Okay, so.
second post is gonna be a longer one i think. lots on my mind that i would love to tell you guys about! so like a good college student, i'll plug in my thesis first. i've decided a good part of my blog will be an album of "best of: dreams rob's had." also, for the past few days, i've been completely distracted by thoughts of my future, more specifically a very specific path thats on my mind more and more since the last year when i thought of it... after that i think you all are just super fascinated about what i plan to do regarding more tattoos and i may just polish off with some emotions if you are (un)lucky!!

so some dreams i have saved up in my head and have remembered well enough to even name are
-the shucks gun
-powers and loved ones
-killed my mom
-jewels and jaguars
-hunted in mexico
-world of din and mendi

and assorted other tracks. feat. lil' wayne and rihanna.

so the shucks gun. i had this one back in oooh 9th grade or so and will be one of the few i will name names in. in it, my 15 or so year old self is hanging out in my backyard with then good friend adam. mid conversation, the grass shoots up to about eye level and my dad comes out on the deck and yells to me "ROB! CUT THE DAMN GRASS!" at which time i relay to adam "hey, i gotta cut the grass. see ya later." so i'm mowing the lawn, when all of a sudden.
WTF TENTACRUEL THE SIZE OF A HOUSE FALLS FROM THE SKY.
no lie. it was huge. landed in the pond in my back yard and just kinda sat there waggling its tenta's cruelly albeit not seeming to do much beyond that. so there it stayed for an indeterminate amount of dream time before i got so sick of it i decided it had to die! so i try everything at my disposal; rocks, sharp sticks, small arms fire, fire fire, insults, poorly written poety. all to no avail. when suddenly steven fucking segal comes up to me dressed as rambo and mumbles to me about my problem involving the large blue squid bug ruining my life (apparantly) and suggests the 'shucks gun' i'm all asking and shit about the gun when he explains that "its a gun so powerful that when you use it, you can't help but say 'shucks, thats a heck of a gun!'" so he hands me this huge super soaker looking piece of ordinance and when i pull the trigger--
bullets firing lasers and flames shooting missiles and missiles that shoot bullets that shoot flaming lasers fucking fly out and kerblammy! tentacruel blows up! where it and the pond used to be there's now a large, dry crater thats filling with shark carcasses. i guess when you blow up a giant pokemon, dead sea carnivors fly out?

enough of dreams, lets talk about dreams! last year in an anthropology class, we talked a little bit aobut fire fighters. we read a case study in which an anthro grad. became one and we even had a guest speaker talk about her ethnography regarding a fire house... since then the thought of having fire fighting as a fall back, or mabye primary, career goal's been in the back of my mind. lately now moving towards the front of my mind. and today all over it for a good 15 hours. reasons i'd want to do such a thing? i want to help people. more than that, i want to SAVE people but know i'm not smart enough to be a doctor, a career that doesn't have enough adventure anyways. when you get down to it, fire fighting's probably the closest i'd ever get to being a super hero. and lets face it, chick would dig it too and i could be anywhere in the world and do it!


as mentioned earlier, here comes tattoo thoughts! this is where i need some reader participation! since i got my first tat this past august, i've been dying to get another. i will be getting one when i graduate college which is a specific design i've had in mind for some time. but i want one soooooneeerrrrr! spacing i really want would be something that starts on my back shoulder, comes up onto my neck, and ends down on my clavicle or chest. i've thought about a queztalcoatl design, signifying my experience in mexico, something i really wanted, but i just don't know! any ideas from the infratubes!?

thats all for now. no feelings this time. they're dumb and kissing is awesome.

-Rob