Last night I had a pretty disturbing dream. The first part of the dream was that I was driving a 1966 mustang (my dream car), but I was going down a hill, and all of sudden my breaks went out. 
Then later on in the dream I was kidnapped, and the kidnapper had hurt me, so when I was finally safe at home I called some number the kidnapper had and told him to come over. It was suppose to be a number for movers, but it was just a cover up for the kidnappers. Then my dad opened the door and started questioning the guy about what he did to me. And the guy was all nonchalant. And we started hitting him with bats. And then the guy who had done the most damage to me came and we killed him. I felt bad about it, but I couldn't stop doing it, and when I finally stopped the wounds were so bad that he died.
I woked up feeling extremely bad about this, even though it was just a dream.
There was another part in the dream were I was auditioning for a strip club, and the owner told me to lift my shirt up, and these two girls had to inspect my breast, and when I lifted up my shirt my chest looked like scales were on them, and hair.
It was so gross. I was definitely relieved to wake up after that.
So yesterday I kept thinking of what I could do to make money, and I just started thinking about all these dumb comics I could make, and hopefully publish and make money off of them. I dunno.
This girl at my job is soooooooo annoying. She think she's smarter than everyone because she goes to SF State and is trying to become a professor. Yesterday this customer came in and bought some magazines on graphic designs. And I was telling him about this shirt I liked because I thought the graphic design on it. It was the Che Guevara shirt, the one that's red and black.
And he didn't know what it was. And I was like "You know Che Guevara?" And he was like "no." And I was like "Oh, well he was a Cuban revolutionist." And then Leila, the girl who thinks she's so smart goes
"You don't know who Che Guevara is!?!?!" And the guy, our customer was like "No......"
"he was a cuban revolutionist in south america?"
"Nope....."
"He wrote the motorcycle diaries?"
"Nah...."
And then she turned to me and was like "And he hasn't been around for just a year, it's been like 30." It was like bitch I was talking about the shirt! And then she was telling the customer "you should research him, we have books on him too." It was just really annoying, you don't make people feel stupid because they aren't familar with the same people you are.
Then later on we were talking and she goes "I'm a really nice person." Ha! Whatever.
I'm gonna go work on some comics. Since I can't draw all my comics will be stick figures lol.
I hate how I can't write anymore. Even when I was writing crappy poems, I was still writing something. And I can't finish my short stories, plus they all start sounding the same. Maybe comics will be my new release.
Then later on in the dream I was kidnapped, and the kidnapper had hurt me, so when I was finally safe at home I called some number the kidnapper had and told him to come over. It was suppose to be a number for movers, but it was just a cover up for the kidnappers. Then my dad opened the door and started questioning the guy about what he did to me. And the guy was all nonchalant. And we started hitting him with bats. And then the guy who had done the most damage to me came and we killed him. I felt bad about it, but I couldn't stop doing it, and when I finally stopped the wounds were so bad that he died.
I woked up feeling extremely bad about this, even though it was just a dream.
There was another part in the dream were I was auditioning for a strip club, and the owner told me to lift my shirt up, and these two girls had to inspect my breast, and when I lifted up my shirt my chest looked like scales were on them, and hair.
It was so gross. I was definitely relieved to wake up after that.
So yesterday I kept thinking of what I could do to make money, and I just started thinking about all these dumb comics I could make, and hopefully publish and make money off of them. I dunno.
This girl at my job is soooooooo annoying. She think she's smarter than everyone because she goes to SF State and is trying to become a professor. Yesterday this customer came in and bought some magazines on graphic designs. And I was telling him about this shirt I liked because I thought the graphic design on it. It was the Che Guevara shirt, the one that's red and black.
And he didn't know what it was. And I was like "You know Che Guevara?" And he was like "no." And I was like "Oh, well he was a Cuban revolutionist." And then Leila, the girl who thinks she's so smart goes
"You don't know who Che Guevara is!?!?!" And the guy, our customer was like "No......"
"he was a cuban revolutionist in south america?"
"Nope....."
"He wrote the motorcycle diaries?"
"Nah...."
And then she turned to me and was like "And he hasn't been around for just a year, it's been like 30." It was like bitch I was talking about the shirt! And then she was telling the customer "you should research him, we have books on him too." It was just really annoying, you don't make people feel stupid because they aren't familar with the same people you are.
Then later on we were talking and she goes "I'm a really nice person." Ha! Whatever.
I'm gonna go work on some comics. Since I can't draw all my comics will be stick figures lol.
I hate how I can't write anymore. Even when I was writing crappy poems, I was still writing something. And I can't finish my short stories, plus they all start sounding the same. Maybe comics will be my new release.
headlessbill:
Why not make a comic using stick figures. These guys make great animated shorts using stick figures. They were even nominated for an Oscar for one of them. It was called 'Rejected'.
nspark:
I can't stand people like that. I actually encountered one just a few days ago. They are very insecure so they learn a lot about 1 or 2 topics that they try to talk about as much as possible so they seem intelligent and intimidating when they are really childish and ignorant