From a blog called Prozac Nation:
"today is monday. and i'm back home early from school. feel like takin a nap. speaking of which, i had a dream last night. i dreamt that i was running and running. and i fell into a deep dark hole. when i finally hit the ground, i screamed and i screamed so hard that i woke myself up. this happens almost all the time. dreams seldom allow a person to actually die. it always ends at the point when you are a spilt second away from death. like when you get shot and you scream and wake up, when you're drowning and gasping for air and you wake up, when you're falling and you struggle and you wake up.. etc etc..
something just dawned on me.. what if life is nothing but one gargantuan dream that goes on and on? and what if the only way to wake up from the dream is to die? just like wht always happen in my dreams.. i never see myself getting killed. i woke up b4 i hit the ground after my fall in my dream.. if my life is a dream, and my dream is a nightmare, that would make my life living nightmare, then i'd have to find someway to my life (aka living nightmare) to wake myself up. make sense? yes? no?"
Yes.
Well, no.
I had a similar thought a few days ago... though not with the living nightmare take on things.
I'm far more cheery. "What if life was just a dream," I wondered, "for it's entirely within the realms of possibility.... what if life was just a dream, what would await me when I awoke?"
My point is, everybody knows that drugs are great.
Even Andrew Bolt couldn't deny that drugs provide you with an increase in hipness, coolness, AND grooviness, with a marked decrease in squareness.
But what most people don't know is this... drugs can also have negative consequences!
Now, I'm a doctor, of sorts. I certainly have an assortment of official looking diplomas on the wall of my office... but I'm afraid you'll have to ask a specialist if you want to know the specific consequences of various drugs... I'm afraid that in all my experimentation, I only have the raw data pertaining to taking a lot of different crap.
I am happy to report, though, that losing track of what you were going to say when you quoted that blog earlier in the day, is definitely a consequence of marijuana use. Curse you, Devil Weed.
It's hard to pick one specific point... it works on so many levels... I guess this makes it: Marijuana 1 Cam 0.
I'll get you yet, Marijuana State!
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In other news, some notes on yesterday's entry.
1. A more accurate description of the colour of my pants is "olive coloured" as opposed to "avacado coloured."
2. I actually had the manly version of the Baby-G watch in 1997. It was called a G-Shock.
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In further other news, there was a spider in my room tonight.
A medium sized spider.
Not a huntsman.
And not a Daddy Long Legs.
A medium sized spider.
And it looked fucking badass.
It seemed to taunt me with it's fangs... dripping their venom...
Any moment, it seemed to say, I could pounce.
Despite this immediate danger, I remained calm and rational.
As many of you know, I'm a very humane person. I'm very much of the belief that all animals have feelings - and that karmic retribution will be visited upon those who do not respect their insect brethren.
So, I removed the spider in the most humane way possible.
With a can of deodorant and a lighter. Burn, you little fucker! BURN!
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This guy is totally right. The Lego of today fucking sucks.
The children's television of today also sucks.
As does the music.
"Part of the glory of the old, adapatable Legos was that they let you tell your own story. I remember my Lego people struggling under the thumb of their oppressive dictator by periodically walking around naked and sabotaging his rocket-powered pirate ship (which was awesome, by the way)."
Word to that, my brother.
Me and Sam Gardner (when we weren't searching for Bigfoot behind Sam's house or running our gang, The Pipsqueaks) would have a grand old time creating grandiose tales of spacepirates etc. It would often turn out that two warring dudes were like, related! Or they were friends when they were kids.
Take that, Bryce Courtney! Beat your slow ass to the punch by like, forever!
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The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
what good word for sex has an o in it?
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
...other than rooting
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
rooting is a particularly excellent word, in my opinion
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
lots of poignancy
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
...is that the right word?
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
ah, it'll do.
Dr. Cam Sexenheimer says:
Copulating?
Dr. Cam Sexenheimer says:
Making love?
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
no, no
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
you're missing the point
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
copulating and coming don't go together
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
copulating and... ejaculating, exchanging fluids, mysparmagulating, and so on
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
they go together
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
as for making love
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
that's a much more... sensual thought
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
that goes with... well, I don't know what that goes with, really
The Ultimate Lost Cause says:
I don't think there's any romantic way of describing semen flying around all over the place
Dr. Cam Sexenheimer says:
That's really great, Evan!
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