Life As We Don't Know It

So I have not posted much on here (this only being my third post in as many months), but there is good reason for that. I don't want to just write down everyday useless dribble. I sincerely hope that this blog never becomes just a Twitter in long form. That would be very unfortunate. So I write when I feel like I have something adequate to say.
Like nostalgia is one of my favorite words to spell.
That was worth while.

Now onto the events which make up life.

I thoroughly advise to you to check your pet to see if he/she is a drug dealer. This may seem an idiotic thing to you and I readily admit that I subscribed to the same school of thought until I recently found a small weighing scale and six mini baggies with multicolored panda bears on them. Now this was quite the odd find for me because I have no need for a small weighing scale and six mini baggies with multicolored panda bears on them in any way whatsoever. So I began to do some investigating. I thought, "Now who fits the profile of a drug dealer who would leave these items in my room?" I could not imagine why some random slinger would leave his/her equipment behind in my room. So logically it had to be someone I knew. Someone who would probably sleep a lot, eat a lot, have strange episodes that could only be explained by narcotics. Maybe someone who would snap at you or be protective of a certain area where their stash may be. As I was contemplating these things I glanced over at my Shih Tzu, Prudence. She was sleeping at the foot of my bed, next to her empty food dish. Seeing this I realized she did sleep a lot. And eat a lot. And I also noticed she recently procured a diamond grill that said "Killa" across the front. There was also the evenings where she would run into the bathroom and hop in the tub, barking about the planes and how we had to escape the Nazis. Could that have been a bad trip? Surely not. Regardless I decided to test it out. I walked over to the side of my bed and began to reach under (she spends a lot of time under bed and until now I had not idea why). I had barely gotten my hand under the bed before she was up and in my face as if to say "Don't worry about under there. That's none of your concern." So needless to say I am concerned and believe Prudence is dealing drugs from under my bed. So please check your pets and let me know if you find anything.

As of late I have been suffering from some very intense dreams. Usually when I dream I always know it's a dream and I can control them. I am told not many people have this ability so I feel kinda cool. However the past few nights my dreams have been unknown and uncontrollable. It is a strange feeling and I don't like it. I had a dream that I was being observed by some third party in a sterile room where I was strapped to a mental table. They were in full haz-mat suits and I could not see their faces, but they were taking notes on a clipboard. I could have sworn it was real. I woke up however realizing it was only a dream. I lay in bed looking at the ceiling when I realize things are not as they should be. I see a small camera in the corner and my drug dealing dog is writing something on a clipboard and talking to the camera. Suffice it to say I was freaking out. I wake up for real this time and have no clue what is going on. I have never had a dream like that. Never have I woken up from a dream into another dream. It was not cool. Now some people may say that I was abducted by aliens or some hogwash like that. I do not give any thought to such ideas because I do not believe that the beings in outer space have the capabilities of reaching us yet. It's just silly to think that. No what I believe happened was, in a way, exactly what I dreamt had happened. I think my smack slinging gangsta dog was testing some new hallucinogen on me without my knowing. This is not cool. I am all for human testing but only when the subject is willing. I think it's time Prudence and I have a little talk about what is acceptable and what is not.

Have a good day.

"I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes."
-Hunter S. Thompson

Forget-Me-Knots

So as I sit here in this coffee shop avoiding doing the work in which I came here to do, I realized something. And then I forgot it because it seem irrelevant at the time but now I think maybe it was....


Recently I have been thinking that I am some sort of musician. I even wrote some songs that I will not write down here now because it is neither the time nor the place. But this has got me thinking. As I delve deeper into my mind and write the nonsensical nonsense I find, I wonder even more about the future and what I am meant to do. If I were to look at my skill sets to determine what I am meant to do then I would probably have to say my purpose would be play video games and stand on the corner making people laugh. But I am not sure there are any paying positions out there with full benefits that fit that description.
Well I write some maybe I should be a writer? Probably not. *see last paragraph*
OK I have been writing songs, singer/songwriter? Again probably not but I do think there is some potential with the songs, but for someone else to sing and play and write as well.
I can throw a mean Frisbee. Maybe professional Ultimate Frisbee player? Doubtful.


So is this how's it done? Is this how people find what they are meant to do? I can't be the only person out there who thinks, "Yeah I wanna do that!" Then a month later, "Well.... maybe something else. Hey that seems cool." Then a month later, "Yeah in retrospect that was dumb. I wanna do this." Then a month later, "Nope. Not that either." I envy the people who know exactly what they want to do and nothing sways that. They are a rock. I think I am more of a roll. I just wanna go with it and see where I land. You rocks can stand fast in what you want to do. I'm gonna be rolling. Hopefully you rocks are right. Hopefully. And hopefully I am right rolling. I think I am. 


Maybe I could get a job as a time traveler? If so, I'll see you last week.

One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.... I'll have the salmon

Here is the first blog and you get a high five for reading it. It will be arriving via mail in a few days.

It is raining today and I have to be honest, I love it. I could probably live in Seattle. No lie. I enjoy the way the air smells and how everything looks fresher after the rain. Just so you know. 

This blog is basically going to be a mostly random thoughts and fun stories. I have decided to dedicate this one to random thoughts. Here we go:

I am probably one of the biggest movie buffs you will ever meet. 

Potatoes are the best vegetable ever.

I think that comic books are a highly underrated form of literature. 

Your hair looks good today.

Some of the best poetry I have ever heard has come from folk bands.

My dog Prudence is a total BAMF. 

If you ever see me without a beard, you win a prize.

I have decided to give up red meats.

If I could live the rest of my life without ever wearing shoes, I would.

Benjamin Franklin was a great man but could have used a different hairstyle.

Girls with freckles are adorable. 

Hippies are cool.

Ich spreche ein bissche Deutsch.

Shark tastes delicious.

That is all I have for now. Things to come may include stories from the past, stories from the future, daily activities, possibly the beginnings of a future book, and maybe rants and rumbles from my crazy life. I hope you are doing well today. You smell great by the way. 

"You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

 -Theodor Seuss Geisel