Locked

Whoa... I didn't really write a lot for February. Creative genius making pace with life... not a whole bunch of mumbo-jumbo... trim and fit...

I don't know what's up anymore... I really don't... I'm falling into my downward internet decline... I don't know...

My friend Jess gave me the key that I think unlocked all of this... a link to my childhood... opening a vault of memories that had recently surfaced but evaded my memory... if you can understand that.... Wait, didn't I say I wasn't gonna do any of this fanciful junk? Yes. Here's the stoopid-free version.

Me and Jess were at Rome and we were standing in front of a big door... idk where it led to because nobody ever opened the damn thing. She made a comment on how the door reminded her of the door from the movie Little Nemo... and all of a sudden it all came crashing down in a blinding ball of fury. I had recently been thinking of a movie that I had seen a long time ago when I was a kid, but hadn't seen since. She told me that it had been on youtube and I wasted no time watching it.

I realize now that this movie is a defining moment of my life... something that laid down the interests and imagination that have followed me into my present life. As I watched it I remembered everything. The dirgible, the cookies in the chest, the eerie-ness of the whole story. Now that I think about it, it was a pretty f***ed up movie for a little kid to be watching... guess that explains everything : P.

Thanks Jess... thanks a lot.... : P

Oh, and I'll post the movie under Dreamspeed as that is what that blog is there for. So go ahead and check it out there as well as everything else...

Nobody talks to me anymore.

Through the Glass
by Stone Sour


Give Me Novacaine
Green Day


St. Jimmy

Daze

Today I was walking around school like a zombie. I felt bad but I didn't know what to do. My Media Teacher was watching me and called me over and asked what was wrong, telling me I looked like I was drugged out. Idk, I guess I just was tired.

My dad went out of town to go to the Daytona 500, so I decided to leave my car at the condo and "borrow" the Nissan Murano. What? I'm not gonna do anything 'cept drive it to school.

Now I also gotta find out how I'm gonna feed six cats while I'm in Tucson watc-- filming the boys VBBall game. I'd cancel, but I signed up on the bus list and I don't wanna drop out and have an empty seat that could've been filled by someone else. Oh boy. And wait, there's MORE. What happens if the bus leaves after the players and doesn't get there on time? Well lets hope nothing goes wrong.

Ahhh, music... sweet sweet music.

All These Things That I've Done (U.K. Version)
The Killers


Scar Tissue
Red Hot Chili Peppers


Tomorrow's short. Hope for Victory.

Awhile

It's been awhile since I've updated this thing so I figure I should clear out the cobwebs and write about some stuff. Yesterday and today were pretty funny because last night I was talking to Jess telling her that she really didn't get enough sleep. And me and Kenny gave her a curfew in order to help her out so she isn't always ditching us to go take naps... The funny thing is... today, I was in Math class and I was fucking exhausted for whatever reason, so I rested my head and shut my eyes... Next thing I know, I'm waking up and looking around wondering why there are a bunch of freshman in the room. Literally my thoughts went something like, "WTF, where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are these kids? NO shit I slept into 4th hour." My teacher was all up at the front of the room giving her lesson and she's like, "Hi, Riley, did you have a nice nap?" She wrote me a pass and I was on my way to MY 4th hour. I wonder what the freshman thought when they walked in, seeing a kid half-passed out at a desk and not moving until my own consciousness woke me up. It's mainly because I've been under the weather with a sinus infection and soar throat and an ear that's bothering me, plus my first two hours saw me running around trying to get kids who didn't want to do anything, to try and make a video. So I talked to the teacher and he's going to make whatever the two producers say an assignment and if they don't do it then they get marked off.

Whew, that was a lot. I'm pretty sure there's more to say today but I don't know what it is.

LINERIDAH!!!!!!


Sleep Now In The Fire
Rage Against The Machine


Renegades of Funk
Rage Against The Machine