Sanity, Music, Luck, and Distance: My Painting

Alright, so are you curious about what's going on in my life? ARE YOU? Well, I'll just tell you some of the recent things that have happened that either I found funny or note worthy. So, as usual my day began with waking up, showering and going to Psychology.

Psychology is weird. He far too easily sways to the conversations of the students whoa sk completely irrelavent questions that usually I don't want to know the answer to. Example: "Hey teacher, can you explain in detail how exactly I would test if men or women get a sex drive faster?" After a long winded conversation of exactly the things they do, which are nasty and deal with nasty things, he informs that they actually get a sex drive at the same pace. GREAT! I hope that changed the life of students everywhere, because that answer will change the very fabric of humanity.

Today, it was about dreams when the lesson was about Arousal (how awake you are). If you've ever even talked to your friends about dreams, you'll know that the conversation will go on forever. The end answer is: You simply can't judge anything about dreams. What they do, what they mean, how they work, YOU CANNOT ANSWER IT. And frankly, who cares? Dreams do what they do and whether it effects you or not, you will have dreams, so yay!

After that, it was time for my story about luck. And what is my lucky moment? I didn't do any of my reading for a quiz today in British Literature, which I was rather panicked about. But guess what? We did an open book quiz because she had to leave early. Victory. Victory for me! I'll try to not procrostinate my next assignment. Maybe.

Last, I spent the rest of my victorious day writing and finishing a six page short story I'm entering for a scholarship about the Cthulu Mythos and a man who falls asleep to a horrifying city. I might post it after it's been corrected a ton. I also bought the song: "Love the Way You Lie" (clean version of course) and thought in a very paranoid way about the distance between me and another and what could happen when I'm not there to be with them when they need me, want me, ect. and how I can't be there when I need them and want them. Yeah, i'm deep! Well, that's all for now! Jaa Matta.

Dream Analysis

Have you ever had a really realistic and completely terrifying dream? I don't get em often, but if I was gonna say which dreams I remember most, it's one were my brother becomes possessed by fungus, and two in which black people with guns find some sort of entertainment and in chasing me and attempting to splatter my brains across a wall. It's always an apocalypse looking moment too and I'm always very terrified. However, in the first dream, two people I know got shot down, and in this more recent one, nobody got shot, yet I was more terrified.

Maybe that's because I was alone...does that mean I'm a selfish jerk? Perhaps. So how should I think about this? My dreams are telling me that I'm selfish, that my friends and parents don't exist, and I'm racist, thinking that all black people want to kill me. Hahahaha!

As the dream was more fresh this moring, in the shower, I half conciously thought about not going to Tai Chi, or getting my hair cut because both of those locations were in my dream. I almost got the crap shot out of me at the Hair Cut place and TAi Chi is where it began...I think. So, I very much considered not going like it was some sort of revelation. I'm paranoid. But I'll be going, so if I end up getting shot, all I got to say is: I totally called that. :D

Btw, I'm not racist. If you're black, I still love you, even if my dreams tell me to run away! <3

Hey! Check out my other blog for a full summary of this dream and other more serious things! http://zaridia.tumblr.com/

The Dangers of Packaging Systems

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If there is a single bad habit that I have developed over the year, it is most definitaly that I love to buy packages and hate to wait for them. Why is this such a bad habit? Well first of all it drains funds for things I likely don't need. After that, my mood gets increasingly worse as I don't have the package! It drains my life so much with the desire for the package, that by the time I have the package, it's not fulfilling at all, and then I must punish myself with guilt trips.

Speaking of complaining about money, I have none! I work for Old Navy which is awesome because I get to randomly dance around while folding clothes, however it takes time away from personal life and also from homework time. So I am suddenly being crushed by financial issues, while trying to earn money so I don't have to worry about that and then in result neglecting my schooling giving me bad grades which is wasting money so I get more worried about money and then by the time I'm done I have no sleep and no personal life!

IT SUCK!

Well, that's all for now kids.

Welcome to the Creeper Cult

I have increasingly noticed as the days go by that something awful is happening in my complex.
Something...sinister.
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It's actually blatantly obvious. Anyone with eyes could see.

The pool at my complex is a convergence spot for Creepers. Definition of Creeper: Someone who practices the arts of Creepery. And there are many who fit into this catagory at my apartment complex. First of all, one of the things you should know about my apartments is there is the "Light Side" and the "Dark Side". It recieved this nickname due to the sun always shining over on the "Light Side" and it never really being on "Dark Side." I live in Dark Side which surprisingly seems safer as the "Light Side" happens to have the pool and in that package deal you get the Creepers too.

I was sitting out in the sun yesterday by the pool with my friend Cara and my other friend Cara #2 (Yeah, I know, confusing.) I sit there, typing away at my computer and logging onto my usual sites when I look up to see one of the many sub category's to creeper.

Sub Categories:
Stalker
Pervert
Awkward Person
(Who knows when more will show up)

And much like pokemon they evolve from Stalker to Murderer, Pervert to Rapist, and Awkward Person to Menace and before you know it, they'll be breaking into your window and sacrificing you to their Creeper Gods.

So, the sub category we got on that specific pool day was "Pervert." It's some guy who seems to be autistic and first sight, but rumors have spread that he uses that excuse to touch girls. I totally believe it. Although he may act autistic, he doesn't show any of the physical traits found in most autistic people. But Autistic or not, he shouldn't walk up and touch Cara #2's butt. Which he did. So we fled immediately and now he has deemed himself as a Creeper.

In all honesty I don't even think he's living in our apartment complex. He just enjoys finding victims here. So I'm gonna lock my doors.

The Third Son :)