Man, I just changed my relationship status.  Kinda scary.  It's like "Whoa, shit.  This is official now."  It's pretty exciting too.  Like a roller coaster of emotion! 

Did I just describe my boyfriend as a bad Hollywood film?  Well, I do love bad Hollywood films, so I guess the analogy works pretty well. 

I'm babbling, I guess so I'll stop talking about my new hotness for now.  Can't wait to drive it out the lot! 

What the hell was I even talking about there?

The hotel is (more or less) back to normal.  Today was the first day it opened back up, so it's still nice and slow. 

I had one dude that was constantly in and out, but I think he finally crashed.  Hopefully.

I'm pretty fucking hungry, but also kinda broke.  I hate using my debit card for non-emergencies, but what're you gonna do?

No, I didn't make sure each of these were less then 140 characters.  Fuck you.

No, this isn't how I'm blogging from now on.  Just an experiment.  Let me know what you think.  And maybe fuck you.

I kinda want to watch (not read) Twilight, just so I can have the excuse to go on about how terrible it is. 

I don't wanna be that guy that judges a book by it's cover, but it really does look like pandering bullshit.

I don't think I mentioned it earlier, but I saw Paranormal Activity.  Not bad.

The first...third(?) of the movie was really boring, but when it got to the creepy stuff it got good.

It actually stayed with me for a while.  I had to sleep with the light on.  Because I was afraid a girl would throw me at something.

Oh shit, I just spoiled the ending.

I almost copy/pasted another quiz from someone for this blog, but most of the questions were like "If you were on your deathbed, would you want the last person you kissed there?"

Yeah, I just wasn't in the mood.

I'm surprised I was even able to blog at all.  I'm fucking bored.  And as we all know, when you're bored, ANY activity becomes excruciating. 

I just saw a picture of two huge turtles having sex....and in the bottom corner you see a much smaller turtle watching.

It's like "Hey mom and dad, whatchu guys doin'?  Can I play?"

On that note, I think it's time to call it quits.

I got to work tonight and noticed there were only about four or five cars in the parking lot.   I thought to myself "This is either gonna be the best night ever, or the worst."  I walk inside and my boss is putting up signs that say "Due to city ordinance, the hotel has been evacuated."  I ask him what's going on and he simply yells "Trick or treat!"  I then start to wonder if I'm being punked...

But no, the hotel was indeed evacuated.  Apparently, there's a levy nearby that's on the verge of breaking.  They say it'll probably go today, but it could be any minute.  When I got in, all the furniture was gone, and all the chairs had been stacked up on tables.








Kinda creepy, no?  (Lights dimmed for ambiance).

It's weird too, because last night was so shitty.  I won't get into specifics, but I wasn't looking forward to tonight at all.  I guess the Great Pumpkin smiled on me tonight. 

My friends and I already did our Halloween thing last week (which is pretty obvious if you've seen my pictures or Youtube videos) and it was hella fun.  I know there's a ton of pictures of Jordan, but that's only because he was the life of the party.  Everyone loves Mid-Life Crisis Deadpool!  Right?

That's all for now.  I have no idea what works gonna be like the next couple of days, but I've got Kevin Smith to go to on Saturday, so I've got that to look forward too.  Until next time.....peace, bitches!

Man, this one reads like terrible fanfiction.

If anyone's seen the show Heroes, you know where Hiro met Charlie?  In that little coffee shop?  The dream starts off there.  I'm just hanging out or whatever, then everyone in there realizes that zombies are attacking.  Not sure what to do, I panic, because they're about to attack me.  Suddenly, someone busts down the door to save the day.  I look over and see the silhouettes of Zoey, Francis, and Bill from Left 4 Dead.  Then it occurs to me...I'm Louis.  And this is how we meet.  We don't even get to exchange names before someone yells "TANK!" which immediately preceeds the tank bursting through a wall (Kool-Aid man style).  We all make a run for it, shooting zombies that get in our way.  Outside the cafe is a big open field which ends at a cliff overlooking the ocean (remember that from Heroes?  Me neither).  We decide to make a jump for it.  The dream ends with me trying to outrun the tank so I can jump in the water. 

The dream got me thinking...how cool would prequal missions be as downloadable content for Left 4 Dead?  Each one could tell the story of how each character came to find themselves with their motley crew.  (And since you would need to start as just one or two characters from the real game, the other players could be NPCs that get killed when meeting the next character.)

The other night I had a dream that Nathan and I were stuck inside a terrible cliche of a movie.

We had to watch his sister's baby (I haven't met his sister, and I don't think she has kids), but lost it. Some hijinx happened off-screen and the kid eventually came back. Jackie Chan may have been involved.

This weekend was pretty awesome.  Totally worth working eight days in a row (although, I don't wanna do it again any time soon).  Nathan and I went on a late night Wal-Mart run, something I haven't done in ages.  I got pants.  And pumpkin shaped Reese's cups.  I'll probably end up stocking up later, because as we all know, candy tastes better when it is shaped like something that is not its natural shape.

Sunday, a few of us went to the movies and saw Where The Wild Things Are.  I never read the book, so I wasn't that into it.  All I know is that this Ritalin-case kid runs off to an island and builds a Death Star out of sticks.  He also engages in a fur pile.  His mom dies at the end of it.  Oh, I guess I forgot spoiler tags.  My bad.

This coming weekend is Hallofuckingween (Or the day we're having our Hallowfuckingween get together).  I think everyone's pretty jazzed about it.  I've got my costume ready.  I'll give you a hint:  It involves a mask.

So, Jordan discovered a new fun distraction for us.  Think Pictochat, but with actual internet usage.  After various clusterfucks we finally came up with this:



The pseudo-Longcat was mostly mine.  And no, I don't know why he has lightning.

I kinda want a tablet now.

This week has been...hazy at best.  I haven't worked this many days straight in quite some time and it's already getting to me.  The weird thing is, I'm not even stressed out or anything.  I think I'm just....bored?  Like all I'm doing right now is sleeping and working.  I really just wanna jump ship and play Xbox all night or something.  But hey, get money, get paid.   Or whatever.

That's probably why I haven't blogged since last week's "reveal" (which got a much bigger reaction then I was expecting.  I honestly forget people read these sometimes).  Nothing has happened since.  Actually, I haven't even seen Nathan since Thursday.  Kinda sad, no?  I feel a bit guilty, like I should actually be making time for people....but I know everyone in my group has shit they gotta do too (get money, get paid), so it's not like they're just sitting around waiting for me to call them. 

I did have a dream I almost blogged about.  It took place at work.  When I woke up, the more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was getting.  I decided to try not to think about it.

Another reason for lack of blogging is I haven't had ANYTHING to say.  Nothing has happened here.  No crazy drunk people.  No suicidal gamblers.  Nothing.  I don't understand it.  Is it the weather?  Does rain scare the nut-jobs away? 

I've got this weekend off, I just gotta make it to Saturday.  Here's hoping I don't slip into a coma before then. 

There have been a few rumors going around about me and a certain cat that goes by the name of Nathan (my local gang, or "The Huddle Snakes" know what I'm talking about).  I would like to set the record straight.  For some reason, people get the idea that we're dating.  I don't know how this all got started, but I need to clear the air.

No, we're not dating.  I feel bad about keeping everyone in the dark, but I thought it was the only way to keep you safe from the truth.  Nathan and I have been working in secret to become Louisiana's first ever costumed crime fighting duo.  Patrolling the streets each night, we have been working hard to keep the Minden/Bossier area safe.  Just last night, we took down a gang of pot dealers in the Minden area.  So rewarding.  It feels amazing to finally be able give back something to our community.  You can finally sleep soundly knowing that "Green Eggs and Hamm" are defending your town from the forces of evil.


Yeah.....we're totally dating.

Last night, I had a few out-there-Benadryl-induced dreams.  I don't remember most of them, but one really stuck out.

It starred me, some nameless friends of mine (I think Eddie and John, but I'm not sure) and Edgar Wright (who you may know as the director of amazing things like Spaced, Shaun of the Dead, a Mint Royale video, Hot Fuzz, and the upcoming Scott Pilgrim.  If you aren't familiar with his work, kindly piss off).  It started with me and my friends in a car going to pick up Edgar.  He walks out of his house and gets in the car, then complains about forgetting to lock his door.  Someone says "Well Lee, you're closest" and make me get out to go lock the guy's house up.  I groan and get out of the car, and Edgar then asks to make sure he didn't forget anything before I lock it.  I go inside, and his house looks....kinda like a grandma's.  There's a small kitchen when you first walk in, which connects to the living room.  I notice his tv (which is one of those old ones with a wooden frame sitting on the floor) is still on.  I think about turning it off, but decide not to because I'm a douche.  I then notice a set of keys sitting on a coffee table.  I grab them and open the door, dangling them as to see if they're something he needs.  He gives me the finger-snap/thumbs up, so I hang on to the keys, and lock his door.  I get back in the car and notice a cat sitting in Edgar's lap.  I find it odd for a second, then realize "Oh, in this dream, it's probably just Edgar's cat."  I pet the cat and someone says "Looks like we're riding with pussy."  We all laugh like retards as we drive off.

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