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Times a changin’

Posted in Art, Life Updates with tags , , , , , on January 9, 2010 by Sahkmet

In case you cared.

New semester has started. College begins this Monday with my English Comp and Algebra class. Good grades in my high school here are OEC. Having some dreams of anxiety.

Kilelr tornados destroying our house. Some little sleep and waking up early to shovel snow. Running from Biff because I seem to be Kevin from Home Alone and don’t want a wedgie. Etc. small dreams of terror of the education system. At least they are not involving Pennywise.

Another update: I had broken up with my boyfriend in November last year, so don’t worry. I have learned not to lower my standards and become a despterate virgin. What a douche, but he’s out of my life now.

I have started to type in my old stories from 2004-05 *12-13 years old* onto dA. I shall make a special post with some of them later.

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School at OEC

Posted in Life Updates with tags , , , , , , on September 10, 2009 by Sahkmet

And so it begins…

I am a student of the Orchird Rigde Oakland Community College campus’s Oakland Early College. Therefore with three high school classes 5 days a week and two college classes (World Music Wednesday evening and Italian Thursday evening for four hours) plus orchestra rehearsal Monday nights and Redford Theatre events every other Friday and Saturday, I will be busy. It will be a struggle to upload and write dream journals and do fun things, when the onslaught of homework begins.

I, former homeschooler, wish me luck.

April Fools Virus!

Posted in Life Updates, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , on April 1, 2009 by Sahkmet

I will only be online probably late tomorrow, April Fool’s Day, Wednesday, *tomorrow* . So that I can avoid the virus expected, or not expected, to cause big damage despite my two anti-virus programs. I really, REALLY hope I don’t get it. 😦

April Fools Virus.

Tools to get rid of it.

O_O CLOWNS! A Dream.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 3-22-09.

I await Bella, from Twilight, to run the length of the fence in the English countryside. A crowd gathers at a gravel pit in front of some buildings from a previous dream. I stand, and runa nd watch.

Then Pennywise the Dancing Clown pops up out of the turf.

Don’t see me! Please don’t Oh GOD! I think as I back away. Hopefully he will be distracted by ALL the people running away screaming from the evil clown. I run into the building, frigthened, go through a couple of levels and at the back on the conrecte of the place.

I go back, happy and safe, to a living room down some short wide steps, like a school. And there is Pennywise, socializing with some Confederate Civil War officers.

O_O I squeal and start backing away hoping he didn’t see me and he’s doing other things…but when I go back to the back of the building again and walking on the sides to another entrance, I turn and look behind me and…Pennywise is walking at a fast pace towards me with his evil smile.

I start running…it’s a long ways away! I keep turning my head and he’s still at the same paces away from me! All chuckling and evil and my breath is ragged, I start screamign and whimpering and whining, frightened to wit’s end! I swear I was at this point doing it loudly in my sleep…there were tears in my eyes!

I made it in, flew up the stairs to the previous level. There was a giant, long long hall of rooms and banquests and several dress parties and books. I leaned agianst the railing in the dark of the stairs up there. I felt calm and relaxed. Then I followed my old Girl Scout troop, somehow I was in my orange prom dress, and followed to dinner in the first room.

Then I looked to the stairs and Pennywise was coming. For me.

We were all scremaing and panicking by then! I ran out the room, however it was laboured and I was wearing a dress! I went through more dinners and banquets and DARED NOT TO LOOK BACK. Then I was through the maze of used books by the piles! In fact I felt he was so close as I went through, screaming and gasping I was climbing over the walls…a big wall and then I fell.

I landed on my sides and my leg was broken. I could feel the pain! The humiluation of not being able to run and move while…while…P-Pennyw-wise w-was…standing…r-right there looking d-down at me…

People were watching but couldn’t do a thing. I was kicked and I crawled down the shute into…downdowndown…

I landed on a pile of newspapers and a heatlamp. It was an abandoned half-done office with glass winodws all around. It was a half circle. With nylon strech cubicle walls for to make three rooms and the round part of the blue carpet room I was in was the hallways.  I dragged myself, no crawled to one room with a pond, tiled floor, a fireplace and half finished and styrofoam everywhere. I knew this building, looking outside the window I was under the big complex but the building was big and I was under a big overhanging…lost…abandonded…

I crawled to the other room. It had a toilet and a mass of tall intricate pipes going up to an overhanging with brown dirt in mounds. There were people there, gray haired, old and young…dirty…and holes in burlap up above. I crawled up to the edge, partially hanging on. An old man was talking to me.

“People up above in the greater book store occasionally fall into tunnels and tubs that, through those burlap holes that are rotting, come down here. Pennywise made them and picks us off once and awhile to eat.”

You can bet my face was very very very scared at this point. I crawled down the pipes and down to the floor crawling my way to the half-finished room.

There was paper on the wall with scraggly handwriting and a talking statue that looked alot like my friend Hillary. * O_o* It said…Pennywise would feed me. I could drink from the pond for it was clean and bathe in it. I had a warm fireplace. My sleeping place was the newspapers under the heatlamp. The only way I saw I could amuse myself was playing with the fake plants and Styrofoam. However there was also a black and white thick fashion magazine and I started reading an article about fat ladies capsizing in pools and drowning.

I decided, since I was limber and such, I could escape through the burlap tunnels to freedom, since the old people there did not have enough strength! I also feared I was only here to fatten up for Pennywise like the others up there…and worse. Why was I special?

I crawled up the pipes. I latched, despite hte burdan of my aching leg, to the rim. I asked the old man to help me up.

It was Pennywise that grabbed my arm. With a wicked grin and angry eyes.

The overhang was rising up! He was holding my arm as I dangled high into the air! if I fell I could hurt or even kill myself! I screamed and struggled, pleading with everything I had to please don’t kill me…please don’t…

He was angry I tried to escape. He dropped me.

I clung to the rim before the strength gave out. when I fell I grabbed a pipe halfway, then landed on the hard carpet, pain…weak…watching Pennywise swoop down and drag me by the hands to the window while I was definietely the helpless damsel in distress: however no one was coming to rescue me.

I was flopped and sobbing on the carpet and I felt warm hands on my face and body. He meant not to eat me…but something else as he kneeled by my side with drool from his white and red pasty lips.

Then I woke up.

Seriously dude. SERIOUSLY.

If you don’t know who Pennywise is…