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My Dream/movie

So I had a curious dream the other night. I found it amusing. Here's what happened. I was in Reno, at church, with my family. And for some reason they were showing a movie instead of doing church. I don't know a whole lot about the the movie. But I do know enough to know that it was made in the late 80's or early 90's. I could tell because the three actors I recognized in the movie haven't done much acting since then. I could also tell that it would've been a badass movie.
The movie starred Nick Nolte from 48 hours, and Gary Busey who played the bad guy in Lethal Weapon. The two of them played hardcore criminal siblings teaming up to jack some fools up. In my dream I was super excited to see the two of them in a movie together because I have always thought that they were the same dude, trying to make extra money by making movies as two different dudes.

The Next scene had this guy, Reginald VelJohnson, who's best known for playing Carl in family matters, but he should be best known for his role as Al in Die Hard. I don't know where he fit into the movie except for the fact that he was for some reason yelling angrily at Barack Obama.
I was disappointed when I woke up and realized that this movie didn't exist. Someone should make it.

Pride

Tonight was a mostly uneventful night. But it was surprisingly eventful considering its uneventfulness. After getting off work I sat down to write a blog about the movie I invented in my dream last night. It was rad! Before I got started I got a phone call from a friend I hadn't talked to in a long time. Congratulations to you.
I hung out with Tim for the first time in quite a while. It resulted in too much Taco Bell, discovering that we both have blogs, watching the news, Mad Libs, and Nightmare on Elm Street 2. It was a good night, although Nightmare on Elm Street 2 isn't good.
At one point in the night we somehow started talking about the random text message I got today that said "I'm proud of you." Tim made the hilarious comment "I haven't done anything I'm proud of in the past 48 hours."
After Tim left I started reading through some of his old blog posts (that sounds creepy to me, but its not). It made me admire him, it made me proud of him. Sometimes I forget to admire my friends, its nice to remember the awesome kind of people they are. Not just awesome like fun to hang out with but awesome like exceptional.
Maybe tomorrow you'll hear about my sweet dream/movie

BrainFreeze

So I was gonna tell the story about the time I got brainfreeze on the freeway and I couldn't see and I thought I was gonna get in an accident because I was blinded by my tears. But I decided against it. Here's my reasoning. Lately that seems to be like my favorite story to tell, which initially seems like a good reason to share it with the world (because I know everyone reads my blog, people can't stop talking about it, its a hit! right?) via my blog. However, I realize that I'm much more funny in person. So I'm gonna keep that one up my sleeve. I'll use it as the hilarious story I use to impress girls on dates. So if you're really interested in hearing about my brainfreeze you'll have to date me...ladies?

Anti-Oregon

Recently I've come to the realization that I miss doing graphic design. Not That I want to do it professionally, I actually think that would suck, but I do enjoy it. So I've been taking whatever opportunities I get to do some design work, I've also been brainstorming ideas. My most recent idea is an anti-Oregon t-shirt campaign (shout out to Mike Brown). To all of my Oregonian friends, don't get too upset. I don't hate Oregon by any means, I just think that they do things weird here, namely driving and driving related activities. I also think more attention needs to be brought to the things that Oregon is bad at. 

So Here's what I've got so far

"I pump my own gas"

"I drive 75"

"I do u-turns"

let me know if you have any other ideas for me of why Oregon's stupid

HOSTAGE

So if you're my friend you might have heard that there was a "hostage situation" at my apartment complex. Thats the way we do it at the manor. It was some pretty crazy stuff. Mike Brown and I were sitting in my apartment doing Mad Libs and watching a live Rush dvd that Matt left on. I heard four loud bangs like someone angrily knocking on a door, and then a couple of seconds later my roommate matt walked in with a weird look on his face. 

"Did you guys hear any fighting or anything like that downstairs?"

"no, what's up?"

"Well there's like 10 cops downstairs about to bust into the apartment." (the one directly below us)

So of course I stepped outside to see what was going on. I looked down over the balcony to see several police officers. One of them yelled at me to go back inside until they had everything resolved, another asked if I had heard any fighting coming from the apartment below us, I answered that I hadn't.

So we went back inside and waited for things to cool off, go out on the patio and peaking out the windows from time to time to try to see what was going on. Someone knocked on our door and upon opening an officer asked to come in. She asked us again if we had heard fighting, and we told her no, not today, but explained that we had heard the couple fight on several occasions before. She thanked us and left. We assumed that the situation was over and after a couple of minutes stepped outside to investigate. We were immediately welcomed by an officer telling us to step back inside and warning us not to go out on the patio again. 

So we waited inside and wondered. A half hour or so passed before we heard a voice on a loud speaker.

"Sir we have reason to believe you are holding your girlfriend hostage, and maybe the children too. We're going to call you on your Cell phone."

Shocked we looked out our windows and balcony to see what was happening. We found the apartment to be surrounded by cops (15-20 of them) hiding in the bushes with guns drawn, assault rifles and such. Again, we heard the loud speaker. 

"You didn't answer your cell phone, its possible that we have the wrong number, if you're not getting our calls I urge you to call 911 and talk to us. We're not leaving. The best thing you can do is talk to us."

We waited inside for probably another 45 minutes. Then started looking around again. We couldn't see any of the cops in the bushes, so curiously and cautiously we stepped outside one more to investigate. The cops were gone and there was no sign of them. We don't know what exactly happened other than that the problem must've been resolved.