I am once again inspired to write. And yes, something morbid once again.
It’s my repertoire, obviously. Why? I haven’t the slightest clue.
Or maybe I do.
Putting morbidity/dark humor in my work let’s me have my peace of mind. It balances out the perplexity of how simple a story can get. Yes, I don’t have to put dark humor for that to happen, but see, we can’t always hide the truth.
Morbidity is out there. It’s that fine, tough string that weaves through my heart and pulls it out over the words that can flow so freely once you get me started. It’s the honesty where seemingly innocent words aren’t so naive anymore. It suggests of the evil that can lurk anywhere it may please, as well as it can be your guide to adding so many fun twists to your stories.
I wake up today around 7am. Why? Because my mom woke me up. It took a while for me to actually GET up, but hey, I was awake. Annoyed as much, I’m still thankful. If I didn’t wake up at that time, I wouldn’t have woken up in the middle of deep sleep, which let’s me remember my dream.
What is this dream, you ask? Why, it’s the most awesome dream ever. But first, I’ll have to list down the things I had in my mind before I went to sleep.
A new display picture
Fan girl moments
Simple Plan and ATL songs on repeat
So let’s get started.
Usually in my dreams, I’d remember the place. The vision might be hazy, but there’s always the weird place or the weird house where I get lost, visiting every room like a haunted mansion tour, trying to find whatever I needed to find. But this time, I started out on a beach.
I really needed to pee. So I asked my mom if she could walk me to the resort/cottage thing so I could go to the restroom. She did.
The weirdest thing is, I saw Casey Abrams and James McAvoy playing Rockband by the pool. James was playing guitar, and Casey was singing. The song was Slow Ride- my usual song on Guitarhero.
So I go inside and pee. When I come out of the bathroom, suddenly there was a Guitarhero station in the bedroom. So I play. But this wasn’t like the ordinary Guitarhero. There was only one bar going down, and you had to press the corresponding frets at the colors which were listed. You had to do this the same time that one bar went down. (Weird, huh?)
After playing, I go out and I see my chance to have a picture with Casey Abrams. James McAvoy wasn’t there anymore- maybe he went to fetch Chili? Who knows.
So I went to Casey and asked my mom to take a picture. He was really friendly and tried different poses, but then the crowd got bigger and he suddenly disappeared in the crowd. Turns out, Simple Plan was trying to get in the cottage/room! O__O
So I started screaming, “I LOVE YOU, PIERRE! I LOVE YOU, SEB!” And they said, “Hi! We love you too!” And this old lady tried to block me from entering the room, with no success.
When I got in the room, I saw them already sitting on the couch. So I sat next to Seb (Hihihi) at the top. We started making conversation. (AWSM) Then my mom took our picture. The old lady was inside, by the way. She was just smiling and agreeing and stuff (freaky.)
Then somehow, I got amnesia in the dream, and got confused and pissed at the pictures for some reason. (I remember some were blurry) BUT THEN, when I check out my Facebook, a lot of new DP’s were added!
Me with Alex G. and Jack B. playing in the snow. (note: we were on the beach)
This just isn’t fair. You people already grouped the batch’s TOP 40 LAST YEAR. THEN YOU PUT THEIR HOPES DOWN AND SHIP 1/4 OF THEM TO SOME OTHER SECTION.
No offense to the new people, I bet you’re good, but you have to get that bond with your section and, expecting a top 40. You know that some will have to go. But it’s just that- I didn’t expect it to be so many. I didn’t also expect a few people to be gone from that batch.
These people won’t replace NomadS, I know that. These guys will forever be the most awesome class I’ve ever experienced.
You guys were the only ones/batch I didn’t even get pissed about being classmates with, (except of course on the first day, when we didn’t really want a “Top 40” class.) But other than that, we worked together. We were a family. We had fights, but we’d resolve them just as quick. You guys were the one class I’m not ready to let go of. I’m still not.
Plus, 3-S is only 39. I haven’t put everything I needed to say here, but you guys would already know what those things are.