I was in a 70’s-esque Hogwarts trying to play oldschool Crash Bandicoot on a giant screen, but the only thing showing up on the giantass screen were pages advertising dildos. This poor, corrupted, 8 year old kid (who thought I was a complete idiot) got rid of the dildo’s ad for me.
I was in the deep south of the States which also happened to be Antarctica, which also happened to be the Rocky Mountains. We (these Indian twins from my high school and I) were driving past a ‘rave lake’ with lasers, strobes, and other exciting lights happening, then we wound up on a giant cargo ship in a frozen ocean.
I was a giant and made a path for the ship with my feet.
In the heart of the Rockies, the whole side of my Ontario family and I were hiking through a trail. We came across a hobbit-y type door in a mountain path. I stuck my head through the door and saw (HOLY SHIT) a cougar. Before I could slam the door shut, my uncles old , deaf dog (he died a couple years ago :( ) ran through. I called and called at the dog, sobbing & panicking & all that, but he kept trotting down the mountain path, totally unaware of anything. I couldn’t go after him, so I had to watch the cougar sneak up on him. The dog and the cougar disappeared around a curve in the path. I shut the door and my aunt and I walked down a mountain path and picked up a ton of my teeth off the ground (I still had all my teeth in the dream). Then I woke up.
It felt like I’d just had a massive cryfest and gone through some serious emotional trauma.
“I want to be left alone. I want to sit in the grass. I want to ride my horse. I want to lay a woman naked in the grass on the mountainside. I want to think. I want to pray. I want to sleep. I want to look at the stars. I want what I want. I want to get and prepare my own food, with my own hands, and live that way. I want to roll my own. I want to smoke some dear meat and pack it in my saddlebag, and go away over the bluff. I want to read books. I want to write books. I’ll write books in the woods. Thoreau was was right; Jesus was right. It’s all wrong and I denounce it and it can all go to hell. I don’t believe in this society, but I believe in man, like Mann. So roll your own bones, I say.”—Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (June 10th, 1949)
Today I had a crepe-to-go. It was wrapped up all shwarma style with nutella and berries and whipped cream.
So. Effing. Good.
I battled Sean in Half-Life again.
I also applied to McDonalds and Taco Bell today like a classy motherfucker, because at this point I would probably prostitute myself just to be able to live in Sean’s town with him this summer. Grahhhk long distance :( Grakjdgj small towns/economy :(
If the job situation doesn’t work out, there’s no way I can stay in my city by myself for the entire summer without being a depressedface every day. Sooo plan B: find a job in BC and live with Allison. Amina might even be coming back to visit during the summer.
I changed my theme again, and yesss I should be sleeping.
I think this theme changing thing is related to my interior decorating obsession. I’ve painted, rearranged, refurnished, and redecorated my room too many times to count. I get the urge at least once a month.
lately I’ve been being super lame depressed lonerface.
I think I’ve been too sad to be motivated to do much. I miss all my friends. Why do we all have to be such globetrottersss!
I had a dream that my house and street were flooded with sparkley blue oceany water. There were sea lions swimming around everywhere and cheesy relaxation/infomercial music was playing in the background. The sea lions and I were friends and could communicate via mind reading I think. I swam around with them and they gave me rides on their backs. I’m pretty sure Jeff was one of the sea lions. Uhhh fucked up?
Anyways, I woke up profusely sweating and grinding my teeth so hard that they hurt. Serious confusion about that part.
-I woke up this morning after a having a nightmare and felt the need to check behind all shower curtians and doors in the house. This probably has something to do with watching 127 Hours at Allison’s last night. Maybe I’m crazy, but when James Franco hallucinated Scooby Doo I found it just as frightening as the scene where he hacks off his arm.
-I decided to make the 1.5 hour journey to class even though I feel shitty, got halfway to the bus stop, then the strap of my bag decided to break and send things everywhere. This would happen to me on the day I actually decide to go.
Zork was this game that spat out descriptions, and you had to type in the actions. It was like an interactive book. I don’t think anyone my age has played this game, sad. It might have been birthed 10 years before my time, but it was still fantastically entertaining.
This is how the game started out ^. I don’t know how many times I had to start over from this point. So many.
You pretty much had to create a mental map of this game, remember in which directions you went, which doors you went through, etc. It was fun to come up with ways to keep track of where you were, and how to complete tasks in a completely imaginary world using only your own visuals.
I remember getting stuck in one room for everrrr, trying to figure out what I needed to do to turn off some stupid valve. It was a giant puzzle. I had to cheat & look up how to get out of that room. Um um and you had to fight trolls and escape being eaten by grue’s.
Anyways, I think I played this when I got super into reading and Lord of the Rings. It was adventure-y like Lord of the Rings.
I’ve started reading The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. I’m only about 60 pages in, but so far I reallyreally like it. I think the last time I liked a book this much immediately was with Zorba the Greek or The Bell Jar. A yearish ago. Happyyy!
I just finished Brave New World, and I don’t know why, but most of the book kind of bored me and seemed like filler and set-up until it could get to the last 3 chapters where the new, interesting ideas were. Is that a bad thing? I don’t know.
Even though I hate being an advocate of Starbucks, Zen tea is ridiculously yummy. It smells like summer.