"I'm not that irresponsible! A real child would have cried before it burst into flame."
Lately I've been having dreams with a recurring theme: me finally losing patience with everyone here and leaving home. Either just temporarily, or yeah... usually I'm leaving with the intention of wandering around for hours and perhaps getting lost somewhar, but someone or other won't let me. As usual, I'd gotten fed up with something in this house. I woke up around four in the morning (waking up in a dream, not a good way to start) and found out that the pizza that had been made for the next day had been half eaten. So I was pissed off about that, and then I noticed that the birds had not been covered up. I then spent the equivalent of 20 minutes attempting to cover them up, but then noticed that they kept escaping and the covers kept getting removed. So I went a little berserk and stormed out the back door, demonstrating my frustrated roar (being done in a dream, it was made of fail) for the entire neighborhood. I then decided to take a brief walk to calm my nerves. I went around our neighbors' garage out of the alley, then noticed someone following me. He didn't say anything at first, but after a few steps he drew a gun on me. I put my hands up and tried to stop walking, as that seemed to be what he wanted. Of course, I couldn't stop (nothing ever does in the subconscious) and he got irritated. He said something along the lines of "I won't kill you, but you need to learn not to screw with me". I knew he was going to shoot me, so I whirled around, striking him somewhere or another, grabbed his gun and knocked him down. I said to him "I'm going to make sure you never hurt anyone again", so I shot him several times in the forehead and chest.
I'm fairly sure he went died, but I ran home, pausing only long enough to pick up several boxes that had mysteriously been delivered, and then it ended
I suppose the most unusual thing about that was that a gun worked for me in a dream for the first time ever. Break out the schnapps!
Friday's dream was strangely prophetic for the day's happenings. We were supposed to go Grandma's to see babyhead and have pizza. I slept a bit late, and when I came out of the shower, the parentals had obviously been through one of their little tantrum spats. I went to get dressed, and three minutes later, mom had left. Dad said she just went to Target to get some things, but when she didn't come home for almost an hour, it was fairly clear that he was lying. So I said fuck it, and took the bus over there. Everyone was all "oh she just left to go get you, how did you get here, durr durr durr". And my response was that I have no more patience for their nonsense. Feh. Whatever. I still got to see the kids, and borrowed Paige's Eevee for some breeding.
I never said I wasn't going to buy Pokemon Platinum, so I bought it. Nyah! Each time they makes a new Pokemons games, I am reminded of how it can still be enjoyable, and how with each iteration of the game Nintendo is trying to drive me further out of my mind with impatient rage. I suppose it all balances out. Here's my team so far, with nicknames in parentheses!
Monferno (MONKEEEEY!): Fire/Fighting - Lv34 Male
Staravia (YARLY): Normal/Flying - Lv33 Female
Gabite (NIBBLY): Dragon/Ground - Lv33 Male
Jolteon (ZIPPY): Electric - Lv35 Male
Scizor (MURDERFACE): Bug/Steel - Lv33 Female
ZIPPY is short for "Zippy Brillnipper", aka I Couldn't Think Of Anything Better. My last team slot will either be filled by a Lumineon or a Milotic, the latter provided I don't fly into a violent, unstoppable insanity trying to find Feebas. Which I will... I can't get the bastard for a while and it's nearly impossible to find. All but the first two of my team have been bred. Out of four eggs for each, I selected the newborn Pokemon with the ideal personality trait, nature, and ability. I'm almost sure it helped; to test this, NIBBLY is actually the second Nibbly; bred from the first Nibbly and a female Gible I named WHORE (so named because she refused to be catched and wasted so many Pokeballs). It's a lot of effort, but pays off in the long run, supposedly. Update on that: NIBBLY the second has slightly better stats, but the same Attack stat. Asdfjkl;adf.
Hmmm... someone has requested a print of one of my photos on DeviantART. I don't quite understand why; it's not the best photo, I allow downloads of the images (given the background I use, there's very little chance someone could steal them and pass 'em off as their own), and... yeah. I smell trickery. So you want a print of Shadowy Giga's Side View? TOUGH!
Another college student disappeared after wandering away from a party. Surprise surprise, he was drinking before he left. There's been a lot of this lately. This is not news. Idiotic beer-swilling assholes get drunk and wander off, fall into a lake, they drown, everyone bawwwsss, tragedy of epic proportions, and we move on until it happens again. It isn't news, it's just natural selection taking care of a bunch of drunken idiots. Good riddance to the lot of them.
Finally, Valga shall be MEEIIIIIINNN. Thank you, Toy-Wave.
Also, I don't have to file taxes this year because I only made $2300 last year. Soooo... yeah!
I'm fairly sure he went died, but I ran home, pausing only long enough to pick up several boxes that had mysteriously been delivered, and then it ended
I suppose the most unusual thing about that was that a gun worked for me in a dream for the first time ever. Break out the schnapps!
Friday's dream was strangely prophetic for the day's happenings. We were supposed to go Grandma's to see babyhead and have pizza. I slept a bit late, and when I came out of the shower, the parentals had obviously been through one of their little tantrum spats. I went to get dressed, and three minutes later, mom had left. Dad said she just went to Target to get some things, but when she didn't come home for almost an hour, it was fairly clear that he was lying. So I said fuck it, and took the bus over there. Everyone was all "oh she just left to go get you, how did you get here, durr durr durr". And my response was that I have no more patience for their nonsense. Feh. Whatever. I still got to see the kids, and borrowed Paige's Eevee for some breeding.
I never said I wasn't going to buy Pokemon Platinum, so I bought it. Nyah! Each time they makes a new Pokemons games, I am reminded of how it can still be enjoyable, and how with each iteration of the game Nintendo is trying to drive me further out of my mind with impatient rage. I suppose it all balances out. Here's my team so far, with nicknames in parentheses!
Monferno (MONKEEEEY!): Fire/Fighting - Lv34 Male
Staravia (YARLY): Normal/Flying - Lv33 Female
Gabite (NIBBLY): Dragon/Ground - Lv33 Male
Jolteon (ZIPPY): Electric - Lv35 Male
Scizor (MURDERFACE): Bug/Steel - Lv33 Female
ZIPPY is short for "Zippy Brillnipper", aka I Couldn't Think Of Anything Better. My last team slot will either be filled by a Lumineon or a Milotic, the latter provided I don't fly into a violent, unstoppable insanity trying to find Feebas. Which I will... I can't get the bastard for a while and it's nearly impossible to find. All but the first two of my team have been bred. Out of four eggs for each, I selected the newborn Pokemon with the ideal personality trait, nature, and ability. I'm almost sure it helped; to test this, NIBBLY is actually the second Nibbly; bred from the first Nibbly and a female Gible I named WHORE (so named because she refused to be catched and wasted so many Pokeballs). It's a lot of effort, but pays off in the long run, supposedly. Update on that: NIBBLY the second has slightly better stats, but the same Attack stat. Asdfjkl;adf.
Hmmm... someone has requested a print of one of my photos on DeviantART. I don't quite understand why; it's not the best photo, I allow downloads of the images (given the background I use, there's very little chance someone could steal them and pass 'em off as their own), and... yeah. I smell trickery. So you want a print of Shadowy Giga's Side View? TOUGH!
Another college student disappeared after wandering away from a party. Surprise surprise, he was drinking before he left. There's been a lot of this lately. This is not news. Idiotic beer-swilling assholes get drunk and wander off, fall into a lake, they drown, everyone bawwwsss, tragedy of epic proportions, and we move on until it happens again. It isn't news, it's just natural selection taking care of a bunch of drunken idiots. Good riddance to the lot of them.
Finally, Valga shall be MEEIIIIIINNN. Thank you, Toy-Wave.
Also, I don't have to file taxes this year because I only made $2300 last year. Soooo... yeah!