| | Edit: I remembered a fun little incident from yesterday. I was watching a mexican stand up comedian on comedy central, and he had a bit of a propensity for sexual jokes (he was great otherwise, but his sex jokes were lame). My mom heard the TV, and demanded that I change the channel. SHe told me that even though I may understand that such things exist and how they work, that she doesn't want me wallowing in filth. Later that day, I went to rotten.com, and looked at pictures of some mexican guy who got hit by a train. It was pretty wicked, he lost all his limbs and the stumps were all sorts of colors that I didn't think our bodies contained. She saw the picture, and had absolutely no objection to me looking at it. Does this mean she just has an irrational fear of sex; or does she prefer Mexicans when they're dead to when they're procreating? Oh, the mysteries of mothers...
Weird moment today. I woke up, and I knew I'd been dreaming, but I didn't really know for how long. Had I only dreamed everything since my last memory before going to bed? Or maybe the entire last week was a dream that I was just now waking up from. Or maybe the entirety of summer, or my first year of highschool. Maybe I'd only ever been awake twice; now and once when I was six (whence an incident occured where I can well and truly claim to not be within Morpheus's grasp). Maybe I'm still dreaming.
Hmmm... Still dreaming?... I want a pony.
....
Nope. Damn. Being awake sucks. If being awake had ponies, I'd be all for it. But now I have no pony.
I went for a walk with my little brother yesterday. He's a wacky one, my brother. But wacky in an endearing way, not the ass-lancing way. He seems to enjoy walking around sans shoes, something I thought to be a quirk possessed only by me in relation to the other members of my family. He also enjoyed the puddle sloshing, which was all well and good until he slipped and cut up his knee a bit. I continued to let him slosh around and do as he wished, though I drew the line at eating dirt and frightfully unidentifiable, rubbery material we found in someone's driveway when he decided he wanted a nap.
Ooo. "The Koala Brothers" is on! |
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