Esmeralda's Prophecies

"You have a restlessness, with constant disposition to find fault with your work, thus inciting to further efforts. Inclined to alter your views to reach the goal more rapidly. You have an honest, upright nature. Fair in all your dealings, very fond of pleasure. You will be slow to confide in any one. You will be witty and somewhat sarcastic in your remarks, but never unpleasant. You like good things to eat, especially when sitting with friends around a well-laden board. You will acquire wealth, but will lose considerable by speculation."

Let His Enemies Beware: There is only one Superpower now...

                So last night instead of doing my midterm paper and wallowing in my own self hatred I decided to read Superman Red Son instead. I haven't been this into a book since the last Harry Potter book was released. Mark Millar is a genius combining both a very big American icon and putting him in a situation asking "What would happen if Superman overshot the Kent farm and landed in Stalin's backyard?"

                The Man of Steel still stands for the people and wants whats best for them, but would go as far as forcing his beliefs to create the "perfect world". Many familiar faces show up in Red Son including Batman, Wonder Woman, even the Green Lantern, though slightly different than how they are usually seen in other story arcs. I can't recommend Superman Red Son enough. Even going as far as writing this shitty piece that doesn't do the book justice. I'm a fan of dystopian novels and I can't recommend Superman Red Son enough. In the words of Tom Desanto "Good writing challenges the way you think, Great writing changes the way you think..." and Red Son is truly great writing.

Eyes Wide Shit: Dream Journal #1

All are standing around me, all are faceless but I can still feel them staring at me. Merely moments before no one had even noticed that I was even there. I walked around trying to get someones attention, was I dead? With the next blink everyone was gone, I wandered for what seemed like hours. As I blinked again I see everyone back, surrounding me with no way out. Slowly a portion of the circle opened a path, my first thought was maybe these faceless yet familiar figures were letting me go, then you emerged. So beautiful, I couldn't help but smile when I saw your face. You walked slowly towards me with your hands behind your back, you seemed to be holding something but I didn't care I was just happy to see you...

I hear the slow hum of my laptop, my mind was awake but my I couldn't seem to move my body. The quiet seemed to cover my room, yet it was really dead silent. I'll wake up any moment now, just got to wiggle my big toe and go from there. Slowly out of the darkness I feel a cold chill, as though someone was right next to me the sound of a heavy and cold breath chilled my whole body. I struggled to move but I lay there motionless, yet I felt as if I was shaking.

"This is fucking terrifying, wake the fuck up"

These were the thoughts running through my head. Then an image popped in my head that I could only describe as the face of the exorcist girl, she was here to take my soul. I'm going to hell and the last thing I'm going to see the face of a possessed little girl.

Somehow the silence returned, as fast as it came it all disappeared. I still couldn't move, the slow hum of my laptop carried from the other side of my room, my breath became calm again. I don't know how I got back there but I was surrounded by the faceless bodies. I look around and as I came full circle you are once again standing in front of me. I couldn't help but smile and be happy to see your face once again. All I want to do is hold you in my arms, and as I move forward to embrace you I feel a sharp pain on my left side. I look down to see a knife in my side. As I look back up, you are gone everyone is gone. I slowly hit the ground, before my face can make contact with the concrete I find myself sitting up in bed, covered in sweat. All that was left was a dark empty room, and a pain in my left side.

True Crud: An Eight Legged Horror Tale

Anyone who has ever met me knows that I fear 2 things the most; the dark, and spiders. Every time I even catch the sight one, either in real life or on the television, I get a chill that runs up my back as if the hairy bastard is crawling on me.

Alright so I'm laying in bed, still restless but still in bed in hopes being able to drift off asleep while listening to Mega64 sing the Duck Tales theme song, when BOOM feels like World War II has just erupted in my stomach. So naturally I strip down to my birthday suit and run to the sanctum that is my bathroom, yes I do the deed in the nude. I like the freedom and when I have clothes on while I'd doing my business it feels as if I am crapping in my pants, and that whole feelings just makes me uncomfortable. So like any other night I run into my bathroom sit down and get ready to let loose, when I happen to look down...

"Oh Fuck No!" was all I could think as my slightly tanned cheeks clench up in fear. What do I behold as I stare down, A hairy little eight legged spider roughly the size of a quarter is standing still in between my legs.

At this point, I'm sitting on the toilet naked, there's a spider just hanging out in between my legs, and I can't do my business in peace. I try reaching for a peace to toilet paper, "maybe I can smoosh the little bastard" I thought to myself. My plan fails as the moment I lift my right hand and start to move towards the toilet paper, the spider moved as well, as if he anticipated my plan of attack. I moved my hand back and he proceeded to move back as well. I want to escape this torture, but in order to open the door I would need to move my leg into the spider's general direction. "Maybe I could go over him" was another thought that ran through my head but this room is maybe 5 by 10 feet so if this bastard can jump, forget that. I scrapped that plan and rushed to think of something else.

At this point I've been on the toilet for half an hour and I have to do something. My legs were starting to go numb and I really had no interest even taking a piss or crap anymore, I didn't even remember why I was in there in the first place. I spring like spider man to the other side of the bathroom, in the corner of my eye the little brown bastard starts to scuttle around as if he'd lost his glasses. I lean across open the door and spring out as fast as I could shutting it behind me. I climb back into bed sighing with relief. As I turn to my side under the door, I see that bastard standing under the door crack.

To make a long story short I grabbed my copy of Siddhartha and kept whacking till there was nothing left but a brown spot and a couple legs dangling from the edge of my book. The point of all this is, I'm a pussy and I should have just stayed in bed.

Wide Awake part 2

               I finally got some sleep last night, but I wouldn't call it a good nights rest. I kept waking up every hour, even as I was sleeping I felt uncomfortable, as if my body kept trying to tell me to wake up. I thought forcing myself to sleep for one night might get me back to my normal routine. Far from it, worked a good first half of my day, the rest I spent watching the IT crowd with a very beautiful woman, spent the rest watching Machete and Devil. You would think I would be tired by now. I close my eyes, laying there in the darkness in hopes of maybe drifting off without even noticing but, as if my eyes were those world maps you find in a classroom, once they were down almost instantaneously they shot back up again. I don't know why I can't sleep anymore, let alone know what I'm going to do once school starts. Actually, I do still sleep but only the first half of the day, this started close to the end of last week. I'd be up all night doing god knows what to pass the time, and once 6 am come around I'd pass out to maybe 1 or 2. Maybe I should force myself to wake up earlier, morning showers might be able to wake me up, at this point anything is better than nothing. I was going to keep a log about what I dreamt about, but I don't remember the last time I had a dream.

Wide Awake

         "I'll sleep when I'm dead" is something I have said before, either to myself or others. In all honesty, I'd give anything for a good nights rest. I use to tell people that I had insomnia but really just goofed off and never put myself to sleep, now that I want to sleep but can't I'm starting to believe I do have a problem. I mean, every once and a while I'll be able to get a full night in but its not really often enough. Really what's there to do at 2:30 in the morning? Even now I have nothing better to do than to rant on this thing. "Nothing good ever happens after 2 am" is also another saying I've heard, who am I kidding I got it from How I Met Your Mother, but literally nothing good happens after 2 am, movies become to lame to watch, video games become repetitive, even food loses its taste. The truth is, I'd rather sleep as much of I can before I die instead of having an extra 8 hours of me doing absolutely nothing. Then again I found the time to write this, so it can't be all that bad... Then again who's up to actually read this?

Holiday Wrap Up

Each year since I can remember, actually starting at maybe the age of 14, I couldn't wait for the holidays. What more do you want, setting up pretty lights, everyone is in a somewhat happy mood, the weather is nice and cold, what's not to look forward to? My friends have always told me that I was retarded for liking Christmas, the music sucks, presents are often a letdown, and parking at the mall is impossible (especially if you're just there to buy a god damn corn dog and take some time to yourself). I usually disregard them and just go on and do my own thing, listening to 24 hours of pure Christmas music.

Funny how things can change within a year. I see now how this can be either the best time or the shittiest time of year. Buying presents is a bitch cause what some people want you can only get only and through ebay bids, or else pay 50 bucks for something that's dull and outdated, some don't want gifts but will be mad at you if you don't buy them anything, for instance my folks. Also nothing like watching couple after couple show non stop affection for each other only shows that you are a lonely creepy bastard for watching other couples.

I look back now and realize that a year has gone by, a year full of good times and crap only to find out I get to do it all over again in a couple more days. The holidays is like eating double down, starts off as a great idea, you're all excited to get started and towards the end you just want the damn thing to be over with so you can clean up and regret that it happened or just shit it out.


Didn't think I could write this much for my first blog entry, but I'm pretty proud of myself

XoXo
tannedBoy