that sounds pretty good

This past weekend was wicked awesome...except not very wicked...at least not in the evil sense. I got to hang out with Cherise, at least during the times that she wasn't working. Cherise is a good one. I like to hang out with her.
I also decided that I'm going to own and operate two businesses when I move to Walla Walla. One of them will be a chimney cleaning business since I already have chimney cleaning skills. Other than a truck to carry supplies, the initial cost of supplies won't be too hefty (as far as starting businesses go) and I can probably get some sweet deals from the Pietila's. The second business was an idea G-Hem had. It's sort of funny...well at least Whipple thought so when he laughed long and hard at me when I told him (jerk!). It's to own a bento cart that I set up on the street. I'd only work it for a few hours a day during lunch time. The costs are also fairly minimal with a good chance of quick profit. Right now they're just ideas, but they may become reality. Now the question is, what do I name each business?

weird...ness

Thank you to those who helped me interpret my dream, especially Michael. That's the kind of interpretation I was looking for. It just makes sense.
I'm going to the Walla's this weekend. I'm super excited.
I've seen some weird people over the years throughout the city of Portland. I had concluded that the Hawthorne area was center of Portland's weirdness because of the people that I've come in contact with there (ie. the clown who played a cat like a fiddle, the man who plays a trumpet in a white tux and a Mickey Mouse hat, the guy who claimed to have trolls inside the shoe box he carried, that creepy clown in the creepy car, etc.) However, I have found the most unlikely of street corners that has recently caused some competition. Perhaps it was just a fluke, but on consecutive days I saw weirdness on 33rd and Broadway. First I saw a guy in an oversized Uncle Sam costume. He seemed to have some purpose for being there, but I don't know what it was. The next day, I see a small bus in the Shell station parking lot and out of the bus come several Indian's in full Indian gear. Then, they start doing some crazy "Indian tribal dance" in the gas station parking lot. It was amazing.

i'm not so sure about this Valentine

Please be sure to read and comment on my previous entry about the dreams.
I just received a Care Bears valentine at work. It has a picture of "Sunshine Bear" or whatever the crap his name is. Above him is a riddle and it's answer.
The riddle: What do you give a squirrel on Valentines Day?
The answer: FORGET-ME-NUTS

prophetic dream? I doubt it.

Last night I had one of those dreams that seemed to go on longer than the amount of time that I was asleep. I only remember fragments of it. I know that a major section of it seemed like a sci-fi movie that I was star of. The part that I remember most clearly however, was totally weird. It basically consisted of Pastor Richard causing a diversion in a super market by riding a razor scooter through the aisles.
I'd like everyone who reads this to give me an interpretation of this dream to see if there is any significance to it.

a show...and stuff

My band is playing a show on Feb. 26 at Davie Jones Locker (possibly the new building). It's supposed to draw a pretty big crowd. I'm excited. We just learned a new song on Monday so we'll be playing that for the first time too.

a tease

I spent the weekend in the Walla's with some of my favoritest people ever. As fun as it was, it was almost equally as bad when I had to leave. Maybe I should move there. Yes, I think I shall.