for some reason I hate when you log into melo, it takes you to your page.
It irks me for some reason.

Haven't really updated in a while, but ...ohgod I think I just heard my roommate poop.
it was all squirty.
Like when hand soap pumps run out of soap.

ANYWAY.

I saw a shooting star the other night.
I made a wish.
It's not going to happen.
Because wishes are never granted.

Unless of course, you punch the wish into reality.

I will be that man that does this.

Wish meet pain. Pain is the name of thy fist.

But I'm off this whole weekend.
Feels good, man.

I'm getting worried over stupid things.
And feel like I need to be there more than I am to my friends.
I could always do much more.
Always.
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I've been real irritable lately.
There's these groups of guys that come into the cafe.
They're a bunch of annoying pricks.
And I just did not want to have it.
For the first time since who knows when, I was actually giving them very obvious hateful looks.
I never do that, but I didn't fucking care. I wanted a fight, and I was looking at them.
Three against one. I would have gotten my ass handed to me, but I would have given them a thorough thrashing.
As a side note: my hands are really sore. and bruised. I never noticed this until the other day.
They've not been fully healed for three months.
I don't think they'll ever heal, to be quite honest.

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I still don't really sleep. I abruptly pass out and abruptly wake up.
It's like time traveling, but without the cool shit.
And when I have to open cafe, I try to sleep some or just pull an all-nighter.
So, I can either stay up or sleep a little.
Not really sure which one I'll go for.
I usually lean towards sleeping a little.
Because I sure do like not being delusional at work;
"Morning!"
"Morning! what can I get for you today?"
"I would like a blueberry muffin and a medium of your dark roast"
"Would that be all.....SATAN?!"
"....excuse me?"
"I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR RUSE, EVIL INCARNATE!"
"...I would just like some coffee..."
"YEAH?! AND I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU PUMMELED BY MY FISTS, OH DARK ONE!!"
*lunges at nice elderly lady*
"OH LORD!"

Then I lose my job because of sleep deprivation.

and that would suck.
big time.

So, last night/early morning was ...eventful. haha.

I get home from hanging with the dudes(blas, nick, cecil, cory, ed, and sheila) and such.
Cory and I bought some forties, so by the time I went back to my apartment, I was a bit drunk.
So, I get home and hang out with Blas who was over but didn't stay to drink at ed's apartment.
So, him and I are just shooting the shit, looking at funny interweb pictures and what not.
When out of the right corner of my eye I catch a shadow moving across my wall.
I keep staring at it and go "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
I tell blas to look and see if it's not just me being drunk.
That I'm not the only one seeing this shadow slowly creeping across the wall...
AND IT WASNT. HE WAS SEEING IT TOO. FUCK.
We both follow the shadow all the way to the wall behind us where it disappeared with the shadow the corner made.
Blas goes, "....the fuck is that shit."
I'm just in awe at what I just saw.
Then blas goes back on the laptop and I am too, but also kind of staring at the wall. Just in case it happens again, you know?
Sure enough,the shadow comes back and out of the wall behind us on the same side of the wall that I first saw it.
This time blas and I get up and move near it.
I get my camera because, hell, I want to capture this shit, right?
I want proof of this apparition and I am going to get it.
It starts to creepy crawl along the wall again, when blas decides to hit it.
As a precaution or something.
I really don't know why you would punch a shadow.
Anyway...
So, he hits the shadow...
IT FUCKING STOPS MOVING. MELO. THE SHADOW STOPPED MOVING.
"ohshitohshitohshitohshit." is running through my head.
"We're about to get face-fucked by a ghost."
We start making plans to stay in the living room for the rest of the night.
Fuck that, I'm not sleeping in the same room as Casper: The douchebag ghost.
While all this is being discussed, the shadow starts slowly moving again.
And since hitting the shadow was SUCH A GREAT IDEA AND WORKED OUT SO WELL THE FIRST TIME WE DECIDED TO TAKE A JAB AT IT, I make the AWESOME(read: stupid) decision to hit it myself.
Mind you, I'm already freaking out, so I probably shouldn't have hit it.
But I did...
And well... IT STARTS GOING THE OTHER DIRECTION.
So this, reasonably, sends our "We're going to shit ourselves" factor to "We just done shit ourselves, oh yeah. and we're VOMITING TOO".
We start making our way out, but wait!
I still want to take a picture of this ghastly thing.
I pull out my camera on my phone.
Get ready to take the picture.
Then, something occurs to me;
"...wait..."
"ohhhh..."
"Aw. shi-SHIT".
I look up at the ceiling where the light is.
...Fucking LADYBUG was crawling on the rim of the light cover making the shadow on the wall this whole time.
Ladybug = 1
Me = 0