The Indubitably Awesome Adventures of Me

As If You Care: I have a blank [creative] mind as of late.

I am aware that you either don’t care or are not aware that I have been experiencing some form of block when it comes to creative juices.  Even after that sentence, I paused for approximately 30 minutes.  I AM under much stress and work at this very moment but the mere fact that I can’t even muster up a thought and express how I can’t muster thoughts is beyond me. 

You may have noticed the photo on the side of this very blog entry.  The reason for this photo is quite simple.  This graph shows the trending search on GOOGLE for Daylight Savings Time 2012.  This search is currently ranked #3 on Google’s Hot Searches.  It is simply a ploy to get searchers to potentially stumble upon these fine readings.  Ultimately, I would like to draw you in and then throw you for a loop when you begin to read.  This will be your thought upon discovering what you thought you would be reading is not actually what you are reading:  “Hey.  This is not what I thought I would be reading.  These words don’t coincide with that photo at all!”  It will be something like that.  Tricked ya.

I think there is a key to be found.  At first, the key looks rigid and intricate as though there is no lock that will accommodate said key.  In all actuality, the key is almost that of a skeleton key.  What does this mean?  It means the solution is simple and I just don’t see it yet.  My mind is fogged.  My work schedule is as loaded as a babies diaper.  Clarity is needed but not yet visibly in reach.

Daylight Savings Time 2012.  Don’t forget to set your clocks.  SPRING forward.  Maybe the new season and new light of the same reliable sun will grant me some inspiration.  May it also bring some to you.  Wish me luck.  Wishing some to you. 

Good riddance, winter days of Los Angeles that don’t really feel like winter.

I’m out.

A NOTED FIRST:  No hyphens were used in the creation of this post.

The Daily: Rover Plays Dead

As if you care: My Dreams Should [somehow] Be Turned Into Movies.

Just the other night, I fell into a light slumber somewhere around 4 am.  I pull all-nighters on the regular.  Sometimes it is intensional and sometimes it is not.  Anyway…the point is that I experienced a dream that got quite the chuckle out of me the next morning.  Here’s how it went:

I decided to have a SMALL get-together at the home I will actually be pet-sitting for come mid April.  It was already mid April in my dream and people started to arrive in costume.  I remember there being a mummy who denied being a mummy but was definitely dressed as a mummy.  Things were going well.  The dog was nowhere to be seen but I assumed she was fine.  People kept arriving and it got to be too much so I kicked everyone out.   THEN SUDDENLY I was driving down this street called Gary.  (I was coming from Lake St. going south on Gary…for those of you who know the whereabouts.)  The thing is…I was not driving a vehicle but was driving my…stomach if you will.  I was just coasting on my gut.  I think I may have been drunk or just really tired.  I must have just been tired because I hadn’t had anything to drink at my half-party.  My hair kept flying in my face when I was trying to talk to my former roommate MARA on my cell phone (still full throttle on my tumtum).   She was under the impression My Chemical Romance planned my party and that’s why it got out of hand.  Apparently she was not in the wrong.  

This is how the convo went:

Mara:  There was just no place for us to stay or else I would have come to your party.  

Myself:  Yeah I understand.

Mara:  It was just bad planning.  I mean if My Chemical Romance hadn’t done all the planning it probably would have gone better…and I could have made it.  There was just no place for use to stay.  I’m sorry.

Myself:  Yeah.  It’s okay.  Next time. 

I then steered my being to the next light in hopes of making a getaway because I noticed a police officer coming up behind me.  I wasn’t doing anything wrong; just driving on my stomach.  But I thought that was a little weird so I decided to hide in a bush in the residential area on my right.  I made a quick turn to the right and then immediately to the left which was not the smoothest of turns but I spotted a bush.  I found myself unable to make it to the bush and decided to rest in the grass on the side of the road.  It had to have been about 4am dream-time thus causing confusion when I saw an old, hunched man/woman walking toward me; unaware of my existence.  They made me panic but I felt myself dozing off.  I forced my eyes open in a frenzy to see if they were standing over me which I guess caused me to wake in the real world.  It was 4:45am.  I didn’t fall asleep the remainder of the night.

I’m still waiting for Leo DiCaprio to show up somewhere…backed my My Chemical Romance.  For all I know I could still be dreaming.

As if You Care: This is what I long for this holiday season.

DEAR ALL,A Christmas Wish-List Before My Slumber.

• Joseph’s amazing technicolor dreamcoat (Complete with golden lining)
• MC Hammer pants.  I prefer a dark grey/gray linen.  
• Dunkin’ Donuts French Vanilla Roast COFFEE
• Black Sparkle Keytar (See Sweetwater catalogue.  You must call for said item because it is not yet in the pages.)
• A hat for my cat.
• Green pony with long flowing mane and crazy eyes.
• A vehicle resembling the bat-mobile but not to the T because I know we’re in the midst of a recession and you’re trying to save money.
• Canvas; for to paint on.
• Paint; for to paint with.
• Old books.  (I don’t care what they behold; incluso si esté en otro idioma.)
• Some cool glasses/specs.
• An original poem.
• “Arts and Crafts” essentials. 
• Green Tea
• One LARGE hug.  (If you can afford more, that would be great.  I know the season demands many of these so I understand if you can only spare one.)

This completes the wish-list for the evening.  The list may be changed on or before 24 December 2010 without warning.  Please check often.

sugarspellitoutlikeoh asked: Ohhhh, you're fabulous. Insta-follow, for sure! :]

Ahh Thanks!  You’ve got quite the fabulous blog going on.

I wish the ideas struck me as often as they do you.

You must be wearing some kind of metal rod that attracts bloggish ideas.  GOOD WORK  =]

toycunt asked: Girl, how did you get so fly?

Woah.  I’ve never gotten one of these on here!  

So I guess I’m not fly.  Sorry for misleading you.

As If You Care: I probably won’t ever meet the Jonas Brothers.

So I was watching a certain television network that hosts a certain show called Spongebob Squarepants.  SUDDENLY, Kevin Jonas appeared on my screen telling me I could write a song, a movie idea, or a video game idea and send it to some website and if I was chosen, he’d help me manifest said idea into a real life thing!  I would get to work with the pros!  So I went to said website with interest in entering the “best contest everrr” and what I found was so upsetting…so nerve-rattling…I could spit dirt.

SUPPOSEDLY Kevin Jonas only wants to help creative minds between the ages of 6 and 13.  I left that age gap years ago.  I remember being twelve.  I had this cool green purse from Limited Too and I took it to OUTBACK Steakhouse for my birthday.  I remember thinking…’I am a pre-teen.  This is great.’  If only this opportunity arose in my tween years.

So, if you’re between the ages of 6 and 13, click THIS LINK and you will be directed to the website that could win you some time with pros and potentially win you a new pal.  It seems my chances of meeting the Jonas Brothers or even ONE brother have been reduced from Slim to none to Don’t get your hopes up.  You’re not 12 anymore.  NOT gonna happen.

And that is all.  

Oh and if you’re wondering why there is a picture of bacon atop of this post…It is because I have been informed that blog posts with bacon or sharks involved get more hits and whatnot than those lacking in those departments.  I need everyone to know how upset I am at the reduction of hope I once held so dear.