There's a starman waiting in the sky

My Cell Phone is temporarily out of commission. My house phone has no reason not to be working (846-9551) so that's a fine alternative; however, if I'm not home, good luck!

By the way, I'm going insane!

My dad's is out of state (Washington DC) tonight, which is nothing too odd.
Less than a minute ago, I got a text message (didn't know he did those!) saying, "Goodnight, Sam".

WebMD has become a new frontier for me. somewhat sad and unoteworthy? possibly. will I write more to add sustance to help procure interest  of y'all? no, but maybe soon.

I just woke up from a dream-filled sleep. I don't remember most of it, but here's a brief description of what I remember from one: I was in a roller-derby race, which was taking place in my basement. My competitors were a faceless roller-derby girl and sylvester stallone. I remember it being really hard to control my skate at first, but I adjusted to that by just focusing on skating. I got pretty comfortable doing it and then started grabbing the long series of balloons that surrounded the rink, whose strings tied onto a rope that would thus connect several balloons. as I did this, the center of my basement became filled with random hip-hop personalities who were scattered around, all sitting in armchairs by desks covered in papers. I took this time to tell them that I was ready to record, but they all responded grumpily that they were not done making new beats. I started to go upstairs, to leave them to their work, and it was about then that I woke up.

Come on, body! 
Wake up and not be achey and tired!

I tossed a still-burning match into a crowded ashtray. Fearing a Butt Inferno, I came up with a brilliant solution to relieve such feelings; I spat into the ashtray. The match's cinders were no more, and I had, in spitting, blown a decent amount of ash to rush all over my face and hair and neck and shoulders. ewwy.

The Good: I got my cell phone back, so now I can contact the external world again.
The Bad: A bunch of rooms in my house smell like shit and I might go outside soon because the air in this computer room is particularly nasty and I need a breather/a cigarette.
 and The Ugly: Um, same problem with "The Bad". It's U-G-L-Y ugly too.

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SOPHIE AND IMANI!

could I possibly have one of my copies of House of Leaves back? or both? please? (pbbbt)

I have started carrying my notebook around with me so that when anything interesting comes to mind, I can record it in there instead of just verbalizing it all to someone who doesn't get it or care to. 

I've also decided that, when I have the oppertunity, I am going to make a Camera Obscura Smoking room. If that doesn't sound like the coolest fucking idea, then I don't know what is, BECAUSE I'M A "COOLEST FUCKING IDEA" MACHINE!

Also, I realize that this entry makes me sound really arrogant, but I'm kinda too cool to care about lj entries