tick tock cuckoo

it's 11:25.

i have just eaten my two buffalo wing white slices, and i have a cheese calzone for tomorrow. of course, i didn't really eat the chicken, because it's friday and mom says i can't eat meat. right.

i watched all fifty one episodes of arrested development over the course of four and a half days. my next show will be the office.

TICK.

um, i'm drinking dr. pepper. this i was from my food. i wouldn't have had to get food if what i ordered at work would have shown up. i called in and ordered a mexican pizza with a ginger ale to be delivered to my building. i waited fifty minutes until i called asking if they had left, to which the man replied, "Eets ahn eets weh". i waited another ten minutes to get a phone call from a security guard at some other building, saying that the kid delivered the food to the wrong place, but it was on it's way over. i waited another forty minutes until it was 9:40 at night and we were closing the building for the night. i went home hungry, and got my pizza.

um...

TOCK.

i have work tomorrow. work from 10:30 - 1:30, then to cromwell for more work until 3:00. then to marissa and lauren's new apartment to help the former with jazz, then to fenix studios for rehearsal with sarah and whoever else decides to show up. sunday, i have work in the morning. monday, nothing. tuesday, i have work at rustic. i owe some make up lessons that i have to get settled then. i owe  billy, dan, gabe, joe, nisam, allie, greg, giovanni, melissa... jose.

CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!

it's 11:36. that's ninety-two and a half hours until i ask about a trip. i wait, i wait, i wait, i wait, i wait. i wait. i wait, wait, wait. i wait and wait. i wait some more. and then, i wait. i wait.

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i wait. but my patience wears down. is this virtuous? nay, i say. it's advantageous is what it is.

the unshakeable tenacity of the black goblin part III

Gideon was standing in the door, about to join the lovely girl and the Black Goblin, when he heard a strange rustling coming from outside. He peered out the window, and saw an elf. She was the most beautiful elf he had ever laid eyes on. She motioned for him to go outside, so he sneakily crept out of the door and into the woods where she waited.

The elf gave him her brooch and a sack, containing a strange dust. "This dust," she said, "will bring to light what shadows try to hide. Just sprinkle it on whatever you seek truth from, and it shall be known to you."

"What of this brooch?" asked Gideon.

"That," replied the elf, "is for you to remember me by. I am watching." With that, the elf darted off into the woods, fading in the distance with the trees and thickets.

The boy didn't know what to do with the dust, so he walked into the house, putting the brooch on as he went. Not looking carefully at where he was going as he was pinning the brooch to his shirt, he tripped and fell, sending the satchel of dust flying into the air. The dust scattered everywhere. Gideon jumped up in a panic, thinking he had wasted the dust, but when he turned to the goblin, he could see that the goblin wasn't black at all. He wasn't slimy, or grotesque in any way. In fact, he was rather handsome, for a goblin anyway, and was a deep shade of blue.

"Oh my, look at all this dust everywhere! Gideon, we'll have to clean this up," said the lovely girl.

"Oh yes," replied Gideon. He turned to the goblin. "Excuse me, sir goblin, my apologies. I seem to have spilled dust all over you."

The Blue Goblin replied, "Not a problem, boy. Not a problem. I happen to be a fantastic duster. I was taught by elves."

"You mean, you lived with elves? You never lived in a cave?" responded Gideon.

"No, dear boy," laughed the goblin. "Caves are dank and dark, gloomy places. They suffocate one. There's no way to breath in those places. Everything gets all bottled up in there. In the forest, you have air. The trees breathe with you. It's much nicer out there." His eyes turned to the brooch on Gideon's shirt. "My, what a marvelous looking clasp you have, there. It looks somewhat familiar to my eyes; where did you acquire it?"

"A friend," replied Gideon as he smiled. "A friend."

"Well, this house is a mess, let's clean it on up, shall we?" said the lovely girl, grabbing her dusters.

The three cleaned the house, and spent the night laughing and talking about all manner of things. They had a wonderful night.

the unshakeable tenacity of the black goblin part II

Some time earlier...

Gideon had been trapped in the goblin's cave for months upon months. The goblin appeared from the darkness with a package.

"Here, b-b-b-b-boy. This, this-s-s-s is f-f-f-for yo-, you."

Gideon reached out and grabbed the package. Upon opening it, he found a key. Engraved upon it was, "Waarom, Schat, Waarom". Nervously, Gideon took the key and placed it in his pocket.

"Th-th-th-th-that key will, will open-n-n-n-n any, any one door in this cav-v-ve. Choo-oo-oo-oose carefully, boy."

Looking around, Gideon realized that he was in a different room of the cave than he usually inhabited. This room was filled with doors! Behind some, Gideon could hear strange noises. Behind others, he could have sworn he felt something pounding against them. There was one door under which a light shown out. Surely this was an exit!

"Sir goblin," began Gideon, "may I stay past the door forever? The door that I open that is."

"Why, cer-r-r-r-rtainly, boy. You, you may st-st-st-st-stay there as long as-s-s you wish."

Gideon raced to the door, slid the key in, turned it and flew through the door and right into the cave wall. He fell hard to the ground, and heard a wheezing cackle from behind him.

"Did... did you th-th-th-think that, that I.... that I.... would-d-d-d let you leave? Hahahaha!"

The Black Goblin left the room, and as he did, all the doors opened, each revealing a cave wall. Anything that was behind those doors vanished. Gideon lay there, trying to understand what had just happened. That night, he slept in that room, listening to the awful laughter of the goblin echoing through the cave.

the unshakeable tenacity of the black goblin

Gideon ran as far as he could from the moonlit cave. He could hear the scampering of the Black Goblin behind him, hear his calls.

"You... you cannot es-s-s-cape me, ch-ch-ch-child! Come back, boy! C-c-come hither!"

Gideon knew better, and ran all the way to town. He found safety in the home of a lovely girl, whom he had befriended. He stayed there for a long time.

One night however, years later, Gideon awoke to hear a familiar, slimy voice. He walked downstairs, to see the girl inviting the Black Goblin into his home!

"Th-th-th-thank you for your hos-s-s-spitality... girl. You're t-t-too... too kind. Oh, hello, Gideon."

"Gideon, do you know him? He's awful kind. Why didn't you tell me you were acquaintances?"

Gideon didn't know what to do. He knew what the goblin was here for. He wanted to torment the poor girl, and then him. Gideon remembered back, back to the night he ran...

"How did you es-s-s-scape your... your cage?!"

"It was rather difficult, but I had the proper motivation."

"I will retur-r-r-r-rn you... at, at once. It isn't safe outside y-y-y-your cage..."

"NO!"

Gideon grabbed the nearest object, a jagged stone, and thrust it into the leg of the goblin, and ran. Ran out of the cave and to the home of the lovely stranger.

Gideon walked back downstairs and found that the girl was getting along rather well with the goblin. And there, around his neck, was the stone. And he thought to himself, what if I can't escape? Am I running for nothing? What if I can enjoy the company of the goblin? What if he's tenacious for a reason? Why else would he have come back?

Gideon stood in the doorway, too uncertain to move. He listened to the conversation from a distance. He didn't enter, but he didn't dare leave. Just waited, waited for one side or another to take sway over him.

i have discovered a new talent:

i have the ability to nap whilst being awake. i did it just now, and i yawned, and i stretched, and i feel energized. i did it while watching youtube videos. i thought i'd share that.

just do it

it's a new experience for me, but one i'm adjusting to. i'm too busy doing it to decide whether i like it or not, but i'm even still to busy to even realize that i'm probably enjoying it.

lyrically challenged

i'm really making an effort to write lyrics. the problem is that i suck at it. they always sound like a thirteen year old trying to be intellectual, when he has no basis for his reasonings and therefore, doesn't quite make sense.

i wrote a song, but it's terribly depressing/sick, and i really don't know how i feel about it. i mean, the words don't sound cheesy, and they get the point across, which is a victory for me. the problem is that it's a 'lullaby' about a girl who has a kid out of wedlock and discards of it by throwing it in the trash, and i'm really not happy about that. i mean, the one song that is sound, and it's about this; just my luck. lol

i've been reading the lyrics to 'thru the eyes of ruby' by the smashing pumpkins. it really is a marvelous song.

"breathing underwater and living under glass"

that's got to be my favorite line from the song, which is about young love and how you shouldn't rush into things like marriage because you'll get there and realize you're miserable.

i'm still working on stuff, but it's an upward battle for me, and the opposition has archers.