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The Worst Nightmare of My Life

It started out as any normal (meaning weird) dream. Willow from Buffy was getting married to someone of no importance. Before the ceremony, her gay best friend, who I can't now remember (mainly because it wasn't the important part) told her he wasn't gay and was in love with her. She ran away in anger, crying.

Cut to another scene where some guy finds me in a closet somewhere. I think he's supposed to be a friend. I'm behind some coats with wide eyes. I look catatonic. My friend only seems to think that I've started the party a little early.

Another friend walks in who also finds me, and seems to think the same thing. He slowly walks away and sits on the bed. Somehow he's realized what the other guy didn't. That I'm being held against my will by some unholy spectre. All of this is being viewed from a movie-watcher point of view, by the way. I'm not seeing through my own eyes.

My friend plans some sort of surprise attack to startle the spirit and save me. Before he can do anything, the door bursts open. A haze, like how fire distorts the air, speeds out and attacks my friend.

Suddenly, my friend is actually me, but the me in real life because I'm awake. I'm actually trying to call for help, but my mouth and tongue are far too dry. I'm trying to call for help because I feel the spectre upon me. I can't move my arms or legs. I'm struggling to get free, but nothing is working. I can see Trina out of the corner of my eye, but she doesn't hear me, or feel me moving. And then as suddenly as it began, the pressure is gone, and I'm able to move. My heart is racing, I'm breathing heavily.

And now I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep again.

Update (mostly work)

Okay, yeah, pretty much all going to be work-related.

Firstly, Happy Birthdays to fan_elune and greenie_breizh! Joey doesn't read this I don't think, but still counts. I know I've said hello to her at least once.

Secondly, thanks to Nick and Erica for housing me last weekend. I very much needed a weekend of something after so many work days of nothing. Very fun times with the gaming and eating and watching of "Bourne Ultimatum". Come to think of it, I don't think they read this either, but thanking is thanking!

And onto the more bleh-dom that is my job. I have no idea where I left off, and can't be bothered to go look. So, here's a quick synopsis, done via personality rundowns/history.

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And lastly we have me.

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Yep, that about covers it. Night.

The week

So I began work on Monday. Pretty slow to start, but then it was the first day. Hmm... perhaps I need to back up a bit.

The backing up OR All you ever wanted to know about North Pacific Crane but... yeah, that's unlikely.Collapse )

So, back on track now, the first day was slow. I looked at old CAD (Computer-Aided Drafting/Design) drawings and some of the engineering/structural calculations to familiarize myself with them. All day. Boring? Quite.

Next day was better, as I started producing some of these drawings myself. I took a course on a program called "SolidEdge" back in college, but this is SolidWorks. A little different and a lot more powerful. So I'm teaching myself how to use it again, but so far I think I'm doing pretty kick-ass, if I do say so myself. That's what I did yesterday and today. Obviously no work on Fireworks Day (which I essentially didn't celebrate. Nice break in the middle of the week though).

In bigger news, today was also the wedding day of my really good friends mythagon and centauri. And for those of you that don't know, I was their officiant. I was nervous as hell, but I hope it didn't show too much. Mouth was dry, but I expected that going in. Everybody told me I did a great job, so I am inclined to believe them. Though what mattered to me most is that the two of them were pleased with it. And they were.

(To them: Thanks again for asking me. I was really glad to do it. Terrified, but glad. Congratulations!)

That's it from me. Looks like I might actually begin to have things to update people on. Will wonders never cease.

So yeah...

I have a job now. That is all. I knew I'd post more if things actually happened to me.

More details once I really have something beyond the vague generalities I've been given.

High School Nostalgia

So yes, I was "home" this weekend for Mother's Day. As I'm sure she would readily tell you, I do not get home enough. But Mother's Day is not the reason for my post as the above subject line makes rather clear.

In my old bedroom there sits a miniature chest of drawers. In these drawers rest memories of old. And amongst these memories lie papers and things from high school classes long completed. Anyway, I thought I might share a few random pieces of literature or whatever else suits my fancy.

-- First piece --
4th Period, College Prep English Class, 12th grade
Date: 11-12-98
This means I'm 17, so bear with me or back off.


Sonnet 1

Love is a pain that many knowest of
Though feeling like your heart's candle is lit
And peaceful as the cooing of a dove
Only despair comes to those who seek it
Love's a pain that wants to be known by all
Not only angry but joyous ones too
Feeling held up, love makes most people fall
Take love for granted and it will hurt you
You'll look forever but love you won't find
When you stop looking then love will appear
Even though afraid since love is unkind
Love comforts you and erases your fear
Whether in daytime or in the black night
Love will find
you when the time is right



In my defense, I was a dork.
I still am one, but that's beside the point.
Or maybe that's still the point.
Dunno.

Taken from Dani

I started as an Ocelot. Woo? I like my Daemon's name though.
Last night, I had a dream that I was Zack Morris from Saved by the Bell. High school years, naturally, and not the middle school years with Miss Bliss. I was walking with Lisa Turtle, who was still played by Lark Voorhies, at least to my best recollection.

We were walking through a parking garage when suddenly we were mugged. By a guy with a pen. But it was a really sharp pen? And evidently I didn't have the really nice switchblade I got from centauri as a groomsman/officiant present while in Vegas. Most likely this is because I was Zack, and not myself. I convinced him to let Lisa go while I wrote him a check for $200.

Then some blonde lady ran by and threw some bleach on him that mostly ended up getting in my mouth somehow. I didn't see the lady very well, just the blonde hair. But this was the opening I needed and I wrestled the guy. For the pen. He'd already tried to stab me with it once. I don't remember being injured though. Anyway, we tumbled to the ground and rolled and I ended up on top, shoving the pen deep into his chest as he cried out in pain. I also broke it off inside him, because apparently, Zack Morris is a little bit twisted.

This is where I woke up. Not in a cold sweat, and not with a start. I woke up and just kinda... blinked. And went, "Huh." Then I went back to sleep. My imagination is messed up.

Just Because I'm Bored

Ninja Pick-Up Lines

1. Excuse me, haven't you never seen me before?

2. From across the room I thought your body was punching. But now I can see it's kickin'.

3. Your father must have been an eight-forked serpent of Koshi, 'cause I can see myself in your 483 eyes.

4. I am really sorry about chopping off your boyfriend's arm. Need a hug?


If you don't think these are funny, wait until 3 am and try reading them again.

Cheers!

Ene Ruins My Lazy Streak

Post to your journal with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. Those who get tagged need to blog your own journal with those 10 weird things/habits/little known facts. Then chose 6 people to be tagged and list their LJ names. No tag backs!

Hmm...

Stuff You May or May Not Want to KnowCollapse )

Taggings: George, Ashli, Lilly, Kar, Brix, and Fan'

Late Night Musings

Jedi Pick-Up Line

Jedi -- Is the Force strong with you?
Lady -- ...no?
Jedi -- Would you like it to be?