Ozzy the magic tree

Yeah, really strange dream last night. There's a bunch of kids out in the middle of the street in front of the high school, only the road out there is about 4 lanes wider than it really is. They're all playing extreme vollyball, which basically involves all the kids hitting a giant beach ball back and forth over the overpass. We keep having to move because of busses, so whenever that happens someone shouts "bus! ... game on!" and we all move out of the way and then recongregate. I'm there, and the ball comes hurtling toward me and I'm about to bash it with my head as I have no free hands. This is because I'm messing with my camera. Suddenly out of nowhere these hands bop the ball and flies off to the other side. I vacate and go up to safe ground, next to Sara who is also messing with her camera. We sit there taking random pictures of the crowd and people passing by. At one point I see Kate and Dominique and I track Dominique with my camera to the practice field where another game is going on. It involved hitting a bunch of balls onto varying sizes of tarps. Phase shift and I'm in a video game, trying to escape... that's really all I remember about that section of the dream, save for the fact that I tried to turn myself invisible when I was being taken to see the king. Phase shift again and it's basically the part of Mr. Deeds where Adam Sandler takes the girl to Winchestertonfieldville. She's saying "oh yeah, that's where my brother fell out of Ozzy, the magic tree" and it's this tiny ass tree and she says "he was really small." At that point she starts singing "ozzy, the magic tree" over and over again. Then this kitty comes out and I say "you may not know this, but you used to be named Ozzy." Then out of nowhere Strongsad flies forward and lies down in front of the tree, pretending to be trapped in it. Then I woke up. What. The. Fuck.

DIE

AAAAGGGRTRARAGAHEYOWEUYGASHGHHH!!!! X_@ *explodes in a ball of firey stress* Ughh... my mom... for the last two days... has left the little kids under my care while she goes to work. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but today has just been a serious pain in the ass. My mom has the VCR set up to record Star Trek, but the VCR didn't work, and I'm sure she's gonna blow up in my face about that and act like it's my fault, and the ferrets are being a HUGE pain in the ass. They stole my sisters nuggets and made a big mess with the french fries. Who's responsibility are they? My little brother's, because HE is the one who let them out. Now, if all that wasn't bad enough, this house has a fucking curse on it and there is no way that I'm ever going to have sex in it ever again. Ever since my mom first started to be suspicious about Liz and I, I've had trouble getting it up. That's a SERIOUS stress factor and I feel like it's completely my fault and I'm sure Liz feels like I'm not attracted to her and it's really annoying. We were about to go for it again when the ferret made a mess and I just exploded. I am so fucking tired of being my mom's babysitter. I'm just not going to come to her house anymore when I come home. I'll come by to say hi, but that's it. I'm always her fucking babysitter. That's never going to change until I just stop telling her my home address. Ugh... I'm so tired of my family. I'm so tired of my fucked up labedo. I'm just tired of every last peice of flaming shit that this life has handed me. Seriously, if it wasn't for Liz I would probably have killed the entire populous of this town. I want to go back to Denver... and keep Liz there with me. -.-

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Oh yeah, and I'm sure glad that I knew about this formal dinner thing that Dominique put together today. I'm glad to know that my friends care so much to tell me about the stuff they're doing. It's not her fault, though. It's not like everybody doesn't know my fucking e-mail address and could've told me that way. Fuck you guys, I'm gonna be a hermit.

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I need to stop being such an asshole... I really hate myself when I'm like this ~.~

a decent proposal

This is a letter I'm sending to my mom... I've just been extremely stressed because of the kids, and Liz talked me into confronting her about it. So now I submit it for your... looking.

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For Liz:

Gooblity gloobtioop. Arkomabolab bebeow ouweyrsx lkaweoie me aoyuae tayoewu aweowuet. Oawoeuawy! Oauweu! Arowueewytee bollyo okta implar dooga mooga lark tobpal ee pi no erta. Melli akt ukt mellioch woiweuy, eiwouerad meoywueyewe wouw, owuerian. Meelaieoywueiyu! Aowiewer, aoweiuweradg owueta oawuet ouowkafj nokakerjow jokque iawoqui oamoupore owuiuta nieouwt itwr par it awroau. Mealieowyu owuieyo oa ouewer iou oijna oaiourd, ojoam.

Love, Nathan

not that I'm objecting...

you know all those... phone things that promote singles searching other singles? Well, I just saw one for men to meet men. Is it just me, or is that not what bars (straight, gay, or otherwise) used to be for? *sigh* People will do ANYTHING for a quick lay.