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The other day I thought one of my dreams had come true. I had the rush of light-headedness from being overjoyed. My dream? To be abducted by aliens. Was it a dream come true? No. Maybe I should explain. I work at a pizza shop. The other two people working there and I were terribly bored because the night was going SO slow. Then the phone rang. We took an order and made it as soon as we hung up. When we take the orders we also write the phone number and time the customer called... to make sure we get it there on time. As soon as it was done I let the driver know he could go ahead and take it. Then all of a sudden we looked at the ticket and realized it was an hour and 15 minutes old. We thought maybe we just wrote the time wrong since it was so strange... but we checked the caller I.D and the phone number and time was right. Also, the driver said the customer was a little peeved for the pizza being late... although we JUST made it and it would have been 15 minutes early. What was the first thing to come to mind? WE WERE ABDUCTED BY ALIENS! Ever since I watched a show about alien abductions on the discovery channel it has been a dream of mine to be analy probed by the extraterrestrials. Seriously. The show said one of the first signs of an abduction is losing track of large amounts of time. Then about a month later the "victim" will start having nightmares about it. After asking my co-workers about five times if this was some sort of practical joke, and them telling me no, I was convinced. I was so happy I called truextilxdeath to tell him the good news. As I was explaining to him, the manager broke my heart and told me they figured out what had happened. Someone answered the phone before the number could show up and they just copied the number and time from the order we took an hour ago. Also, the customer was stupid and the pizza really wasn't late. I almost started to cry and everyone was making fun of me. I was devastated. End of story.

Today, for the first time, I wished I was older. Just for one day. I want to be older. That would mean the world to me.

When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.

I surprise myself sometimes. I really like when that happens.

The pizza shop that I work at is located across the street from a church. A big church. Not Cathedral big. More like a quasi-Cathedral. The diet coke of Cathedrals. I noticed the other day about two stories up was a handwritten sign taped on the stained glass window. I couldn't make it out from where I was so I walked across the street to read it. On my way to the other side I was secretly hoping it was something blasphemous. It said "No Answer". It had to have been written by someone from inside the church. I think about it all the time now. I can't figure out a meaning that isn't blasphemous.

Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion. For instance, let's say you're an astronaught on the moon and you fear that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you just slam the door behind him and blast off. He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say, "Think again, bat man."

I saw my first bar fight/ concert riot this weekend. It was cool. I was watching my best friend's brother's band (did you follow that?) and a drunken guy tried to knock over his keyboards. Which made the bass player hit the drunkard in the face with his bass. Which made the drunken bastard bleed and fall on the speakers. Another guy, not in the band, decided to grab the drunk guy in a head lock and scream, "CALM DOWN OR I'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING NECK! DON'T FUCKING MOVE OR I'LL BREAK IT!". haha. It was great.

Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out.

I went to the thrift store and found my new favorite shirt. I'm wearing it right now. Probably will wear for the next five-ten days. It's so soft. I'll show pictures next time. I forgot my camera at work.

I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"