i enjoy speaking during these minutes
the time when i would rather be with than without
seeing is euphoric
My computer has now been converted to a dual boot system and i am now typing this on IceWeasel using CrunchBang. I have begun what I hope to be a transition to using GNU/Linux as my primary OS kernel, and CrunchBang as my primary OS. Open source software is the best. Now I'll have to figure out a way to partition more hard drive space to this system so I can make room for all my music.
In other news, this has transported me to the center of existence today:
I dreamt that I was in (my subconscious version of) India, and went on a boat ride down a southbound river. I don't know what river it was, but it was bordered by vast, lush grasslands with tropical trees and occasional tributaries. There were elephants, and the grass was greener than anything I'd seen before. The sky and water were incredibly blue, making the whole scene unbelievably vibrant and saturated with light. There were small hills on the West border of the river that partially obscured some of the area to our right during that portion of the ride.
That seems like the best way to describe it.
At the climax (and the only remotely enjoyable part) of my day, I was outside playing (or rather pretending to play) a shitty game of football in the field beside my school. I was completely ignoring the game, but the atmosphere of the field, with the bad weather, was so powerful that it felt as if every memory I had ever experienced was manifesting in that field at that exact time. It was one of the best sensations I've experienced in my life.
Last night's dream was pretty confusing. I dreamt that I was best friends with this guy from one of my classes. But I don't even know the guy. I've never even spoken to him, and never really cared much about him, but we just randomly became very good friends in the dream. I know some people on here might jump to conclusions, so I promise it wasn't like gay or anything, it was just an entirely platonic friendship. I don't know why.
This dream took place during a nap I had earlier.
Television was down. My mother was going to the local satellite headquarters to discuss solving the problem, and I was joining her to provide company at the boring satellite building. When we left the house, it was raining, but it was very sunny out despite the weather. The rain was very clear and soft, but was flooding the world.
This was kind of put off for a couple of days, but I had this dream twice.
I'm traveling through these underground industrial ruins, searching massive, dark, rusted tunnels for signs of living civilization in a colossal, inescapable complex. I eventually stumbled upon this large, rocky passage that leads to a small makeshift gate put together out of a couple of sheets of rusted copper, and a thick fence made from a bunch of sticks of wood. The gate was open, so I entered.
This was easily one of the absolute wildest dreams I've had in my life.
Strangely, this dream took place in real time, or just a bit slower even, over only a couple hours or so, which is very rare for me.
Just now I dreamt that a dog (that I remember being somewhat close to, but not very much) had died and a friend and I had to escort its soul to the land of the dead.
I was in Cuba for some reason in this dream. I couldn't understand anyone, but for an unknown reason the government locked me in a prison with a relatively small group of strangers and forced us to stay there for a night. There was a younger woman among us. The rest of the group brought me into a room full of solitary confinement chambers, and locked the woman out on her own, who seemed terrified, screaming at us. The Cuban strangers I was with quickly grouped up in the chambers and locked themselves behind the heavy metal doors.
This obviously wasn't meant for the website, really, but if you're bored enough to care about my week, here you go.
Guess what CD finally came in the mail!
New Oneohtrix Point Never album, R Plus Seven, is coming out at the end of the month:
A friend at school said that he may have a hookup on free acid. So I will make it a goal to smoke some complimentary blotter from him some time soon.
By the way, we learned from a health pamphlet at school that if someone is having a bad trip on hallucinogens, the best action is to call 911. So there's a handy tip for you! Also, XTC is actually a codename for ecstasy. I would have thought they were two completely different drugs.
sowwy for the off-topic posts people
this is the only place that gets me though
I guess there's no point to remaining on this web site, since I no longer identify myself with a sexual orientation and I never post anything on topis, but I don't give a fuck. You'll have to force me off if you want me to leave.
This is the best album of the year so far, so listen to it: