Please Forgive Me
Now Playing: Please Forgive Me by the illustrious David Gray
Once, I had a dream where my friend Ally, her mom and little brother Kyle were looking for a dog for Ally's stepdad Mike.
While we were looking for this dog, we stayed with David Gray. Don't ask me why.
One night, he had a party for his other roomate, Butch Walker, who was getting married.
My brother was there, and probably extremely drunk, because he kept calling this dog "Mr. Walker".
Suddenly, in the way that dreams do that, it changed. And I was running down the sidewalk on Pembroke BLVD by my last house. It was me and this other chick I've never met and we were being chased by dogs.
We were running because we had to get to Butch Walker's wedding and stop it because--get this-- H was the Anti-Christ.
I don't think we stopped him.
The dream ended with me attempting to hop a fence and getting bit in the ass by one of the dogs.

Funny isn't it?


There's another one.
This one starts in space. It's an absolutely amazing picture I wish I could show you.
Different colored clouds on a black background.
There's a thing, it's massive, unbelievably so. I mean, like maybe the size of a small Eurasian country. It's HUGE.
It's drifting, really slowly, through the void, towards --DuhduhDUH-- earth.
Next I'm in...you're gonna think this is so weird...an arcology, like from Sim City 2000. It's also huge. And looks like the inside of my school.
I'm running around in this gargantuan building, and I stop and ask four completely random people if they'd heard about, well, we were calling it the Artifact (too much Eureka, perhaps?) then there were pictures, like I was watching a news report on TV.
And then I'm in the passenger seat of a car. It's pulled off to the side of the road by some sort of body of water. It's raining, really pretty but soooo......somber, just, almost painfully so.
Ten, maybe fifteen feet from the front of the car, I assume he'd been driving and had stopped and gotten out, was, for some unfathomable reason, Tyson Ritter.
He just stood there, in the rain. He was worried about something.
And then I'm back in the Arcology, climbing stairs. There are miles of them. Like 50 times the aztec temples put together.
I can feel my legs but they aren't tired.
I'm with Brittany and for some reason Tyler, and two other people which may or may not have been Jacod and Becca.
We're at the top of the stairs, there's a like countertop thing, it sticks out of the wall where the floor levels out.
I stop on the stair side of it and everyone else goes around. I grab hold of the railing and point out to Tyler that I've done so. And he smirks like I'm stupid.
It cuts back to Tyson, who's so awesome. (Tyson Love ^_^)
Poor Tyson, he's getting launched into space. (in my dream)
This part was so cool. It was kinna like the reentry scene from Apollo 13, only going the other way. Poor Tyson.
After that it gets a little fuzzy.
The power in the Arcology goes out, and me and Brittany and Tyler and Jacob and Becca found a garden with the old guy from Xiaolin Showdown in it doing Tai Chi.
And some other things happened and Tyson Ritter saved the world.
And he rides off into the galactic equivelant of a sunset on the back of a monster made of wind.

Bethamphetamine
Now Playing: Statue by Low Millions
In 2020, 14 years from now...lord have mercy that's almost twice my lifetime from now...I'll be 29.
I don't want to be twenty-nine.
I don't wanna be fifteen forever..but 29 is almost 30. and that's ancient. Scares the living hell out of me, it really does.
What will I be like then?
Will I have the job that I think I want now?
Will I live in San Fransisco like I want to?
Will San Fransisco even still be there?
Will anything?
Will I be married?
Will I ever get married?
Am I gonna be happy?
It's funny, I've got no problem trying to comprehend the size of the universe, but I think 14 years from now and I panic. Two years ago seems like so long. I can't even remember 14 years ago. I can barely remember yesterday.
Will I remember today in 2020?
Part of me is still sure the world's going to end in 2012.
Maybe we won't ever get to 2020.
14 years ago we lived in Hawaii. But I'm a child of the East Coast. Am I?
I don't even know.
I like Norfolk. and my school and...shit.
I'm too damn obsessive.
it's almost 9:00 pm EST.
I love rockstars.
Now it is nine.
What would I be doing if I hadn't left AFD and UM?
If AIY hadn't closed?
If I still knew BugBoy and Apple?
If we hadn't moved from the first house?
What would I be like?
So many fucking questions.
XO by FallOut Boy
love it.
Andy Hurley is gorgeous.
He's the drummer.
"Hey kid you'll never live this down"
that's from ALLSCALMTM, and I think it about sums me up pretty well right now.
Atleast it's better than "Red hair, boots, kinda weird."
Right?

shiiiiiit.
shitshitshitshit shit shit S. H. I. T.
stupid Loki Wordsmith
he's a jackass.
What did it ever do for me I saay?

Yay I love this song!

Oh man, I'm all over the place tonight, huh?
it's 9:06.

I can't type worth a damn.

Major League Baseball Sucks Monkeys.
That's my new slogan.
Oh, and I'm not talking about the sport.
That, "Butch Walker is Love", and "What the eff is wrong with my pants?".
I'm gonna wear all my jewelry to school on monday.
And I'm gonna shut up now.

--Butch Walker is Love.
---Camy
----^_^
And I'

Here's a letter for you
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Here's your letter -Blink 182
I am not even sure what to talk about now.
Only that I want too
This could be my theme song....It's Sena's dad's theme song. He has a name now. by the way. It was Naiad, but apparently that has rather feminine connotations, so now it's Segin, which is a star. Hey, Bix is named after a satellite(the natural kind, and it's Albiorix)so why not?
So I got pulled out of my sixth block the other day to talk to some lady from VoTech and I got to leave when the bell rang for me to go to my eighth block. And me and VoTech lady were in the Media center and I'm walking out and there's this whole huge herd of kids coming out of the Commons and guess who's right at the front...
Go on...Guess
...Got it Yet?
It took Jacob forever because I cannot speak His name out loud. I just can't, like He'll here me or something. Ever notice how "He'll" is "Hell" with an apostrophe? Funny. Ha frickin Ha.
Guessed yet?
Well, too bad, cause I'm not even going to type his name. But it was...You Know...Him...Major League Baseball. And he looked soooooooooo mad. I mean really mad, like pissed. Seriously. And he watched me the entire time it took us to walk past eachother. I gave him one of those split-second looks and then I just kinda stared straight ahead.
I don't want him to think I still...you know...but like...I guess the way I see it the "issue" is still unresolved because I haven't talked to him yet. At all.
Still.
And I won't. You know I won't. I wish I knew why. I guess I'm just like that...Lotta guessing going on right now.
But not with my writing. I spent last night researching airships and designing Eabret's ship. I have a picture of it, that I drew all by myself cause I rock like that, I'd post it if I could, no I wouldn't. But I'm happy with it. It's got props that slide side to side and take place of a rudder. they work by clockwork. The image I got was a little rubberband-powered plane, you know what I'm talking about, right? Yeah, it's freakin awesome.
I also got a bunch of cool pictures off Wiki. I've got the Hindenburg and the Macon and Akron, the Roma over Norfolk, One of the Hangars at Moffett, that's my wallpaper now ^_^. Oh, the Graf Zeppelin and a few others. It's awesome. I love the idea of lighter-than-air craft, imagine something bigger than an aircraft carrier flying, it's amazing.
I like the idea of hybrid airships-airships with heavier-than-air craft characteristics- but they don't seem practical to me. I don't know why.
There's a difference between a blimp and an airship and "dirigible' is taken from a french word meaning "steerable". Zeppellin is a company that made german airships and the use of hydrogen for bouyancy is prohibited because it has the nasty little habit of bursting into flame when mixed with oxygen, and that might have been what happened to the Hindenburg. It's called a cab if it's attached to the balloon, and a gondola if it's suspended from it. The hangars at Lakehurst in New Jersey are bigger than the ones at Moffett in California, and the ones at Moffett are freakin huge.
I can't remember anymore right now and my shows are on in an hour.
-camy

Ya never Know
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Goo Goo Dolls - All Eyes On Me
I forgot how much Rhapsody rocks. But typing on the rental is not so fun.

good news is I think I'm finally over the first asshole.
I'm getting there on the second one.
There'll be some new poor bastard pretty soon. But whatever.
We learn from our mistakes. Right?

School's going pretty well so far. Jacob's in my Driver's Ed class, it's my 8th block, so yeah. Becca's got lunch with me on B days. My creative writing class is awesome, Ms Muhonen Loves me. I actually wrote poetry **shock** **gasp** **horror**
My brain feels fuzzy, I guess it's the benadryl(I so spelled that wrong)
Whatever. Like, you know....I'm so bad.
Not going stir crazy anymore, so that's good.
And I am cautiously optimistic about my new story. which rocks so much ass. You're jealous. Admit it.
Ally moved to Arizona. Ari-freakin-zona man!
It sucks.
I feel like shit.
Journey and Aidan suddenly have lives and I feel like even more of a loser than normal. I mean, it's okay if I'm not the only who isn't doing anything, but when m all alone it's like................yeah.......you know?
dododo dodahdodo...Believe this song is about Crystal Mef? I didn't...but whatever
I don't know. Maybe I'm hard to get along with. Or something, whatever. Maybe it's 'cause I'm a bitch. I personnally find that an admirable quality, but whatever. I keep saying that. I should stop. but I don't freakin want to. I'm bored.
I dyed my hair on friday. it's Burgandy, like wine. Or a germanic tribe. Whichever you like better. Wonder what Wikipedia would say about burgandy?
Whatever. I'm done...ish...
-camy

Monkeys are bad housepets.
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: The X-files on TV
I feel horrible.
I wish I knew why.
I want to be able to read other people's minds. Not in the literal sense, of course, that would take far too long.
I missed a chunk of FMA and that's pissing me off. So I"m watching a rather boring episode of X-files. And that guy's a creep.
And I've decided He is a jackass. So are His friends. I want nothing to do with him. I want to forget he exists. Maybe I will over the summer NO NOT THE BLONDE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See why I shouldn't watch FMA? Stupid FMA! I wanna know what's going on!!!
Oh no! Muldybutt's old!
I'm so confused. All these different TV shows that I missed chunks of and now I have no idea what's going on. The ending changed.
I guess that's what's going on with Him. I've missed something somewhere, or there's something that I'm not getting or someone isn't telling me Shut up guy from Simple Plan I hate you, The only thing I can think to do is talk to him but I can't. I'm so fucking tired of this shit!
Telling Him was a mistake. Telling anyone was a mistake.
I brought it on myself I'll deal with it I'm going to bed.

-Camy

It's the end of the world as we know it
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: srappy SciFi channel movie on TV
Oh my God!
William Shatner has hit an all time low.
SciFi Channel movies, really, Bill, I expect more of you.
Random much.
Anyway.
Post-Nasal drip sucks ass. I feel like I've been screaming for the last thirty-six hours.
Lord, you'd think they's teach the actors to salute right, at the very least. They're supposed to be frickin marines.
I'll stop, for now.

What's really going on is that I need to rant.
The Kind of rant that starts out "There's this guy..."

Hmm...
His name is Matthew.
He's in my english class. And honestly, I've never talked to him, ever.
It's weird, I'm kind of really obsessed with him.
It's getting exhausting, because there's not much else my friends and I talk about. They think it's funny.
It is, sort of.
So, Jacob cannot keep his mouth shut. Told a bunch of people, well, not a bunch but you know.He told Jeremy, who isn't my friend, but is in my history and english classes.
He also told Rebecca, but she won't tell because she's awesome like that.
For awhile, I thought Matt knew, but Becca talked to him for me, and it turns out he didn't.
He probably does now.
Yesterday at lunch, I let Lauren write "Cameryn Loves on my arm. Matt has the same lunch as me on even-days, like yesterday.
Not to mention he was sitting the next table over with his friends, and we were making fun of his middle name, loudly. He has a great name, he really does.
I doubt he heard us, but theres always that possibilty.
And if he didn't, It doesn't matter anyway because I flat out told Jacob to tell him.
When we were walking out of the Commons, Matt was almost directly behind us.
I was like, "You know what, just do it now. Tell him, I don't care anymore."
But this other girl who also has a crush on Matt was right in front of us, and according to Lauren, she would've ripped my face off.
So Jacob said he'd tell him during sixth block. They aren't in my sixth block. But Jacob is in my eighth block (which is right after sixth block), but he had an SOL test then, so I didn't get to talk to him and won't until Tuesday owww carpel tunnel unless he ever logs in to yahoo, at which time, I will bombard him with questions until I have every little detail of MAtt's reaction.
But Matt's in my seventh block, which I have on monday and I have no idea what he'll do. And of course I won't do anything because I'm like that.
I don't think it'll phase him over much. But then I really can't even begin to fathom that boy's mind.

Man my brain hurts.
I wanna watch Howl's Moving Castle again.

Oh man, we went and saw the DaVinci Code, it was awesome, really. Except that I had to pee really badly through most of it.

Alright, I'm done, I swear.

Posted by Camy at 11:59 PM EDT
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Funfun
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Inuyasha on TV
Whoop-de-do.
Camy's trying the blog thing again.
Don't ask me why I named it "Tiramisu", cause even
I don't know.
It's 2:05 am EST.
I'm tired, and not looking forward to school tommorrow.
And things.
I'm tired.
I'll do more next time I'm bored.
--Camy--