanging over the water, but spotted a thirty foot python in the water there (about twenty feet away). I found it odd that there was such a big python wild in the States, and even more odd that it was in the water (they can swim but all but one kind of python tend to dislike water). So I walk five more feet away and cast my line out into the middle of the lake.
Just then I noticed the snake coming for me and it almost bit my foot when I got the drop on it and pinned it's head, with my elbow, under a small waterfall (about two feet) and had to keep the rest of it's body from coming over the falls with me (cause then it would have killed me). So here I am, pinning a snake's head down with my left elbow, and fighting off it's bulk with my right, and all of my head except my mouth and nose and occassionally my eyes are underwater and I have to yell for help. But I was fighting so hard all I could do was chant "help, help, help, help" for what seemed like hours before someone came.
"give my one of the machetes" I said (we'd stolen a whole shipment of them apparently).
They did and I had to tear it out of the paper (thanks guys) with my teeth. Then my dad kindly pointed out "man, we got a shitload of machete and they are all dull". So I had to cut this snake in half with a dull machete while it's trying to kill me.
Finally I did and then...well it got weird after this. Something about time travel and a hospital and an emotional breakdown of one of my friends who'd decided to stay and a lot of other stuff I can barely remember.