Today is: Uhhh... not sure...

Sleep:noun
A natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body, in which the eyes usually close and consciousness is completely or partially lost, so that there is a decrease in bodily movement and responsiveness to external stimuli. blah, blah,blah...

That is a dictionary definition of sleep for everyone who, like me, can't remember what the hell sleep is anymore. Sleep deprivation is fun. It keeps you on your toes. Wheeeeeeeee!

Why do all of my dreams lately make absolutely no sense, yet seem more real than my life when I am awake. Even more confusing is the fact that all my dreams lately seem to be set in the weird neighborhood where none of the buildings could possibly exist in reality. Last night I dreamt I was trapped, so to speak, in a hotel where the 3rd floor was apparently the expensive VIP and Luxury floor. The rooms were decorated in late 1800 to early 1900's style, but rigged up as such that when you move through the rooms the appliances, such as radios or TVs (Yes, TVs, somewhat out of timeframe, I know) would readjust themselves for your convenience.

When the room would readjust itself it did so in such a way that would claustrophobics a heart attack. Which wouldn't be that bad, but my dreams have become so real that I could actually smell the dust and metallic stink of all the things in the room, and it made an ordinary, brightly-lit room feel like something straight out of The X Files. Very creepy.

Finally, when I did manage to make my way out to the lobby, I instinctively hid under the first stairway I saw. I was soon joined by a girl I had seen previously in other dreams. Apparently, my partner in these dreams. Which isn't weird in and of itself, but then tonight I'm watching a movie, Celeste in the City, when I see that one of the actresses in the movie looks just like the girl from all the weird dreams. I find out her name is Sadie LeBlanc. Her site is: http://www.sadieleblanc.net and she is extremely beautiful in my opinion and a hell of an actress as well. Unfortunately, that now makes my dreams that much weirder.

So long, Decent Night's Sleep! Not that I mind dreaming about this girl... or someone who looks remarkably like her, but forget any normal dreams from now on, now that she'll be there with me.

If anyone out there has been having the same dreams, and have seen me, or especially if you are that girl that keeps showing up, feel free to let me know. It may sound crazy, but I am dead serious. I need to know. If you need to see my pic, it's on HotorNot.com at http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=NERYGMN&key=KDU and my E-mail is: tyger9575@yahoo.com I need to know that I'm not going insane. These dreams are too strong to not mean something. I think...

Deep thought for today: Did you ever see a dream walking? Well, I did. Did you hear a dream talking? Well, I did.

Today is: Tiresome and Annoying

Why does no one know how to drive? Does everyone instantly insane when they get behind the wheel? Just furious curious.

Deep thought for today: Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my Dragula.

P.S. I love learning new things :)

Today is: Surreal, making way to Nucking Futs!

I had the discussion I never saw coming a million miles away. Actually spent nearly an hour discussing the difference between Hero, Villain,& Anti-Hero. It started with my friend wanting to know when the Catwoman movie was supposed to come out, and moved into a lengthy discussion as to whether or not Catwoman is a Villain.

In all mediums, Catwoman only did things she thought would be for the better of society in general. When she blew up the department store in the Batman movie, who did the store belong to but Max Schreck, the man who pushed her out of a window and left her for dead. Understandably, she was a "little upset", to say the least.

The only reason she attacked Batman was because he felt it was his duty to stop from commiting criminal acts. Her criminal acts directed at Max Schreck, of course. If someone stopped you from exacting revenge on the person responsible for your attempted murder, you'd probably be somewhat pissed too!

And while I'm on the subject, Batman isn't exactly a full-blown Hero, either. His need for justice breeding from the need to exact revenge on the person, or persons responsible for his parents' murders. Sound somewhat familiar? So, technically, Batman as well as Catwoman fall into the category of Anti-Hero, as far as I can see.

Anti-Hero: A main character in a dramatic or narrative work who is characterized by a lack of traditional heroic qualities, such as idealism or courage. 2. a protagonist who lacks the characteristics that would make him a hero (or her a heroine)

Hero: A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life.

Villain: A wicked or evil person; a scoundrel.

So, all in all, Catwoman isn't exactly a Villain, more Anti-Hero, not unlike Batman. Of course, our discussion was much longer and dragged out, into much more detail, but you get the point. That is, if you aren't completely bored and confused by now.

Deep thought for the day: And they say that a Hero could save us, I'm not gonna stand here and wait...

Today is: Confusing, yet, all at once, much too clear.

Is it just my paranoia or does it sometimes seem like everyone is hiding something? Like they can't tell you the whole truth about what they think of you and just how much, down deep, you really annoy the hell out of them?

I guess I'm just tired of being the "safe" guy. You know, the guy that all your female friends can go out with to just hang out, because they know they are in no way whatsoever attracted to you, and that nothing is going to happen between you and them?

Yet, I don't have it in me to be the "player" type. I just have gotten to the point where I don't understand what it is about me that makes girls be my friend, and not take so much as the smallest chance to see if there could be more between us than friendship. I don't know if I can go on caring and looking out for people I care about and continue to be pretty much the Invisible Man, when it comes to women.

If you treat women like they don't really matter and you could fine with or without them, all of a sudden it's sexy, and if you care about someone and treat them like they should be treated, with respect, caring, and love, you are instantly a schmuck. A.K.A. The one who'll be there whenever they fall.

Love, or wnatever it is disguising itself as Love, is really starting to piss me off. It's like it's sitting in a tree just out of reach, taunting, "Nyah, nyah, you can't catch me, Safe Boy!" Shyeah, you know what... Bite me, Love!

Deep thought for the day: There’s got to be more to life than this. There’s got to be more to everything I thought exists