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Zombieland. Only slightly related.

Posted by bretthperkins on February 26, 2010

So, I had this CRAZY dream last night, and since I can actually remember this one, I want to write about it.

It starts with a typical night. I am at my place in Murfreesboro, or I think that it was my place. I can’t really remember… it felt like my place. With a loud and scary bang and scream, I realize that we are all in trouble as we look out the window into utter chaos and turmoil. I flee the confines of my home and see what is going on outside only to find myself alone in a field with only my car. My friends are nowhere in sight and all that surrounds me are zombies. The gross, broken, blood spitting “Resident Evil” or “28 Days Later” type. So… I get in my car and drive. I hit several zombies before getting onto a road, which was surprising clear. You would think that there would be abandoned cars and bodies laying about, but no… just a clean drive through the country. I then, to my left, see a house that is rather old, not scary old just old, and it was fortified. It looked promising, so I drive up and attempt to go it. There is a large wooden gate with barbed wire on the top to prevent climbing, and the entrance, as expected, was chained shut. To get in, though, I had to get out of my car and walk up to this speaker box that looked like it had been stolen from a McDonald’s and adapted to work here. It even had a screen, although my order did not pop up. It just stayed blue. :p I began to yell into the box, and a voice similar to Dane Cook during the Burger King skit spoke through. I convinced them that I was not a zombie and they let me in.

This bunch of people was very interesting. What was strange is that it was all guys (woo?) and all younger than 30 (another woo?). Anywho… we began to hang out, and we all took turns fighting off the zombies that made it through the fence. The dream then entered a weird kind of time-warp-esque thing where I knew that several weeks had passed. The odd thing is that there was still electricity and water. No TV of course, but the Internet worked, although most sites were messing up because no one was tending to bugs and errors. Anywho. Probably due to the movie Zombieland, the climax of the dream was when we all had to band together to defeat Bill Murray. Yeah… i know. Anywho… it took FOREVER to beat him!!! He would not die… again. We finally got him and then the dream was over.

I wish I could remember more details… I know more happened. oh well. :p

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Because I Am Not Doing Anything Else

Posted by bretthperkins on February 24, 2010

I will blog. :)

So, yesterday, in boredom, I decided to peruse my old blog on Myspace…  this is where I wrote everything before I made bretthperkins.com.   Well…  I learned a lot about me.  I learned that I have changed, but I have stayed the same.  Lol.  Ok, that makes no sense, you say…  and I would agree.  But I have to say that the parts of me that have changed needed change, and the parts of me that stayed the same are things that I don’t think need change.

My blogs on MySpace span a time from Winter 2005 to Fall 2008.  It was a good time in my life, but you would not know it to read all of the sad, emotional and angry postings!  It was a time when I was finishing school and meeting great people.  It was a time where Wal-Mart sent me to Kimball, and I began work at Deloitte.  In reading what I chose to write, I realized that this is where I have progressed the most.  I find that I do not dwell on things like I once did.  Yeah, things bother me still… I am alive!  But they are not as debilitating as they once were.  I also now pay attention to much more of the positive in life now than I did then.  Anywho…  I can go on forever, so I will just stop there and say that it is interesting none-the-less, and I am happy with my progress.

I decided that I only wanted to keep a few things from that blog.  A lot of that blog was meaningless rants anyway, so I grabbed up a few blogs about some great events (Cedar Point and some Birthdays) as well as all of my poetry, and ported them into this site.  I am likely going to cancel my mySpace account…  I never use it, and I am on a quest to simplify my life. :)   We’ll see.

In a show of support and solidarity to Eric, I dusted off my glasses.  He has to wear glasses for a week or two while his eyes heal from a complication from wearing contacts too long.  Because of the glasses, he was self-coconscious.  I have not worn my glasses for longer than an hour or two in several years, so this is interesting for me.  Everything looks smaller in my glasses. (Which is a great thing when I look in the mirror! Lol) Anywho, I also miss my peripheral vision.  With glasses, only the 80% of the world directly in front of your eyes gets focused.  The 20% around the rim is still a hot mess!  It is all good, though.  I kinda miss myself in glasses.  I wear them well.  Maybe I will start wearing them more often.  *shrugs* I dunno.

I was beginning to feel really guilty at work.  I literally do nothing… and I don’t like it.  I ask for things to do, and there is nothing, when I am tasked, I do the work well and quick…  then I am back to nothing.  However, I have settled on the fact that as long as I ask and as long as I perform when I am tasked, I am doing just what they want me to be doing.  On a weekly basis, I ask my manager if I am doing what I should be doing and she confirms that I am… so I should be fine.  It is a great lesson in learning how to live life and not plan or stress.  I am just going to keep doing what I do.  When they need me, they will tell me.

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Man In The Mirror (re-post)

Posted by bretthperkins on February 23, 2010

He’s there.  Looking at me.  His eyes say so much more than words could ever express.  The sadness, the despair, yet somehow, behind the fog there is such happiness and light.  I can’t figure him out.  How can he look at me with such guilt and at the same time, with such blame.  He’s angry.  Furious.  But why?  He knows what I go through.  He’s been there the whole time.  He should understand.  He doesn’t.  Yet at the same time, how is it possible for him not to?  I want so much to talk to him.  To ask him how he feels, and how he would do things different, but that’s insane.  I can’t speak to him any more than I can speak to an idea or a dream.  The impulse to speak overpowers me, and I begin.  I yell.  I ask why?  I want an explanation, but he can’t offer one.  How is it that he can’t?  If anyone knows how I feel, HE should.  I continue to yell, to scream, but he just stands there, mocking me.  In frustration, I punch him.  That. . .  was a mistake.  I watched as the shattered pieces of the mirror fell to the ground, and wept as I cradled my broken hand.

Posted on my Myspace blog on May 31, 2007.

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