WesleyCharles!

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Weezer's "Island In The Sun" reminds me of playing The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening at Royaneh like eight years ago. I like that. It seems fitting, that song and that game. It's a good memory.

Other good memories have been made over the last few days. Coffee, D&D, Santa Cruz, Up!, and today who knows. I am really very happy.

Well, awesome.

Like, really freaking awesome.


Also, SAND EVERYWHERE

The callouses on the tips of my fingers are returning. I've lost noticeable weight. My Halo skills are improving. I'm reading again. I have what resembles a social life. I am creative as ever through D&D. I've learned that my instincts are to be trusted. I'm starting to learn from my mistakes.

This is the Summer of Change, and I've started with the man in the mirror.

haha.

Started playing bass more frequently again, because it is awesome. In all seriousness, I decided not to let what had been referred to as a major talent of mine go to waste any longer. My poor bass had been cooped up in her case for too long, and it was time to let her out and let her rock. Well, as best as I could. And probably not the best time either, being as sick as I am. So, lest I be the target of Emy's scoldings a second night in a row, I bid you goodnight, Dear Internet. Here's to the tomorrows of tomorrow. And such.


EDIT: While on the subject of life-improvement and stuff, I just discovered that I am at that stage where you fit into pants you haven't fit into in years. This is awesome.

Sometimes it's important to feel a little silly.

I had a post planned out in my head at work, but now I've forgotten it.


Blast.

EDIT: I HAS REMEMBEREDED [EDIT EDIT: ONLY MOST OF IT]

It seems like we've come to an age where many of our peers are getting married, etc. I was thinking, and I've realized that it is certainly a sign that I'm not ready for that kinda thing when one of my top reasons for getting married at this point would be so I could quote Wash in that one Firefly episode: "Mmm... wife soup." That's pretty ridiculous. There's other reasons too, like changing our last name to "Awesome" so we could be Mr and Mrs Awesome. With our children Totally and Frikken, of course.

Chris: Do I notice anything in the room?
Me: Make a Perception check.
Chris: *rolls* ...20.
Me: You perceive the fuck out of that room.

4th edition isn't ruining D&D. Penny Arcade is ruining D&D.

Yesterday was awesome. Today is not bad. That's okay, cause two awesome days in a row? You don't want to see the third day.



EDIT: Today was not good. Funny how that works.



Dear Universe,
Please make tomorrow (Wednesday) mediocre and the day after (Thursday) absolutely stupendous. Friday can be alright, same with Saturday (shorter the better. Family get togethers, you understand), but Sunday should be good too. I know you like my life to even out in the end, so I was hoping we could make a deal as to which days are which, as long as they're balanced. Thank you much.

With love,
Wesley (C. Decker)

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Not my lover
Not my lover
Not my lover
Not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

It appears I've dropped down to the smallest size the holes in my belt will allow.


This is awesome. Putting a hole in now to go even smaller.

HAI GUYS NEW ICON

What a weird fucking weekend.

Today was a weird day.

"How am I going to work a basilisk, a dryad, an umber hulk, 3 orcs, a kobold, a young gold dragon, a rust monster and a gelatinous cube into a campaign?"

LATER:

"PLAYERS! THE KINGS' MENAGERIE HAS BROKEN LOOSE!"


It's a good thing I don't have money to waste on miniatures. Stupid WotC.



Also, I think I need to start reading 8-Bit Theatre again.



Also also, who wants to play D&D with me and Christopher and other awesome people this summer? Let's make it happen.

So I'm back in Livermore at my parents' house, right? And that house just happens to be the scout camp south of Livermore, about 20 miles down Mines Rd in the hills or so. Out in the boonies. Evidently the Mexican mafia (just take a minute to let the ridiculousness of that statement sit in, it'll contrast well with reality later) is back in the area. Their deal is they take some dude (or lady, I have a feeling they're equal-opportunity employers), drive them out down Mines Rd, hike them up into the hills to one of their many pot farms, and make the dude (or lady) work the farms in some bizarre twist on commercial agriculture. Seems last week some dude (this time it was a dude) didn't want to play ball, as it were, and the Mexicans shot the dude in the leg, left the dude there in the boonies, and he had to crawl back down to the road, at about the 15.75 mile marker. The driveway to the camp (also known as my HOUSE) is at about 14.92. Also my mom, brother, dad, larger dog, sister, basically my whole family are gone. My mom tells me to be on the look out for "mexicans in camouflage".

Bring it on, hombres.





No seriously this is kinda scary.

Someone told me long ago theres a calm before the storm,
I know; its been comin for some time.
When its over, so they say, itll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.
til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it cant stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day?

Yeah

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day?

I need some stalkers that aren't sixteen-year-old girls.