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So…I was feeling nostalgic and obsessive-compulsive all at once, and decided that this year, I would look back at my old postings and see if anything there is worth re-sharing with everyone. I intend to do this once a month…make up a post with excerpts from my very old entries.

You never know. It might be amusing, since nobody who reads my posts now knew me when I started on Xanga.
And…after I went back through all those old posts, I even think this could be a two-part thing. Woot.

2005:
1/30
Friday we had a substitute teacher and he taught us to kill people with dull pencils. He taught us how to hold it and stab it into someone’s neck… In science, we had a lot of fun Friday because Breanna was trying to steal my giant paperclip again and wear it… but I am the Lord of the paperclip, so it will always return to its master. *wink*

(I was 17 there…and already it sounds like me.)

2006:
1/27
But, more than that I can’t stand the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. It’s like (if you’ve seen the movies) something along the lines of “James & the Giant Peach meets Pirates of the Caribbean”.

(I was really stupid in my freshman year of college. Rime of the Ancient Mariner is definitely not like those movies.)

2007:
1/24
To begin with, I will again explain how the name “Reeser the Shadow” came about. Mostly it came from my involvement with the Five Iron Frenzy chat room that I found through their old website. I had a good deal of fun talking to the other kids and fans that used to frequent the chat.  Some that I remember in particular were Brody, Zooks, Nomes, Kimmah, Sock, and Russcat. I did not have a cool name though, so I had to come up with one. I wasn’t very original though and decided that, since the chat was specifically about Five Iron Frenzy, I would just borrow the name of their vocalist. I added a letter though, so instead of “Reese”, I became “Reeser”. I had just started Spanish classes at the time and I thought my new screen name looked like a verb… but I never could come up with what a Reeser would do, but that’s okay because I really didn’t know what I was doing anyway.

(And the rest is history.)

2008:
1/9
I woke up a few other times last night because I was having some really strange dreams… like that my sister was breaking exhibits at a science museum… or that there were a bunch of safety pins stuck through my lower lip… ugh… *shudder*

1/13
Then, I dreamed that there was this flying, black giant squid that had a huge glowing blue eye… maybe it was part spaceship? And it was going to attack earth along with this army of evil… things… that were all riding skeleton-looking camels. It was pretty messed up.

(Sometimes I wish I were a real artist, so I could show people these things I dream. Maybe not the lip full of pins, but the squidship? Yes.)

1/17
You know, I’m not even really allowed to kill my character in my creative writing class. I guess it doesn’t make for a good plot device in a short story unless you’re “really good” at short stories already.
So… since I can’t kill him, I guess I can just make him sulk. Not sure what the action of the story will be yet, but I assure you—there will be sulking.

1/27
Chris read my story yesterday before the concert and he said that the girl in the story was a tramp. I laughed quite a bit at that. I hope none of my classmates says that in class because I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep from laughing and giving myself away as the author.

(Yeah. Still an idiot.)

1/28
Last night I had this really strange dream that my dad took me to a circus to meet one of my old friends for lunch. Apparently the huge tent was really a restaurant… but there were still a lot of animals. I couldn’t find my friend, so instead I was wandering around through the huge zebras—they were about the size of Clydesdales—and little animals in cages…

I don’t know what prompted me to do it, but I decided in my dream that I was going to spit… and somehow, I ended up sitting up in my bed and spitting. I kind of woke up and tried to stop myself, but I didn’t and I spit out this big gob of drool on my quilt… what an idiot.

I usually don’t actually act out anything in my dreams or talk in my sleep or anything crazy like that so it really surprised me. I just sat there for a bit and thought “wow, I really just did that”.

Idiocy and weird dreams and how I made my internet name.
I really don’t change much.

Cheers.

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