i haven't written in a while. i've been lazy on my blog, too. even the new one. yeah. started a new blog. it'll focus more on music and art and that kinda stuff. i don't know what it is, though. i still love writing and updating my blogs and stuff, and there's stuff i would like to write about, but there's something that holding me back. have i been busy? sure. yeah. is that it? not really. i always make time to write. and it's like when i start to write, i keep on going until i start to doze off and dream about floating words going around my head.
got a huge headache. it has to stop. like now. please. it's been causing me to stop everything i'm doing because movement just makes it hurt more. i've been lying down for most of the day today - well the past two days - and been chilling in my room. only been coming out to head to the kitchen to grab food and drinks and head back up to my hideout. been trying to download a new art program but it just ain't working. since we lost the other computer, i haven't been able to do anything with photoshop so i'm kinda going through withdrawal from doing my art. it sucks. i need to keep mentally active. creativitly conscience. happy. the computer is making it real hard for me to do so.
maybe i should get a whole painting set for myself. yeah. i would like to paint some more. loved it in school. used to dab in it a few years back when i used to go to a friends house and use her set. but she lives in michigan and going to her crib just to use a painting set is out of the question.
michelle and i would have goodtimes, though. usually it would be the day after we hit the bars and i would stay over at her place on a saturday. we would wake up on the sunday. she would get ready while i make her my special eggs - they weren't that special but she thought so since she couldn't make eggs and was convinced that i had to have put something secret in the pan to make them taste so good. mind you, i never brought any food with me and that i only used her food. things people do to convince themselves they don't suck, i guess.
after breakfast we would go shopping. vintage clothing shopping and go buy some paintings at this cool little art store by her house. we would come back to her place and decorate. something, or someone throughout the day would inspire us and then she would bring out her painting set and we would start to create. later on we would open a few beers and just sit there and paint and drink and sometimes smoke. we would paint until real late and then we would head out for some drinks before she dropped me to my dad's place. i would love to do that more often with her, but again, she's there and i'm here.
been having a couple of cool well, no..um..strange..no. umm. awkward dreams lately. yeah. awkward. they don't make sense - well they do but at the time, it was really out there. that's why i remembered them.
i'll tell you about both. the first one is where i find myself in someones bed. the room i'm in looks like my old room when i lived on shaftsburry. big spaced out room with its own bathroom and had white walls. the bed was in the same place, too. next to the door looking straight towards my huge double window which overlooked the front of the house. suddenly a girl shows up. she knows my cousins. she lies down on the bed with me and she steals my glasses. she then gives me hers. they nicer. huge black ones like the ones malcolm x used to sport. still confused why she's on a bed with me, she starts to complain that it's hot so she takes off her sweater. i'm still lying down the bed looking at her puzzled. she lies down again when we start to tickle each other. we play around when i'm kinda transported to the kitchen. her kitchen, i guess. i'm alone. i see some chicken on the stove and i proceed to put on the oven and make myself a nice little snack. i open the fridge and take out the bread. i turn around and the stove is gone. in its place is a huge television. it's off. i put it on and it's a black and white version of `let's make a deal'. i sit down and start watching it - totally forgetting about my snack. i then wake up.
anyway, my other dream was a lot different. it was much better, too. could've been a movie. i thought of writing a screenplay about it, too. maybe. i don't know. anyway, here it is. i step outside and it's a vintage type of city. it's still current day but everything around us is basically from the 70's and 80's but with todays technology. i go walking around the town feeling like j fox did in back to the future when he arrived to his hometown in the distant future. i see a store so i go in to check out the date of the newspaper. as i thought, it was current day. 2008. but why is everything so 20 years old and well, pretty neat? i go to a another store to see if i can find anything out. i hear people talking. seems like there were drug addicts who were connected with the government who were busted by the cops and they took them away. for some reason, the government also took away a lot of the current day necessities so were forced to dig up old stuff from years ago to continue to live. i leave the store and continue to do some investigating. while walking around, i see a dog getting beaten up. i see the guy. he's a bit taller than myself and skinny. so i go after him telling him to stop. he said to mind my own business and i said beating on a dog is my business. he then starts to chase me with a bat. i start to run. he chases me for a while when i find myself behind a school. i loose him. as i'm walking back, i find him waiting for me i start to turn back and head the other way. he sees me. i start to run again. i look back. he's catching up. i continue to run but loosing my breath. i find a back alley by the school. i head down it. dead end. i turn around the guy is coming close when at the last moment i find a little hole leading into a building. i head in there. he can't fit into the hole. i hang out there for a while. when i come back out, everything's the same. i wake up.
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