last night was going to be relaxing evening of doing nothing, maybe a load of laundry, and some blogging. but somehow it turned into socialize with everyone night. it started off with a fugitive showing up at our house. an unlicensed driver with a stolen jeep. it was exciting. she took me, abad, and jules out to dinner. hey, i won't turn down a free meal from anyone--including someone that just committed a felony ;) while at dinner, we ran into the 92 west crew + patty mcburns, so i sat down and chilled with them for a bit. had a pint of blueberry, and they all went on their merry way. then there were some girls that were there enjoying the fine evening so me and abad chilled there for awhile. i met colleen and sarah and saw malia for the first time in like forever. muck, kat, and gardener were there also. we came to the conclusion that if bath and body works had a TV with ESPN and bags that said "sports store" written in black marker and kinda smelled like beer, guys would be much more willing to buy the guy scents that they have there. or girls can just buy them as gifts. everybody likes gifts.

back to TKE, where the conclusion is to watch a movie and drink. this turns out to be a spectacular conclusion that turned into good times for all. the cops did come looking for our fugitive, but it turned out to be all good. so the white russians were drank like it was our job. and me and mcd are good at our jobs. everyone seemed to have a very chill night. we watched dude where's my car? and snatch. two very quality films. then everyone retired, and i feel asleep to the royal tenebaums.

one major topic that was introduced last night that bears release to the general public is the reproduction of mogwai. you know, gizmo from gremlins. well, gremlins 2 was on, and of course, gizmo got hit by some water and he spawned some more furry little guys. now, since this is asexual reproduction, the spawned mogwai have to have the same DNA as gizmo. but they look different, some of them are evil, some are just stupid. we decided that what happens is that it's jungianesque (i just made that word up) archetypes that are being spawned. the different facets of your psyche are being released in a manifest form of a new mogwai. extraordinary. fascinating to say the least.

i've been meaning to post this for days, but i always forget to do it when i sit down and type shit out. the classic mc d quote: "girls are just desirable...it's their job." what brings about this topic is the way that girls can just do one small, barely noticeable thing that makes them go from this girl i know to a goddess that rivals venus. it can be anything from a certain T-shirt, a pair of glasses, the way their head tilts as they laugh, the way they hold a cigarette, the way they toss their hair when it's wet, or my all time fav--glitter. most girls don't even notice what it does to them or what it does to me, and that's just fine. they don't need to know what it is that makes me them incredibly beautiful. they just need to know they are.

ok onto the big topic of the day: the crazy ass dream i had. this dream was just nuts this morning. i think it might have been all the white russians last night, but i'll just go with that i'm nuts...
so, i decide that i am going to go back to my hometown of hibbing, mn. so i'm there. with joel calden, this senior citizen couple, and cleveland and roberta (the black couple from family guy). we start walking around my town, up and down howard street which is the main commercial area of hibbing. we then go into a barber shop. i sit down and begin messing with my hair, worried that i had missed some spots (i cut my own hair the other night, so i think that's where that comes from). i'm looking in a mirror, trying to find where i missed, when the barber comes up behind me and says "i'll take care of it." i turn and see that the barber is leonard nimoy (or spock as most people know him). he whips out a comb and scissors and does my hair up right. when he's finished he swivels my chair back to the mirror and says (in a pretty ominous(sp?) voice),"now you look like you need to do what you have to do." i'm confused. but the 5 other people in my group are ready to go so we leave the barber shop and start walking again. we are the only ones on the street. no cars, no bikes, no people. it's kind of weird. everything is very gray. very bleak. we continue walking and we find this dilapidated building with a homeless guy sitting on the front steps. he has nothing but sadness on his face. a look that screamed "why me? what did i do to deserve this state of misery?" and it wasn't the immense pain that was on his face that bothered me so much, it was all the 10 year old thugs that were standing around yelling at him, hanging out of the windows of the building, taunting him, beating each other up, smoking crack. it was intense. we all look away and we see this swimming pool next to the building filled with this brown goop. like pudding. we stand around looking at it. when we see this crazy haired, big bearded, dirty, homeless guy stumbling down the street yelling "do it! save us! do it! you know you have to! you have no choice! do it!" so i look at the other 5 people with me, and i'm like "he's right. let's do it" so the old couple dives into the pool and swims down to the bottom, the couple from family guy jumps in. i look at joel, he looks at me, i say, "you gotta have faith" and we jump in. now the substance in the pool was kind of easy to swim through. i could see very clearly, even though everything was brown and the stuff was opaque. i could also breath normally, which was a plus. so i keep swimming down, down, down, down, it seemed like an hour. i finally reach the bottom and there is a door open with light spilling through. i walk through the door and i'm right back at the building again. i see the thugs tormenting the old guy, the crazy guy is there, my previous companions are no where around. i yell at the thugs to leave the guy alone and they scatter like crows scared off of carrion. me and crazy guy help the old guy over to the side of the pool. where the crazy guy whips out a stove and some food and starts cooking. i'm like "you're undercover cops, aren't you?" they respond "yes, we are" then the old one starts talking "we had to follow you to make sure you would do it. you had to go through the door. the whole world needed you to go through that door." i just sat there. the crazy guy hands me some food and we all eat in silence. then they stand up and look at me and say "you know, you could still go back through the door. you'll be ok if you go back through. who knows about us, but your world will be ok." so i start freaking out, that i need to get back. i need to be back on my side of the door. so i jump in the pool and start swimming down. i'm swimming for awhile, and then i realize i can't go back. it's not the same door anymore. it's not the same place i was before. it'll never be my world again. so i swim back up and burst through the surface. the sludge is gone. it's crystal clear water. the greyness is gone. the beatup building is gone. it's now a lush garden paradise. and i'm in a beautiful sand pool with a waterfall spilling into it. i get out of the water and realize things might be pretty good here. then a stretch cadillac shows up. the back window rolls down and it's laura eustice, a girl from high school. she's dressed like a gypsy and the inside of the car looks like one of those old egyptian tents from old 30s and 40s movies. she looks at me and says "do you still have the star?" i'm like "yeah" and i pull it from my pocket. a small star shining with a dull warm white glow and i hand it to her (don't ask where i got it, i just had it). she proceeds to smash it and hands me back a piece. "here. hang onto this. you'll need it in a thousand years." i respond: "wouldn't it be easier if we just hang onto it til this happens again?" (i have no clue what is going on here, this is all just happening and popping out of my mouth) her reply: "you know the power it possess. it can't be trusted intact with just one person. we will scatter it throughout the races of man, and--when the time comes--humanity will have to prove its merit again" she then rolled up the window on the limo and drove away. i stood there holding a small broken part of a star with the understanding that in a thousand years, this was going to happen all over again. i stood there knowing that the world was fine and i was going to be, too.
then i woke up and i was like "damn, that was a weird dream, i should blog it"

if you're not part of the future, then get outta the way.