Thursday, August 29, 2002 :::
One Headlight (Wallflowers)
652pm on a Tuesday
In my room… Sitting on my soon to be replaced bed. Before the laptop… before the Pentium 3, and before Microsoft Word came the might pen and the majestic paper. The only electronics in my room are the lights to shine my note pad, the fan to cool me on the sweltering summer day, and the c.d. player offering the sweet harmonies of Boys 2 Men.
What’s in my head?
Lately I’ve been thinking about what would happen if I was somewhere else… if I was someone else. What if I didn’t have this plush ass job with a T1 connection? Would I have met all the cool peeps online? Would I have this blog? What if, instead, I was on a fishing boat in Alaska? Would I be wearing a yellow rain coat like Padington Bear? Desperately hoping that some Fox reality show would get me married? What if my parents hadn’t decided to move to America from the Philippines? Would I be climbing a coconut tree? Sporting flip flops to the thousands of pool halls? Sometimes I think it’s time for a change. But where can I go? What can I do? What am I qualified for? I don’t know. I guess on this crappy beat up road of life I’ve been on the goal is to keep walking a straight line. Every so often I’ll take a quick glance over my shoulder to see what’s there, but it’s always something that should be left right were it is.
::: posted by boots at 11:59 AM
Tuesday, August 27, 2002 :::
Revival Bad Moon Rising (Creedence Clear Water)
Maybe a year ago I was in bed with a significant other whom I’m no longer with. It was early morning. Maybe around 5am or so, just before the sun comes on full blast. I opened my eyes and saw my room, and everything in it. I could tell that things weren’t quite right, but it seemed to be normal enough. I tried to get up so I could go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t move my body. My eyes were open, and I could see, but my body wasn’t responding. I don’t really thing to much of the situation at the time, because I think I’m still half way asleep… so I’m like whatever. I’ll just go back to sleep and get up later. I take a look around and guess what! There are at least five people walking around my room. Hole e crap! They have a white glow and look kinda messed up. Like they’re kinda dead. I know… now you’re thinking that all I ever do is dream about dead people. But I don’t. Anyway. I’m in bed just looking at the people walking around in my room wondering what the hell they want. One of them floats over my head and comes really close to my face. It was so real that I could almost smell him. So I freak out and turn to my ex and try to wake her up because I wanted her to see all of this. I move my head towards her and she’s turned into one of them. Oh my… this is about the time I start thinking this isn’t a dream and now I know I’m really awake, because it’s all just a little too real. From the start I knew I was awake, but I just couldn’t move. Now I wanted to move so bad, but something was holding me down. Eventually I start to hyperventilate, and my ex starts to shake me. I could see her trying to wake me because my eyes are open. I could hear her trying to call my name. I wake up and she asked me what was wrong, but all I told her was that I had a bad dream. I sit in bet for a little bit. Just a little reluctant to layback down, and even more hesitant to look at my girl. Yuk!
::: posted by boots at 8:16 AM
