things you shouldn't do at work Posted 12/22/2008 6:54:59 AM Don't trip over the vaccuum cleaner on your way out the door and smash your knee really hard into the concrete. happy 4th of July!. . Especially don't if you're going to need that knee for the next two and a half hours.If you smash your knee really hard and it's still screeching at you two hours later, do not attempt to crawl around under a desk to retrieve the trash if you can. You might think your knee doesn't like you now, try listening to it afterwards XP. (0) Comments

things you shouldn't do at work Posted 12/22/2008 6:54:36 AM Don't trip over the vaccuum cleaner on your way out the door and smash your knee really hard into the concrete. happy 4th of July!. . Especially don't if you're going to need that knee for the next two and a half hours.If you smash your knee really hard and it's still screeching at you two hours later, do not attempt to crawl around under a desk to retrieve the trash if you can. You might think your knee doesn't like you now, try listening to it afterwards XP. (0) Comments

Everyone loves dreamposts Posted 12/17/2008 9:48:12 PM Everyone loves dreamposts, right?So this one started out Mary and I were driving down a street in Sedalia, when my celphone rang. Tomorrow we have to go rerecord Somewhere for our demo. . I answered it, and I can hear some voice that sounds kinda like Matt, but I can't make out the words. He then hangs up and a computer-operator voice announces "If this call was about drugs, call *number* (I don't remember what the number was, but it sounded familliar). Irritated, I called Matt and asked if he'd jsut called me. Apparently there's this guy who sounds like him out in the world, but he's some kind of awful criminal and Matt wants to go to the police station for protection, but he's scared to do so because of something in his car, for whatever reason. SO I tell him to just get rid of whatever it is before he gets there. So MAry and I continue on towards the high school, and we see Matt across the street with a sledgehammer and a huge pile of burning cassette tapes.Then Mary, Angela, and I were at a theater of some sort in Italy. It looked like some kind of high scool theater, and I have no idea what it was they were putting on, really. Muppets, something about Robin Hood, cats.... All kinds of wired stuff. I hear a wierd sound outside, and so we go to investigate. There was a meteor that hit outside, it seems. Rescviki and the nocturnal med student. . But it's like a spongy meteorthing, and I pick it up without any problems whatsoever. However, the italians decided this was a horrific national tragedy or something and spend the next four days in mourning and lamenting and making decorations for fancy speeches and the like. I'm so mad I don't even want to be in this house right now. . At Home, At Last.. . Eventually I get so fed up I start yelling at them "But no one was hurt! I was THERE! There was no one killed! This is a MIRACLE, not a tragedy. This it like... some sort of horrible Christmas, they way you folks are carrying on." but no one listened, really. I glanced over at Angela for some confirmation I was actually making sounds, but she was looking the other way. I looked over there, and saw this boy that was secretly an ex of hers and that they'd ended on interesting terms and I knew she'd come sneaking back to the room in the middle of the night now. I rolled my eyes at her and let her be off. Then I noticed Mary had vanished, and I was all alone in this Italian city. So I looked around to see if anyone else was around. All I noticed was that Italy looked exactly like campus.So I decided I'd try and find some coffee. I went to the union, but the entire downstairs had been taken over by some guys who decided they wanted to make it into some kind of ozark-hick-style general store or something to amuse the italians. I tried to get back to my room, having had enough of dealing with people for now. On the way back, I hear a girl talking on her celphone as she walks by. "It's like.... A horrible Christmas! No one was hurt, they're carrying on something awful..." I stop and consider going after her, but decide I'd rather get back to my room. But I'm no longer certain where my room is, since it's not in Wells anymore, so I decide to head to the library instead, figuring there's coffee there and I can keep myself occupied. About that time I happen to look at my phone and notice the date. I'm suddenly not certain if I've got a final today or tomorrow, or even what sort of final it is. i thought my mum and i were supposed to be shopping. . So I start panicking, because if I've got finals, I'm also getting ready to move out, and I've not started packing. So I try to hurry and get to the library, but true to form I can't find it and get incredibly lost.At this point I wake up and am incredibly confused. But that's life.Also, California trip is definately go for me :3. (0) Comments

Everyone loves dreamposts Posted 12/17/2008 9:47:34 PM Everyone loves dreamposts, right?So this one started out Mary and I were driving down a street in Sedalia, when my celphone rang. Tomorrow we have to go rerecord Somewhere for our demo. . I answered it, and I can hear some voice that sounds kinda like Matt, but I can't make out the words. He then hangs up and a computer-operator voice announces "If this call was about drugs, call *number* (I don't remember what the number was, but it sounded familliar). Irritated, I called Matt and asked if he'd jsut called me. Apparently there's this guy who sounds like him out in the world, but he's some kind of awful criminal and Matt wants to go to the police station for protection, but he's scared to do so because of something in his car, for whatever reason. SO I tell him to just get rid of whatever it is before he gets there. So MAry and I continue on towards the high school, and we see Matt across the street with a sledgehammer and a huge pile of burning cassette tapes.Then Mary, Angela, and I were at a theater of some sort in Italy. It looked like some kind of high scool theater, and I have no idea what it was they were putting on, really. Muppets, something about Robin Hood, cats.... All kinds of wired stuff. I hear a wierd sound outside, and so we go to investigate. There was a meteor that hit outside, it seems. Rescviki and the nocturnal med student. . But it's like a spongy meteorthing, and I pick it up without any problems whatsoever. However, the italians decided this was a horrific national tragedy or something and spend the next four days in mourning and lamenting and making decorations for fancy speeches and the like. I'm so mad I don't even want to be in this house right now. . At Home, At Last.. . Eventually I get so fed up I start yelling at them "But no one was hurt! I was THERE! There was no one killed! This is a MIRACLE, not a tragedy. This it like... some sort of horrible Christmas, they way you folks are carrying on." but no one listened, really. I glanced over at Angela for some confirmation I was actually making sounds, but she was looking the other way. I looked over there, and saw this boy that was secretly an ex of hers and that they'd ended on interesting terms and I knew she'd come sneaking back to the room in the middle of the night now. I rolled my eyes at her and let her be off. Then I noticed Mary had vanished, and I was all alone in this Italian city. So I looked around to see if anyone else was around. All I noticed was that Italy looked exactly like campus.So I decided I'd try and find some coffee. I went to the union, but the entire downstairs had been taken over by some guys who decided they wanted to make it into some kind of ozark-hick-style general store or something to amuse the italians. I tried to get back to my room, having had enough of dealing with people for now. On the way back, I hear a girl talking on her celphone as she walks by. "It's like.... A horrible Christmas! No one was hurt, they're carrying on something awful..." I stop and consider going after her, but decide I'd rather get back to my room. But I'm no longer certain where my room is, since it's not in Wells anymore, so I decide to head to the library instead, figuring there's coffee there and I can keep myself occupied. About that time I happen to look at my phone and notice the date. I'm suddenly not certain if I've got a final today or tomorrow, or even what sort of final it is. i thought my mum and i were supposed to be shopping. . So I start panicking, because if I've got finals, I'm also getting ready to move out, and I've not started packing. So I try to hurry and get to the library, but true to form I can't find it and get incredibly lost.At this point I wake up and am incredibly confused. But that's life.Also, California trip is definately go for me :3. (0) Comments

so Posted 12/15/2008 6:45:21 PM so, it's been a while since I did a dreampost, so here we go :3Last night, I drempt I was back at school. In the art annex, actually. I was in the new basement of the art annex (which looked much like a basement at a bank I clean) trying to prepare for a fight or something. At least, I had a pair of boxing gloves and was attempting to figure out how to box. In a hallway. By myself. I stopped suddenly when I heard Angela coming. It sounded like she was talking to her dad about something, and I knew I couldn't be found with my boxing implements for whatever reason. So I stuffed them into a box in an otherwise-empty room, right before she happened to walk by. She looked into the room and suggested I come with her to dinner and maybe out afterwards, it depended on the weather.So we leace the annex and head to Garst, wondering when it got to be nighttime all of a sudden and was it really going to storm trains and how happy we were school was getting out soon. We walked into Garst and there was a sign announcing the penguins had gone home. There was this huge tank near the door where the penguins had been living, I guess. We then saw Richard and a guy I used to know in high scool, who decided they were going to eat with us. The place was mostly empty of everythign but tables and chairs, but we eventually found something and sat down.There was talk about Jones soda starting to make wine and how we shoudl get some to try it, but that's all I recall.In other news, if I'm remembering my boss' work schedule right, there's a good chance I'm going to be able to get out to california after all :3 (0) Comments

alrighty guys Posted 12/10/2008 1:36:37 PM alrighty guys, I know scribbles and the like normally get regulated to krikkett_arts but I didn't feel like it this time. So you get to see things if you click on the cut. First off, the nice pirate, for anyone who didn't catch it over on devart.Then the rough pencils of the next pirates-to-be. We'll see how this progresses.Then the three 100 prompt scribbles. First up is "tower."They looked over the tower in the distance carefully. Though it seemed close, they both knew they had a good ways ahead of them yet. Silently, they wondered what thay'd find inside, and if it'd bring them any closer to finding the answers they were seeking.Next we get the entry for.... "memory", I guess.Unprepared and unready to stumble upon his grave again, Mira could do little but feel everything she'd been repressing well to the surface. When Kegan found her, she was in dire need of him. Concerned, he did the only thing he could think of and pulled her close, allowing her to let everything follow through to it's needed conclusion.Last up is "childhood" much happier, but the scribble itself isn't so amazing XPMom would always pick him up from school, but he liked rainy days best for that. Then she'd meet him, umbrella in one hand, his much smaller one in her other, and together they'd walk home, chatting about their days and anything else that came up. It was one of his favorite memories from childhood. (0) Comments

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