Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Wellity, wellity, wellity…
It’s Wednesday! YaHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Tonight I am going to see Freddy Vs. Jason!!! It’s like my favorite day of the year or something. I heard the movie is super good and I can’t wait to sit there and watch two of the classic monster men of my time battle the fuck out of each other. I don’t know yet if there is a winner in this match of doom, but personally, if there is, I want it to be Freddy. That fucker gave me nightmares for years. I was obsessed with him.
I remember one dream in particular.
I was waiting for the school bus at night with some friends. The bus pulled up, we all got on board and started driving to school. We hadn’t gotten a mile from my house when Freddy appeared outside the bus windows and was like “I’ll KEEL you”. Of course we all screamed and then everything goes a bit fuzzy. But I do remember that somehow Freddy fell inside of the bus engine and was turned into green puree. We all cheered and then got boners.
Or something. It was a long time ago.
We also came up with a game that we would play all the time. My brother and I would have friends over and we would play “Freddy”. Yeah, original name, I know. The details of the game were this: Everyone had to go into one room and pretend that they were sleeping. You would have to fake go to sleep so that you would wake up in the dreamworld….duh! When you woke up, you had to search through the pitch-black house for the kid who was playing Freddy Kruegar. We would all stick together and detail search the rooms, convinced that somehow the child playing Freddy would be able to hide in places that were just not possible for a little kid. But Freddy had POWERS, so you never know. It is the dreamworld after all. He could easily turn himself into the family dog and when you went to pet him…WHAM…all of your fingers get sliced off. (Children and their imaginations. SIKE. Adults and their imaginations.)
Once Freddy jumped out of his hiding spot, it was up to all of us to run as fast as we could back to the room that we started in and jump back into our designated sleeping positions so that we could wake up…alive. When you woke up, you would notice who was killed and who wasn’t by how many people were left in the room. The missing people obviously became helpers of Freddy until everyone was slashed and brutally murdered. It was just about the most fun game we created when we were little.
My brother and I were never actually allowed to watch the Nightmare on Elm Street movies when we were younger. My parents deemed them too horrifying for our fragile little minds. So we would wait until my parents went to bed and sneak down to watch them. I specifically remember sleeping on the very outermost edge of my bed, SO terrified that Freddy was going to stick his knife-wielding hand up through my mattress and into my gut. I slept that way for a year I think. Sometimes I still wonder if he’s coming for me.
Needless to say, the day can’t go fast enough. I want me some Freddy Vs. Jason and I want it now.
Ahmad and I are back in touch as of this morning. I called him during the blackout and he wrote me an email this morning. We have been exchanging notes back and forth all day. He is fully dating someone new…this guy Leo, whom I have mentioned before. When I asked Ahmad to describe Leo to me this morning, this is what he wrote:
Leo is around your height, but looks nothing like you. He has blond hair and big blue eyes. Things are not serious, we are just dating. I have only known him for about a month so we will see. He is a little pit bull since he wrestled in school. It is weird, because you call me Mahd, and he calls me Mahdy Mahd. I cant escape this nickname.
Perfectly acceptable description right?
This is what I wrote back about Leo:
Mahdy Mahd, eh? SNORE. sike. I will stick with the plain old "Mahd". He's a little pit bull? I don't picture that as being your type, but what do I know? You look way past the physical anything and go for the personality, so I am sure that he is a sweetheart of a guy. Good luck with him my man. I hope Freddy Krueger slashes his ugly face.
Ok, so I didn’t say anything about “his ugly face”, but I tried to be as open minded about it as I could. It was me who brought him up, so I couldn’t justifiably be too much of a dick about it. Either way…a wrestler?? I am kind of jealous. Cuz I want to date a wrestler. And I want Ahmad to like me still.
Yes, I realize that this is completely selfish. But this is my journal and I want him to like me.
Sorry, I just spanked myself for acting like such a spoiled child.
“Baby Joe can do no wrong.” --That was what all of my girls in school used to say about me. I have a big mouth and I do some fucked up things sometimes…yet “Baby Joe can do no wrong”.
In any case…I will try to be as mature and responsible with Ahmad’s feelings as I can.
Yeah right.
I live for me man.
Don’t we all live for me?
It’s Wednesday! YaHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Tonight I am going to see Freddy Vs. Jason!!! It’s like my favorite day of the year or something. I heard the movie is super good and I can’t wait to sit there and watch two of the classic monster men of my time battle the fuck out of each other. I don’t know yet if there is a winner in this match of doom, but personally, if there is, I want it to be Freddy. That fucker gave me nightmares for years. I was obsessed with him.
I remember one dream in particular.
I was waiting for the school bus at night with some friends. The bus pulled up, we all got on board and started driving to school. We hadn’t gotten a mile from my house when Freddy appeared outside the bus windows and was like “I’ll KEEL you”. Of course we all screamed and then everything goes a bit fuzzy. But I do remember that somehow Freddy fell inside of the bus engine and was turned into green puree. We all cheered and then got boners.
Or something. It was a long time ago.
We also came up with a game that we would play all the time. My brother and I would have friends over and we would play “Freddy”. Yeah, original name, I know. The details of the game were this: Everyone had to go into one room and pretend that they were sleeping. You would have to fake go to sleep so that you would wake up in the dreamworld….duh! When you woke up, you had to search through the pitch-black house for the kid who was playing Freddy Kruegar. We would all stick together and detail search the rooms, convinced that somehow the child playing Freddy would be able to hide in places that were just not possible for a little kid. But Freddy had POWERS, so you never know. It is the dreamworld after all. He could easily turn himself into the family dog and when you went to pet him…WHAM…all of your fingers get sliced off. (Children and their imaginations. SIKE. Adults and their imaginations.)
Once Freddy jumped out of his hiding spot, it was up to all of us to run as fast as we could back to the room that we started in and jump back into our designated sleeping positions so that we could wake up…alive. When you woke up, you would notice who was killed and who wasn’t by how many people were left in the room. The missing people obviously became helpers of Freddy until everyone was slashed and brutally murdered. It was just about the most fun game we created when we were little.
My brother and I were never actually allowed to watch the Nightmare on Elm Street movies when we were younger. My parents deemed them too horrifying for our fragile little minds. So we would wait until my parents went to bed and sneak down to watch them. I specifically remember sleeping on the very outermost edge of my bed, SO terrified that Freddy was going to stick his knife-wielding hand up through my mattress and into my gut. I slept that way for a year I think. Sometimes I still wonder if he’s coming for me.
Needless to say, the day can’t go fast enough. I want me some Freddy Vs. Jason and I want it now.
Ahmad and I are back in touch as of this morning. I called him during the blackout and he wrote me an email this morning. We have been exchanging notes back and forth all day. He is fully dating someone new…this guy Leo, whom I have mentioned before. When I asked Ahmad to describe Leo to me this morning, this is what he wrote:
Leo is around your height, but looks nothing like you. He has blond hair and big blue eyes. Things are not serious, we are just dating. I have only known him for about a month so we will see. He is a little pit bull since he wrestled in school. It is weird, because you call me Mahd, and he calls me Mahdy Mahd. I cant escape this nickname.
Perfectly acceptable description right?
This is what I wrote back about Leo:
Mahdy Mahd, eh? SNORE. sike. I will stick with the plain old "Mahd". He's a little pit bull? I don't picture that as being your type, but what do I know? You look way past the physical anything and go for the personality, so I am sure that he is a sweetheart of a guy. Good luck with him my man. I hope Freddy Krueger slashes his ugly face.
Ok, so I didn’t say anything about “his ugly face”, but I tried to be as open minded about it as I could. It was me who brought him up, so I couldn’t justifiably be too much of a dick about it. Either way…a wrestler?? I am kind of jealous. Cuz I want to date a wrestler. And I want Ahmad to like me still.
Yes, I realize that this is completely selfish. But this is my journal and I want him to like me.
Sorry, I just spanked myself for acting like such a spoiled child.
“Baby Joe can do no wrong.” --That was what all of my girls in school used to say about me. I have a big mouth and I do some fucked up things sometimes…yet “Baby Joe can do no wrong”.
In any case…I will try to be as mature and responsible with Ahmad’s feelings as I can.
Yeah right.
I live for me man.
Don’t we all live for me?
