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Well here’s a weird as hell dream I had last night…it was something more of the nightmare persuasion… but it was still funnier then Frathnic anyways. Here we go, because I just cracked open a red stripe and it feels good! So far…

I was in an office like thingy… oh screw it. I was in the A.S.B office, just surfing the web, writing an article for the local college paper when Armando appears out of no where, or was it Carmen? I can’t remember. And no I’m not obsessed. I’m just writing what I remember. Anyways, I think I was writing a paper on what I knew about her. But she was there just kinda floating around. So I asked her “What’s going on?” and she didn’t really say anything… so I’m like “ok.” So then I go back to writing, THEN Armando shows up, asking a bunch of questions, like “What’s the paper on? How’s everything going? Do you realize your scaring the crap out of the tall midget next to you?” I answered “yes, yes, and no.” although it didn’t really answer any of his questions, I was more then happy to divulge some of the more interesting aspects of everything in the universe.

And that is when shit got freaky.

First off, a hole opened up in the Frathnicing thing and a giant hand popped out and smacked in the face and then disappeared. And there’s Carmen who is just sitting there like some freaky little devil doll with a twisted little smile. Needless to say, I got sick of that and turned her butt into a muffin. Upon which the local geese patrol decided to munch on muffin butt for a while, although her legs fell off and ran off by them selves. And then she promptly disappeared.

Next was the fact that I suddenly remembered a lot of things I wasn’t able to previously. Red stripe is a good thing at 11:04 in the morning. Anyways, shit got really freaky at this point in time. An old flame of mine, Candice Mitchell… well wasn’t really a flame, more like a lit candle that got blown out before the wick was lit. Anyways, she took Carmen’s place. I was kinda weirder out by that particular fact. Eh go figure. But I was almost done with the paper and she decided to unplug the damned thing. And I was like “HEY! WTF DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” and she was like “Well, you aren’t supposed to finish it.” “What?” she said I wasn’t supposed to finish the paper or else some serious shit would go down in the waking world. Whatever the Frathnic that meant. I’m slightly buzzed at the moment. That’s when I woke up, decided to get drunk and write this thing.

Here’s something to think about. I want to talk to Carmen… yeah… that’s going to be a barrel of laughs right there. Me? Talk to her? Why should I have any reason to? Oh well, its not important to me anymore. After every thing’s taken care of and done, I will be out of here. Yes I know mom can read my blogs… whatever, not like it’s going to change how I write. Speaking of which, I’m going to go off and speak a little on the matter. She’s been getting on my nerves a little. Not much, just enough for me to go “Oh, she’s getting on my nerves.” and that’s about it. I love her, she’s my mom on all… but… I’m kinda getting a bit tired of everything that’s going on… hmm… just the beer talking I guess.

Anyways, lets see what else I can conjure up here. Heena… well… she’s freaking adorable. I bet she could fit in my gig-bag… I wonder. L.O.L, sorry bout that, just a random thought, ended up being more like a black and white movie where Snidely ties the gal up and she’s on the rail road tracks. “I’ll save you!” then comes Dudley Do Right and that’s going to be a fun little experience right there. I’m typing with out looking at the keys I’m hitting … this has been a fun little trip for me. Anyways… where the hell was I?

Heena. Right. Well I don’t know much about her other then she’s got a good head on her shoulders, she tolerates me… so I guess that a good thing. Although I can be a little irritating some times. Another thing I know about her is that she’s got a sister, and she is a looker as well. But I rarely see her any more and it’s a bummer to say the least. Kinda liked Poona. But chances are she’s taken, or would rather be friends then anything else. Ok heartbreak city here I come! Yee haw!

Well, what else can I write about, my little mini series, “Sarah Di Le Sogno Dinastia: Divertente Di Le Amuleto” is coming to a closer soon. Going to end it at part ten, and then I’ll transfer it to word, fix that bad boy up and do something with it. It’s up to around five pages right now. So that’s going to be something to look forward to.

Sarah… well lets see here. What’s new with her? Well, were friends and even in this slightly inebriated state of mine, I still won’t reveal something personal she told me. Why? Because I just don’t want to. She is hot though I will admit that. Though the more I think about it, I can’t really say I see myself with her… which is why were friends. Because anymore would screw that up and shit would get awkward really fast. Besides, I’m a man of my word and I always keep my end of an agreement. Most of the time.

I saw two women kiss a while back…. or it might’ve been yesterday, I can’t remember. But it was an interesting site to see. Didn’t really move me too much other then the usual, “oh snap, two gals kissing. Whatever.” but then again, I’ve seen Zingy and his boyfriend kissing… so its not really that much different. Except for the slight feeling of W.T.F from time to time. But you learn something new everyday.

As for myself? Well…. ho hum. My days are pretty much the same. Get up, get ready, grab lunch and get out the door. Walk to the college, get honked at a couple of times, by passing drivers, get to the college, scarf something down, wander around for a bit till class starts, go to class. Get out of class, go to the A.S.B office, hang out there for a couple of minutes in stupefying silence and do my thing. Sometimes log on to myspace and see what’s going on there. Go to another class, and then another, depending on the day. Get out of class; hang out with a friend to wait for her dad to pick her up. Then walk home in a slightly good mood till I get home. Because that’s where the fun really starts.

And that the whole point today, you have fun no matter what’s going on. You cant go around all day feeling sorry for yourself because some watery tart a couple years back freaks out about something or other…. and this blogs getting really long. Which is actually a good thing. So what’s the actual amount of useful information you’ll get out me today? Well I still have a sixth of red stripe left in the bottle. So it could be really interesting to say the least.

As for the army and everything? Still doing it. I’m not going to get cold feet on this one, hell no. I refuse to stay somewhere where I’ll eventually in the long run go insane from the stress. Or get so totally depressed that I’ll end up offing myself. Although its not that bad to tell the truth. Just on the days where I have a really awesome day and I’m feeling grand at the college, and I also happen to have a really good supply of chocolate on hand to keep my ass happy and the rest of me slightly chipper. But not too chipper.

On the more confusing note, I think I still might like the little dream mare. No. Yes… only as friends though… or not… who the Frathnic knows in this day and age, I think that’s another reason I want to get out of here so badly, to get away room the Frathnicing heart break I have every single time I see her. Although its more or less funnier then hell.

Well, I’ve started to sing again, and I’m doing a really good job of it too. I’m jamming with Zech, a friend of mine I met a while back. He’s in a band and its all fine! Well I can’t think of anything else to write at the moment so I’ll end it here, talk to you later!

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