Saturday, June 6, 2009

A Game of Worth

Blog No. 157: Ultimate Frisbee Day


I woke up to JT's usual Saturday text. This time it was a little early, early enough so that JT couldn't deny getting me a ride or else he'd be too late, like the last time. XP

When I replied, he texted Let's see after the Fencing Tournament.

Then, some time later, he texted some options. Either he could stay through the tournament or get me. I read down further and it said, "Are you worth missing this good fun?

How am I supposed to know if I'm worth it?

I thought, Oh, since he's having fun over there... He should stay and finish. So I thought I'd jokingly text back, "Well it's fine. I could argue that this would be one of those times that things didn't work out, but if you are having fun right now then who am I to stop it?" Seeing as we were kinda fresh from our previous argument over how things work out no matter what, (See "I'm a Pure Metallic..." Blog).

Big mistake. He started texting back to argue some more. The condensed version: He basically argued I should choose what I want instead of choosing what's good for others and what not. 

The light at the end of the tunnel happened when I just said, "Seeing as you said the choice of staying at the tournament is more fun, while not the most wise choice for me to make, I chose the more selfless choice."

He replied, "Foolish."

"My name is David, thank you very much. XP"

Point being, JT called me later to tell me that he was on his way in ten minutes and get ready. I guess my options ended right there. XP

Anyways, Frisbee.

When JT and I arrived, there were only three other people there. Not exactly much to have a match of Ultimate Frisbee just yet. So we ended up throwing the disc around a few times until some other people arrive.

I ask myself every time after I run out of breath, Why am I doing this again? I'm not good at team sports! 'Twas why I went to a high school with no P.E. XD



Being in the shadow: Good for being over heated; Bad for pix messaging... So I edited it:



There. More colorful. XP

Anyway, I did make a few passes, a few catches, a few goals. I was basically good at just being conveniently around when needed, when I was actively cathing up with everyone. 

The first game, I was on the losing team. The second game, I was on the winning team. I guess it made a difference in teammates, seeing as I hardly mattered. The first time around, I was stuck guarding Marshall, who ended up have me run for no reason, then, when I'm out of breath, runs out and catches the throws... The second time around, I guarded Zachariah for most of the time, and he was much lazier... That, and the second time around I had JT and Jeff, or "The Jolly Green Giant" and "Flash" as teammates. XP

After the start of the third game, after running between the goal lines a couple of times, I definitely felt like I was going to heave. As the blog readers should know, I have the phobia of vomiting, enough to pull a fetal postition thing. So I sat out the rest of the game. I had pulled out my sketchbook to finish a surprise sketch... But, as I was finishing half the shading, the guys called it a game and continued to ramble on about Call of Duty, Halo, and other 360 games. XP

Then JT drove me all the way home.

"I guess it all worked out!," I said as my departing words, "Not that I had much choice in the end." XD

"Sorry if I wasn't myself today," I did see a difference. He talked a little less than usual and he was a little on the grumpy side, on the count of being up for more than 24 hours! "But still, I had fun."

So, I guess I'm worth it. XP

Handy Man of the Hour

Blog No. 156: Home Depot


Today was a planned trip to Home Depot.

On our white board of stuff to buy, there have been stuff that have been on there for awhile and I thought, seeing as I was making a paint run, I'd get some other stuff, too, like the filter, a doorknob, and kitchen lightbulbs.

Home Depot, (sorry THE Home Depot according to the store sign... XD), is like a huge maze. I twirled and twirled around so many aisles. Some aisles ended abruptly, enclosing me in a corner section of the store I wished it had continued so that I wouldn't have to unnecessarily go up and down another aisle to go to the bathroom. Plus, after going in circles, it was a little hard to try and finding the stuff I needed. How was I supposed to know that the air conditioning filters were within the plumbing section?

After going in circles for ten minutes, I met my mom in the painting section, where I got a load of painting supplies. I got some random things, like masks, gloves, sponge brushes, and a telescoping roller for the cieling. I also got some specific fuzzy roller refills, seeing as we already got actual rollers from John's Grand Painting the Baby's Room BLUE Adventure. These rollers were specific to my wall because it had been repainted once before, only they added a very dense texture to it. Let's just say that I'm able to file my nails if I really wanted to on my walls. XP

The color paint I got: Cool Aloe.

Granted, the color might be a little less blue, but it's to the point. I'd gotten this color green because it altruistically looked green. Not so close to yellow to make it limey grimey. Not so close to blue to make it like an ocean, green seaweed thing. Not so close to brown to make it woodsy. Sure it's a little bright, but I figure I made the right decision. I made it just GREEN. XP

Then, after a few side trips, like Raley's shopping, again, I came home. I replaced the garage door doorknob, the air conditioning filter, and the kitchen lightbulbs.

I feel handy. XP

Friday, June 5, 2009

I'm a Pure Metallic Horse and a Cheater

Blog No. 155: OR, a Day of Spontaneity


Today, I had planned to go to Home Depot with my mom before I hung out with JT and Piper, but mom kinda canceled on me. Apparently she had gotten too tired. Home Depot trip another day. XP

So at around 5, JT picked me up. Then, after we realized we were a little fuzzy on getting to Piper's house and after we called her for directions while she was "getting dressed", we picked her up. 

Our plan today was to go to Ray's guitar thing in Folsom today. So after a quick ride to Wine Styles, we didn't see anyone. So, Piper got Michelle on the phone and asked what was what. Turns out that the event was canceled... DX

Stuck on what to do, JT, Piper, and I paced downtown Folsom for a little while, trying to figure out what to do next. Piper called the movie theaters to see what was playing. It was either Hangover, which only Piper really wanted to see, or movies either JT or I have already seen. So that didn't get us far. Then JT pitched some ideas around of what he usually does with certain groups of his friends. Being the strive planner that I am, I said we could grab a couple of things from JT's and Piper's houses to have a game night at my house.

So that's what we did. 

We went back to Piper's house to pick up her Super Smash Bros. Brawl and Hex Hex, as well as a movie called Fanboys to watch. From JT's, we got the card game Munchkin, with its different versions. I remembered playing Munchkin when I was in Portfolio, where when we were done with work on our Senior Portfolio, our technology teacher, Landry, would let us play board games. Apples to Apples. Rumis. Khet. Blokus. Stuff like that. XP

Along the way, JT and I had one of those sporadic arguments. Topic: What was considered cheating in a relationship? I believe that argument came from the argument that I was a really indecisive/noncommittal person. That came from how I like to have a game plan for things.

"You see, I just live my life to its fullest. It will all work out in the end."

"How can you tell? You can't see tomorrow from today, can you?" I rebutted.

"Well, from all the times we hung out, have things ever gone wrong?"

"Well, I say we haven't hung out enough to make that kind of judgement!"

"Then how do you specify something that works out in the end?"

I talked and maybe qualified about how my ideal, hypothetical scenario would "work out". Then he posed the question: "What would be considered cheating?" which kinda ties into how I'd prefer planning over spontaneity:

"I'd say the intent of cheating would have to be thought out and planned in order for actions to be called cheating."

"So would it be acceptable for a cheating husband to go to his wife, 'Look, I didn't mean to, but I kinda did it with this chick,' and she wouldn't get mad?" Granted, his dialogue was more theatrical than the way I put it.

"Well, it would have to depend on the couple. It's socially accepted that just the act sex with someone your not in a relationship with, whilst still in the relationship, is cheating." It was something to that affect.

"But what about other things? Kissing? Hugging? Just plain talking to another gender?

"Well, some people don't mind their significant others kissing other people because they accept that it's who they are. "

"Well, you hear about porn stars who are married obviously having sex with other people. Would that still be considered cheating? Where do we draw the line?"

It somehow ended up around the giant Coca-Cola cup that we passed on our way from Big Spoon Yogurt:

"Where's the cup? I don't see the cup!" It was right there. Plain as the nose on his face. If it grew legs and a temper tantrum, it would've feel offended and kicked around the cars around the intersection and spilled its soda all over the place...

"OK sure," I allowed, "In technical terms, you can't drink out of it so it's not a cup. But, in its design and shape, it is most definitely a cup!"

JT almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, "Wait! Did I hear a commited answer?"

From my cornered position, I posed, "Well it's both a cup and not a cup."

Thus, the argument continued its course... We just both agreed it would have to be an issue of compromise. Which can be my definition of what's cheating.

You see, I can see that he was trying to get a definitive answer. What he didn't see is that sometimes the definitive answer is not the same for everyone else. Some people consider something just in the shape of a cup is still a cup, even though the primary function of a cup no longer exists. How cheating is definitively characterized would have to absolutely satisfy views between extremes, like an amish person and a married porn star. How a couple defines what's cheating would have to be between the couple in question.

Q.E.D. It's both a cup and not a cup.

HA!

JT was carrying around a Chinese Horoscope book. Apparently he was a "Fire Tiger" or something. Whatever that meant... Then he looked up what I was, a "Metal Horse", which I still don't fully know what that means.

I saw the note John and Audrey left behind before they left to the apartment. I had to take out the trash and unload the dishwasher, basically. What I did was, seeing as he was able and willing, I recruited JT to take out the trash while I put all the dishes in their general spots.

Then we hooked up my Wii to the downstairs TV and played Brawl for awhile. It was plain to see that JT could kick our virtual rumps at this game, but out of the four rounds we played, I had the most kills in the first three. That last round was played with random characters, in which I got Donkey Kong, a heavy character with a lame smash ball attack. My "juggle-the-opponent-in-the-air/kill-them-on-the-way-down" techniques were not usable here. DX

Then we decided to play Munchkin. It was Piper's first time and I hadn't played in awhile, so JT did his famous quick tutorial of how the game works, while I hooked the TV up again for the DVD to have Fanboys play in the background. When we were playing, Piper figured out that the movie was too involved and, in order for us to get the true experience of the movie, we would have to stay attentive to it, not the game. So we decided to watch the movie another day.

The first round of "Epic" Munchkin, (a longer version), I started out with the lead. My lead was only defiled when Piper sold all her power ups for levels, making her win that round. At least it was the first time I actually had a Race and a Class... I also died during my second turn, which didn't do much except letting JT and Piper steal what's left of my hand... Then the second round didn't turn out so well. I had a trap to get rid of one of JT's items, his steed, which he didn't take to fondly. WIthin the next couple of turns, he pretty much stole my pride, what with preventing me from leveling up a few times and coming up with a +10 bonus three handed sword and whatnot. He quickly won that round.

Then they left, after my round of hug giving. XP

So, apparently I'm a cheater, what with cheating on mine and JT's relationship with the air... XP

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

It's A Grind and Single Ladies

Blog No. 153: A Walking Day


I take walking trips when I'm absolutely bored, for a good reason. I always see something out of the ordinary every time I hit the streets.

I saw a beat up car with a certain band's loyalty, (sort of), on it:



Found a stray black and white cat. I called it over and it started to rub itself across my leg. When I started walking again, the cat started following me. It followed me right until I had to cross the street. XP

High fived a marine in uniform while passing him.

Saw a guy who no longer could hold his bladder... Sad thing is, I didn't notice it until I walked right past him and smelled a wafting breeze of urine...

Lunched at Mel's. Had the usual french dip sandwich and fries.

Grabbed a coffee at It's a Grind. I actually grabbed one of Kaylah's favorite drinks, the Funky Monkey, so that I can shove it in her face in text form. XP 

Then, while I was walking in the direction of home, mom called as I was passing the apartment to ask if I was dressed and ready to go to Super Walmart. So I had to accompany her on an exciting trip to West Sacramento... 

I still hate Walmart.

When I got home, a friend posted this video. Honestly, I'm not even gonna try trashing the Jonas Brothers, after this:

 

You have to give him some props. Even I wouldn't be caught dead doing this...

This would be a horrible blog war punishment...

(He says obliviously while Piper quickly jots down illegible notes)

Please allow a moment of silence in memorandum of Joe's dignity... XP

UP Again and Sephiroth

Blog No. 154: UP Again and Sephiroth

I went to see UP, again, with my mom today. I had told her all about my review of the movie, and mentioned that I liked it better than Wall-E. She had to see it to believe it. In the end, she loved it. She doesn't like those sad Pixar beginnings, but I prepared her for it which made her experience that much more enjoyable. I'm not sure if she feels the same way about UP as I do, all I can say is that she loved it...

And, apparently, she sees that Russell really resembles Lennox for some reason...

***********

On facebook, I saw one of my friends from high school was tagged in a video. Brian, whom you don't see very much of in this video, is an awesome violinist/musician. If you search for him, he's the asian dude closest to the celloists. It's not really 9 minutes long, they just have that for the credits. Enjoy:


There are asian chicks in the percussion section... *drool*

Then I peered back over onto facebook and saw Taka and Fishie commenting back and forth that there was a rain/hail/lightning storm outside. 

So I walked out onto my porch step to assess the situation. Sure, the asphalt was wet, but it could've been wetter if it were actually raining that hard. However, I did see the flashing spectacle I have never witnessed before. Every few seconds a stroke of lightning tore up the sky, illuminating the darkness created by its clouds. 

A battle against the titans if I ever did see one. XP

Monday, June 1, 2009

Summer Dreamscapes

Blog No. 152: Dreamscape, Summer Edition

You know, ever since summer started, I've been getting some weird dreams lately. Not so much Spors, (well maybe), but definitely weird dreams.

Here are a few:

~Mallet Trio~

Everything's black. I'm on a stage that looks like a giant checkerboard, as most of my dreams start out. Then I hear a sound. A musical, almost strumming noise from behind me. I saw myself, playing a marimba. What I played on the marimba at first seemed like scales, but when I listened closer it sounded more like a walking, repeating bass line.

Then I turned to my right and saw myself, again, but now I'm playing the vibraphone. The notes played on the vibes sounded like a sustained melody line, syncopating with the beat of the marimba music.

Then I turned right, again, and saw Taylor Lautner, Jacob Black in the movie Twilight, play the xylophone with the other mallet keyboards. The xylophone was playing rapid sixteenth-note Vs. eighth-note triplet part that countered the vibraphone melody. Who knew a Quileute werewolf could rip on the xylophone that fast! XP

Anyway, my perspective was looking back and forth between the two mes and Taylor, listening in on each keyboard. I walked backward to absorb the sound all together. Then I sat down on the white square where I stopped and just listened to the mallet keyboard trio, each playing with four mallets. At some point, they turned it up to six mallets, where they started juggling mallets as they hit the keys. There were also variations of the song that played through. Melodies were handed back and forth between the keyboardists, each part had a unique melody line fitting with their mallet keyboard. The entire thing reminded me of parts of background movie orchestra pieces. I could definitely tell where the Danny Elfman influence ended and where the John Williams influence kicked in.

Then I just laid back to look up at the sky, which was a starry night. While I heard the continuous music, I connected some of the stars together as they moved sporadically across the sky. I connected three dots and saw Kaylah's face for some reason... I also saw an eisel, a jackelope, a Professoressa Martinelli lecture, a cheeseburger, and a live Green Day concert.

That was pretty much it. I can still hear some of the music in my head and, I think, I can play parts of it, where one of the times I walked behind the mallet keyboardists.

~Memories of Dad~

At first it seemed like I was watching an old home movie. It was kinda black and white and etchy, once the two figures I was looking at walked from a checkerboard ground to a sandy white beach. The two figures was a small boy, walking with a taller man, which I assumed was the father. The smaller boy had a red frisbee disc in his hand. The way he walked was somewhat familiar, like he was balancing on a straight line, much like I did when I was little.

Then the boy looked up, his face looked like a prepubescent me with my old Sora-ish hair. The dream didn't show me who the dad was. It was like a montage in a movie, or any Peanuts comic strip, where the adult was partly there. All I saw were the man's calves, which were toned, and red swim trunks. I know it's not an actual memory because I literally didn't know a male adult when I was that age other than either of my grandfathers, let alone ever went to the beach. However, I had a sense of nostalgia when I looked at that scene...

I felt a chilling breeze blow in my face and I was jerked back into "reality" where I was laying down on a beach, back to POV perspective in adult form. I looked up and saw I was at the same beach, only years later. I felt confused because I sensed it went from blazing sunny to overcast and stormy in a millisecond.

A woman screeched out from behind me, "THAT MAN IS DROWNING!"

I quickly looked up and saw a giant tidal wave, one someone would see on an episode of Rocket Power. I saw a flash of red in the water and felt myself mouthing the words, "My Dad, the professional surfer, is professionally drowning." Apparently, I shared a sarcastic relationship with my allstar surfing dad...

So I got up and ran to the ocean with Lauren Graham screaming in my head, "What the hell are you doing? You. Can't. Swim!" Which is true, but I didn't care. I tasted the salt and felt the cold as I swam closer and closer to the wave. My vision was foggy, not wet, but I had felt skin contact as I felt a torso hit my left shoulder. I grabbed on tight to that body and ran, fireman style, back to the shore, passing used grape Crush cans buried on the ground.

I laid my dad down on the beach and saw his face. I've been kinda picturing what my dad had looked like, what he looks like now, but in this dream I didn't see that face. I saw Dustin's. No wonder my dad's calves were toned... XP

I started CPR. I went through the entire process. Putting my head on his (HAIRY) chest, hearing no pulse... Pushing his sternum... Giving mouth to mouth... Then my head back on his chest and I heard a ka-THUMP along with ka-BLEGH where the head had spat out a mouthful of water. I ignored the ka-BLEGH because the ka-THUMP somehow was accompanied with the tone of a Windows Vista computer starting up.

The ambulance arrived on the beach with one of those gerneys. I helped them put Dad up on it and followed it to the truck, where I hitched a ride. I looked down, then I put my head back where Dad's heart was, images scrolling across my mind of the prepubescent David walking down the beach with half of Dad's body.

Then I looked up and I'm at the hospital, in a room that really matches Audrey's private room when Lennox was born. I looked up at my father's, (Dustin's), face and I saw his stubly face glow with a smile.

Dad said, "Still making sure it's there?"

I said, "Nah. I'm just listening to my new favorite sound in the world."

Heartwarming and kinda gay at the same time. XD

~A Paradox~

I look up from the black and white checkerboard grass as a red flying disc flies straight to my face.

I look up, again, with the red disc at hand, and chucked the frisbee across the green grassy field, where a tree had came to life and ran to go catch it. I also saw Difuntez, Taka, Terry, and Kaylah in my peripheral vision. I didn't think the live tree was weird because I partly knew that the tree running back towards me was JT. We were all playing a couple of rounds of Ultimate Frisbee. It was weird, because the perspective of the dream wasn't my perspective this time. It felt like I was actually watching a movie, where the film shots were intricate and edited. The montage of the ultimate frisbee match commenced with Anberlin playing in the background.

Anyway, once the match ended, I grabbed a bunch of water bottles for everyone. I threw one to Difuentez, whose skin was very reflective for some reason. I threw one to Taka, who was sporting her 3 ties and top hat. I threw one to JT, who wasn't as tree-ish as previously thought. Then I walked over to Kaylah and Terry to give them their waters. Kaylah then ran toward the parking lot, conveniently out of view, and we all had followed. Fade out.

Fade in to my house where we all walked in one by one, a different Anberlin song playing in the background. Apparently my house grew triple its size because everyone had a room here. The music was playing over a montage of bathroom scenes, with each one of us preparing for bed. It reminded me of that Listerine commercial, only we all weren't just using mouthwash. Then, one by one, we all went to our seperate rooms to sleep. Taka had a very pink room; Kaylah's was purple, of course; Mine was green. 

As the lights went out, Taka and I sneaked out of our rooms. In our hands we had shaving impliments. We were in the hallway where the master bedroom was, and Taka, with her red and silver polka-starred night cap, and I slid the double doors open. The doors apparently made a creaky sound as it slid along the carpet because the person's room we were sneaking into had made an audible snore that sounded like he was getting up. Once it stopped, we tip toed in. On the bed was JT, in his sky blue, sleeping sheep pajamas, sucking his thumb. Taka had applied some shaving cream to his very hairy face. 

I started shaving when Difuentez had busted through the doors; "Hey whaddarrya guys doing?"

Just then, a giant hand puppet of Lamb Chop, the sheep with no eye balls from an old kids show, crept from under JT's bed and ate Difuentez whole. It shook the bed and, still, JT didn't wake. You'd think feeling a sharp blade across your face alone would wake someone up. Not JT, apparently...

The noise of Difuentez's demise did wake up Kaylah and Terry as they ran into the room.

Terry screamed out "ROOT-uh-BEGGAH!" which did wake JT up, but it somehow turned Terry into Yowty.

JT rose from his bed, literally half of his face shaven. We all stepped back and, all of the sudden, the bottom of JT's bed glowed and howled a vicious wind. 

An NCIS commercial was inserted here. More or less this one:



Apparently, CBS is buying airtime in my subconscious. XD

~

Fade in to all of us in the living room, sitting on the floor surrounding a small table, clasping each other's hands with our eyes closed, except Yowty, who was petting a tiny, red, black-faced dragon. I dreamed the dragon before. The dragon could apparently change form from a dragon to a large, lime green marble. I named him Orville.

A few second later, Kaylah stood up and said, "So how the hell are we going to save Difuentez from the digestive system of a gigantic sheep puppet?"

We all shushed her, then turned to Yowty at the other end of the table. 

"It is simple." said Yowty, "We must go through the portal and come out with the keyblade at the other end."

"Can it be that simple?" I said, reflecting on how these random occuring events had just happened. "Where does the portal end?"

Then somehow I was upstairs the next second with a red frisbee disc. I arced my legs outward, almost doing the splits, and threw the disc under the bed. I pointed upward to the cieling, which got me out of doing the semi-split position I was in. 

Once I walked out to look over the railing to downstairs, I spotted the red disc on Yowty's face.

Then the half shaven JT stood and came up with a conclusion: "Somehow, the portal begins under my bed, then ends in Kaylah's... *cough* bosoms."

"Kaylah's BOOBS!" I had yelled out.

Zoom in to Kaylah's shocked face.

Then, Orville hacked up a cheeseburger on the table...

~

Fade in to upstairs in JT's room, where JT, Yowty and I were. Yowty, still with the disc on his face, was secured with bungee cords that somehow connected to the strings of the guitar in which JT and I were holding. 

Then the next shot took us downstairs. Kaylah was posing with her bust out, while Taka was staring intently and rather closely at it as if looking at a hypnodisc. There were a few close ups of Kaylah's cleavage and Taka's hypnotized face.

Back upstairs, JT and I grasped the neck of the guitar in our hands while Yowty crawled down to under JT's bed. As Yowty disappears, flashing lights and more wind were eminating from the bed as the KT Tunstall song "Hold On" was playing in the background.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Nonsense! This will go splendidly!" JT said in a swashbuckling fashion as he stroked his face. He jumped when he noticed that one side of his face was cleanly shaven while the other was still poking out little curly hairs. "Do you mind explaining this to me?"

"I very much do, frankly."

"Oh, well I don't mean to offend."

Suddenly, a bigger gust of wind blew in our faces accompanied with splats of green slime.

"I'm so blogging this when I get up."

Downstairs, we still see close ups going back and forth of Kaylah's cleavage and Taka's face. Then, suddenly, a key hole glowed on Kaylah's chest. Taka let out an ooooooh as an end of a giant key slowly slides out from Kaylah's bosoms. The keyblade stopped halfway for 20 seconds. I knew because Taka counted it out aloud. Then the keyblade had quickly burst out, like a missle from a rocket launcher, hitting Taka point blank in the face, forcing her to fall backward.

Kaylah started to bend over to rub Taka's forehead, where a giant red "X" has appeared, when a skinny tan arm clasped onto Kaylah's face. Kaylah could only let out muffled yelps as the asian hand grabbed all over her face. Taka, once her head stopped spinning, tugged onto Yowty's forearm.

In JT's room, JT and I were tugging harder to the guitar to the point where I was using the bed as support and JT had elongated himself across the room, grasping onto the tuning keys.

"It shouldn't be this hard to pull an asian who weighs as much as a phonebook!"

"This must be some heavy phonebook! Maybe he's got Difuentez?"

"The albino twig? The phone book and a kajillion albino twigs wouldn't be this hard to pull!"

Suddenly, the guitar pulled with jet engine force as JT and I were sucked into the portal.

Downstairs, Taka was still tugging her brother's arm when a bright light illuminated Kaylah's boobies. In a split second, Yowty, with the red disc inserted in his head like a coin in a piggy bank, shot out of Kaylah's chest, clinging onto a curled up Difuentez for dear life, dragging along his life line where JT and I were still holding onto the guitar at the other end. It happened so quick, but it happened in my dream in fifty different angles, at different speeds. I could see Yowty with his arm out like a soaring Superman, holding on to his Lois Lane. Kaylah arced her back backward to make the rope create a perfect arc as Yowty flew across the living room. I could also see the excruciated faces of JT and I as we were pulled out from between Kaylah's knockers. Of course, in slapstick style, we all directly landed on Taka.

It ended with Taka, picking herself up, saying "I wonder what would happen if Kaylah crawled under JT's bed?"

JT and I said it at the same time. "A paradox of boobage."

FIN.

~

So yeah... Weird dreams... XP

Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Twilight Saga Continues

Blog No. 151: Sundays

I woke up to a text from Audrey, saying that, "John made you breakfast. It's in the microwave downstairs."

Aw, that was nice of him!

What I found was a plate of pancakes, bacon, and scambled eggs. These eggs were different from the eggs that I cooked, on the count that it had "egg crumbs" and had no shredded cheese in it, but still it was good nonetheless, (once I smothered it with cheese to put my mind at ease. :P).

The rest of the day was spent doing some of the same boring things. Logging on to myspace/facebook for updates. Blasting random songs from my playlist and singing to them as loud as I want. Some video game time, although I'm starting to replay old ones and either I need to get new ones or I need to get the game systems out of my room so that I can sleep. I haven't really had much strive to come up with anything yet to do... 

I actually saw the New Moon "exclusive clip"/official trailer. I posted it here for your convenience:



Hmm. Not a bad trailer, really. Very theatrical. XP

I actually saw it while tuning in to the MTV Movie Awards. All the girls screeched and orgasmed when they saw the half naked Taylor Lautner for that split second. It was pretty much what you'd expect, a generation of teenagers calling all the shots. It might as well have been a show worshipping Twilight, seeing as that movie pretty much won all the awards they were nominated for... Kristen Stewart's acceptance speech just really shows how awkward she is... I guess they did cast the perfect girl for the role...

...

Jim Carrey's acceptance speech was funny though... Very entertaining...

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You know how bored I am when I turn on those mindless channels, like MTV... I feel dirty for having said that...

*shudders*