JPark Avenue

When you're lonely, I will be lonely too.

2010-01-19T19:13:00.001-08:00

"They are the kings, they are the queens, they write the history of the kingdom, and I am something of a devoted jester."

"It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond, or the lie I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image, without our projection, without the spiritual hologram of who we percieve ourselves to be, or rather to become in the future. When you are lonely, I'll be lonely too, and this is The Fame."

I am in such a strange mood. I have been reading all this stuff about sleep, and the levels of sleep, and I decided I need more REM sleep. Dreaming is good. But MAN did I have one hell of a nightmare two nights ago? Let me tell you all about it.

It was a zombie apocalypse. And damn my friends who are obsessed with zombies. Damn them. Anyway. The zombie apocalypse started. Zombies everywhere, blood, gore, the whole nine yards. The strangest part of it, the whole thing started at my house. The source of the entire thing was some strange dark entity emanating from my basement. And it sent all these little black squishy balls up through the floor. The little squishy things then grew into things, like humans, animals, ect. But black. And zombiefied. I can remember stepping on them. Well, there were all sorts of zombies outside of my house. And then my grandma goes full out ALBUS DUMBLEDORE on their fuckin' asses and torches every last one of them. Just like Dumbledore did in the Half Blood Prince. Amazing, right?

After that, a few days had past with no disturbances in our area. Then, more black squishy things appeared. And one took the form of a dog. Which bit me and left a big gash in my thumb. After burning all of them, I had to first stick my thumb in a cup of bleach, then in some kind of lighter fluid-ish substance, and THEN I had to take a lighter to it, letting the flames flow through my veins so I would not become infected.

That is all I remember. This dream was absolutely horrifying. I never want to have a dream like that agian, as long as I live.

As far as my mood goes... Well.. Thats a subject thats always here and there. But I have been in this horrible slump, beginning to think I'll never find a mate. Also, work isn't making things any better at all. Thats another subject ENTIRELY.

I'll post more later. Thats all.

Her heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine.

2010-01-16T20:48:00.001-08:00

So. I'm almost all better. Eating solid foods again, and SMOKING! Yay. I am still a little paranoid about dry socket, however.

Jolea and I are having a twitter war, apparently. Whoever gets to 1,000 tweets first is the winner. And I do not plan on losing. Tomorrow, my plans consist of:

Wakin' up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy.
Getting ready.
Spending the day with Lou, talkin' shit, probably.

Sounds fun, right? I think it does.

In other news, I just got back from my vacation at work, and I must say I didn't wanna go back. But after having two weeks off, who would? Especially in January. The mall is pretty slow. I mean slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Thats all for now, I think.

One last thought, I absolutely can not get enough of All Time Low's song "Toxic Valentine." Listen to it, and bask it its awesomeness.

peace.

So. I'm still alive.

2010-01-12T10:02:00.000-08:00

Post wisdom teeth surgery really, really blows. I am absolutely STARVING, and the only things I want are steak, chicken alfredo, ribs and lil' smokies. Shit.

There are only a couple things that do not suck about this. Numero uno. Zero swelling. Thats pretty cool, considering I expected to look like a chipmunk with its mouth full. Second, the no smoking thing is going MUCH better than I expected. Hey, I might even be able to quit. Who knows.

Thats all I feel like talking about until I can eat some solid food.

Just some odds and ends.

2010-01-10T11:38:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to make a few predictions about 2010.

Failed attempt to assassinate President Obama.
Eclipse will break every record for box office sales.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will give Meyer a run for her money.
Economy should be all better.

Thats all for those. Now, moving right along. I think I need to shovel food down my face, because I can't eat or drink anything past 8:00PM. I'm having my wisdom teeth cut out tomorrow morning, bright and early. What a way to say "Fuck you, your vacation is over." Sooo not looking forward to that.

I think I'm going to get a tattoo soon. Possibly a Slytherin one. Maybe the "Mischief Managed" one, or even the whole rose-rosary-latin idea. Who knows? I don't.

Yeahhhh... about that whole food-shoveling idea.. I'm all about that right now.

First Blog.

2010-01-10T10:03:00.000-08:00

Well. First off, let me start with how my night went. Shitty.

I go to Texas Roadhouse with my family for my aunt Robin's 50th birthday. Not fun.
I come home after stuffing myself with a RED steak that I ordered to be well done. The fucker was bloodier than the Holocaust.
After driving to the mall to pick up Mandy's paycheck, I get home and get ready to go out to the bar. Can't find my ID. Great.
Find my ID. Get to the Goal Rush. Had a bit too much to drink. But don't I always?
End up at my friend Tiffany's house. Can't sleep because of all the monster and vodka I drank. Not to mention Travis snores like a bear in hibernation.

That was my night, in a nutshell. I had a real blast. Though Betsy really got under my skin. Nothing out of the ordinary. Now I am home, and I think (I hope) that all of the liquor shits are gone.

I think I drink too much.

Note to self. No more drinking. Until payday.