The Dove and the Ant

An Ant, going to a river to drink, fell in, and was carried along in the stream. A Dove, pitied her condition, and threw into the river a small bough, by means of which the Ant gained the shore. The Ant, afterward, seeing a man with a fowling-piece aiming at the Dove, stung him in the foot sharply, and made him miss his aim, and so saved the Dove's life.

I made the snow.

I know, to most it sounds completely insane but, I brought the snow to our little town today. Not by some force of magic, nor did I lasso some clouds or anything like that. In actuality the snow was probably coming whether I knew it or not, but I'd like to feel like at least some of the reason for its occurrence is due to me.

And it's not the first time either, back at school the night that my life basically got flipped turn upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

But seriously, it always involves her. And it always involves days that I tell her to come visit... but I don't want to see her. And last time it didn't work, and it led to another year of both of us being unhappy. I hope the snow works this time.

I can't believe I never saw this before...

The End

Sometimes I just feel like I'd be happier not here. Not there. Not anywhere.

Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel.

The end.

I hate "Happy Holidays"

Seriously, this is the worst phrase ever... it's like that whole you can't bring cupcakes to school bullshit because one kid in your class is a fatty! Well, they need to do what we did and make fun of Eddie Mann.

Happy Holidays is just some lame excuse for some piss poor soccer mom to make a scene because she didn't get prom queen and now she's a giant attention whore in hopes of rekindling her high school years. Well to you I say, way to ruin it for everyone cunt.

And no, this is not an antisemetic view. When Hanukkah becomes the festival of "kill people over Tickle-Me-Elmo dolls" instead of the Festival of Lights then we can start saying Happy Holidays. But until then, wish everyone a Merry Christmas because after the shit they went through in the malls to get their little Suzy a Barbie doll she wanted, Lord only knows they need to be wished a Merry something... else they may wind up shoving good old Barbie down Suzy's throat when Suzy breaks Grandpa's needlessly expensive and delicate glass fishing rod.

And none of this Happy Christmas either, we're in America thank you very much. Not some confused on which holiday is which country.
Happy Hannukah <- notice the illiteration.
Merry Christmas <- Happy was already taken.
Care-free Christmas <- More illiteration... I think it works, go with that.

In closing, I would like to point out also... that Kwanza is not a real holiday.


So Merry Christmas everyone. And Happy Hanukkah for the next like week.

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I have been great for 3 days, now I am not.

I feel worse than I have in a very long time. I do not even want to move right now. I tried to eat to stop this sinking feeling in my stomach, ate ravioli and spat it out. I don't really know why I am even typing this... because I'm sure no one wants to hear about how depressed I am. I just felt like you all deserved to know why I am such a shit if I decide to come out at all over the next couple weeks. But chances are I'll just be going to work and staying home.

We all have our problems, and I'm not trying to sound like mine are the worst in the world, because they're not. But we all deal with shit differently, and maybe some of you would've been fine with the shit I've put up with in my life... but I'm not. And to have someone who you thought was better than that, throw things about your past that they know upsets you in your face as ammunition for an argument is really unforgivable.

But there's some things I just don't want to hear. And there's some things I just don't want to remember. And to be reminded of how worthless I was to the one person in this world who should love me unconditionally, especially in a time where I've driven the second person of that same criteria to the brink of a similar act, has just put me in a place where I really don't want to be.

/sigh

Tonight we chilled at Briana's for quite some time, and it was pretty fun. Afterward I took Will back home, and returned to the same street that Briana's house is on... but I did not go to Briana's house.

At this point I would like to apologize for what I am about to do, but I have reached rock bottom here. I have just been lectured at 5:30 in the morning about how much of a fuck up I am, and I have finally decided that my dad is pretty much right. I'm quite possibly the biggest waste of space ever. So here goes my possibly overtly offensive / egotistical / misery burdened rant:

Which I decided not to do, since I got my IPod back!! Woootaru go me!

I'm in a really good mood today, mostly because of that.. also because snow is fucking great. I stood outside of work looking at it for like 20 minutes before I actually went inside today.

However, I have decided also, that when I am in a good mood the rest of the world around me is pissed off at something or another. And when I am sad, everyone is normal.

Lucid Dream

Last night I had quite possibly the coolest dream ever. It started off as a huge like dance party around an 18-wheeler. After all it was a dream, something had to be completely ridiculous heh. So everyone around the truck's smoking weed, drinking beer, and whatever when I see Andrew and Sean off to the distance. They look mischievous so obviously I go over to see what's up.

"Yeah man, I got Lucy," is the first thing I hear when I walk over to the pair.

After a bit of talking Andrew says something about how he got it from some kid in his English class that does a lot of Meth. Yada yada etc. The three of us dose like 10 tabs each or something ridiculous, and we're having a blast when all of a sudden the people in the crowd around us start acting strangely. They're dancing similarly to the Nobodies from KH2, which could just be a new dance you know... but the wierd part of it all is there faces start to disappear from the nose back.

At this point all three of us start to see this happening and we flip out because we think the world is ending or some such nonsensical thing. So we run to a house that I've never seen before in my life, and lock ourselves in this like playroom in the back of the house. There's a small table with exactly 3 chairs and coloring books, blocks, basically everything a little kid room would have.

In this room we finish out our trip doing things with the toys, drawing crazy pictures that none of us could ever feasibly draw, until Liz Day opens the door and is like, "What the fuck are you guys doing?" We're all like "LIZ NO! Don't come in here, close the door you'll disappear!"

It was around this point that I started drawing one of the pictures from this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GodCbdcB9IU which is when I realized I was dreaming. After the picture was done was when the dream became really cool. I was able to distort the room to look like whatever I wanted it to, I could create food and other items, Andrew and Sean watched in amazement as I walked on the ceiling and teleported from corner to corner of the room. They thought it was because we took so much LSD, but I know it was because I'm a beast at dreaming lol.

Fun sleep.