I had this dream that I was in blockbuster looking for a movie. And since we have the movie pass we dont have to pay every time, but i actually felt like paying, which is weird. So they've rearranged the store, moved the sections, moved the front door, now there is also a cigarette cabinet/alcove/counter where certain movies and products have to be sold to certain people only. Ok, So I walk around and try to find a movie and I'm really mad, cause they've turned all the movied on their sides so there is more room, but you can't really read them. Anyway, then I remember I want to see the show OZ, so I look for their TV Show section only to discover it's in the cigarette alcove. So I go over there and the local anchorman is for some reason working at blockbuster, only people don't know he's the anchorman. So he can't get me the show for some reason so he sends someone else over, then magically that person morphs back into him. So after all this, I'm waiting in line to get the show and I do, then I go over and for some reason Dana is there. She's getting a movie too. I give the guy my credit card, but then he accidently cuts and wipes it, making it completely blank on one side. No info on it at all. So then Dana is talking about her class ring from HS, which she dropped out from, and the blockbuster guy helping me and the manager go away and when they come back they give me a plastic bag. Inside the plastic bag was my movie and several others, along with naked pictures of the newsanchor/blockbuster employee guy. They said that they were giving me pictures of their biggest employee. It was so bizarre, then I woke up.
Ok, so forgive me if this doesn't make the most sense, I literally just woke up.
But that's my weird dream. ...again.
I got this in an e-mail from my aunt:
Charles Schultz Philosophy
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the
"Peanuts" comic strip.
You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail
straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
6. Name a half of a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care.
Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life.
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already
tomorrow in Australia."
Arnold L. Fenrich Sr.
Here is my first entry into the game of Tag with Dani!
The first thing he was aware of was hurt. His neck was stiff and sore, like he’d been laying on it wrong all night. He cricked it to the side and winced when he heard it make a loud ‘pop’. He sat up slowly and it was as if all of his senses flooded back.
Everything was loud, smelled odd, and it was bright; not sunny, but like on an overcast day. He could taste something strange lingering in his throat. Not sour like he’d slept with his mouth open all night, but sweet, like lingering flavors from over-chewed bubble-gum.
The next thing he recognized was that he was in a car. The car was rocking smoothly below him and every few seconds it would bump, causing Xander to be even more confused.
Something was also missing; he frowned and took a deep breath, only to realize that he hadn’t been breathing. The missing thing was his heartbeat, and he was slightly cold, on the inside.
He was sitting, groggily, in the backseat of Spike’s Desoto in the middle of the night, and he was dead.
::Tag! You're it!::