legohead

far scarier than pumpkinhead, especially when it’s your own head that is the lego in question.

i have been sick recently ( since saturday ). nothing major, no fever. just sinus issues with sore throat and fatigue. major fatigue ( i almost passed out going to the mailbox ), but big deal. i’m not going to die. i’ve just felt really bad for two or three days.

when i get sick though, it always seems as if the floodgates suddenly break and my dreams get weird as hell.

it seemed average at first. in my dream i was sitting in my front yard when my cellphone rang. i picked it up out of the grass, flipped it open and started to say hello. before i could though, my head fell off.

i repeat: my head fell off.

now, sure, it’s a dream, but abrupt decapitation without reason is always going to freak you out. it doesn’t matter how sick you are, how many drops of acid you’ve done that evening or how many mushrooms you’ve scraped from under a pile of cow shit ( or is it horse shit? one makes you loopy and the other kills you ).

that’s not even the creepiest part though. when my head just popped off, like it was a grape at the mercy of some giant, there wasn’t any blood or guts. no candy ( although that may’ve made me feel better ) either. instead, it was like two legos being plucked apart.

three things i desperately want to know.
1. who was calling me? just so i know to never, ever answer my cellphone if they call
2. what the hell does this say about my subconcious?
3. could this possibly be stranger than the dream i had about my friend sean and neil patrick harris sending me on a scavenger hunt so that i could make neil a weird, elvis-esque get-up out of burlaps sacks and animal hides?

saint margaret and the dragon

is there more to know about a single person’s ideals and beliefs, or facts in the enitre world?

at first, i assumed that there were more facts.  then again, one has to consider that religion falls under the category of beliefs and there is a “metric shit-ton” to know about any one of the world’s religions. so now, i really have no idea, and i get the sinking feeling that there is no answer to my question.

 

on another note, the weather is gradually getting more and more appealing. especially in the afternoons. at night, my family is cranking the heat up while i am barricading the vents and the crack under my bedroom door with towels. the way i see it, a chilly room just makes the bed that much more inviting, so sleep comes far easier. as a result though, it’s far more difficult to leave a warm bed and step into a cold closet.

 

i’ve made my choice though.

do not expect goals

at least, not the sort most people would/should have. here, i think i will embrace a natural lack of flowery and advanced language ( even though i do “read too much” ). somehow, i find more meaning in commonplace words and phrases ( which is why whenever i suddenly start to trivialize them, i get nervous ). it i also my goal to come off as a strong individual to other people. strong, or at least like i know what i’m doing … or, if not that, at least like it doesn’t bother me that i don’t know what i’m doing.

see how i didn’t try using two-dollar words?

normally i would want to widen my vocabulary, and i do .. but not here. however, for the sake of .. well, i don’t know, but i like making lists.

favorite words, thus far:

• lackadaisical
• whim
• procreation
• collander
  
  but those are all two-dollar words, and from now on, i’ll try not to use them here. i’m not promising anything though, and the list will continue to grow.

testing

one, two?

i’ve had this account for some time, but only a username. this, of course, is the blog portion that i neglected to make way back when. blogs are trendy things. it’s rumored that they live on a diet of two dollar bills and can perform laser eye surgery on willing participants. my vision is pretty good though, so i’m not sure how much use i’ll get out of this gadget.