YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH

I’m doing this as a series of periodic updates throughout the night.

10:00 – CSI:Miami is on. They were at this house with all these lazers in it. I thought, “Wow, Lazernet”. David  Caruso put his glasses on and said “Welcome,….To divorce of the future.” and then it screamed out YEEEEEEAAAAHHHH. This show has some of the shittiest dialog.

10:16 – These commercials are either old hippys acting like douchbags about anyolder then 90 or shitty cell phone comercials. why advertise cellphone models? how many people can afford to trade their cellphone in for every new model. How can they make thoose labs look like raves. The lights are all flashy and neon, their is rave music and shit. its a lab, make it serious. its a collection of dbags and bitchy women. It’s all attitude, neon shirts, and snide comments. I would think that in a shitty city like miami, even the public buildings should have non-glass walls and flouresent lights. they make the freaken poolboy look a genius mastermind.

10:43 – That was a great sandwich. I’m running low on food though. freakin car commercials. There is this shape i keep thinking off. a square with a smaller square at each bottom corner. I don’t know why. I vaguely remember it like Becky’s front yard or a kids playroom in Lees District rec center. think the front yard because it was all concrete with a gate at either side. there were big bushes along side one of the gates. the 17 year old is driving a fucking mercades. How the fuck is that fair? I hate how they make Miami look. It looks all post-modern titanium buildings with neon lights and super-model secetaries. I’m reality, its mostly poor cubans and drunken yuppies. I fucking HATE miami. I hate it so much I won’t even capitalize the word.

11:22 – I just realized that anime is as corny and formulaic as an old warner-bros cartoon. I could practically see porky pig walking into some of those gags. I keep thinking about old things that seem familiar but I’m not sure if they’re real or from a dream. I can “remember” this old theatre with a balcony. It’s all dark but the walls are painted goldish. the seats on the balcony extend back and climb the wall until the very top you’re barely in your seat. It also tends to remind me of the boardwalk in Ocean City. it justs like a carnival type entertainment where I’ve been more then once. It is probaby not real but the memory of some old dream. Last night I had a kick ass dream. Mr. Fantastic of the Fantastic 4 was working at some old cambridge like school. this guy showed up who was Sue’s old teacher. he had a serious crush on her so he made up thing thing about copper. he used the excuse about the copper to talk to mr. Fantastic and see Sue. He demonstrated his process by using Mr. Fantastic in a magic trick. the Old teacher was actually a secret leprochan. he couldn’t kill people put he could make it seem like they dead. He replaced Reed because his trick had the doors of the building go flying around the room and replace each other. we had to figure out which doors he had been chained to. The doors went flying around but reed reappeared in the middle of the room instantly. he had been replaced by the leprechan. the fake Mr. fantastic tried to drive the Invisible girl to the leprechan. Meahwhile I’m running around a subrurb like around beckys and i’m fighting the leprechan. I cut him with my pocket knife and he went away but where ever i went things kept happening because i was cursed. Thats about when I woke up. I don’t know why I remember that dream. I used to see watching David Letterman as a treat because we were usually away somewhere and I was in a hotel. thats the only time i could see it, when we at hotels and i didn’t have a bedtime. I remember some shitty hotels. like roadside, route 66 style motels. It’s like there is a light on over my shoulder and my ear is really warm. I think i’m already coming down. Fucking space aliens on letterman. they are kinda bobbing aroung behinds him. PANCAKES! I wonder why John McCain is known for that? Stop kissing Julia Roberts ass. Man should be drilling that ass. The dog scooting his ass over the carpet in that commercial is funny. And why is the dish detergent commercial making me think of a monte carlo casino? I hate mcdonalds. who takes a concept like that that far? I didn’t think Billy Crystal was still alive. what has he done since the last City Slickers? Why don’t they have a section for summer final grades? I want to know what I got on that paper. I got an 85 in History of Virginia but I don’t know about modern military history. I wonder If I can go to the dining hall tomorrow? I feel like Aunt Eileen and Uncle Larry used to live somewhere else. I see it as being very verticle with lots of smoked glass. There was a HUGE basement with room small pods.  Poking fun at misspelling on network television. Yeah this is high enterainment.

12:15 – I think I’m going to wrap this up. I’m coming down and don’t really feel like continuing this.