That was awesome.

Okay, I had the coolest dream last night!

It started out with me getting a letter informing me that my blog was really popular(which was super-cool), when my parents asked me what it was.  This would normally be a point of panic, but then I told them something along the lines of, "It's just something I like, being called awesome."

Then they congratulated ME(and they sounded genuine and really excited about it, which hasn't really happened before either, so that was awesome), but it was kind of weird of them to do because they had no idea it was my work.

The second part of the dream started after that point.  Apparently the next Pokemon game is going to be a revamp of Red and Blue(which is cool).  It has a new battle mechanic where you can control your pokemon if it's about to be hit in order to dodge(and that was awesome)!

I spent the second section of my dream playing this new game. Until the end of section two, when, in the real world(in the dream world) a little piece of shit boy did that thing where he licks his hand and tries to put it on someone's face(which infuriates me to no end as I write of it).  He did not touch me; I moved his arm up as I walked by, but still(grow the hell up, kid-in-my-dream).

So began part three of my dream.  My brother, me, and some girl whose identity I wasn't sure of, were waiting for an elevator.  While waiting, I decided there was something I still had to do on this floor.
I then announced to my two allies,
"I'm gonna go punch that kid."

The girl said,
"Oh no, don't do that."

But her voice was very monotone, so I could tell she was actually cheering me on.

So I start walking back to this kid and he sees me walking towards him and he starts trying to get away.  I grab him though, and then I force his own arm to punch himself in the face(which was cool).  Then I decide that the resistance of his arm trying NOT to hit himself in the face, was preventing the punches from being very effective.  So I start punching him myself(which was awesome).  I finally let him go, and then I put my arms up like a freaking boxing champion and everyone cheers.

THE END.

I was confuzzled.

I'm sure SOMEONE has noticed that the time stamps on my posts have been... how should I put it...
Let's just say, "The time stamps were completely wrong. So wrong, in fact, that everyone on the earth would be confused if they actually paid attention to that kind of thing."

Luckily, I fixed it.  I figured out where exactly I could change my time information and found out that I was set on Pacific when I should have been on Eastern.  Whoopsies.

At least it is fixed.  I will no longer be confused by my incorrect time labels and my brain can continue on without threat of spontaneous combustion.

Like a mini-boss!

In my younger years of schooling I had one of my earliest "like a boss" moments.  We were just learning cursive and my teacher was having us practice by writing one letter on the board.  She let me choose my letter.

I chose capital 'J'.

If any of you are still familiar with what a capital 'J' looks like, then you understand how difficult this little mission of mine was going to be.

Nevertheless, I persevered.  Even as the teacher openly began to mock me and did not silence the other children when they giggled at me.

It was I, however, who had the last laugh!

What now bitches?!

I dream of Zombies

I've had a lot of zombie-related dreams in my life, but my favorite is one where I kill a zombie with my hands and two colored pencils.  It's weird though, because I remember what color both of the colored pencils were.

There have also been many plans made by many people about how they would survive in dire, zombie-apocalypse scenarios.  One day my Cisco class made plans for survival.

We went outside that day because we were doing a geo-cashing game to find something our teacher had hidden. (I was the first to find it because I have fracking Eagle Eyes. Jussayin') 


After everyone had found it, we went around exploring the area.  There was a sort of theatre-like spot at the top of the hill with a gate going around the back section, with some huge, sturdy trees that could definitely hold some tree-houses.  We would set up wire traps at the bottom of the trees and the WalMart wasn't all that far away.  We could definitely send a team for weapon, trap, medical supplies, and ammo retrieval until we had enough to make a trek to a safe-haven.


(My friend Holly is an artist and a writer, so I'm going to use her description so you get a better idea of what I am talking about.
"It was a clearing perched atop a slope, complete with ample tree cover and a small pond as an endless supply of water. The foliage and thick shrubbery bore many hiding places if the situation were to ever arise. A chain link fence surrounded the perimeter--save the slope leading to the East Campus building--which would serve as much needed protection if any walkers were to find their way to our camp while we were distracted. Although a weak type of fence, the noise of the walkers incessantly ramming their bodies against it would surely alert someone. A zip line could also be fashioned from the trunk of a high tree to the roof of the vocational building; a quick escape is the best escape!")

Holly as a cartoon.

Seems pretty awesome, right?


Yes, because it's a great idea.


I will not be apart of it though.  I have already decided that merely being a good shot with a pistol is not enough to keep me alive in the zombie apocalypse.


I have dealt with the fact that I will have to die when it starts so I don't suffer from the inevitable eating of my body by their vicious ..... probably rotten, yellow-red teeth.

Sorta like this.

It also seems that I have some sort of psychic power when it comes to zombies.  

When my brother used to play Left 4 Dead for my entertainment; I would be able to warn him when he was about to face a particularly special zombie, like the Tank or the Witch.

I'm a gotdarn psychic!

Speaking of being a zombie-psychic, my friends and I have all had dreams of the apocalypse.  This isn't big news until I tell you the creepy part.


In my dreams, I never see my friends.

In their dreams, they see each other, but never me.

We've decided that I either cause the apocalypse and conquer the world, or I get killed early on.  I am leaning towards the latter.

I apologize.

I was distracted from my work today.  I was working happily on the next post I intend to present you when my mom got home and became pissy at me because there were three dishes that I couldn't fit into the dishwasher with the other dishes.
The three dishes were:
1. A spoon.
2. A small pot.
3. A large cup.

She yelled at me to finish the dishes, which I did(but I was NOT happy about it), and then my mom was angered by my annoyance at being the only person doing the dishes now.  So she yelled at me as usual, failing to say anything that would calm me down.

So when I got back upstairs I did not feel like doing any more work on it.

I apologize for the inconvenience and will have a new, entertaining post up before you know it.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to eat these corndogs covered in zesty italian dressing while I openly despise the sounds of the television and laughter coming from my mother's bedroom.

I'm sorry for not having a post for you, so here are some pictures of random stuff I have near me.

My screensaver.

My TV and bookcase. Yes, those are My Little Pony toys on top of my bookcase.

My cat Purdy. She is old and flabby.

My corndogs and my Tamagotchis.

My bedside table with my cellphone, regular phone, and a little flower light. I think the alarm clock says 7:08.