note: after this uber-post, I didn’t feel like proofreading, so I decided to include this line instead. See a typo? good for you. Do I care? ehh, not really.
Wow, today I have gotten nothing done that I was planning to ^_^; As the picture illustrates, I am being pulled down the AimPoo Toilet. I was going to take today off from life =o) I was going to relax! Have some fun. I got home around 3ish and had all day to do stuff ahead of me. With a great sign of relief and casual anticipation of the wonderful things to come, I walked out of my room (for once) and asked myself “what shall I do.”

I finally decided on a list of things I could do that would make today pretty fun and relaxing. First, I was going to go see a movie. Then, I was going to come home, and spend some time tweaking up AimPoo’s beta 3.0 and releasing it as 3.1. Then, I was going to move my room around in a way that I could get to my window (it’s getting cooler, and I want to be able to open it). Fun, relaxing, productive things. Right? yeah. did it go this way? no.

Grr, everything went wrong. Movie, all set to go. Free tickets and everything ^_^ I was going to go to it by myself (don’t really know anyone else who was available who would want to go to a movie with me)… and at the last minute my parents put their foot down ::blink:: I think it’s that whole scott being normal thing they’re not used to and it was a defensive move spawned from shock of me actually wanting to leave the house. Yeah, so, grr, crap, stinks, now, dunno. Wow, I expressed an intricate thought pattern with one word chunks. Anyway, yeah, that stunk, but I didn’t put up a fight, because I’m trying to cause 0 (zero) conflict with my parents at the moment. I’ll take a minute to write about it, because I think I should =o,

I like to think of this as a little experiment: agreeing with everything my parents say and not even coming close to trying to defend myself. I’ve been trying this for a few months, and my plan is to get it to a point where I can actually ask something of them, and they might actually say yes…? Utopian parent/teenager relationship? One would think. I don’t think they’ve caught on to what I’m doing yet, because they come up with some pretty nasty “no” reasons to some very small things I ask to do ^_^ Then again, they might be able to see what I’m doing, and am trying to test me or something…? I dunno, I dont think they’d do that. By the way, if you (the reader) are one of my parents, and happen to read this, you have to admit, you’re getting the winning end of this deal! You should applaud your son for concously working so hard to go along with everything you say =o) Aren’t I the envy of all parents?! I live entirely in my room. I am quiet. I don’t eat much. I don’t have friends (that come over, at least). I don’t date. I keep my room clean. I do well in school. And, oh yeah, I don’t argue with my parents. I mean, yeah, I admit that some things I do may be different from lots of people (4 monitors?), but I consiter myself to be a pretty easy teenager. Then again, It’s probably my ignorant eighteen year old mind blinding me from the world. I agree, I could easialy be wrong… but at least, to me, right now, it seems pretty simple =o, However, no matter how perfect I, or anyone else will ever be – there’s always something to nag them about ^_^

AimPoo Beta 3.0 had more bugs than I expected. My original plan was to polish it up and release the nice beta 3.1 today. Ha! I spent hours of (what I thought would be relaxing) time debugging in frustration. Did I make progress? Not at all. It still has this stupid little problem that people tell me happens but I can’t replicate. If I can’t make the bug happen, I can’t fix it! I finally gave up on AimPoo for today. It’s gonna be a monday-night thing I believe.

Ok, so everything else failed. What about the room? Erm. yeah, this ties in to the parent thing too ^_^;; Quick overview. I have a lot of large furnature I’ve collected over the years in my room that I’m trying to keep and store to take with me when I move out. Every wall is covered with a piece of furnature, and I even have a big wooden cabinet and a small couch sticking in the middle of my room. It’s becoming winter, and I want to be able to open my window. Simple, right? wrong. a desk is in front of it. I have to rearrange my room so I don’t have a desk in front of it. Very hard, since every wall of my room is covered already, I have to get rid of something! Let’s assess.

Furnature I could part with:
desks – no way! these are most important to me
dresser – can’t do. Where’d I put clothes?
couch – uh uh, I NEED this for when I move out
new tv – you’re kidding me, right?
bed – everyone needs a bed… don’t they?…
wait a minute. I haven’t used my bed in months. I sleep on the floor (because of my back). My sheets are nice and straight on my bed, because I haven’t slept in it since I last made it MONTHS ago. Twice in the last few months, I fell asleep while lying on top of it (w/ bedspread on it) but once was by accident and the other was in delerium. So, the bed is a good 6 feet of wall space right there. Dang! That’s two of my desks. Not to mention 4 feet sticking out in the room. Wow, I could fere up SO much space in my room if I put my bed somewhere else! I wouldn’t miss it at all! I measured it out, and found I could fit it comfortably in my closet. I’m a genious.

“What? I’m not allowed to?!” – the shock. the horror. the irony. the tomatoe juice with lemon extracts. Ok, not so much the last one, but ghaw. What a cramp in my perfect plan. Crap. crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. now what. grr, this really furstrated me. Did I show it to my parents? No =o) I’m doing the perfect teenager thing, remember? Plus, I know, if I put up an argument (calmly, in conversation form) they’ll resist saying yes. If I WIN the argument, they’ll say no -_- I can’t win trying to talk with my parents about things like that. So I gave up. I could be a smart-ask (hehe) and put one of my desks on TOP of my bed. I can see it now. Computers monitors, blinking lights, with some pillowson both sides. Dang, that’d be so funny. I’m really thinking of doing it too. I don’t think my parents would get mad at me. But then again, parental units are highly volitle and usually unpredictable. They rarely react positively to change. And they are quick to blow fuses.

Ok, so now what? well, I never touched my room. grr. I wanted to get that done. Anyway, I think I just am going to go to bed. I’m going to wake up at 8 tomorrow, run in the morning to get me going, come home, take a shower, and go to work around 9. Then I’ll come home, spend an hour or so studying some school stuff… then I have no idea. My room? maybe? I dunno. I can’t even get today to work out right, no reason to plan tomorrow =op

closing thoughts: I might spend 20 minutes (until midnight) browsing deviantart.com. I love their images. They’re so… inspiring, and depressing – at the same time. I think I’m going to play music as I sleep tonight. I want to know if listening to different types of songs (sad, happy, slow, fast, etc) has an impact on the things I dream about. My dreams in the morning usually incorporate my alarm clock beep in the dream for a minute before I wake up. I wonder how Japanese music will work?

DOH! 1 more thing – last night I couldn’t wake up from a dream I KNEW I was dreaming. Yeah, it was a really weard dream. I remember most of it, and I’ll try to explain it the best I can. It was a 4-layer deep cycle of dreaming I’m dreaming. In short, I was knowing that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming. At first, I saw my room from the floor. This was real. I then closed my eyes and it seemed like I had them open, but I was sleeping on the couch in this dream. Then, I closed my eyes and was dreaming I was sitting in grass w/ a circle of people I knew from different areas of my life (listed below) and then I closed my eyes and had a dream I was in a very dark place near a hedge of bushes takling with a stranger. I knew it was a dream, and thought “I could make some horrible thing happen, like a really scary dog” and sure enough, a big black dog came around the corner and really freaked me out. I tried to imagine him not being there, but it didn’t work. I got really scared, and I could feel my heard racing. I threw my hands on my head and screamed “go away!” and woke up back on the grass with those people. I figured I’d wake up from that dream too. I forced a scream, again, which brought me to me lying on the couch in my room. Here’s where the weird stuff came in. I thought I was awake at this point. I saw my computers and stuff, all from my couch, I thought I was no longer dreaming. But I was… In this dream, I saw my sister walk in my room, I was going to say “I had the weirdest dream” but the words wouldn’t come out. Weird… I tried to move. I couldn’t move my body! Something’s really wrong with me. I tried yelling Kelly! Kelly! But I couldn’t move my mouth. I tried exhailing really fast making “huhhhhhh” sounds. It sounded very faint, but I could hear it. I really forced a scream. REEEAAAWWHHHHH and then all the sudden I felt me eyes open, and I was on my floor, quietly saying “ahh”. I was like… dang… that was too weird… I’m writing this down. And I did. When I woke up, I forgot about it. When I saw the note, it all came back to me. It was really weird. Now, 2 comments:

1.) The people I said I saw in the grass included sean (younger brother of a kindergarten friend), Tim, Jon, and Amy (from my old track team), Ian and Clay from my old Science Center volunteering (when I was 12-14), Mrs. Fox (my preschool music teacher), and Misato Katsuragi (an ANIME girl from EVA). I think there were more, but those were the only ones I remember.

2.) When googling for ‘dog bite’ images to use for this section of the post, I found an incredibly disturbing image of a young boy (I presume he was dead) after 3 of his limbs were torn off. That is one heck of a dog bite. I just thought I’d share.

I made this post too long – I’m sorry. But then again, remember, you’re not expected to read it all. It’s for myself, and remembering things that happen in my own life for myself.

I’m outta here, goodnight everyone. Have a good day, seriously, ok? will ya’? Awesome =o)

ps: I added the actual time to the timestamp of my posts, what do you think?

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