Thing a Week 24: The Bad Wakeups

Have you ever woken up completely confused? You know, you go to bed way early and and wake up just as the sun is setting, and don't remember anything for a few minutes? Ever wondered what it would be like if that feeling kept going?

I woke up thirty five seconds ago, and I don't know what's going on. The last thing I remember is going on a walk to buy one of those vaguely creepy fake-fruit-with-possibly-toxic-glaze-substance pies at the "bakery", and now I'm here, chained upside down to a slab of iron.

...I think my memory might have some missing links.

Maybe I'm still dreaming. I kind of hope not, that seems a bit cliche right now. Anyway, I can never remember thinking about my dreams while I'm having them except when I'm having lucid dreams, and those don't count. Most of my my dreams seem to involve me running away from people trying to kill me. The last three or so that I can actually remember have kind of had that same over arching theme.

...Maybe my head's trying to tell me something.

Why is there lava underneath me?

I don't think my bed is upside, made of iron, or anywhere near the vicinity of a lava pit.

Maybe I am dreaming.

Thing a Week 23: ResponsiblyLate

Last week I predicted that I would be late in posting.

Turns out I'm psychic.

Anyway, I'm late posting because of an event which I was attending, which is called Buckeyes Boys State. It was excellent. Anyway, what I doubt anyone has realized is that the statement I just made represents a significant leap away from my previous position on any kind of publicly internet service, namely this: I specifically stated a personal detail about my life. If any of you find this inconsistent, that would be because it is. I spend most of my time in these posts talking (i.e. whining) about my personal life. I suppose the difference is mostly one of personal viewpoint. I have finally admitted to myself that the internet is ridiculously easy to hack, and there's not a lot of security measures that I am industrious enough to follow to make it even moderately difficult for all the pedophiles out there find and cyberstalk me.

HOORAY FOR PROGRESS!
that is all for tonight.

Thing a Week 22: Stirring Statements from the Future.

By the way, to any possible readers and myself, I'd like to state that there is a high possibility that next weeks post won't take place until the 22. I felt like writing something vaguely stiring and creepy.

"And THEREFORE, if we wish to continue on the path of Right and Truth, we MUST continue to follow the will of the Overmind. If we are to remain great in the eye of the Overmind, we must FOLLOW the Overmind. WHEREVER it may lead us, WHENEVER it requires our service, WHATEVER that service may be, we MUST BE READY. Let vigilance and industry be our watchwords, let obedience be our state of mind. If we follow in the steps of the Overmind, surely nothing but good can result! Today, I welcome you, the future, to take upon you the mantle left by the past. RISE, I say, RISE-for if you do not, then what exists for tomorrow but the oblivion of ignorance and, worse yet, of unguided knowledge? Let us remain watchful ever, that we do not find our minds slipping into the Chaos,-NAY the ANARCHY of individuality. And if, on some future dawn, the temptation presents itself, I bid you remember 1077! In the coming years, remember today! for this is the day that the children I see before don the mantel of the Protectors of Tomorrow!"

Vice Admiral Cobar Entz returned to his seat accompanied by the enthusiastic roar of the ignorant, sat down, and fell apart inside himself. He had preferred the day when the wave of progress hadn't felt like it was trying to convince him to fall off a ledge. And now here he was, issuing gaudy declamations to the future backstabbers that he was training to dethrone him. He felt old, and tired, and as he looked at the crowd, they seemed to be baying for his blood.

Thing a Week 21: Memoirs of a sixteen year old

So I've spent basically all of this last week organizing my room, and it has been a Big Thing for me. My room is pretty full of space, but almost all of that space is covered in various pieces of second (and fifth and eighty-seventh) hand furniture, and basically all of that furniture was filled years of accumulated debris. I found stuff I'd never even guessed at, like that clown skeleton in the closet. ...that was one of the more awkward things. However, I'd put even odds that the clown deserved whatever he got. I mean, he was a clown. I also found some pretty awesome stuff, like the schematics for one of my favorite birthday cakes ever (to a certain sister of mine, it was the castle siege cake, and yes, I still love the pangolin cake, and will be equally ecstatic if I find long-lost plans for it in one of my desk drawers). I also discovered that although I didn't realize it, my room has approximately five million cubic yards of rope (all of which comes in the form of 3 foot long segments, so most of it it is kind of completely useless for any purpose at all), four different tiny containers of sunscreen. and SO MANY PENS AND PENCILS. I am not even joking, it was ridiculous. I have a mug, in which i hold my various implements of writing, and I had to weed it out twice. I could understand this, but for the fact that whenever I try to find something to write with in my room, I can't. Trying to find pens in my room has traditionally been about as worthwhile as trying to bail water from the sea, but apparently my room has simply been tucking my pens away, just for the chance to regurgitate all of them at simultaneously. Good night, internet.