Wednesday, June 4, 2008

It's only a dream.

I had a very interesting dream the other night. Actually, I wouldn't so much call it a dream as I would a supernova of sheer subconscious power. In the dream, I was in some indeterminate, bland room, but in the room along with me was everybody I had ever met. Literally. Every single person that my brain could seem to remember me ever meeting was there. It was a lot of people, and it was a very big room. Some of the people seemed mildly happy, and some of them concerned. I was at the head of the room, with about two feet between me and the first row of people, so I began walking forward. As I walked towards the crowd, the people gave me room to walk through. As I walked through the crowd, people began reaching out and shaking my hand, patting my shoulders, and making other sorts of affectionate gestures. Some of the people were congratulating me for some unknown accomplishment and the others were asking things such as, "How are you doing," "Can I get you anything," or "Is the medicine working?" It was a little disorienting. The most confusing part of the dream, though, was that everybody really seemed genuinely sincere. I could see it in their eyes and hear it in their voice. There were no signs of guilt or nobility. It was just pure, loving concern. It was...amazing. And then somewhere about halfway through the room, I woke up, and reality set in.

So I shook it off, got up, and went to work.



I saw her driving today. I was on my way back home from Sonic, and I saw her as she was turning into a shopping center.

She was beautiful. Beautiful as she always was. I was captivated.

And for a second.

For the first time in months.

Just for a second.

My mind was calm.

It made me physically ill.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Oxymoronic is back from away.

Well, it's been almost a month since I've posted. Just to get it out of the way, I had the endoscopy and all that, and I'm fine. Just some internal hemorrhoids. Nothing to worry about. The endoscopy itself was quite uncomfortable, though. Just imagine a camera about the diameter of a nickel slithering about five feet into your rear. It sucked, but I got to watch, which almost made it worth it. It was actually kind of cool seeing my innards. It's not quite so gross when it's your own body.

But anyway, onto other things.

...

Okay, there are no other things. I'm back home now, with my first year of college behind me, and now I'm just sitting around doing nothing and more nothing with work in between. I made a 3.9 overall GPA for the year, which is pretty good considering that I thought I was going to fail two of my classes this past semester. I also just got accepted into the Honors College, which I guess is good. I'm going to have to take more classes, but it'll make things easier when it comes to getting into and getting money for graduate school later on.

I still miss her.

Terribly.

I've also recently bought GTA4 for teh PS3, so if any of you have it and would like to partake in some online hooliganism, send me your PSN name in an e-mail. Also, anyone with Brawl who wants to play online sometime can also send me their friend code in an e-mail. Anyone who has neither game but still wants to talk, feel free to send me an e-mail as well.

Ten more days until MGS4. I've never been more excited for a game in my life. The only time I remember being this excited for a game was when Windwaker was about to come out.

TTFN.