the turn of the screw

i fell asleep this afternoon. dream. again.

it was based in my house back home in W-town, and something was off. whatever metal objects i touched were magnetized strongly, and they would either contort/bend or just rapidly latch onto another piece of metal.

paper clips flew across the desk. the metal thing that holds guest checks from restaurants bend until it was flat. then this screw that i picked up was pulling my hand towards something, but i was trying to put it in a place where it wouldn't lodge into my brain or other parts of my body. i finally found a place in the bookshelf, and let the screw screw itself into one of my parents' chinese textbooks. it turned until it could turn no further, but as i turned to run away the book came flying out of the shelf, hovering in the air, and i woke up. no dying in this dream.

i do not enjoy things of that sort, eelporNo. those things come to me, unfortunately. although my black roommate recommended that i read "God is Not Great."

my brother shows his support. "just become a lawyer." i prefer not to lash out on facebook for all the public eye to see. he might be coming to LA to work. i might have to stay away. what an asshole.

OOPS. i forgot my mom's AMERICAN birthday. such a bad kid, not able to remember her birthday on BOTH solar/lunar calendars. how selfish- having two birthdays in a year. psh.

asexuals have every right to judge people on attractiveness. it's like being the neutral observer on aesthetics. ew married couples. keep them away from me.

i get along with my black roommate better than the others, except he likes Hedwig and the Angry Inch. just like drab, ugh. he pronounces it "hedvig" though.

i'm trying out this candy: Mamba fruit chews. I've never seen them before. hopefully they don't taste just like Starbursts or Now&Later's.