I wrote this the other night when my cable was out, I think I was on crack when I wrote it...

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 07:04:47 GMT

When little Jenny woke up from her usual 5 o’clock nap, she noticed something a little different from the world around her. Where there was once a living room that she would casually sleep in after a long day of work, there was now an empty white room with only the couch that she went to sleep on within this room. Calling it a room is a stretch within itself. There seemed to be walls, but none were visible that Jenny could see. All she saw was an endless plane of white. The same white in all directions. It was unable to tell if Jenny was more frightened or confused by this circumstance. She soon touched her foot on the ground to only realize that she couldn’t. The white ground was not a ground at all; it was just an empty pit. She lay back on the couch, clutching the very same cushion that she had just let her head rest upon. Where was she and why did she get here, she wondered. She kept on trying to reposition herself on the couch to try and get some comfort. Maybe the solution to her problems was just to go back to sleep. She knew the difference between reality and a dream and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was no dream. Her legs kept squirming along the couch. She was too tall to lie completely across the couch so it was either her head on the armrest or her feet. She tried to reposition herself to the exact same position that she possibly fell asleep in, but how does one person know the exact position that they slept in. Even if she found this position, she even knew that there was no way she could possibly go back to sleep. Too many thoughts, too many scenarios passed through her head. Had she died? Was this purgatory? She tried to remember everything she learned from church when she was a child, but that was over 10 years ago. Jenny tried to rationalize it. What would possibly make someone become trapped? Maybe she was being tested. Maybe this was supposed to test her intellect, her instincts, against the rest of the world. Maybe this was made to show who was extra-ordinary. Her fear started to slip away as excitement swarmed over her. Plans and ideas started to rush through her head, how could she escape something that seemed inescapable? She leaned over once again to touch the ground, but this time with her hand. As her fingers touched the back, they started to be pushed back similar to a magnet being repelled. To many people this would just make them even more infuriated, but this only helped Jenny’s curiosity. Her feet would go through while her hands were pushed back. She started to think of many different ideas regarding this finding. Even though some of them were farfetched, none seemed too farfetched for Jenny. If her hands were push backed and her feet just went through, then what would happen if she tried another body part? The easiest part that she could think of using while staying on the couch had to be her own head. She tucked her knees on the couch and clenched the left armchair as hard as she could with her right hand. She bent down closer and closer to the floor with her head. Where her hands were repelled, her head was passing. As her head went closer and closer to the ground that the couch was sitting upon, it seemed as though her head would go through just as it had done with her feet. But as she crept her head lower and lower, she stopped. Her head didn’t hit any ground, but she saw something that caught her eye underneath the couch. It seemed to be shining in the light that was streaming from all angles, but still left the space under the couch dark. She pulled herself up wondering what it could be. She leaned down once more to look for what this mysterious object was. As her head dropped to the same level it was before, the soundless room started booming with laughter. Jenny jumped back onto the couch. The laughter seemed to be coming from one person and from one direction. To Jenny’s surprise, she could not tell which direction it was coming from. The harder Jenny tried to listen to the laughter, the louder it became. It soon got to the point where Jenny’s ears were feeling soar due to the immense laughter coming from this single source. The laughter, which sounded as if it was somebody laughing directly at Jenny’s situation, was starting to make Jenny’s ears burn. She couldn’t take it. She wanted to listen closer, but she would rather not know who the laughter was coming from than let it continue for another second. “Stop!” yelled Jenny with a ferocious desperation within her voice. The laughter stopped so abruptly that the silence started to bring even more pain to Jenny’s ears. The curiosity that had once surrounded this puzzle ceased to exist and desperation to leave this place that Jenny now thought of as hell had started to come out in full force. She picked up one of the cushions that she was holding against her ears from the laughter and through it with as much force as she could. Oddly enough, the pillow sailed through the air and seemed to hit something that shouldn’t be there. She saw the pillow hit the ground with her clock that was smashed from the pillow. A quick blink was all that it took to transform the white room into her apartment’s living room. Was that real that she just witnessed? She didn’t know and no one would even blame her. She stood and held her head from he head rush that came from the quick rise. She checked her smash clock to see that it said 5:00pm. Obviously the dream was longer than a minute. She shook her head and decided to throw the entire incident behind her. She decided to forget it as though it was something that never happened. She stood her and knew that she had to do some shopping, something she forgot to do before her afternoon nap. As she stepped towards the door she looked back at her couch, thinking that she left something behind. She knew she forgot something, but could not grasp what it was. As she stepped out her apartment at 5:01pm, Jenny looked from her couch helplessly as her sanity just stepped out of the door.

First day on livejournal...I'll try to ease the online world into my life

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 06:06:14 GMT

Well, after much reluctance, I was talked into making a livejournal because of some stupid person. I guess it really isn't that bad. Maybe it is better to ambiguously describe my life to possibly people that I have never met than to instead keep everything that sucks about my life bottled up inside until I want to punch a wall. And believe me, punching walls hurt. Well I guess I will start out with where I am now in life. Oddly enough I am at a crossroads where very few of my friends have reached so far (yes, assuming does make me an ass). I have come to the point where I have a week and a half, 12 days to be precise, of time left in Ossining and I finally feel as though I need to be getting my ass around and speaking to as many friends as it is possible. I leave before everyone and at one time I boasted about it, I now realize how much that really sucks. But then I think of how much fun I am going to be having in Arizona and it makes me both excited and upset. How have I had some of the best days (really one) of my summer and it makes me more depressed. Well, I think I will stop crying my heart out before I sound too emo and end my first livejournal entry on a positive note...

Goddammit, I would end it on a positive note if I could think of one.

Have a wonderful summer,
Mickey

The Story of A Nice Guy Trying to Finish First

I wrote this the other night when my cable was out, I think I was on crack when I wrote it...

First day on livejournal...I'll try to ease the online world into my life