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Saturday, January 7, 2006


   Colds suck . . . early mornings suck . . . . . dreams about mummy/monster/people who come to life after being buried in your basement walls suck . . .
I'm gonna say right off the bat that I'm gonna go into bodily functions in this post. I'll be nice, but I'll still be talking about it. If you can't handle it, then come back next day. I don't wanna hear any complaints, 'cause I'm telling you right up front.

That said, there are two things that I really hate about readjusting to waking up early. The first one is a given, in that I'm tired and it's really early and stuff. That's not the worst, though. The WORST part about getting back into the swing of early mornings is the hell it plays on my body . . . like, suddenly eating food and drinking tea or something that early in the morning is such a huge shock to my system or something . . . . . and believe me, with that kind of body shock and a train/bus ride that takes over an hour, well . . . it's not fun.

That said, my gut decided it wanted to do its work about two minutes after I sat down on the bus. Not to mention that it's a well worn main road in Vancouver with LOTS of bumps and bounces; not to mention that the damn bus was vibrating the entire trip . . .

Yeah, I barely made it to campus. I was seriously scared. It hurt. A lot.


Needless to say, I was a few minutes late for my first class. But meh, I was finally comfortable again . . .


That said, I've been dry coughing a lot today. It's annoying. Then I had a bit of a headache. That said, once I got home I went straight to my room and took a nap for a couple hours.

It was enough for me to go into REM sleep, so I guess that's a plus . . . now if only I didn't have that silly dream about some evil/demonic monster/undead thing that was uncovered after breaking a wall in my basement (it wasn't MY basement or house, but in the context of the dream it was). It was pretty neat in that the dream was almost a full story; family and stuff all knew about it, and these incognito investigator/exterminator ladies came over (they kept saying they wouldn't refer to it outright). So then of course they were all out of the house when the thing decided to come out and dash across the top of the stairs from the basement. Now, I recall that I had like, a long but thin wrench as a weapon . . . . . and as a guy who does martial arts and watches a lot of action movies, it DRIVES ME NUTS that in my dreams I can NEVER fight with a degree of skill that I should be able to have! So yeah, the monster-thing almost . . . I guess, infected me, with . . . I dunno, some sort of stone or crystal or scarab or something . . . but then I crushed it as I fought back . . . then I woke up. Dang.

And now I need to think about going back to work. Boo. I have a headache . . .


Random SomeGuy Trivia: I once dressed up as a ninja for Halloween . . . . . when I was SEVEN. That costume was a little more . . . storebought, than the one I would later don fifteen years later . . .
. . . . . um . . . the years before that ninja costume I was a tiger . . .

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