Strange...

... It was one of those dreams where you are walking along and you see a girl holding a baby, you notice that the girl is kinda cute so you walk up in an attempt to begin a conversation. You start off with a "hi" then notice that the girl has a strange "where have you been" look on her face. Puzzled you look around wondering why she is looking at you that way. You look at the baby she is holding to find that it has blond hair, blue eyes, a large nose and abnormally large ears. It hits you all at once and you stutter on the words "that's.... Mine isn't it". The girl looks at you with an "I told you so look" still not saying anything. You try to lighten the situation with a joke like "ha funny I don't remember you. The girl then gives you a "your such an idiot look" and walks off, and you wake up wondering if you just had a really weird dream of if maybe it meant something.


Thought of the day: do you ever look up at what you just wrote and thing "my god"... I don't.

2:43 AM

This here is just a little something I put together last night. Its from a cartoon I used to watch matched to a song called peace of mind, I thought I timed it all well, but, I’ve never done this before so don't come complaining to me if it didn't tickle your fancy.


Thought of the day: medieval knights don't make good house pets, their to... intelligent

Sorry....

.... I just haven’t felt like posting anything.... anyway, I'll do my best to think of something to say... and try to keep it short this time. maybe I'll write a song, no, perhaps a poem, maybe, but what about? Maybe I should post about something serious and intellectual... no no, haha, no one wants to hear about that. Humm, the word "mastodons" keeps popping into my mind but I don’t want to post about that..... I got it!!!


I had a dream you were a hooker, “FFing” for Jesus :D
all this to say Happy birthday Mindy!!



Thought of the day: If you were a butler and your "master" was named "Mr. Bates" would you feel uncomfortable calling him "master Bates"

My Happy Place

Picture if you will a place where all your dreams can come true, a place where a man of any size stature or level of attractiveness can become an icon adored by millions, a place where a 10 year old boy can live out his dream of being a super hero, a place known only as... The Midnight Zone.
I take you now to the tippy top of a tall building where we have entered the mind of a young and ambitious Benjamin Bruni. There are many strange minds in this world, but none so strange as his, lets take a look shall we.

Buzz! Buzz! goes the alarm clock on the 300 and 69th floor, that’s right everyone, I said 69. A physical fit and extremely handsome if I might add, Benjamin Bruni steps out of bed at the first Noon of the day, you see, in his mind days last twice as long but years stop when you reach a certain age, therefore time works like 12, 12, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2. on the 67th second of the 8th hour of 12 noon he is greeted by Jojo the gorilla, calmly sipping his tea and reading the morning news. He then is greeted and playfully feather dusted by Kimmy, the curly blond haired blue eyed swedish maid that lives full time in the room across from his own. Once he is finished watching her clean the third Noon has rolled around and a group of midgets had earlier promised him that they would teach him to do that midget voice and waddle like midgets do. Just as he's finished learning how to say "G'day Mate" in a australian midget accent he hears the red phone ring and the comish tells him that the local bank is being robbed. He then proceeds to jump out the window of his 300 and 69 story building and fly to the rescue. once at the bank he monologs to the criminals for about 20 to 30 minutes until half of the third, second 2:67 pm is over, then proceeds to knock them out in a single punch. Once finished with the goons he flies back to his 300 and 69th story where he breaks yet again through the main window, it of course fixes itself because he will need to break it again tomorrow when the goons rob that same bank again, only next time he will use a slightly different monolog. No sooner had he got back that the girl who he secret liked and who secretly liked him called to tell him about a dance party where at least 200 people would be at. At the dance the girl is surprised and excited when The Swavy and extremely manly Benjamin Bruni asks her to dance. She then begins to dance, and by what seems like magic to you and me but just an ordinary day for cool people in the midnight zone, knows exactly what The Daringly Delicious Benjamin Bruni is going to do. Once the one and only greatest dance song is over the other girl whom the Sexy, hunkalicious and ever so bad in the best way ever Benjamin Bruni secretly likes asks him to dance, but unknown to him but well known to everyone else especially secret crush # 1 is that she also in a widely known secret likes the Rugged sex God that is Benjamin. As crush # 1 watches our lord of beauty and heroism dance with another woman she is overcome by jealousy and proceeds to jump on the other girl and attack her and just like that, they are in cheerleader costumes with the miniskirts and everything. Knowing that he can do nothing to stop their fighting over him the lord of Funk returns to his 300 and 69th floor where he goes to sleep on the 12th midnight and dreams about how his day could be better. Just as he thinks that nothing can get any better he wakes up and realizes that it was all just a dream, and that he was not the Majorifically proclaimed lord of all things holy and spiffy captain of the rugged league of flying hunks, but more of the king of all things no one ever notices or really even cares about like how to play "Enie Kleine Nachtmusik" with his big toe. "What could of happened" thought the poor confused boy, but then it became all to clear to him that he had spent his day in... The Midnight Zone.

P.S. its much more funny if you imagin the dude from the Twilight Zone narrating it


Thought of the day: Badgers are a lot like people, the white fur keeps to themselves while the black fur thinks they are better then the white fur just because they think the white fur hates them, but the whole time the white fur is thinking "hey man just because old gray hair over there may of hated you doesn’t mean I do" and the black fur is all like "Ima bust a cap in yo ass right heah homie" and the white fur is like "hey dawg, don’t be a hateah man, now why you gotta role like that, yous know I's didn’t do notin’ to you dawg, represent homie, represent", then the black fur is like "yeah, yeah G, well if I see you in my side of the tail again ill bust a cap in mommas ass se how that fees huh" and then the badger rolls over and kills them all, kinda like a fat guy.

Because no one said anything....

... This post has nothing to do with anything I said in the previous post (and I do realize that Rosie said I should post about my 6th year, but, come on, who would want to listen to that).So...... What should I make this post about... something that will make you laugh... cry... and think about life hard... really hard... I got it!

Why I like Super heros!

I was thinking about this a little today (well actually I was thinking about someone that lead me to that point, but that, and she will remain out of this story), I used to think that the reason I was so obsessed with super heros was because they were cool, bouncing, swinging and flying around saving people, but then I realized that, the real reason I like super heros was because... well, I am one. Now before you start thinking I'm insane let me explain. What defines a Super hero? well superpowers of course, but then what about Batman, Iron man, The Punnisher and all those other people who don't have any powers. No, what makes a super hero is mostly these 3 things, a secret identity, a mask, and the saving of innocent people. "But you don't have or do any of those things Ben" is what I told myself until I though, I do wear a mask, I wear it every day, and beneath that mask is a secret identity that is rarely seen, what is my mask you might say... This, ladies and gentleman is my mask, this charade I call humor, this name "the Clown, the Class Clown" is my super hero identity. Why do I do it? why do I go around wearing a clown mask telling jokes all day? well for you of course. In the words of Spider-man "This is my gift, this is my curse" the gift to go around all day, making people happy at the cost of my own health, my own happiness, my own "secret identity". The fact is there are two people, two "me's" Ben (or Benny Boy) and The Clown, The Benny Boy you think you know isn't who you think it is at all, Benny Boy is almost gone and only comes out when all is darkest and depression sets in, Benny Boy is a side affect of The Clown, my other personality, the person that deep down is really just a lonely person who just wants to give up, to quit and let someone else take the name "Clown", the person that gets angry at someone he’s never met for doing something that is none of his business (And here I promised to leaver her out of this, oh well). I have become my mask, I have become "The Clown" and all that’s left of my secret identity is almost gone. This my audience and fellow victims of unwanted powers is how I am a super hero, this is who I am, and I, and shall forever remain... THE CLASS CLOWN, BRIGHTENER OF YOUR DAY. And that is my "super power"

P.S. your probably really confused right now........... so am I.........


Thought of the day: As I stated above this post is to make you think.... so think people, who are you, and what makes you a hero.... ok ok, fine.....
The real Thought of the Day: if your hit by a train just lay down and don’t move.... it will go away in time.

For the sake of a question...

What would you rather hear me rant on anything...

A weird and embarrassing memory,
A stupid poem (I could write for you if you ask really nicely),
My entire 6th year,
Something completely random,
Evil robots,
Pian...isam,
Friends,
or my best Thoughts of the Day

Also I just dot feel like posting anything right now, soooo...... this is YOUR chance to tell me what to post about


Thought of the Day: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?... what if it falls on someone and he screams before it lands on him, do you hear the scream? what if someone did hear the scream but was shot by angry black people, did he really hear anything? what if the black guys are blind? did they see anything, no, and neither did the tree, cuz even the deaf guy knows trees don’t have eyes. I think the real question here is, if a blind black guy shot a deaf tree man would Helen Keller know?

M&Ms

"My love life was getting so bland,
there are only so many ways I can make love with my hand,
sometimes it makes me want to laugh,
sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath"

-Blink182



Thought of the day: If you look up "she beaver" on google image search you don't get any pictures of our favorite female talking beaver from the chronicles of Narnia