HOMG

Ok, so I was going around with my mother, going to different places to look at desks, cause desks are cool and I’d like one. Things are kind of cramped on my desk right now. But anyways, we were driving around, and I see that DQ, the one that me and Dawn went to ALL the time back in first year (HYPERBOLE) is CLOSED DOWN. It’s gone! OMFG! Weird.

The Real Pikachu

Ad Hominem

This comic reminded me of myself.

Sweatychu

Logic

Holy Moly. Hardest test I’ve ever taken in my entire life. That was the ROOT CANAL of tests. And I’ve had a root canal before. It is painful and long and hideous.
There are some things when you write about in a test that you are confident that you know, there are some things that you think you may know, there are something things that you would know if you studied more, and then there are the questions that were in THIS test. Questions that, given a lifetime, one could never have the answers. It was like a practical joke worth marks. I, Tyler, the fastest test-writer in the west, finished at 11:20. The end of class.
I probably failed, but I take solace in the fact that I couldn’t have possibly done any better, because its not humanly possible.

EDIT: I win.

June

I had a fight with June, Sarika’s boss, in my dream last night. That’s weird.

Maybe I hate her! Ooh, I can add another person to my list.

1. Tony G.
2. Julia, the Bosnian.
3. That DORK who sits in front of us in Econ.
4. June, from the bakery.

Work?

So, I’ve talked to Jean twice now about giving me less hours. “Two days a week,” I told her, but that mysteriously translated into “TWO WEEK DAYS AND BOTH WEEKENDS HAR HAR!” So, I was actually working MORE hours then. And then… what was her name… Lisa maybe, whatever… yeah, she quit. Jean decided that that meant that I would go back to working a lot. 26 hours this week, and 26 hours next week. That’s more hours than Jake. And Jake doesn’t go to school. I guess that means that I’m just going to have to be mean and restrict myself down to, like, 2 days a week. That would be awesome. 14 hours a week would be so much better. SO MUCH. Working Wednesday Thursday Friday really sucks when you have something due on Friday. Because around Tuesday, you still feel like you have the rest of the week to work on homework, but that’s a lie.
Maybe I should quit school and work at the Deli full-time and die unhappy.

Dream

I had this dream. And it was weird.

It started out as an episode of Lost. If you don’t watch Lost, it doesn’t matter. Anyways, one character from the show, and Iraqi named Sayid, was running away from these two evil, incredibly powerful, men. He was in this city, warehouse district place, and jumped this huge wall into one particular building. At this point, it was no longer Sayid, but me, who was running. But someone saw me jump, and they pushed the alarm. I ran up these metal stairs on the outside of the building, hiding in a spot I thought that no one would find.
People were shouting “We see you!” and “We’re going to get you,” but I wasn’t worried. That’s when this super loud, extremely freaky voice boomed in my head. It was all like, “THIS IS NOT HOW YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! GETTING THE YOUR MOST POWERFUL WEAPON IS THE BEST PART! YOU MUST NOT BREAK IN!”
I could tell that the voice was evil. It was obvious by how he sounded, and also the fact that he was talking directly to my brain. Anyways, I listened to him, and left when no one was looking. I went around a corner, flipped up my black hood (EMO) and sneaked into a doorway inside the building. For some reason jumping the wall was the wrong way in, but just walking in was OK.
Anyways, I was still under the impression that people would find me in this building, which I thought was the bad guys’ base, so I started climbing stairs. I kept climbing until I was about 8 or 9 stories up, and when into a hallway. It looked kind of like an office building, with different rooms with doors and windows into them. I walked straight down the hallway into a door that was open. This part is really weird.
Ok, so the room was like some sort of meeting, because everyone was sitting around in a circle around the room on chairs, but there was no table. It was like a “discussion” group or something. But no one looked at me, as if they couldn’t see me. That’s when that freaky evil voice played in my head again. He seemed less irate and more happy now. “YES! YOU ARE NOW IN CONTROL OF THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON!”
I was like WTF? But whatever. I sort of floated about a foot off the ground, which I could do now that I had this “most powerful weapon” and I began to try and explode one of these people.
No one looked like they were trying to be exploded, but after a second, there was a boom behind me, and a big messy pile of blood and gore was near this one chair. None of these weird people seemed to notice.
So now I can float and explode people with my mind. I could actually do pretty much anything I wanted to, so I blew open the wall to the building and floated out. I looked to the ground where there were two people on the ground who were still looking for me, back when I was still Sayid from Lost. I ’sloped them, and floated back into the building. Problem solved! Anyways, I decided to explore the rest of the office, so I floated down the hallway, when I saw Judy, my Dad’s girlfriend, in one of the rooms. I stopped floating and opened it up, only to find her and some accountant talking. I asked if I could help, and they said I could.

Then the dream ended. WTF