I have a post in the works about this past weekend about my trip to the Southern Version of Vegas. However, to help whet your appetite here is good little conversation snippet from the road trip back with the Professor.
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Me: "So I was thinking that when I move in we'll put my PS3 in the bedroom. This way we have a DVD player and a Blu-Ray player in there. Then we can just take your DVD player and put it in the living room. You are always saying you wish one was out there. Sound good?"
Professor: "Yeah. But I think maybe we should put my DVD player in the living room, since we'll have your game thing in the bedroom. What do you think?"
Me (dripping with sarcasm): "Yeah, I think that's an amazing idea!"
Professor: (oblivious to the sarcasm)
Me: "...You didn't pay attention to anything I just said did you?"
Professor: "Why, what did you say?"
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What is very weird about allllll that, is that right at the end of this little conversation I just sort of over flowed with all sorts of warm fuzzy feelings. It was completely nauseating.
Shoot Them in the Brains... You Zombie Killers!
Last night I had a strange and vivd dream.
I was in some sort of post-apocalyptic dystopia. A place and time where huge cities, some quasi-futuristic with sweeping towers and holographic screens that still flickered into life, and some startlingly familiar looking places (especially the strip mall), were practically devoid of people, abandoned.
Almost every place I visited had that sad look and hollow sound that only sets in after years of disuse. There was a cold feel that only emerges after people move away. The cities were still in that transition time where it had lost the vitality it once had but nature hadn't attempted to reclaim the land. Cities and buildings were simply large mausoleums, structures and places that showed how high we had ascended and how quickly we had been dispersed. Apparently, I and an ever changing group of people were the last people who had managed to survive the brunt of a zombie nightmare.
That's right. I was in a real life(dream) zombie fest, and I have zero clue how I hadn't managed to be eaten/infected. After all, my cardio is clearly not up to snuff, and I have never really handled a weapon. Yet there I was one of the remaining members of humanity. Even during the dream I don't remember really killing any zombies. Though I do remember picking up a golf bag and selecting a couple long weapons: a baseball bat, a couple golf clubs, and some sort of pole.
The parts that I still remember were the exploring the cities for anything that could help us stay alive, I remember, also directing people into their positions when we were pinned down on an upper story of a building and trying to get down the stairwell. That was pretty intense. There was also that time at the strip mall where a group of us had managed to scramble on top of the roof of a restroom, while we waited for the rest of the group to arrive and help.
The sad part of every dream, no matter how clearly you saw it, is that it always starts to fade as soon as you wake. Even now while I write this I had to really make an effort to piece together the events of the dream. And it was actually a fun dream. I felt really accomplished in that world. Though I guess when the bar is set to the point where waking up to a new day is the threshold for success, the dream was just trying to help me continue a lazy streak.
But I guess the point of this post is something important that I wanted to share with you all: if you eat a huge meal consisting of chili cheese hot dogs right before going to bed, you are likely going to dream about flesh eating abominations.
I was in some sort of post-apocalyptic dystopia. A place and time where huge cities, some quasi-futuristic with sweeping towers and holographic screens that still flickered into life, and some startlingly familiar looking places (especially the strip mall), were practically devoid of people, abandoned.
Almost every place I visited had that sad look and hollow sound that only sets in after years of disuse. There was a cold feel that only emerges after people move away. The cities were still in that transition time where it had lost the vitality it once had but nature hadn't attempted to reclaim the land. Cities and buildings were simply large mausoleums, structures and places that showed how high we had ascended and how quickly we had been dispersed. Apparently, I and an ever changing group of people were the last people who had managed to survive the brunt of a zombie nightmare.
That's right. I was in a real life(dream) zombie fest, and I have zero clue how I hadn't managed to be eaten/infected. After all, my cardio is clearly not up to snuff, and I have never really handled a weapon. Yet there I was one of the remaining members of humanity. Even during the dream I don't remember really killing any zombies. Though I do remember picking up a golf bag and selecting a couple long weapons: a baseball bat, a couple golf clubs, and some sort of pole.
The parts that I still remember were the exploring the cities for anything that could help us stay alive, I remember, also directing people into their positions when we were pinned down on an upper story of a building and trying to get down the stairwell. That was pretty intense. There was also that time at the strip mall where a group of us had managed to scramble on top of the roof of a restroom, while we waited for the rest of the group to arrive and help.
The sad part of every dream, no matter how clearly you saw it, is that it always starts to fade as soon as you wake. Even now while I write this I had to really make an effort to piece together the events of the dream. And it was actually a fun dream. I felt really accomplished in that world. Though I guess when the bar is set to the point where waking up to a new day is the threshold for success, the dream was just trying to help me continue a lazy streak.
But I guess the point of this post is something important that I wanted to share with you all: if you eat a huge meal consisting of chili cheese hot dogs right before going to bed, you are likely going to dream about flesh eating abominations.
Aaah... L'amour!
Now, for the final update segment. Something I'm sure a number of you have been waiting for. So get off those tenterhooks (look it up it's a from real phrase). I will now sate some of your curiosity.
For almost 8 months I've been officially dating the Professor. That's like almost 3 years in gay time, so this is kind of big news. Since we've been seeing each other it has been pretty much fantastic. We talk almost every day, and have even set up Wed or Thur as a semi official date night.
He makes me think all those cutesy love-struck things that, if taken out of the context of a relationship would see really creepy. I think this card really gets this across the best:
I plan on sending that to him at 1 year with the tip of my pinky in a velour box. You know a little something that says: I thought of you and wanted to show you how much, and if you ever leave me... well you would never do that, would you?
Romantic, no? But humor aside, he's a pretty amazing person. He is actually really fit (which if you knew me you'd realize how weird it is for me to be dating someone that knows how to pronounce, much less do, more than 3 different exercises), but he doesn't push me in an obnoxious way to change my lazy ways. Very book smart, but sometimes a little naive. And incredibly thoughtful about my friends. We also get along very well. We have some great conversation about serious topics, like how to handle Immigration policies, and those that may not be so serious, like how ducks never chew their food they just sort of choke it down.
So that is the run-down with my love interest. If I refer to him in my posts now you know who he is, and why some descriptions may look like the written equivalent to Vaseline on a camera lens. All fuzzy, and soft.
For almost 8 months I've been officially dating the Professor. That's like almost 3 years in gay time, so this is kind of big news. Since we've been seeing each other it has been pretty much fantastic. We talk almost every day, and have even set up Wed or Thur as a semi official date night.
He makes me think all those cutesy love-struck things that, if taken out of the context of a relationship would see really creepy. I think this card really gets this across the best:
"If i had a big enough needle, i'd stitch our skin together while you were asleep so that when you woke up, we were like one person. one big happy deformed person. "
I plan on sending that to him at 1 year with the tip of my pinky in a velour box. You know a little something that says: I thought of you and wanted to show you how much, and if you ever leave me... well you would never do that, would you?
Romantic, no? But humor aside, he's a pretty amazing person. He is actually really fit (which if you knew me you'd realize how weird it is for me to be dating someone that knows how to pronounce, much less do, more than 3 different exercises), but he doesn't push me in an obnoxious way to change my lazy ways. Very book smart, but sometimes a little naive. And incredibly thoughtful about my friends. We also get along very well. We have some great conversation about serious topics, like how to handle Immigration policies, and those that may not be so serious, like how ducks never chew their food they just sort of choke it down.
So that is the run-down with my love interest. If I refer to him in my posts now you know who he is, and why some descriptions may look like the written equivalent to Vaseline on a camera lens. All fuzzy, and soft.
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