I've been introduced to the many wonders of Rocky Horror Picture Show and The Royal Tenenbaums, thanks to Moz, who has quite the taste in movies. I loved both movies.

Then we watched Fight Club, and I can't tell you enough how much I enjoyed that movie. It made me want to go and join a bar fight for some interesting reason. And Helena Bonham Carter in that movie was...stunning.

Anyways, on to why I'm even posting something, something definitely more important than my lack of a life. Ah, yes, of course. I'm tired of people I know wasting their time by blaming President Bush for the Virginia Tech tragedy. It really irritates me, since it really isn't his fault the police officers were to chicken to go in until the S.W.A.T. arrived, and I'm sure Bush had nothing to do with the fact that a mentally unstable college student decided to top the record of the most murders in a situation such as this. It just pisses me off...drastically.

One man doesn't ruin a fucking world. Can't people understand that? I mean, of course Bush has his problems, but so did every other president. But come on, who could blame him for the murder of 32 people, as if he had himself pulled the trigger? Like I said, one man doesn't ruin the world, the people do.

Then again, I guess it's human nature for such a thing to happen. We look to anything except oursselves to blame for something that was obviously the fault of the world today, and all of it's cruelties. I could go on with this rant forever if I would like to, but I can already tell I've vented long enough. It just really gets to me how a whole population can place the fault on a man who is too dim-witted and oil-hungry to be clever enough to somehow distort this world into making people lose there heads when others look away, and disturb the world by blowing away lives that had done nothing to him.

*sighs* I'm finished.

~Chrissy

Alright, the first dream I had that was a little odd was on Monday of this past week, and it frightening me. Duh. Otherwise I really wouldn't have remembered it. So I was hanging out with a good friend of mine, Kasey, and we decided to go on a jog (which is weird because neither of us are really into running, even though I'm in track =P ) Anyways, we were down the road when I stopped and decided to go back because I had to get some sleep in the morning for a soccer game. (Again, weird, since I hate running but LOVE soccer) It was around midnight when I had stopped to turn back. I don't wear watches, and really I have no idea how I knew it was midnight, but it was one of those dreams where you are suddenly aware of so many things just because your mental thoughts told you so. Strange...must be a dream thing.

Well, the next day, it appeared Kasey was found in a ditch where she had tripped and fallen. You can imagine my shock when I woke up because my friend had just died because I hadn't been sensible enough to run after her when I told you to get back. I think it means I put other priorities in front of my friends, and possibly my family, and that is some disturbing news.

The next dream I had was in some far away wood where this band of wolf hunters were hunting the largest of the pack, who had strayed off away into this meadow. The men were a fearless bunch lead by this impossible giant of a man who looked down upon cowards and spat on them. This leader whipped any man who he thought would turn away from danger. This man follows the wolf into the meadow. It's probably around the afternoon, and the sunlight makes you dizzy, and you (well, techincally I) could practically smell the sweat on the man as he towered over the wolf on his sturdy white horse. They held eye contact for hours it seemed, the grey wolf's eyes a piercing blue, and then suddenly the man turns away on his horse. But just as quickly, he falls down dead, off his horse, and the wolf hadn't touched him. I kind of believe it was showing that even the largest and strongest can be cowards sometimes, like human nature or something like that.

A few weeks ago I had a dream about my sisters dying in a car crash at their university about two hours from my house. The police in the dream said that the bodies were too mangled to be shipped back for a funeral service, so they just sent back their heads in tiny buckets of water. The image of my sister Mel's head, swimming through thick, greasy, black hair, fear and emotion written all over her face, made me cry when I woke up. Jenny's head was no different, except her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth open as if she'd been screaming. I couldn't stand that picture printed into my head, and I ended up crying my eyes out to my cousin Payge just across the hall. She helped somewhat, but I don't know whether to be thankful that I can hardly remember the image or not. Fear was always something I hated to let out, especially through crying, but it appears I end up doing it anyway.

Many of my friends know what I'm talking about when I mention the 'Breakfast Club' moments. *sighs* Better being dramatic than nothing at all, ehh?

So there you have it; three odd dreams/nightmares from yours truly. Chao.

~Chris

The beginning of Spring Break has started rather well in my opinion. First I slept until at least 1, then I watched this real tearjerker with my mother called Autumn in New York, with Winona Ryder (I didn't cry, but really wanted to). Just now I took a long, positively lovely shower that took a little over two hours, and now I sit here. True, I have no life, but I find my breaks to be relaxing periods of time to catch up on my sleep and scribble down story ideas I'll never use. :D

Later on, I know I'll have to help my parents with moving furniture. We're remodeling our living room, and it's supposedly going to take all week. In a way, I find this exciting, since we haven't redone anything since we moved in here- about fourteen years ago. That, also, is an example how much I don't get out. My parents have obviously been in a good mood today, otherwise I wouldn't be, so everything is ship shap in the househole. (Other than their slight bickering that started up about fifteen minutes ago while painting)

The orchard to the right of my house it beginning to blossom, so I might take a stroll. I'm savoring the moment where not even the slightest thing can put me grey, so excuse the Mary Sue drag. It comes and goes whenever it pleases.


~Chris

My friend Anna thinks I'm crazy. >:D


Career Planning is boring. As usual.

My name is You have no life but will end up a millionare..
Take WHAT YOUR NAME MEANS today!
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I truly am a loser. (bows) Thank you. Thank you.

Yesterday night I got really, really bored and decided against writing fanfiction and wrote a weird little poem. Actually, it's not little in the slightest, and I don't know where it came from. Maybe it popped into my head when I was looking at Lolita fashion photography. *shrugs* Beats me. :D Enjoy it...hopefully.

~Memories are as Such~

Louder, louder, a baby cries.

Where it its mother, where does it hurt?

Sunlight sets and darkness returns

Books snap shut and curtains are closed.

Candles go out and photos grow dust.

Dogs whimper and kittens squeal.

The baby cries louder, unable to heal.

Wrapped in lace and silk

cherry blossoms and lollipops, fresh milk

Roses are red

Yet violets aren't blue.

Sugar is too sweet, butter is creamy

yet that child has tears, so it is, seemingly

Cry baby, cry baby, where are your peers?

Why does it seem you forget how to live?

What happened to all those years?

Showering love, ashes to ashes,

baby is still crying

candles went out, sheer curtains closed

books left open for pictures to unfold.

Careful, careful, you'll see too much,

and then your tears will last as such

Sorrow can be endless but tears don't last forever

The sun rises to meet the crows

Fly away and search for another home

where they won't accuse you of tears

Baby, baby, look at the photo

draped in your hands

It's your mother and her beautiful eyes

Why do people leave us behind

Why do they take the lace and the sweets

and never return? never come back?

Think carefully, what does it mean?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

memories last forever

but people don't care that much.


There you go...an interesting little poem that really makes no sense. But oh well; poetry isn't suppose to make sense. Alright, enough of my preaching. Now I have a some notes I quickly jotted down a few nights ago about this preculiar dream I had. The notes are sloppy, but they get the point across. I'm going to start on the story sooner or later, but right now...be settled with the sloppy notes. :D

I didn't spell check this or try and make it grammatically correct, so don't kill me.

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DREAM!!!!

(Don't know name yet.) Not fanfiction.

Story about this chick who lives with her four brothers, two sisters, and her mum. You find out that the brothers and sisters all come from another guy, and some of them are actually the girl's cousins. (mother is a whore...remember that.) Well, some crazy stuff happens, and the mother ends up being this demonic monster that terrorizes the captured children, and they can't run away. Some sex scenes between the chick and someone else. A good friend maybe.

Circus envolved.

Girl meets this guy at the circus and he kidnaps her to get her away from the mother. Dramatic scene where she has to beat up her lunatic sister (actual cousin) to get away with the guy.

Years later. She's going under a new name, and going to college. One night, while they're having sex, the chick suddenly starts attacking the guy. She got her mother's monster side. Tentacles twist and tear at the guy and the chick goes a little crazy. She next morning, she has no idea what happened. It's like she has two sides to her..the demon and the human.

Her best friend, this dirty blonde whore, is having an affair with this married writer guy. (Johnny Depp from Secret Window,...except richer and sexier). You find out that that is the main chicks father and they have this huge dramatic scene and she kills him by throwing him out the window.

The main chick is going to have dreams. Lots of dreams. One of them will be that she is locked in this dollhouse with all of this couples from college and that they all have these little cubicles that they live in. And the Headmistress is her mother.

"Now, who is sexually active and wants their own room?" Big quote.

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Hard to believe I dreamt this, right? (Not really for some of those who know me.) Well, I dreamt the ending too, but that would ruin the whole story, since I'm posting it up on here. It's a pretty wild story...but it gets worse. Trust me. I dreamt it. Oh yeah, and that quote up there, about being sexually active...that was one of the actual quotes I remember from the dream...and the mother practically screams it. Pretty scary shit. >:D

Well, now that I have posted a nice, long entry, I must say goodbye. Thank you to all who read this. (Which is no one.)

*bows*

I'm at school right now, waiting to go to my indoor soccer game. It took my awhile to figure out how to customize my journal, so I hope ya like. :D I'm really bored, but I was just posting a note that I'll be posting chapters of anything really on Wednesdays. Wednesday is the day I upload, so don't forget...whoever reads this...(crickets)

Later for now.