my garage was a guitar show room.

then we walked out onto the balcony, and it was a giant glass room, revolving like the orbiter, but insanely huge, overlooking the crazy bright city lights. when we swooped toward the edge, it looked like we were about to fall off, but then it would swing back around. it was supposed to bring people from one path to another, but the person who owned it was showing it off to us, like a crazy ride.
i felt that my life was becoming surreal.

we were in japan, and everyone was crazy about us, a young girl brought a few bathing suits for morgan to try on. he actually did try them on.
then we were in sweden and we were playing with a cute little rock and roll band who looked like the hives. i was quick to dismiss them, but they won me over. i even flirted with one of the members.

at one point i was convinced there were spiders all over my pillow.

i was thinking about going back to college.

i signed up for some courses that were continuations of the courses i took last time. i procrastinated alot and i wondered if i was even going to go, until i finally decided to stop thinking about it and actually do it. i was super stoked.

until i got to school and realized courses had been going on for a month, and i didn't have a schedule and i was way behind in all of my courses.

even that would have been fine, but when i went up to the cbc room (?) to get my schedule i found out i had all different profs than i had last time, and half the reason i signed up for these courses was to get the same profs. if i had a. reynolds, he would definitely take the time to explain the parts of the courses i missed.
i went up to a course or two, and it was too intimidating.

as i was leaving, a. reynolds pulled up in a sportscar and offered us a ride. it was nice to talk to him, i explained everything that had happened, and he was sympathetic. in addidion to this, he was not really wearing a shirt. he had one wrapped loosely around his shoulders and i could see his arms, which were covered in tattoos! i was very surprised by this, as i would never have guessed he was the type.

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next the band was in a store in a city, with a big vaulted ceiling. i was waiting to make an order, when a tall bum looking guy came in with a stack of papers. he handed me a pamphlet or something and i went to take a copy of the paper he was holding (i thought it was a free one like the coast) but he yanked it back because it was some sort of newspaper you had to pay for.

he left, and we were waiting to order our food, and kind of being jerks in the restaurant, touching things we shouldn't touch and yelling and stuff like that. so of course we get kicked out of the restaurant. albert had a bad attitude about it, couldn't believe we were getting kicked out, but i thought our behaviour was stupid and we deserved it.

as we were leaving i saw the bum looking guy again and i was trying to apologize for trying to take his paper, and he kind of forced me into a big gross smelly hug.

we didn't realize there would be a policeman outside. he called us back just as we were leaving.

albert then went over to the door of the restaurant and started peeing on it. the cop was very calm and sort of crouched down next to the door to show albert that he could see him peeing, and then ian, almost reluctantly, put his foot up on the cop's shoulder and started peeing sort of on the wall next to the cop, but he also sort of peed on the cop's arm.

none of us tried to run away, because we knew we were all definitely going to jail.

i took my nieces to the movies and found out that kanye west was a robot.

one of the best i ever had:

he took a bunch of us to the "public library". it was not a regular library, it wasn't just for books (though there were a few). it was more like a museum, or a park, it was a repository for knowledge on subjects, mostly cultural things. it was laid out like a park, some rooms were big and vaulted, with cubbyholes in the walls, tagged by subject. sometimes, you'd walk through a tunnel into an open air area, with more stuff. it had a room about music, and i found a hank williams section and you could look at all of his cds, articles about him, photos, letters, and important objects.

i couldn't believe i didn't know about this place, as it was about the most fascinating and wonerful place i'd ever been. people dressed up to go there on fancy tours, but you didn't have to dress up. i was sure you could go in there for hours and days and still never see the end of all the stuff.

at the end of our tour, we all sat in a little greenhouse and were served a wonderful meal as someone came and showed us a few cool facts we might have missed. he put tiny little studded pins into his collar, and told us how old they were and where they were from. they cost 20 thousand dollars each.

i decided to take my sister there for her birthday.

on the way home, we took a little fancy carriage thing.

i was chasing / being chased by lord voldemort. it was actually quite scary. i would disappear and reappear and he'd be there waiting for me. i finally ended up killing him, once i was ready. my reward was a couple of lobsters sitting in a basket in the maple leaf all day (editor's note: sick)

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my whole band was in a plane. i wanted to sit near the back. me and like 2 other people were there. the plane crashed, and the nose of the plane scraped across the ground, and just wore away like a pencil. everyone died except me and one or 2 of my friends. most of the band was dead and c. and thomas were dead. i remember sitting next to shane and wondering if he was sad that he couldn't even play in his regular band anymore, because they were dead.

then i was at a movie set. i was trying to make a post on a website that had to do with the movie and tf, about how traumatic the experience was. i started typing but then the director came and shushed me, because they were taping.

later my dad came to pick me up, and i forgot my clothes in this giant mansion, and me and the two girls who owned the mansion had to row across the river to get there. i tried to take a picture of the mansion but my camera didn't have any batteries.

later we were on a boat in the day time, a rather large boat, and we were zooming down the river. the boat was too big to manouvre easily, and my brother in law was going way too fast. we fell into a big hole in the river and had a hard time getting out. then we followed the bouys, and they led us over a waterfall. i was wondering how we were going to get back up the waterfall when we came back, but apparently you put a big log in front of your boat, aim it at this spot on the rocks and swing yourself back up like pole vaulting. piece of cake.