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Sninktober Day 11: Bruise
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Hit the “I’m worthless and shit at literally everything” hard tonight, so it looks like I’m bailing on yet another event. :/
....hEy MaN, yOu GoT tHe StUfFs?
IKER - Liga NOS '17-18 - J05 - FC Porto vs. Chaves - 09/09/17
there is renovation work happening on the building I live in and that means that I, today, got woken up by fucking loud drilling noises. IT WASN'T EVEN 8am YET WHY ARE YOU DOING DRILLING WORK?!?!?!?!?!? anyway I am fascinated by the fact that I — I always sleep with earplugs, — just went back into bed and at some point ...... started dreaming? ( I want to point out here that the earplugs didn't block out the drillings sound, just made it not hurt) I fell asleep? next to these FUCKING LOUD DRILLING NOISES. it was one of these reoccurring dreams even. a bus stop that doesn't exist..... but wait, this is actually mildly crazy
summary: I tried to wake myself up from the bus stop dream, ended up getting pulled into another dream. in this dream I was in my room and there were a bunch of books on shelves, books that I collected in a previous dream, that I dreamt quite some time ago.
so initially I was dreaming the bus stop thing, there was also a bus that wasn't a bus but whatever, not important. I tried to wake myself up — I sometimes just do that while I dream — and, yeah, I got pulled into another dream instead, which I didn't realise because I was in my bedroom. so I didn't realise that I wasn't awake. and I just looked at one of my walls, as I usually do when I try to wake up, and there was a bunch of books. some more shelves than I havw irl, with, just, a bunch of books. and, by the gods, as I type this aout I actually remember more stuff. so some of these books I collected IN ANOTHER DREAM. a dream that was a few weeks? months? ago. and they were here, in my dream room? I just looked at them and instantly remembered, yeah I got them from this one time where I went to a library/bookstore with my parents. THIS DID NOT HAPPEN IRL, THIS WAS A DREAM.
DASH GAMES
do you make your bed? nope. way too lazy for that favourite number? i don't pick favorites job? data analyst/processor if you could go back to school, would you? yes please. i never finished college and i would love to. can you parallel park? can't drive do you think aliens are real? universe too big not to. but they're probably amoebas can you drive a manual car? can't drive what's your guilty pleasure? those cookies that taste like sand tattoos? yj!nightwing symbol on my wrist. the words "one pulse" with a pulse line through them and a burst of rainbow around on my forearm. favourite colour? red :) do you like puzzles? yes! most kinds. any phobias? muppets :( spiders also but i'm working on it and can look at pics now without getting upset :) favourite childhood sport? ice hockey do you talk to yourself? yes but also a bunch of other guys live in my head so i talk to them too
tagged by: @normaltothemax tagging: @49125 @dramatisperscnae @halfdent @thwipit and whoever wants to!
me, making my stupid little list of stupid little draft prospects, most of whom i have barely any knowledge of,