Hidden Treasure

In an attempt to de-clutter my timeline and fix a setting here and there, I just so happened to stumble upon an old Note I composed roughly three or so years ago titled "Dear Diary" on Facebook. As it turns out, I truly am as lame I've always thought, and in three more years from now I'll think the exact same..

Lately i've been stressed in awfully peculiar ways and can't seem to release such emotions and de-clutter my mind as simply as the click of a button. I need a job and the feeling of un-inspiration is an ever present tug at my throat. Sometimes all I care to do is sit in a rain-filled puddle and watch the storm clouds roll by. But that might appear strange and somewhat alarming for my current setting, so I instead remain inside and meander my thoughts elsewhere. It's also not so reassuring when you have accumulated emotional stress from a loved one whom you absolutely can not console in the flesh. For all I have experienced in this life time, this is such a terribly horrific pain. However, knowing the persons we are and the knowledge we've gained delivers the slightest bit of hope that all will inevitably be sewn in a perfectly straight line. 

Now that I've bored you to death with my whiny blabbering, let's move on to some positivity! I've managed to complete a tremendous amount of homework in one day AND within a significant time before deadline. haa. Anywho, I'm somewhat in the mood to write sooooo off I go. We'll see how this turns out. MAHA

He was the product of naiveté, the love child of addicts. He was exquisite; dark brown saucers illuminated his face, penetrating one's inner core. He was also the product of slight fortune, the kind of fortune physically tangible to the mother and reared by the father. 

The son was fostered in a perfectly construed Bronx apartment, from the the nourishing family settled in the home all the way down to the light fixtures strung from the ceiling. All appeared pleasant on the surface, but beneath such cheery smiles and laughs from the welcoming of the newborn son laid the haunting truth of the couple's weakness. One, the slave of the substance. The other, slave of the fiend. 

The two were utterly and ridiculously inseparable  and purely infatuated by one's love for the other. The attraction was ever present as indicated by the stares and glances, revealing the toxic bond. The previous lifestyles of the two could not have been more different, yet their current setting explained all. Two rebels with no cause, careless attitudes and drugs. 

That's all I've got for now. Off to my memory foam. 

Ermehgerdd

Startled, much?

Fayst, like a nascar nascar

"And IIIII will always love yooooooouuuuUUooohhh" is currently being sung/playing in my apartment and it is truly enriching. It fills my soul. Just as when I remember my dreams! Here's how my unconscious mind reacts to 1 am delusion filled with bath robes and One Direction and banshee dancing:

10-23-2011 10:30 ish

The first setting included a rather urban area with lots of roadways and tall buildings (similar to the train station near Jack London Square in Oakland). I was seen walking around this area by myself with luggage looking for a particular store or possibly a birthday party location. Maybe even a mixture of the two. Anyway, I finally discovered my destination, settled myself and began watching a t.v. show that appeared to replay itself for quite some time. Later on I went outside and saw that my cousin was standing near a very gigantic, very beige Chevy convertible with a red trunk reminiscent of the 1970s. It was apparently her birthday present, go figure. All her friends were squeezed in the car (maybe 8 or so), ready to go for a ride in the area. They were kind enough to ask if I wanted to join them, but there was realistically only enough room for about 1.5 people. Thus, one of the girls suggested I sit on the back of the car (where I would obviously fall off, stupid) so I declined the offer. For some reason I decided to jumped in the car next to the driver's seat (oddly assertive) although I knew my cousin had to fit . She managed to fit as well, go figure #2. As we settled ourselves, the scene immediately changed into an indoor speedway racing arena. Apparently we were  entered in the current race. Judging by our surroundings, we realized the car was backwards on the course, so we turned around and started driving. The ride was EXTREMELY, extremely fast and thrilling, but something was definitely off. When I drove it felt similar to that of an animated car game one plays at an arcade, meaning the slightest move I made took me in all sorts of odd directions. Because of such mayhem, the car spun (maybe even flipped) at one point and finally came to a halt in a tunneled portion of the course. We were disoriented, partly because no other cars were passing UHgain and for the other simple fact that we were just in a car crash... SO, I managed to get out of the car, and either my belt flew off or was ripped off by myself, but at that moment I thought it appropriate to whip it in the direction we should go. That direction led us to oncoming traffic. Smart. Somehow we maneuvered our way out of the mess and continued driving. I suppose this was the dream's ending. Exciting, right? I like to think yes.

Good day, sunshine.. more like good night, mooonlight

Hm. Hm. Hm. I just did about an entire kitchen full of dishes, along with a good amount of homework and studying/reading today. I'd like to say I've been rather productive. But then again, I only managed to work so diligently as a result of my godforsaken procrastination. ANYWHO, Thank the Lord tomorrow is Friday! THANK THE CELESTIAL BODIES AND GREEK GODS AND OUR ALMIGHTY CREATOR. PRAISE JESUS, IN HIS NAME. Amen. Okay, i'll stop.

So, back to reality. Ohp! There goes gravity. But really now.

As you, the reader, can see, I've been slightly neglecting to update this thang thang for a selected number of days. Sorry, you'll just have to manage. First off, my dreams have been rather odd and vivid lately as a result of my Justin Bieber sleeping mask (as always). If only I had the energy to record every single one.. I'll just briefly cover the ones that actually remain in my immediate memory:

Sunday October, 14 (9:50 am)
I was in a building going through the halls and happened to stumble upon a small recording studio where Rob Dyrdek and a random Asian girl were talking. I asked to join in on the conversation and the rest was history. We were all laughing, even taking pictures on my camera (that was actually working, mind you). The faces he made as we took picture after picture brought me so much joy. Oh, the faces. At one point I also asked him the following: "If you don't mind, could I ask you 5 interview questions?!" He agreed so I then proceeded to ask: "So, whatever happened to minihorse?" The tone significantly shifted as he dove into his story about the minihorse running away and whatnot. I don't recall any of the other questions but we still had a good laugh. Later on Drama and Big Black came in the studio. I remember talking to Drama and also washing something off my chest as he helped, while moments later a group of provactively dressed girls barged through the door. Drama stared as I said, "You better stop!" as if we were friends.. lol Later later on a group of heavy set black girls came in with toonnns of alcohol, apparently returning from their prom. From then on we all "partied" and whatnot. Quite odd if you ask me. I think I was also drawing in a coloring book with one of the girls later on too..

It's quite amusing how many twists and turns and speed bumps and mountains and mole hills and plateaus and canyons and stop lights and right-turn-only signals I have recently encountered. More like recently encountered within the past six days. Literally. I would go further into detail, but that may get boring.

At any rate, I managed to remember a smidgen of my dream this morning as I was brushing my teeth. Here's all that I can really recall:

I was at some sort of graduation ceremony in a large hall or auditorium watching strangers walk the stage, and was seen standing along a rail area with a good amount of other people. At one point a very tall blonde woman came strolling down the walkway, appearing to be Heidi Klum. All the spectators went into a frenzy over her presence as she glided past them, slapping an excited hand here and there. As she approached my side of the rail, she made eye contact. Klum began talking to me, letting me know I was needed backstage for some odd reason. At that very moment I seized the opportunity to make a memory by asking to take a picture with her. Of course, to my greatest benefit, my camera showed that it was either out of memory or battery so that I could not snap one single photo. I was thoroughly embarrassed and disgusted with myself after she left the scene. The rest remains a slight blur but I do believe I managed to follow her orders by going backstage. From there, I was near a large body of water attempting to find something, as usual (10-10-12 10:17 am).

Here's to the first dream. And here's to always remembering to charge your batteries, folks!

Bah Humbug, bro

As it turns out, my Tempurpedic stabbed me in the back with a 50 foot sword last night. Not only did I neglect to set an alarm to wake up for ANY of my classes (only 2 though), but I also failed to remember any details of my dreams in my panic-stricken state upon waking. Absolutely lovely. I guess I'll just put in some work, go running, and hit up "The Melt" job fair.

Ah, c'est la vie.

Whatchu tawkin bout, Willis

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good niiight.

Well, well, well. Blogspot, we meet yet again. The last time we met I was a jumbled mixture of high school related adjectives/personas and now, well,  here I am as a second year college student at San Francisco State University studying Business Hospitality, living in a cozy location I like to call Buckingham Palace (not really, but really).

Anywho, lately it seems my brain has experienced a flash flood of peculiar/whimsical/straightupwtf ideas, thoughts, & emotions. Maybe it's due to my lack of employment/sleep or involvement in student activities, or possibly because I miss my homeboys and homegirls (aka parents/family/friends), OR even the fact that I have yet to unleash any sort of creativity within the past month (minus cooking), meaning my time is constantly wasted on tumblr and twitter.

Sounds silly, right? I know it is, and that is why I have taken the liberty upon myself to  make a fresh start by drop kicking my pathetic little ass and becoming more PROACTIVE, and in the process accomplishing the following: pay my $100 muni ticket on time, search for/sieze jobs, explore the city a tid bit more, eat healthier (farmers markets, hollaaa) & (I-I-I) work out, receive spiritual healing, and exercise my brain by actually maintaining my dream journal and this newly added blog. In addition to passing tests and finishing homework on time of course...

EHERMEHGERD, exciting riiight? Probably not to you, person reading this, but the person writing this is highly ecstatic. --be right back, going to inhale/exhale some of San Francisco's fine air--

To wrap this thang thang up so I can successfully prepare myself for tomorrow's lecture I'd like to first warn you that some of the future content may be extremely odd or perhaps uncomfortable, so please bear with me. This is my unconscious mind and sometimes I freak myself out too.

But wait, I forgot to even mention what this "future content" will regard. hm. My dreams, basically. And the occasional snapshot of the faces my backpack makes. Weird combination, yes. Do I care, no.

Well, it's time to get those 7 hours. Tempurpedic, treat me well.