Carpe Diem!
listening to Neyo- Easy
feeling happy
Posted by yuhoo7 at 04:57 AM. Filed under Thoughts.
Had a dream last night that I was in an unnamed urban sprawl at night. I was walking to some unknown destination, having just left a party or a gathering of sorts. It might've been a family function because I kept thinking of my grandmother. The city was totally sketch. It was poorly lit, and lots of shadows lurking everywhere. I felt terribly unsafe, and an uneasiness came over me when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around quickly and glanced at this homeless man wearing a raggedy trenchcoat. He wore a wool hat much like Tyrone Biggums from the Chapelle Show. Except he wasn't funny. This was dead serious. I knew how it was going to go down, so I turned around and faced him. He had a gun in his hand. He demanded money and anything else I had of value.
I took my wallet out and gave it to him. He demanded I empty my other pockets. I did, and showed him a cell phone. He wanted my cell phone. I refused to give it to him. I told him to just to take my wallet and go. He relentless in his demand, but I wouldn't concede. Eventually I got pissed off and threw my phone way up in the air across the street. He ran to go grab it and I ran after him. He still had the gun, but for some reason, our roles switched, and now I was chasing after him and he was actually running away from me. He got the phone and just ran. I gave chase. The fool was fast, but I was angry, and that anger fueled my haste in pursuit of this thug. I eventually caught up to him outside of a building. I kept yelling at him, give me my fucking cell phone back! You mother fucker! I wasn't even thinking about the fact that just moments earlier this guy had a gun. He must have forgotten as well, because he looked to be scared as hell.
Then I woke up and felt really good.
listening to The Postal Service- Sleeping In
feeling chipper
Posted by yuhoo7 at 01:22 PM. Filed under Creative Writing, Dreams.
Life is a choice. Stuff happens, and then we get to choose.
Now do I want a spider monkey from South America, or a Yunnan Golden Monkey from China? Looks like the Spider Monkey can slap harder. A sense of security is an important factor when picking the right monkey. I'm going with the Spider.
listening to Neyo- Easy
feeling GGGGGGGGreeeat!
Posted by yuhoo7 at 05:29 PM.
I think I've found my muse.
feeling Good
Posted by yuhoo7 at 08:56 AM.
@Obama. I was grossly offended by your calling Kanye a Jackass. I believe the American people, along with Mr. West deserves an apology from you.
Posted by yuhoo7 at 09:18 AM.
Time has a sick sense of humor. It likes to show me what I should've done two minutes too late-- As for two minutes earlier, God knows I wouldn’t have listened.
listening to Beethoven
Posted by yuhoo7 at 11:35 PM. Filed under Creative Writing.
Life is like receiving a box of cookies. You never know when you're going to get it. So if one is patient, a box of delicious cookies will arrive in the mail. And when it does, it makes your year.
listening to Daughters- John Mayer
reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being
feeling content
Posted by yuhoo7 at 11:10 AM. Filed under Thoughts.
So good was my sleep that I overslept and was 20 minutes late for work. Went to bed around midnight. Haven't slept that eary since returning from Taiwan, and that was due to jetlag. But that's not interesting at all. What's interesting were the two dreams I had.
The first dream was strange. I was on a date with one of my friend's ex's, Larissa. At the same time, I also dreamt I was at a bar with my brother, Nelson. It kept jumping back in forth between these two scenes. Not much was happening on the date with Larissa and I, we were waiting for our food and talking about stuff. I forget what we talked about. Suddenly, I'm with my brother at this bar. The Indian owner starts talking to me about business, and how bad it is. He just kept talking. He was making some sense about what he was saying, and what strategies he's been utilizing to stay afloat in this period of economic woe. I've heard enough during my waking life, I really didn't want to hear it in my dreams to, but...
Nelson walks outside to do something, and he sees a small sign posted on the window of this bar. He comes back to tell me that this owner is charging 10,000% tip if people who pay by credit card do not write down a tip amount for their server. So the people who do not tip, like those drunks who sign off on their 8th shot of vodka, are screwed. A 4 dollar shot of vodka, means a $400 tip. I thought, dang, this guy's a crook. Gotta read the fine print.
INT. Restaurant, Larissa and I are eating dinner.
Suddenly she has to leave and go get a cake?! One second she's sitting in front of me, the next second, POOF! she's gone. Then I go to a dry cleaner
The Second dream. I was in Taiwan, mingling with my Taiwanese co-workers at some dinner party. We were exchanging gifts. I kept getting this one guy's name wrong. It was written down on a piece of paper, but I couldn't read one Chinese character. But eventually I got it, so it was no big deal. Afterwards, we all went to play basketball. For some reason, it was decided we would shoot for teams to play 2 on 2, even though there were 6 people who wanted to play. We could've just played 3 on 3. We're about to shoot for teams, and they're handing out these huge Nacho chips. They were the size of my head, except in the shape of Doritos. I knew they were regular nachos because there were no seasoning on them. So people got to the free throw line to shoot their Nachos. Two guys made their Nachos and the first team was formed. The guy before me shot and made his Nacho. I remember thinking, "I've got to get this guy on my team!!" I was handed a Nacho, except mine was broken. Instead of a regular triangular shaped Nacho, mine had major broken edges! I was upset, but I shot the Nacho anyway. I missed it. Boy was I pissed. I started walking away from the free throw line, but then I stopped. I said, "Give me another fucking chip damn it. All Y'all got good chips. My shit was broken." Yes, I used the word "All Y'all", it's because I'm a southerner. Some people snickered, but I didn't care. I wanted another Nacho shot. I remember thinking this second time around, "I better not miss this shot, all these bastards are watching." I shot my Nacho, but I shot it too far to the right. Oh no! I thought. But I shot it high, and it due to the shape of the Nacho, and some kind of physics mambo jumbo, it curved back to the left!! I made my shot. I was so happy.
listening to Daughters- John Mayer
reading Choke
Posted by yuhoo7 at 09:26 AM. Filed under Creative Writing, Dreams.
A conversation I had with my 4 year old cousin, Michael.
Me: Hey, stop hitting me. Why do you keep hitting me?
Michael: Because...(Looking around, thinking real hard for a good reason) Because I want to.
Good enough for me. I couldn't argue with it, as he continued to punch me in the balls.
Posted by yuhoo7 at 01:43 AM. Filed under Thoughts.