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The corner store is burning its garbage again. Why do people aound here always have to burn things? Stupid pyromaniacs. It smells so freaking bad. It's either garbage, or grass and leaves from the people behind us. Gosh darn you, neighbours! Stop polluting my house!
Let's see if I can remember last night's dream... I know I was at the UofC again, and I ended up in their library. I was looking at their discounted books, and there were some really weird ones (including one that I found in my bedroom yesterday called Zarkon Lord of the Unknown: Nemesis of Evil). I went outside, and it was like the balcony of this one mall I went to in NYC on my senior trip, only it was (of course) in Chicago instead. I walked down to the outside, and found myself in this hotel room where I supposedly had just watched an episode of the Simpsons with my sister. We walked out into the streets (it was NYC again, apparently) of what seemed to be Chinatown. We walked around and talked about how much like the episode this was, so we decided to act it out. We walked into this big pet store owned by a bunch of scary people that appeared to be gangsters. They had a lot of really strange fish, including lots of different tiny (yet very agressive) sharks. In one tank, there were all sort of angler fish and strange things that only exist at the bottom of the sea. I told my sister about which ones I wanted, including this strange brown one with glowing eyes that always watched you. We walked out of the store, and decided to head toward Kennywood like everyone else had (I guess we were at Six Flags, now..). We decided to go on this big blue roller coaster at the corner of the park before you could cross into Kennywood first. We were going to go over and get slushies, but there was a big slushie stand on our side, so we were wandering around between the line and the stand when my mom's friend from Kentucky came over. We went over into Kennywood and there was this big show by Second City (oh! back in Chicago now, we are). I had to go find my aunt, but I couldn't drive my car through all the barriers. I eventually came through the wrong way, and finally got to her. I kept calling her by the wrong name, and then talking about how I had a sophomore friend by the same name. I took her back to the place where the show was on my bicycle, which I crashed into a few barriers that I couldn't get it through. She got off, and I carried it over to my mom who told me that I would never be allowed to drive again. Everyone was eating snacks, and I was starving for some doughnuts, but for some reason I didn't take any.
I'm not sure why I ended up in two different cities, and two amusement parks that I'd never been to. Or why being in Chinatown in NYC was exactly like an episode of the Simpsons that I never saw. The most vivid part was the NYC part, though. And the book store with Zarkon. I did sit down and read the book, just because it was something that I hadn't read before. It was written in such an insane style... uber-verbose and almost like my pseudo-novel that I've completely lost the thread of. I left it off right at the beginning of a new "chapter," with an intro about super powers. I've got no idea where I was going with it, and I can't find my paper-draft anywhere to give me a clue. I'm thinking that perhaps I'll have to go back and re-read it, and decide again where I want to take it from there. The last chapter involves Bush, a mental hosipital, Grammies filled with banana pudding, and lots of.. well, strange things. Me and my bizarre stories. I wish I could get back into it. Maybe if I get myself into the style of the Zarkon story (I keep thinking Zarquon..) I could pass my way into it again, and then go back and edit my atrocities. What did I mean with the super powers chapter? What??
My feet are freezing, but the cat is laying just above them and I don't want to kick him off. I wonder if I could will some socks to come to me... It's fun to poke this LCD screen. It looks like waves. Maybe I shouldn't keep poking it like that... it isn't likely they'd fix it if the problem came from me poking the screen and laughing at it. hehehe
Let's see if I can remember last night's dream... I know I was at the UofC again, and I ended up in their library. I was looking at their discounted books, and there were some really weird ones (including one that I found in my bedroom yesterday called Zarkon Lord of the Unknown: Nemesis of Evil). I went outside, and it was like the balcony of this one mall I went to in NYC on my senior trip, only it was (of course) in Chicago instead. I walked down to the outside, and found myself in this hotel room where I supposedly had just watched an episode of the Simpsons with my sister. We walked out into the streets (it was NYC again, apparently) of what seemed to be Chinatown. We walked around and talked about how much like the episode this was, so we decided to act it out. We walked into this big pet store owned by a bunch of scary people that appeared to be gangsters. They had a lot of really strange fish, including lots of different tiny (yet very agressive) sharks. In one tank, there were all sort of angler fish and strange things that only exist at the bottom of the sea. I told my sister about which ones I wanted, including this strange brown one with glowing eyes that always watched you. We walked out of the store, and decided to head toward Kennywood like everyone else had (I guess we were at Six Flags, now..). We decided to go on this big blue roller coaster at the corner of the park before you could cross into Kennywood first. We were going to go over and get slushies, but there was a big slushie stand on our side, so we were wandering around between the line and the stand when my mom's friend from Kentucky came over. We went over into Kennywood and there was this big show by Second City (oh! back in Chicago now, we are). I had to go find my aunt, but I couldn't drive my car through all the barriers. I eventually came through the wrong way, and finally got to her. I kept calling her by the wrong name, and then talking about how I had a sophomore friend by the same name. I took her back to the place where the show was on my bicycle, which I crashed into a few barriers that I couldn't get it through. She got off, and I carried it over to my mom who told me that I would never be allowed to drive again. Everyone was eating snacks, and I was starving for some doughnuts, but for some reason I didn't take any.
I'm not sure why I ended up in two different cities, and two amusement parks that I'd never been to. Or why being in Chinatown in NYC was exactly like an episode of the Simpsons that I never saw. The most vivid part was the NYC part, though. And the book store with Zarkon. I did sit down and read the book, just because it was something that I hadn't read before. It was written in such an insane style... uber-verbose and almost like my pseudo-novel that I've completely lost the thread of. I left it off right at the beginning of a new "chapter," with an intro about super powers. I've got no idea where I was going with it, and I can't find my paper-draft anywhere to give me a clue. I'm thinking that perhaps I'll have to go back and re-read it, and decide again where I want to take it from there. The last chapter involves Bush, a mental hosipital, Grammies filled with banana pudding, and lots of.. well, strange things. Me and my bizarre stories. I wish I could get back into it. Maybe if I get myself into the style of the Zarkon story (I keep thinking Zarquon..) I could pass my way into it again, and then go back and edit my atrocities. What did I mean with the super powers chapter? What??
My feet are freezing, but the cat is laying just above them and I don't want to kick him off. I wonder if I could will some socks to come to me... It's fun to poke this LCD screen. It looks like waves. Maybe I shouldn't keep poking it like that... it isn't likely they'd fix it if the problem came from me poking the screen and laughing at it. hehehe
