Why? It's just a dream after all. But, bear with me here while I shove you this segway. My subconscious is been acting up again lately and it’s been very active during my sleep. That means I get to dream all sorts of crazy shit.
A nerd's worst nightmare™
It happened something like this: It was the start of the next semester at my local posilga or as some people call it, College. But nothing was what it’s supposed to. The place was arranged more like a public high school without air conditioning and rotting chairs. I had an all day class schedule where I took 4 classes from 7 AM to 5 PM. This is where the whole thing goes bat shit. Everybody in the whole university hated me. Early in the morning and between classes dudes would come up to me to start fights, shove me around, insult me, punch me, throw my stuff around, and all those favorite things some people unfortunately live in reality up to this day. When sitting in class girls would throw stuff at me, try to steal shit from my back pack, break my notebooks and papers, walk near my desk to hit me, walk near me to intentionally bump with me so that they could start harassing me. In one occasion, one girl stole homework from me to pass it up as hers. Then out of nowhere (like in almost every dream I have) comes this only girl that supposedly I knew from a long time ago and was good friends with me and tells me to take her homework so I could hand it in and not worry about it.
It was last period and shortly after that event dudes walk up to me and tell me to go outside where there is a group of thugs waiting to kick my ass. It seemed that everybody was waiting for the event as I saw people gossiping and gathering outside. I try to ignore the events that will inevitably unfold as I walk to my car but unable to continue I find myself surrounded by 8 guys. Two of them walk up to me ready to punch me and as I get my face smashed with a fist I have a realization that is just a dream. The effect was temporary but during the fight I ended up beating the shit out of everybody. With nothing else to do except for going home, I get on my car and start the engine. On my way out of the parking I see the mysterious girl looking at me with a face full of shock. I was pissed and I had no time for unnecessary events so I continued home. There a series of events took place that involved scenes from another dream I had that involved my high school and a supposed reunion. But that dream was too messed up and complicated to put in a series of chronologic events so I'll just say that I had a great time during that temporary trip to the past.
Then comes the next day and I knew what was coming. Everybody looked at me with a mad face as if in the next minute I were about to die. The mysterious girl walks up to me and says “I have something for you”. She takes my hand and puts seven little pieces of rocks with different colors. I thought they were skittles. But as she explained they were rocks that grated me some sort of power. I took her word for it. Exactly 37 minutes passed according to my wrist watch that I never wear in real life and a few dudes come right at me for another ass kicking. I figured I could spare me the trouble this time so I start running. I notice that the rocks in my hand start to shine. Suddenly I can’t control the speed I’m going and find out that I’m running really, really fast. I was about to bump in to two girls but at the speed I was going I jumped over them. I notice that I was approaching to a ramp style hill and without even thinking about it; it catapults me in the air at the speed I was going. Unfortunately I didn’t get to know if I died when I would fall on the ground because the dream ended there.
I’m not going to get in what that nonsense could really mean because it’s that, just a dream. However some people like to look for a meaning when they dream stuff and that’s ok, I’m not ruling anything out because at least once in my life there was a dream I had during a nap in the evening only to become reality later that night. So yeah, it could mean anything because it’s open for interpretation. What I can say is that when I woke up and up to this day that dream left me with a gut wrenching feeling as if some invisible hand was trying to rip my stomach out through my throat. It’ll pass out eventually because at least in real life nobody hates me. Maybe I can think of one person if I try really hard. But why would anyone? I’m awesome.
Yeah it’s a very clichéd and washed out story but is not like I can control it. Unfortunately while typing this I forgot about the other and much cooler dream I had. If I remember it I’ll be sure to pollute the server with the events.
Today marks the day that this world was graced with my presence for the first time in 22 years. Or as some of you prefer to call it, it's my birthday. 22 and never been better. Sorry to disappoint you folks. No rant this time. I feel great. There were a few things that I though were gonna hold me from enjoying the best of today but all was taken care of yesterday. That means no more projects to bitch about and 3 checks waiting for me to spend them. For now at least. Although I want to make a few observations. It seems people are hipnotized to the notion that when a birthday comes up they must DO SOMETHING. Yes, yes the majority of people like to "party" or at least they think they do. Then we get into the definition of what it means to "party" and then the whole thing goes batshit. But in this particular case there have been numerous times that when a birthday comes up they start making plans. Everyone BUT the person getting older. It's like no one really bothered to ask the individual what they really wanted. So I thought, "What could I want to accomplish today". I'm faced with a variety of options. I could go for throwing a generic "party" like people expect. But the variable here is that me being part of the minority non-drinking population there wouldn't be a point to it for anyone else that could potentially show up. Face it, all those people that you don't see all year that you suddenly invite to your party they don't come for you, they come for the booze. They haven't cared to talk to you all year why you should also have to clean up their pool of vomit after they drink themselves to death in your day. Certainly I don't feel like going through all that trouble so the "party" is officially ruled out. Besides, don't even call me to wish me happy birthday if you or myself wont bother to talk all year. Theres a reason for that so just delete the number. You wont miss me and nether will I. Next I'm faced with the option of going out to eat. Yes one of my favorite past times. Nothing like it. But where I come from everything is expensive as shit. Expensive as in of all the expensives you could think of is the expensivest. So then I have to choose 3 maybe 4 people to invite and force them to spend $40 on a meal just because I was born today. Birthday not so happy anymore. All this because of the notion that people have that if its a birthday, unless you spend at least $20 on a mediocre meal at a so called fancy restaurant, it wouldn't do it justice.
I can't think of anything else that people think they are supposed to do on a birthday. But to me what really matters is that if get to be around the people that really matter to me, I wont need anything else. And maybe, just maybe go and grab a burger. They don't even have to wish me happy birth day. The cool thing about them is that I know they already mean well. You know who you are.
If I were to really have it my way today, I would have slept 20 hours then I would woke up with a Denny's breakfast already waiting for me, eat it until I can't breath anymore ,then japanese women in clad clothing would dance around me all while playing a stack of PS2 games in a comfortable couch and air conditioning. BUT all this I wrote up to now has been rendered useless by the fact that I had to work all day today. For shame. EOF.
Yeah its been a while. But you people should know better. By this time of the year there is just too much schoolwork to be keeping a blog. But sometimes the situation just calls for it. I mean it's literally screaming for it. But nonetheless is about an issue we are facing today. It's what that guy TommyV2 describes the "I don't know and I don't care" attitude of todays peers. Take this last project I have for example. Any one that prides themselves as being a responsible person can know exactly what it feels like. You are one of those fine gifted individuals that cares about what you do and your work. Its not that hard. You aren't obsessed or anything, you are just responsible enough to do exelent work. But then some shit professor assigns a mandatory group project. Yeah you know what's coming. We now have to deal with those individuals that will stop at nothing just to get as little work possible done. Power point? "Naw mahn i dount know ho to do tha shiet... yo do it". Gather information? Don't expect much. Bring APA style references. "WTF is APA mahn?!". Then because is not like they aren't doing anything. Nether they will learn something new or spare time to devote to something useful in their lives. They will always do just enough to blow it out of proportion and not get kicked out. And besides. It's a freaking group project. Enough work for four. Yet 75% of the workload will be yours alone. What I don't get is why drives these people do be so lazy and irresponsible. It's like they don't have any sense of responsibility. It's all the same to them. Oh and to think for a second and suggest that they do more work is blasphemy. How dare you to make them do something? It's an insult to them! It's like blaspheming Jesus in front of a Holy Priest. The nerve. This group projects always gets the worst out of me. It pisses me of. I always strive for perfection cause thats what I produce. I don't come here to be mediocre or average. I'm the freaking best of the seven deserts and if you don't recognize you're just jealous cause you're just that. Average, or even worse, bellow average. Just enough. Just a little. I complained this to some people I kept close. They all agreed that there a problem with today's masses that you cant expect anything out of them. Is just too much trouble, too much work, too much hasle, too much, whine whine, cry cry, sob sob. But some people actually think that theres a problem with my attitude and that I'm full of shit. Apparently my theory was right. This person concluded that I SUCK because I expect things from people. Things that are they are supposed to do. I got a kick out of it because these people ramble about how I have an attitude problem and the way I see things is the wrong way, and all this shit about how my way of thinking just sucks. LOL. I'm pissed because people aren't doing their work. Am I missing something? A friend I'm sure. This things are good to know because then you know who you're dealing with and what to expect. Apparently you can't expect support from friends too. Even though, thats what they're there for right? But I can't even expect that so...
You see folks in the end what I'm getting at is that this problem isn't just in our schools. It's present at work, in relationships, in every aspect of your life. Tell me something great humans this side of the hemisphere have done in the past 3 years? Not at least in this side of the hemisphere I'm sure. History teaches us how people in the past achieved great things. Electricity, cars , internet. And yes the internet IS OLD. Yet right now all I see is just a bunch of useless potheads pretending to be Doctors, Teachers, Lawyers. The future rest on the shoulders on those very lazy average, good for nothing runts. But they will always complain that is just too much to expect from them and will take it off their backs. Is up to us people that really care then to carry the weight and trouble of things. We are few, they are many. We are strong, they are shit. But the weight of the world might be what break our backs eventually and is us going down with them and their pool of uselessness. I'm just saying, I wanted to believe that we are still capable, we are still the dominant species. But at this pace, worms will soon take over as the intelligent beings on the planet. Then comes people like that and makes me loose all faith by telling me to shut up, you suck and sit there and expect shit. Thanks a lot. This is why then you end up in a mediocre relationship with a mediocre job and a mediocre income with a mediocre wife and obnoxious pothead kids.
In the end, I hope for 2 things. That I always have worthwhile people around to rely on unlike the group project experiences teach me. I'm always self sufficient but even people like me have friends for a reason. It seemed this time I expected too much of them. At least for know the future looks cloudy on that one. For now I can only hope I still have good people around me. And the other thing is that I hope I'm proven wrong about humanity. Don't get me wrong. Theres a lot of potential. But if we really put a man on the moon the its that all that we can expect?
Enough ranting, time to relax and play some Contra.
This is a post that I was planning to do back at the start of the year. But with probably good reason the server was down every time I tried. And with good reason I guess. I warn you. This is a very cynical point of view but satirical in some ways. Nonetheless it will make an interesting post.
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This only happens maybe once or twice a year.
It is when you fire up Microsoft Word Open Office and let things rip. Utter inspiration and common sense fill your mind and you have to get it out there. It is time. Yes I’m back bitchez and I’m being serious (I wanted to say it like that anyways). Not too much to write during vacation. Seriously you wanted to hear how I worked every day of my “holyday recess from school”? I don’t even remember it myself. It was all the same every day that by forgetting one day I forgot all of them. However what saved me from myself was enlightenment provided by using the free time accumulated during two weeks to watch almost all seasons of 24 and countless of anime series. And play a game or two. But the way work positioned itself left me with a weird schedule that only underpaid overworked children in china know about. If the smartassery of my comments is starting to get to you then take a moment get a pizza, a double latte venti mocha, got to the fridge, bring a glass of Pepsi, no, bring the whole bottle and prepare yourself to be enlightened...
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Good, you’re back. Now, I’m here to tell you something very important. Pay close attention. YOU ARE AN IDIOT. YOU ARE A LOOSER. YOUR LIFE SUCKS AND YOU KNOW IT. How sad are you? No you don’t have lots of friends. That’s just a support group you have so you can all feel good about yourselves doing the shit you always do that makes you the puke of this planet. PATHETHIC WRETCH! ALL TO SATISFY YOUR LUST. Yes you that are not happy with your life and the way you are but continue anyways. YOU ARE AFRAID. YOUR SELF ESTEEM IS SO LOW you can’t even be yourself. If you know why you’re not a person that falls in this collective generalization then congratulations. Enjoy those chips, sit back open your mouth in shock and awe as I amaze you with my words. The ones that I’m about to tell them. And if you got offended in any way shape or form then don’t worry there’s still hope for you.
You thought that all those wasted weekends hung over in the trash can or the toilet would take it away but yet a few hours later it’s the same hangover pain in the ass/neck/elbow that you felt last week and was followed by the same shitty week. No, all those guys youre banging they don’t love you, they don’t think you’re awesome, they think you’re a dumb slut. You keep ignoring the same quality guy/only quality guy that thinks you’re the most awesome thing ever born yet even more so you know it but you keep doing it anyways. He’s too much for you to begin with and you know it. Better yet keep doing that and save him the trouble. Don’t make him miserable. 3 months of happiness aren’t worth it after the down to earth realization that you suck and are so shallow. And bah you must be already pregnant and ugly anyways. Yes you that think having 500 friends in MySpace is cool. Yes you that runs away from anything that resembles knowledge or doing actual work. Yes I’m talking about you that lives and dies by looking for the constant approval of other people as hopeless as you. Yes I talk about you that gets offended when anyone suggest/wants you to learn something useful for your life. What an insult to your intellect. After all, you know everything don’t you? And no, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Don’t worry I’ve already prepared the hate mail basket for you. Yes you myspace-surfin’, American-idol/Objetivo fama-watching, you STAR-rape_me_with_expensive_bad_tasting_coffie-BUCKS going, RAZR-babling, emo haircut-wearing, lipring-flashing, tongue ring-swalowing, diet-obsesing, anorexia-inducing, bottled water-drinking, iPod-carrying stereotype. Don’t you think you had enough? Enough of yourself or rather carrying that burden of being that person that you’re not. Stop waking up and looking yourself in the mirror trying to find flaws. Guess what you were born that way. Guess what, the minute you start accepting who you really are the minute you’ll start feeling happy. You’ll walk out the door and OMG are you ready for this… YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ANYMORE. About what? About what others think. Imagine if you could live a life where no one judges you. Actually you can and it is easy. So first stop getting rid of who you really are, trying to be and fit that mold society “approves” that doesn’t exist anyways. They change that every 3 weeks anyways. MTV works fast kids. And when you bought your emo clothes like the rest and don’t spend anymore they’ll change the trend anyways and its back to Hot Toppic. When was the last time you put something on to go out and you felt comfortable? As if you were walking around in your house with only a loose shirt and pants you can’t even feel. When was the last time you listened to music you really like? No you DON’T like dadee yankee, You just listen to it because they tell you to. “They”, being that little voice of society that tells you that if you don’t do what it says you will not be happy because (and) people will not like you. You know what? That guy with that voice in your head doesn’t even exist. It is all in your mind. The minute you disapproved yourself and stopped improving your real self is the minute the problem started and made you what you (not) are today. Go read a book. Go read two for freaks sake. Watch TV, GOOD TV. MySpace is not the internet. Don’t be a freaking tool! Start a blog. Write, exercise your mind. Let it speak. I bet it has a lot to say besides “I am so wasted” or “my boyfriend sucks”. You know what you have to do. The only thing for you to do is to overcome the cowardness that’s stopping you from evolving past the being you have become that you have worked so hard for and achieved nothing. Save money. Buy things you really like not what makes you look like the rest because it’s safe. Be polite. Stop treating people at fast foods like shit. They work much harder than you’ll ever do. In the mean time get a JOB! Stop expecting everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. The more you wait the more effed up you’ll end up soon. If he beats you up dump him. If she manipulates you tell her to get lost. Get your life back. And make the world a better place.
And just to clarify a few points. No I’m not bitter or pissed at everything. I don’t believe in stereotypes. And no I don’t have anything against MySpace. Go web 2.0 and all that. But I’ll go there the day you people stop making web pages so ugly that my Firefox crashes. 1997 called they want their website design back. With their MIDIs too! Stereotypes only exist because the collective consciousness creates them. It’s great to be accepted. And you know what. You don’t have to suck in the process. No I don’t have a problem with certain places or certain TV shows but some things are superficial and pretentious enough for me to criticize them. Hell I even go to Starbucks sometimes (but not for the coffee eeeww God forbid) just to get free Wi-Fi when my cable is down. And yes I buy stuff. Enough to show support. That stuff is just an expensive ass rape as it is anyways. Certain people just need a wakeup call. They need to stop being dumb. I know maybe you have felt similarly, I’m just putting it out there. If you probably understood why I wrote this maybe you don’t need it. But if something here made you tick in the back of your brain maybe you could apply one or two things here.
Excuse me for just a second while I take the time to dumb you down into stupidity and laughter. Let it be known that if you don't follow my geek/starwars culture you might not get the most out of it but still I know you're gonna find Yoda banging his head saying "oh shit" pretty funny. If you don't then you must be dead. Please point and laugh at this video that has had me laughing my ass out for the past twelve hours.
