|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| more dreamslast night i had an awful dream that my mom hired this guy named agent sloan to do this education program that would make me not lazy. it was like a class at 8 every morning.
so this sloan guy (i didn't know his name, i just called him sloan after a dude on ds9 cause that's what he looked like) came to my house and was telling me all about this education thing and aj had to do one too and he was fine with it but i wasn't. i called this sloan guy an elitist jerk and a tool and he pulled out a gun and pretended to shoot me, but it was a fake gun. he was a cop and he was like "you better not talk to me that way again son".
so i was like on the ground cowering and he was about to leave and he turned around and pulled out the gun and shot me three times in the side, twice in the stomach, three more times in the side, and once in the shoulder because i must have hurt his ego. but anyway i passed out from the pain immediately and i woke up at home the next day and i had been taken to the hospital and they fixed me.
so i was talking to my mom about it and she STILL wanted me to do the education program and i was like NO! and i asked her where this sloan guy was and that i was going to tear him apart and she said she didn't know, it was like he never existed.
anyway that was it. it was crazy scary, especially when i got shot.
| | |
| on the upside... i have now finalized the plot for my new story. basically...
man fiddles with antimatter. man goes into cryostasis. government takes antimatter, seals man in cryo pod. man wakes up 465 years later. man finds out world war 3 broke out and his son helped bring in an era of peace post-war and contacted aliens. man's son disappears in old age.
man reintegrates into society. man familiarizes himself with aliens and history of the government. man gets caught up in massive war. man leaves known space and lives on uninhabited planet. man finds aliens (at least what's left of them) that helped earth. find that they took his son, and his son is still alive.
what happens next is up to how events play out in the story.
| | |
| awful dreamlast night i had a horrible dream that north korea nuked california today. my dad told me and then i was watching the news and there was a huge mushroom cloud outside of san francisco and there were helicopters shooting other helicopters and tanks and it was craaaaaazy.
and then in another part of that dream my church started baptising babies! we're baptist, so that's a biiiiiig no no. and my mom was up there baptising one of the babies and talking about how babies shouldn't be baptised and whatnot and i was proud of her for sticking up for her beliefs and the rest of our beliefs.
| | |
| updizzlemany of you have been wondering, "evan! what have you been doing recently?"
well: nothing! i haven't seen heather much because she got a UTI and the medicine is making her nauseas like crazy. i started writing a new story today and i finished the entire DS9 series the other day.
i'm back to making every day vlogs on youtube after about a week's hiatus, and i've lost 13 pounds. i am currently 247 pounds and i haven't been this skinny for years. :)
| | |
| flawsi never realized how many flaws i had before heather.
it's the fact that she actually speaks her mind and tells me when i'm in the wrong that makes her different, VASTLY different, from every other girlfriend i've ever had.
maybe it hurts in the short run to know that i've always had this problem, but in the long run it'll be better for everyone, mostly because the biggest problem i have has damaged almost every relationship i've ever had and i never even knew it.
i found that my biggest problem is that i have a superiority complex.
i always have to be right, ALWAYS. even with information that i barely know anything about.
even those of you who read my xanga from time to time probably noticed this, because it's infiltrated every facet of my life.
i feel extremely humiliated when i'm wrong. i think it has something to do with the whole macho thing. i want to be right because being wrong means that... well, i'm wrong!
and the thing is, i'm wrong a lot but refuse to admit it. it's caused a lot of fights between heather and myself, and i hate when we fight, especially when it's because of me.
i dunno. i try to fight it but it always reasserts itself. my superiority complex, that is.
i don't want it to become a major stumbling block in our relationship. i want to overcome it.
i just don't know how.
| | |
|
