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Last night's epic dream:

My dream started out with Ash and myself walking around what was apparently Hemlington - but it certainly didn't look like it. It looked very similar to that of Ambleside town. We wandered around for a while, then went back to Ash's bungalow.
When we returned, Ash says to me: "Didn't you notice that shop at the end of the avenue? You'd proper like it."
I responded: "No, I didn't see any shop..."
Ash says: "Oh, it was a wheelchair shop."
I say: "Well why would I like that?"
Ash replies: "Because they had a sign up outside saying they were closing down and all stock was reduced..." -she puts up three fingers - "To THREE QUID!"
I proper had a spazzy fit and shouted: "OMG, LET'S GO BACK THEN!"
Ash goes: "No way, you're not getting one. Why would you want one? To trick people into thinking you're crippled?"
I say: "No! For artistic things, films, photos - the like."
Ash says: "Well you could borrow mine for that."
I scream at her: "NOOOO!!! I WANT A FOLDING ONE!!!"
I ended up having a proper tantrum fit, and this resulted in both of Ash's parents and a shitload of randomers all shouting at me.

Following this, I was sat on the floor in their living room - everyone and these randomers were all sat around on the sofas watching films and talking PROPER loud. I was playing on a GBA with headphones in so I didn't have to listen to them.
Then we all ended up going out to some random church hall where everyone was sat around on wooden tables, listening to this random bible-bashing woman having a proper orgasmic rant about the power of Jesus and Christianity. Whenever anybody yawned or somehow looked distracted, she'd run up to their table and yell things at them about them going to hell and they'd be eternally damned.

I started daydreaming and gazing out of the window.
This woman runs up to my table and shouts: "WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?! YOU SHOULD BE READING YOUR BIBLE!!"
I shake my head at her and calmly respond: "It's because of over-enthusiastic, Jesus-fucking bible-bashers that people can't decide their own path in life anymore. Stop wasting your time trying to convert atheists. We'll all go to hell with you and sodomise you with pitchforks."

Then this woman proper bursts into tears and runs out crying and everyone in the hall proper started cheering.
Ash looks at me proper shocked and says: "How the hell do you get people to agree with you?! I can proper never do it!"

Following this, nobody seemed to move from the tables, but instead everyone took out GBAs and started playing this random game where you had to swim underwater as a shark and collect sunken pirate ships.
I beat everybody at it on the first round, but the scores for the second round weren't revealed and that we had to wait until tomorrow to get them.

I woke up laid on the floor of a bus - next to the bus driver, a random gadge sat on a seat beside me and a pile of my shoes next to me.
The gadge said I could only save two pairs, so I put a pair of black Converse on and picked up a pair that were identical to the new pair I got the other week. The black, white and red patterned ones.
I asked him when the bus was going to stop, and the driver responded that it wasn't going to.

So the random gadge and I started ramming our shoulders against the bus doors until they burst open. Then we both leapt out and did like an epic-slow-motion dive out across the road and we landed on a patch of grass infront of Ash's house.
(Which is odd, because there isn't grass infront of Ash's house, it's paved.)

Ash comes out and she starts whinging on at me.
I yell at her: "OMG YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE MY EPIC DIVE OUT OF THE BUS! YOU FUCKING CUNT, I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN FOR YOU!!!"
Then she shakes her head and says that I scored 125 points in the pirate ship GBA game and the gadge behind me scored 180.

I proper fell to my knees and started screaming - before I woke up, wondering what the bloody hell that dream was about. :)

So I owe someone a blog post.  Frankly, I'm horrifically overdue.  I'm just terrible at upkeeping these things and I doubt that it'll ever change.  Oh well, might as well do the dirty deed and slap what I got going on up here, so here goes:

Life has taken a very drastic and pleasent turn.  It involves a very dear love of my life, her two kids, and the fact we all live together finally.  That's a big point.  Drea (a letter short of 'dream' and an anagram for 'dear') is finally permanently in my life.  Very good thing.  We're finally the unstoppable team we always knew we could be if we ever got out shit together.  Well guess what, suckahs!  We DID!

Now she's doing the writer thing, gonna be published and all, and I'm doing the paycheck thing.  I work for a website company called Cobalt.  They make website for car dealerships.  Doing very well for themselves, provide their employees with great benefits, have a very open and fun attitude, and quite frankly I'd be content with sticking with them for a good long time.  Especially since they seem keen on the idea of telephony - working remotely.  Since my job entails me making changes to websites and the like and not (see NOT) talking to customers, I could do this from ANYWHERE with a net connection.

Which leads me to my next persuit.  I have not given up on diving.  It's just on hold while I establish my life a little more solidly.  The company I technically work for, Seattle Dive, hasn't called me since February, not even about their website, which is "under construction" until they get me four stinking pictures so I can finish it.  As such, I haven't done any real dive work since September.  This makes me very sad.  I really enjoy commercial diving.  I love being under the water, I love doing manual labor, and I love making things... and destroying them.

My current goal is to stay at Cobalt full time and work remotely when I'm on a dive job, which I'm hoping to get at least two to three weeks every other month.  That would be a good start.  Then I hope to go back to school.  I've really determined that if I'm going to get anywhere I need that stupid piece of paper.  The current endeavor: a masters in hydrological engineering.  I'm pretty sure it exists.  Not terribly interested in hydraulics, but researching and designing new and improved tools for commercial diving.  I have a couple of fantastic ideas that, I feel, will revolutionize the industry... but I don't know how to execute it.  For obvious reasons I shall not share those ideas online.

So there we are.  Life is good, things are going smoothly, and all is well.  Nothing has exploded yet and we're doing okay.  Hopefully I'll work a little harder on keeping this up to date, especially since I have a live-in nag to make sure it gets done.  Cheers all.

As my weekend comes to a close, I feel like I'm preparing to dive once again into a deep lake that I must travel underwater to the next weekend re-surfacing place.  Hope I get a big enough breath!  Strange feeling ...

Bob was driving down Main Street in Fortuna.  He has car trouble so he hitches a ride up to King Salmon and walks over to a restaurant,  Gil's by the Bay.  They play some hot music. Me meets a sweet Lady.  Her boy friend comes in and a fight ensues. Bob knocked him out with him with a left hook.  Bob gets the girl at the end.   It is a fish story.

I watched wayyyy too much Cartoon Network today with the kids I was babysitting. Gahh.

Umm... I got a new dive today! It's called a back 1 1/2 half on 3-meter. I don't think anyone will know what that is unless they dive. But, I thought I'd let you know anyway. Lol.

Let's see... so, I've made close to $300 so far this summer babysitting. How exciting!

KBye.