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| Dreams...and stuff. |
| 12.23.03 (5:30 pm) [edit] |
Last night I had this crazy dreams, where I was most definitely lucid (aware) at some points. In one..part of it, we were some kinda poor family, and someone had a small cache of Christmas trees in their back yard, and we decided to steal one. We all grabbed a scythe/saw (Kinda like a sickle, but with a serrated blade. I used one when we cut our tree down...), and we hike up this hill, which I recognize from real life.
We get to the top, and my dad and brother (I think) hop the fence and begin cutting the tree when I (and...someone else) look down to see a freaking MASSIVE amount of police cars rushing to the bottom of the hill. I and the other guy quickly go down the hill (and heres where it goes lucid.) I talk to the cops, and when I talk to them, it turns out that they were here to investigate an odd sound. (It was windy outside, and LOUD. It invaded my dreams O_o;)
Skip to dream two.
I was in my newly rescheduled to a new classroom (for some reason O_o) in my final period, and it happens to be a laptop class (We bring our laptops to school. It's an entire class. Neat, no?) and we're wearing this odd thing on our wrists which is some kinda holographic projector.
Anyway, eventually the class ends, theres a bit of confusion on whether or not we can take the wrist-mounted projectors home (in the end we can) and for some reason everyone leaves their laptops. I'm about to do the same, but then I (lucidly) think "Wait...I wanna use my laptop over the weekend!", and I magically find my laptop case.
Then, I exit the classroom (And recognize the hall, which is noticeably shorter) but when I exit the scenery is a lot like the exit from the old school.
Very odd.
Oh, my brother came home for Christmas today! He's away at college, but managed to come home ,despite having the flu...of it not that the cold I had a week ago. Quite nasty, it is.
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| Soccer, and Colds |
| 12.13.03 (9:46 pm) [edit] |
Our soccer team was the champions of our town, and every year on December...whatever-eth, the second Saturday of December. Anyway, on that day, All the teams in the county go to a nearby town, an hour north of where I live, and compete in the soccer playoffs. The champions of each division from Under 10 to Under 14 from each reigon play. Each team has to play three games. To progress to the Semifinals, they have to earn at least three (3) points. A win is one point, a shut-out (you win with no points scored on you) is worth two.
Aaanyway, so we're at the playoffs. I had to wake up at 6:30, and play at 7:50. Since my town tends to be trained on thinner fields, and we're also coed-as well as we only stay together a season, so we're almost never as good as the others.
The first team we play beats us 3-1. Ow. The second team beats us 7-1. Bigger ouch. The last team we play we tie 2-2. w00. They were sexist too, kept on acting as if the girls on our team weren't good.
However, in such close proximity to hundreds of people as well as my teammates has left with a cold. Looking to be a head cold. Ah well...maybe it'll get me out of school if the coming snow doesn't/
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| What the heck? |
| 12.02.03 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
My friend was at the local game store the other day to trade in his Xbox for a PS2, when the guy in front of him was trading in his Xbox, his controllers, everything, for a freaking N-GAGE. An N-Gage! I mean, the thing looks bad, it's screen apparently causes headaches, doesn't have an outside volume control (the volume control has to be manually accessed), it's screen is vertical, and the controls aren't standardized!
...and it looks like a taco.
I mean, heck, you could get a GBASP ($100) a cell phone (around $50), and a game ($30) or two ($60) for less!
And that doesn't included the 'Gage's phone plan!
Graaargh...the stupidity of some people.
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