Stupid Trolling Brain

Last night I had a few dreams. They were interesting, to say the least. My dreams usually are. This time, I was at a school function of some kind, but I wasn't actually a student there. Everyone was wearing a red polo shirt as the uniform top, with khaki pants (I think they were Khakis). Anyhow, as people were shuffling from class to class (this was more like a high school type-shindig), I noticed an old friend of mine, who is actually on her mission now. We'll call her Shelly. I was surprised to see her, and she me. Anyhow, suddenly two people showed up around Shelly, apparently oblivious to the fact that I was standing and talking to her. They began to be awful to her, calling her names and attempting to steal her backpack, likely to dump out its contents or whatever bullies do. She was almost in tears, so I stepped into the middle of the chaos and commanded them to leave her the heck alone. I grabbed one of the bully's faces and told them-- and I quote-- "If you mess with her again, I'm going to punch your teeth once for every tear you've made her cry."

So turns out I'm kind of a BAMF in my dreams. (I'm assuming BAMF means Battle Axe Master Fighter. Definitely.)

Then I had another dream. This time, I was playing some bizarre Mario game, and I was in this level that was only a screen wide. I had a P-Wing at the time, and I started flying. As I passed up in the clouds (this level was set at nighttime), I noticed that Mario could go behind some of them. Unfortunately, I exited the screen a little too quickly. It immediately played the level again, but this time I was Bowser. He could still fly, but his sprite was all corrupted when it was supposed to display the "flying" animation. Sure enough, flying behind the clouds led to a secret world. I knew because a Lakitu showed up with a fishing pole to take me to another world.

I felt pretty cool.

Then my alarm went off.

Because I was still somewhat in dreaming mode, I was hearing a radio show that was telling me that my alarm clock was malfunctioning and now going off in shorter intervals. So, because I couldn't tell the difference between dreaming and reality, I quickly hit the snooze button, believing that it would go off every five minutes instead of every ten. Then it was 6:27AM, and I needed to leave by 6:30 to make it to my class on time.

Stupid trolling brain.

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KLNAHRR: The Revenge!

Hello all! It's been a long time since I blogged. Truthfully, I have some material that I COULD publish, but I find myself either deciding not to because they are a tad too personal or that nobody would want to read it. (Both?) As it goes, a lot has happened to me since the last time I blogged, but I don't really want to give a recap; there's a lot of stuff there I don't want to remember. I've taken a few steps forward, but quite a few steps back. I think I know where I'm going, and I know I have a long way to go before becoming who I should be. Maybe I'll compose those thoughts and compile them here, who knows? In the mean time, let's give my bloggity-blargh a little love with some lyrics I wrote around 5 years ago... I'm not super happy with them; they could be a lot better (i.e. they could actually be structured in a way that would make lyrics POSSIBLE*). But I will present them to you here and now!**

PENCIL PERFECT

Here I am sketching down the

black and white fantasies and then

doodling the future 'bout us

erasing here and there

it's not getting anywhere

Do you even care?

Can't get the picture right

of you cryin' in the night

or us dancing in the light

More than I can bear

all the simple lines

of your long hair

it's all there

CHORUS

It's not quite right

I'll try again

the black, the grey, the white

a simple pen

Take your time

I'll take mine

I'm feeling just fine, just fine, just fine

I don't mind.

There you are. I don't know how

you're feeling 'bout my masterpiece

It's got it all--

winter, summer, spring and fall

What we plan to do

when it's said and done

we will have our laughs and have our fun

Should I erase it?

Should I just trace it?

Or misplace it?

CHORUS

It's turning out, well

not what I'd planned

what's there in my head's

not in my hand

I draw you laughing

can't hear you though

I draw us about to touch

like you don't know, don't know, don't know

Take it slow

BRIDGE

Can't quite recreate the past or

give an accurate pencil prediction

I'm working on a blank page

on our monochromatic stage

This picture's gonna take awhile

so don't ever ever stop your smile

CHORUS

Won't turn out perfect

it never will

that's just the curse of

the ink and quill

It's finally finished

it took some time

it's not perfect, but to me it's fine

just fine, just fine

This picture of us

all drawn by me

on top of mountains

or by the sea

is where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be

Pencil Perfect __________

(Note: when this song was written, it was written with two names in mind that ended in an "ee" sound and had three syllables. Knowledge is POWER)

* If anyone WANTS to make this song-able, feel free. It's not copyrighted or anything.

** Some lyrics were just too stupid to reproduce here.

Until next time!