Why Am I doing blogs? ? ?

I have no idea. I was bored. I am bored now. I think I will do these things when I'm bored (or procrastinating( like now I am procrastinating from going to bed and I am really enjoying some Vampire Weekend right now)). 

There is only one explanation for me doing this with no reason. I'm crazy. (Yep, cased solved: crazy people know when they are crazy because I do. I guess that might not apply to everyone.)

I don't even know why I keep writing this post. I have no idea where I'm going with this. I guess Ill illustrate this post with a picture or two(not two just one).

I wonder if others writers ever have trouble writing awesome books. Btw, I'm not trying to write a book or be a writer. I'm horrible at grammar. And spelling. Without spell check I don't think I would ever write ever.

If you took the time to read this, you are probably as bored as I am or crazy...  ^_^

Idk..........

Gorzilla

I always had dreams as a child. It was very rare I didn't dream about something. Usually I had a dream about something that happened the previous day. When that wasn't the case, I dreamed of something very random. I even had dreams that would come back. Those were the weirdest because I always knew what was about to happen but I never did anything different so, well, the same thing happened like last time. Probably the best dreams I had were the ones that I had daydreamed about so it was a dream of my choosing per se. 

To me dreams divide into two sections.

First is just the normal dreams. They usually make complete sense while experiencing it but once I woke up I realized there is no possible way that would ever happen in real life. This is where all the kind of dreams I already talked about fall under. 


The second section even has its own specially assigned name. Nightmares.

These are the worst. I'm sure no one likes them except the mentally unstable and emo people(which could be one and the same). Unlike normal dreams, these seem as real as in dream as it does after I have woken up. Reason for this is still unbeknown do me.

I can still to this day remember some of the most terrifying dreams as a child. One in particular, was this dream with this gorilla. This was one of those psychological fears. I can't remember all the details other than it was back alley dark, like the ones people get mugged in. And then the gorilla, in the darkness of my dream. He was the total stalker kind too. You know, even once you make eye contact they still keep staring.

No escape. Our eyes have met. I was frozen still. 
So, just like any brilliant kid, I thought up a plan while frozen still. The thought process went maybe kinda like this:


Me: Is he going to come rip me to pieces and feed me to his totally not cute monster children?

Conscience: Most definitely.

Me: Great, :( What is he waiting for?

Conscience: Idk, maybe you should ask him. ;)

Me: You crazy?!?! Look at him, he doesn't look like the talking type, after all, he is a gorilla.

 Conscience: I am looking at him. I'M YOU!

Me: Oh yeah. Well we should just figure out a way to get away then, right?

Conscience: If you think you can out run him then go for it. Oh, and we probably shouldn't say 'we,' that implies we are more than one person. Not a good path.

Me: I wasn't talking about running! I was thinking more practical, like maybe waking up. Good call, we will stop.

Conscience: But you just said... nvm. Go ahead smart guy, wake up.

Me: Ok, I'm just going to close my eyes. *closes eyes as tight as we, I mean, I could*

Conscience: ............

Me: .........

Conscience: ........ I don't think this is working. You can't just wake up on command.

Me: Well I'm not opening my eyes.

Conscience: Well you're in charge. He's prob gone, just saying.

Me: You're probably right. :) *I then open my eyes*








......and I see......

.....anyone's logical response as well as mine.......

After that one, I was definitely awake, but my frightening traumatization didn't end on that note. Now that I was awake, I had this eerie feeling as if this gorilla was now in my room. On top of that horrible thought, conscience was gone, which means no new brilliant plans. So thinking on my own, I quickly used my logically supreme mind. And so I cowered under my sheets for safety. 

And there, for the rest of the night, I laid there in horror of the horror in my room. Yes, I was pretty much a coward. But then again, no 9 year old should ever go through something like that.

What's weird is, I didn't even remember that this happened when I woke up. (So yeah, I didn't really lay there in horror for the rest of the night, I eventually fell asleep.) I just remembered this now, and all the frighteningness. But I for sure know this happened when I was young... I think.


P.S. Gorillas are the freakenest hardests thing ever, to draw. Not that I'm good at drawing anyway.

FAQs

HAha yeah right. No one asks me any questions.

PiCtUrEs

These are all the pictures that I think are note worthy. All are either created by me, given to me by someone who may have created it themselves, or I found it on the interwebs somewheres.

Please Admire:

Idk, it just sorta come out.

Where my mouse pointer has been. Aprox. 12:34-2:06 on Fri Sep 24 2010. (Go to http://iographica.com if you think mine isn't cool enough and therefore have to make your own.)

These were given to me by my debate partner's little brother. I think he was like 12 or 13 at the time. He is really cool and when I saw him draw these I asked him for one so he gave me a few.

Butterfly Effect: First Time

As a child I loved building things. Especially things that effecting other living creatures(mainly people but animals and bugs are cool too), like butterfly gardens. I don’t really know why because I'm not a huge fan of butterflies and I haven't actually built one either. In first grade, my school decided to build one. I didn't really take part but I felt as if I was some sort of large contributor of some sort. So much that I felt like an expert. 


So with my expertise, I decided to construct a garden of my own. I know you may be thinking, "aren't you a boy?" 


FIRST!!! how dare you think I'm feminine(homo)? I have a girlfriend. (sorry ladies) 


Second, when you went to a school called "sunshine and rainbows," this is to be expected. 


ANYWAY, I was building a butterfly garden, not a big one, just one flower. This flowing was a butterfly flow. Using my ever genius first grade logic, 

RIGHT?!?!?! Wrong, apparently the butterflies were wAY to good for my flower so nobody showed up to my flower eating, well, nectar eating party. Making me, a girantulas failure. 

To any normal child this would be crushing but I was super brave so I didn't take it to heart. But of course, I was just putting on a face. And who could blame me? Come on, a first grader getting upset over butterflies? That's ridiculous. So life went on as normal, except that I was getting all ruptured inside. The chemicals were mixing. Mixing for a bad turn out. 

I would tell myself, "I'm a man, and what do they do? Keep it together, always!" So I tried to keep it all together. Just let everyone know I was super happy.


I never told anyone this failure made me so mad. I just kept it in. Even those super nice and caring people that would actually take some time out of their life to ask me, "how are you, you feeling okay?"

So I pretty much went on with life that way. I felt almost robot-ish but not. Maybe just human. Possibly. Well like a bottle it ever so slowly filled up to a point of no return. Not that returning to a robot-ish was any better but no one likes someone who is angry. So either at breakfast or dinner things just went loose.

Kinda like this, but worse:

THen, somewhere deep in the barrows of my emotional place, I snapped. There wasn't even a snapping noise. As if it was some sort of ninja that attacked my sanity. He(or she, Idk what gender ninjas are) just wanted to attack with a silent ____ (As of now, no one knows what sounds ninjas make, at least not to live to tell the tale). He or she was probably so evil that he or she stayed in the dark as I went crazy and just to torture me more, showed his or her evil smile. 

No explanation for anyone. There wouldn't be no reason for anyone to understand why i just turned into a ferocious raging man-child of feelings. (Because, as you may already understand at this point, ninjas don't leave a trail.)

At this point, saying no to pie was just like saying no to butterflies! HOW DARE YOU?! Yeah, so as this may not have no connection, remember, sanity line has been cut, everything from here on won't make sense. 


Jibbering and jabbering in tongues, I stood up, and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. 

Running to my room, I jumped into my bed and just cried all the liquid in my body out. I swear, I didn't even have to pee after this one. 

After all the liquid was out, my eyes were sooooo exhausted. So much, they became suuper heavy. So heavy, I pretty much completely faded to a black out. 

And Heavier....

Till sleep....

(You may be asking yourself, "well that was stupid, no moral, where was the awesome ending?" You have to remember, children like me, boiled up, blew out steam, and then had a nice cup of hot chocolate. If that doesn't make sense, nvm, it is just a story.) 

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