u kno…the whole blackout thing was prolly a good thing for the collective fatness of nyc. i mean…it got ppl outta the apt and walking, right? ill bet u ppl from 500 years ago could kick all our asses.

i decided to get some sleep thursday nite during the blackout, since there were no flashlights in my apt (except for our cell phones). but since all the windows were open and i could hear all the partying outside, i got jealous and headed out to look for the parties. after heading down to the street level, up a block, back to my building, into the back patio, and then up to the roof…i couldnt find shit and gave up. grr. where was all the hooting and drinking coming from?? mysteries….

friday i got up and decided that i wanted to bike. so i took a screwdriver and hammer and oh-so-gently fixed the shocks on my bike (theyd been outta commission for 2 months). i headed out on my bike and made my way up to central park for some relaxing non-electricity-dependent fun. actually…by the time i got up to midtown, they had already gotten their power back. bizatches! anyhoo…i biked up, hit the great lawn, and talked on the phone with ags in cali for a while. fish called me up to see what i was up to…whether i wanted to get outta nyc for the day and go tear thru some trails. im like…woo! so i take the path out to newark and we head off to tear thru the trails of the tourne. we have din at panera’s and catch a game of chess (ass-kicked. er…) after getting back to nyc, i bike up to marisol’s and we go have drinkies around hells kitchen.

anyhoos…jus got back from blading with pho down the west side highway. ah…relaxing. except for the odd rainshowers. but whatever. my parents brought me my nike blades last weekend…and i hadnt used them since…college? holy. anyhoo…it felt like i was still in form. i couldnt stop, but who needs to stop? stoppings overrated.

current selection | dj krush – final home feat. esthero
feelin’ | miffed (i erased the original entry! argh!)

i hate typing out alot of shit and then losing it. *shrug* my parents came to see my new apartment yesterday for the first time. so i asked them to bring a few things…

what i asked for
– 1 case of tung-i ramen
– 1 case of apple sidra (yum!)
– my sewing machine, nike blades, and my stereo

what they brought
– 2 cases of tung-i ramen (oh shit)
– 2 cases of apple sidra (oh sh…wait…rock!)
– 7 packs of gyoza
– my sewing machine, blades, and stereo (check)
– 3 of my super-soakers (i kept one)
– random kitchen and bath stuff

now our cupboards are filled to the brim with ramen…and thats jus one case. my hair will be gone in 3 months time. after unloading the stuff, my parents took me and my roomie fonz for lunch. we went to my fav noodle shop, soba-ya since i hadnt been there in months. we all ordered lunch sets…which came out half an hour later. whups. they felt bad about the lateness, so we got free ice cream to boot. woo! we then went shopping at sunrise where i went nuts (since they were paying). after we got back to my apt and my parents headed off, scottie dropped by from yale. rock! actually, he was going to a concert that nite, so he was in the city for the day. which was coo b/c rosen (another hs bud) was dropping by also to discuss my illustrations for his forthcoming book of screwed up fairy tales. wow…mini montville hs reunion. like one of langa’s bbq’s.

i think my dreamcatcher needs a tune-up. the details are already starting to fade, but here goes. me and a group of 4 other wizards are making our way to this large forboding castle in the middle of the nite. we’re all wielding our wands (mine’s duct-taped with silver and tinfoil b/c its aim is off??). theres apparently a crazy ghoul named gaz running loose around the place, and everybody is afraid to go back into the castle until its gone. i suppose we’re wizard ghostbusters. so after we head to the wrong forboding castle (theres apparently 2 next to each other), we head to the right one. we’re approaching it and i point out that gaz is holed up in the top-most portion of the castle, a mini-castle protruding from the top of a spiral tower at the northwest corner of the main castle. its pretty creepy looking…as far as forboding castles go. as we get to the entrance, we have a discussion about how to deal with the ghoul. one of the other wizards (bob?) says that ghouls are like dementors, and that we’ll need a patronus spell to counter them. like those specific potter references? everybody begins to practice their patronus spells as we enter, and i realize that ive forgotten how to cast my patronus. crap. so silver ducks, piggies, and other odd farm animals are flying left and right from the wizards’ wands, and we eventually reach the stairs leading to the tower. i attempt one last time to cast patronus….my wand goes nuts, and i wake up. wtf?

a few m3ntal notes as i was laying in bed holding my non-existent duct-taped wand. id specifically remembered the castle from another dream…but i only recalled this while in the dream. this has happened alot of times before…where while im in a dream, ill recall that id seen a certain house, or location, etc before from a past dream. not from the real world, mind u…but specifically “within the collective dream world” in a sense. but i wouldnt be able to remember what specifically (or at least details of such) after ive woken up….as if the memories were locked specifically within my subconscious, separated from my conscious memory. odd. also, while i was in this particular dream, all the wizarding and potter-specific references and the like seemed common-place. as in, while in the dream, i didnt go “like in potter…lets use the patronus spell.” nope…it jus seemed normal. the mind is too weird. on the even odder note…i cant believe i actually remembered the name of the ghoul as gaz.