A bit of time between posts

But tomorrow I will post. Specifically, my life for the past month.

Rage at Tropical Smoothie Cafe

It was Saturday afternoon. I was suffering from a killer sore throat and still was still hacking up some phlegm. So before going to work bingo, I decided to head over to Tropical Smoothie Cafe to get a smoothie with an immune booster in hopes to soothe my aching throat and to help fight my current sickness.

I walk in, two guys are sitting eating sandwiches and there is a family of four; mother and, potentially, three daughters in line. I say potentially as the kiddies, were wearing soccer uniforms, so they could all be friends, that's a minor detail. The four of them were standing trying to decide what they wanted to eat, I stood patiently and checked my twitter and facebook. After 5 minutes of arguing amongst themselves, I give a look at the cashier, he gives me an "I'm sorry, really can't do anything about this" kind of look. Which is understandable from his position. I take this and go to the bathroom to urinate, in hopes that whilest emptying my urine sack, the "family" would have made their order and gotten out of the line. Empty, flush, wash, dry, I walk back out to see the 4 still standing there.

I resume my position in line, and wait. I try to side step them but the mother puts her hand against my chest and says "We were here first. You have to wait like everyone else," I don't like being touched by strange women unless I'm drunk or I'm paying for it. This smoothie blocking pushed me to rage, it was then the mother redirects her attention to the menu and asks, "What does the mango habanero chicken wrap taste like?" This is where I lose it....

"JESUS RAPTOR CHRIST! MAKE A CHOICE! YOU'VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR THE LAST 15 MINUTES IN A TROPICAL SMOOTHIE CAFE DEBATING ON A FUCKING WRAP, SMOOTHIE, AND SANDWICH. A BLIND RETARDED MONKEY COULD MAKE THIS DECISION IN A QUARTER OF THE TIME, YOU INCOMPETENT HAG!" The mother's jaw is wide open, the kids are stunned, and the cashier is wide eyed (still has yet to enter anything resembling an order).

I look to the cashier, and tell him "Mango Moxie, large, with an immune booster, and a bag of jalapeno chips." I walk by the family, pay for my order, and get my chips. I then sit and wait for my smoothie, the mother's giving me a glare. They leave without making an order. The cashier comes out with my smoothie and gives it to me, I hand him $40 dollars, "put this in the tip jar, for the lost business."

My Recurring Dreams 3/3

Finishing this up as it has been a month since my last post.

Simply put, there is an army of red ants that are inside my body burrowing through my skin, to fight the army of black ants that are crawling over my body.

So with both sets of ants burrowing through my skin, I'm just left helpless trying to brush them off, to no avail. I end up being a skinless body.

My Recurring Dreams 2/3

I have a great fear for knives and sharp edged objects in the hands of other people. It stems from a boy scout trip in which I was deeply cut when a scout was sawing a stick, the saw skipped out of the cut, and into my finger. Ever since then, I can't be in close proximity to someone when they are cutting something.

I am naked and strapped to a large cutting board, my ankles and wrists are separately bound at each corner. Standing at my head, is the cloaked figure from my previous post, and standing around me are all my friends. Above me are several pendulums, 6 total, swing back and forth. They line up with my wrists, elbows, neck, stomach, knees, and ankles. Each of my friends are pointing and laughing as each of the pendulums are lowered onto my body. My blood sprays onto my friends faces, they just laugh louder and harder.

After my body has been separated, the cloaked figure retrieves my head and walks off. My friends are still laughing as cloak walks off.

This is where I wake up.

My Recurring Dreams 1/3

-Collar-
In a dark room, my arms are chained to the cold concrete floor and my head is suspended using a collar and chain around my neck, which is bolted to the ceiling. The restraints are 2 inches thick, rusted iron, and cover from my wrist to the middle of my forearm and the entirety of my neck. I feel a continuous dripping of liquid splattering against the back of my head, neck and back. The liquid has run down the sides of my face and is dripping off my nose and lips. I lift my head up to see my friends tied to a stalactite with razor wire. I can hear their moans and screams as they curse my name. It is their blood that has been bathing me.

I slowly lower my head and see a tall person in a black robe, it's face is cover by the robe's hood. It says something in a language that I don't recognize, but there are subtitles; "You brought this upon your friends. You will be the end of them."

After hearing/reading this from the robed one, the razor wire tightens slicing my friends into bloody chunks, which fall all around me. I want to scream.

This is where I wake up.

A vacation

I'm going to need one after this week. Work's been piling up, deadlines approaching, and my GRE is this Saturday. All the while I'm emailing and calling GMU trying to set up a meeting with Dr. Menasce on whether or not I can get into the MS Computer Forensics program. So far with the MS, things look bleek. More than likely I'm going to have to take some courses to bump up my GPA, hopefully I can use the pre-reqs to get the bump up so I can get into the program.

Additionally, Valentine's day is coming up. I really haven't cared for Val's day since high school. Additionally, I really haven't had a significant other for me to "enjoy" it with. It's kind of like an extended Christmas, here to remind me that I'm still single..... Meh. I haven't been good in relationships, for one reason or another. For that, I'm sorry. It wasn't the right time, and I wasn't the right one.

But ya, a vacation is what I'm going to need post this weekend. Highly considering flying down to Little Rock to go hang with Moose and Gabe.