cranberrie's Dreams

Oh, my life is changing everyday,

In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it's never quite as it seems,
Never quite as it seems.

I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.

I want more impossible to ignore,
Impossible to ignore.
And they'll come true, impossible not to do,
Impossible not to do.

And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.

Oh, my life,
Is changing every day,
In every possible way.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quiet as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

XOXO,
8:07:00 PM

Ridiculous Thoughts

Life has been an extremely boring routine for me.
Its the same ritual everyday..
Wake up.Shower.Get dressed.
Go to school.
Go to BLK L Room 340 seat 3.
Park my bums in there for the next few hours.
Surf Aimlessly.
(when im lucky,ill bump into some useful websties for my project)
if im not..then forget it..
ill listen to music .
chat on my msn.
Get bored and pissed off wif the world.
Crack Lame jokes wif the girl next to me,Adine.
Get Bug by various ppl..who also have nothing else better to do..
The count the minutes down to go home at 5.

which brings me to back to the question that has always been haunting me..
"what the hell am i doing here in IT?"

There is so much more to life then this.
There is so much more i want to do then this.
There is so much more i CAN do better then what im doing now.

i wanna run around.Jump around.
i dunt want to sit in this chair for 7-8 hours looking at this damn monitor.
i want to communicate.
The only thing i happen to be communicating with right now is this fucking monitor.
i dunt want to be getting nightmares of Programs and PHP scripts.
Instead i want to dream endlessly of how far i can travel around the world.
The kind of ppl ill meet.
The experiences ill gain.
To have the knowledge of everything else under the sun besides this IT technology crap.

Pardon me for complaining too much abt my current pathetic situation right now.
i dunt really have many other options besides my blog.

Im jus feeling horribly bored n morbid right now.
i hate to be in the mainstream.
I ll do anything to NOT be in the mainstream.
oh just leave me alone.
ill be fine tomorrow i guess.

XOXO,
12:23:00 AM

Shrew

If looks could kill,
My final year project partner will be the first person dead.
To watch him rot and die will be as delightful as eating Swensen's Banana split for me.

XOXO,
6:02:00 PM

Sadist
I got this in my Inbox today..

"When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take

it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on

someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten

to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying, "Hello."

I politely said, "This is Andrew. Could I please speak with Robin

Carter?"

Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that

anyone could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed

the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I

decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an ass hole!"

and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'ass hole' next to it, and put it

in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a

really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an ass hole!" It always

cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'ass hole'

calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is

John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're

familiar with the Caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an ass hole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for

the spot.

The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window

..so, I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first ass hole, (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW ass hole, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front"

"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after

five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an ass hole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my

speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two ass holes to call. But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.

So, I came up with an idea. I called Ass hole #1. "Hello."

"You're an ass hole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Ass hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my

black beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start

saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, ass hole."

Then I called Ass hole #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, ass hole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, ass hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right

now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th

Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.

There I saw two ass holes beating the crap out of each other in front of

six squad cars, a police helicopter, and news crew.

NOW, I feel better"

XOXO,
7:04:00 PM