Thursday, Jan. 16, 2003 - 5:01 pm
Now Playing: The Drama "Fuck You I Already Know"
So, 9 1/2 years later, they finally caught the guy that raped and killed Mia Zapata from the Gits. It's about fucking time. I guess they ran some guy in Florida's DNA through a computer, and it matched the DNA found at the site of her murder. I hope they fry the fucker.
While I was ill, I had 2 crazy dreams. One was last night, and it was so eerily clear and realistic that it kind of scares me. I remember waking up from the dream in the middle of the night, and it was all so real and I remember thinking "if this is a dream, there's no chance I'll forget it." I went back to sleep and continued to dream about it, and it still felt so real. Now, less than 12 hours later, I forget most of it. The dream was about aliens, and that fact that I had proof of their existence. And that people I know are aliens. Maybe it was from watching Men In Black II 2 nights in a row. And South Park last night had aliens in it at the end.
Men In Black II was kind of sucky, by the way. Nowhere near as good as the original.
But the dream on Monday night...the day I was sickest, was another life-threatening horror movie dream that takes place at my parent's house. We were trapped in my parents house in Carson (the setting of all my horror movie dreams), and the dead were walking the Earth. They had taken over most of Carson. If they bit you, you became one. So most of the town were zombies already. They knew we were held up in my parent's house, and they were all crowding at the front of the house, hoping we'd come out. For some reason, they wouldn't break the windows to come in and get us. And everybody knows zombies like to break windows. And they wouldn't surround the house. They stayed out of the backyard. I remember in the dream contemplating sneaking out of the back of the house...away from the zombies, but the general logic at the time was that the town was alomst completely overrun by zombies, so where would we go? What made being out in the open safer than being locked up inside a house, out of harm's way. Then a few school kids that had escaped showed up. One of the kids was fat and black, and I don't know why. We watched from the back porch of my parents house how a man, exhausted from running, collapsed in the street and was eaten by zombies. Then a whole class of students showed up...apparently my brother knew their teacher and told them they could hide out in the house with us.
That's about all I remember. Boy, my dreams sure have a way of getting boring right at the end.
But that dream felt so real too. Yes, it's true...I'm terrified of zombies. Not that I've ever encountered one in person, but the thought of the dead coming back to life to eat me scares the bejesus out of me.
Matt and I walked to Office Depot today so I could make my fliers for the Drama & Amber Halo shows coming up. While we were there, I swear to god they played that fucking P.O.D. song like 5 times. Seriously...it was on repeat. I'm fighting to get it out of my head. Of course, while we were there, we took the liberty of changing up the lyrics a bit:
"I got crabs and lice. For the fourty-third time."
"I just flew a kite. For the very first time."
"I look like Jesus Christ. And I'm wearing tye-dye."
"My wife likes Jesus Christ. So I have to sing this shite."
I, I eat noodles and rice. Like a Chinese guy."
Yeah, we're very easily amused.
Matt T from Amber halo and I have been spending quality time together...listening to music, watching the same movies over and over again (Goldmember is on right now), watching Vegas week on the Travel Channel, and laughing. He's kind of bummed because he can't find a job, and he doesn't have a real home (he's living on my couch now). I'm kind of bummed because my insurance company informed me that I'm being dropped and because I still don't have a car.
But then we get high, someone farts, and we laugh like 8 year olds and forget anything is wrong at all.
God Bless America.
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