Zombies

I just woke up from a really scary dream.

It was winter time, I was at a party at some random house which appeared to be New Boston. The party was going good until out of nowhere some kids just start walking around like they're sick then I heard someone shout something about a bite, so I grabbed my friend, whom I don't know in real life, we hopped in my van and left.

While driving I remembered the movie Zombieland and realized I didn't check the back seat. I look and there are two girls from the party in the very back of my van. Trying to remain calm I grabbed the hammer that appeared next to me (its a dream, things just appear) and started talking to them. They talked back in a normal voice so that was at least good. Then I asked if either of them were bitten and one said "Yea some dude just flipped out on me at that party." They had no idea what was going on. It was then that I decided we needed to stop and get gas.

I pulled into a gas station in Southgate right down the road from my apartment. I also noticed there was a cop sitting across the street. I knew if she turned I couldn't kill her right away unless she was attacking me, and thats too much of a risk. so I opened the back hatch and let them out. One said she didn't feel good, so I recommended they go inside and get something to drink.

On their way in I shut the back hatch, and hop in the drivers seat. I look back and one begins to turn. I go to start the van but it won't start, probably because it was cold. Or it might just be because it was a dream, who knows. It starts after they've come up to my van pounding at it. I guess the other one turned, but a lot faster than the one who was originally bitten. Either way, I throw it into reverse, back up to give myself room to drive away, then hit the break. Breaks don't work, there's ice on the ground, I hit the car behind me.

At this point I really hope that cop still isn't across the street, but I said screw it, and drove semi slowish out of the parking lot. I look over and the cop isn't there, which is a good thing cause he could have stopped me not understanding what the hell was going on.

I was still freaking out though. I started considering my options, go back to my apartment, go to my friend Steves house, or go to my friend Adams house. Steve and Adam being two people I consider very educated in the matter. Then I thought, or I could just wake up, and I did..... weird.

So I guess you could say I helped spread the outbreak by transporting a zombie to Southgate and letting it loose without even killing it. Muh bad. Either way, if a zombie outbreak ever occurred in real life, I just hope it doesn't happen in winter. It would be way to hard to drive.

Just An Update

You have no idea what it feels like to say "Naw manz I'm free tonight, I quit that job!" when someone asks if I work midnights tonight. Such a relief, knowing I'll have a life soon enough. BALLER!!!! (that was for Ray, lol) So therefore, hopefully getting back on a regular sleep and eating schedule. I really have to work on that! The eating that is.


I did fine all day till after Hans show. When I drink, which isn't all that often, I get the munchies! After Rack'n Roll we went to Arthurs, I told my self just a ruben sandwhich. After that, I asked for chili cheese fries..... As humans we do that. We do things that we know we're not supposed to do. I would have been fine with out any food, but it wasn't good enough. I guess this is like any sort of addiction? I'm not sure. I don't know if I'm addicted to food, or if I just eat cause its there and I like flavor of food in my mouth. Maybe it's boredom. Probably not addiction.


Lately I've acquired an "addiction" to indie and indie-folk music. Right now I'm listening to Iron and Wine and downloading The Swell Season. Tell Phill Johnson three years ago he would like this stuff and he would say you were crazy! I just learned how awesome Sufjan Stevens "Seven Swans" album is, that's all folky and acoustic...y stuff. I do dig. I want to start a folk band. I might actually have the time now. Coolness. The only thing I have written so far is a western folk two-step. In cut time swing/4 (swing/4 is 4/4 with a shuffle beat, and you probably have no idea what I'm saying). Either way, everyone that heard it, except Hike Monto, liked it (he's a pansy).

Hans band did really good tonight, I was very impressed. I had no idea my roommate could push out a scream like that. Their guitarist who sang was really good too. Their newest song, aside from their cover of "Eleanor Rigby" was my favorite. I especially liked the drum and singing break near the end. Good night over all.

Either way though.

Bouts to sleep, my pinky finger on my right hand beat my body to it already. It's hard to type when I can't tell if I'm hitting the enter key or an empty spot on my keyboard. Sleep time, night

Everything Happens For A Reason

How could I be so ignorant to forget what has kept me in tact for so long. The motto and faith I live by, a lack of faith in anything is a lack of faith in God. Therefore everything happens for a reason. Knowing that everything is in Gods hands and not my own is so refreshing, but there are times I forget this. Take lately for example. I've been so concerned with my own ambitions and whats "fair" that I've been kinda missing the point. Friendship.

I think it took a clear mind to figure things out, and my mind has been weighted for a few months now. Mostly because I've been working midnights and hating it. My life went out the window when I did. I couldn't spend the time with my friends and the ones I care about. But that's all done with now. I went in last night, on my day off, to do the stock order. I found out somebody else had already done it.Reason being was they "can't rely on me". Fair enough, if you can't rely on me and my word, then you can't rely on me to come in the next night for work :-) So needless to say, I'm hanging up the midnights hat a little early!

In this new freedom, I was allowed to think clearly. I was lying in bed last night when it hit me like a ton of bricks, I'm complaining about things that are happening in my life when its Gods hands at work. So, this means I'm complaining about Gods work??? CRAP! This was not my intention. I was pissed, looking for answers, answers to questions I shouldn't have been selfish enough to ask in the first place! Answers I didn't really need to know. However I received a few answers last night when I could actually focus on the relevant, and it is a weight lifted!

I'm sure you're good and lost now. Some who read this will know exactly what I'm talking about. But there's still a lesson to be learned for those who don't. Trust in God. Trust that He knows where he's taking you. Your job is to be thankful and love along the way. And though His driving my be scary at some points, He will get you to your destination. It may not be where you think you should be, but its exactly where you're intended to be.

...... Last time I said Gods driving scared me He let me know He was in control. Last fall, my best friend was driving my van. She was going a little too fast getting off the highway on a ramp and started losing control of the vehicle. We started swerving and fishtailing. We were afraid. Then out of nowhere the van straightened up and everything was fine, as if God said "You're scared of my driving, huh? Well just be thankful I know where I'm taking you." I've noticed He works like that.

Either way, I've got some splainin to do!