UPDATE!~

So, I started college, had sex for the first time, lost Beau as my husband, and have semi-fallen out of contact with Anemone. :(

JESUS, my world died. SO, new blog now. :) http://vladmyrrm.wordpress.com/

Check it ouuuut.!~

Another Premonition....

Hmmm, This one. Was. Way. Too. Cool.

I had a tremor-ish thing at work today, and my head shot me into the future.

I saw me, sitting behind a counter, washing a blue mug. I look older, but still handsome as ever (haha). I've got an apron on, and it says, "The V" on it. I'm assuming that is the name of Beau's and my Future Cafe/ Club. Anywho, this place is packed with teenagers and businessmen. An angry child storms into the cafe (gotta be 16 or 17). He's got my eyes, straight dark brown hair, and he's a burnt sienna color. He's my son, it's obvious.

He sits at the bar, angry. I smile warmly, and say, "Rough day, sweety?" He responds, "Yeah. Very." I hand him his "usual" and he drinks it down, and smiles.

Then I was shaken awake by my boss. But anywho... What does this premonition mean?

I miss him.

I miss him. I miss his laugh, and I miss his smile.

I miss him sooo much.

Anemone, you know. ou know what I mean, don't you?

Fuck Limewire.

No, I'm serious. STOP USING LIMEWIRE!

It gave me the "Blue screen of Death." For absolutely no reason, except I downloaded a song from the 80's.

Seriously, I care about you. So STOP USING IT.

Here's a virus free, FREE alternative, that I love. http://aresgalaxy.sourceforge.net/

a Premonition?

Alrighty, so. I was lying on my bed, when all of a sudden, I get this full body shiver, and everything blacks out, and I have a dream in this dream: I'm about 10 years older, in a nice house in the suburbs. I'm driving a mini-van, and picking up 3 kids from soccer. 2 of them are white, and one was black. The white ones were twins, with blue eyes and light brown hair with red streaks in the front. They looked like miniature Beau's. The black one, looked like me. but rounder and cuter. And they were all calling me Daddy.

Is this the future for me? I actually kinda hope it is. Because I want 3 sons in the future. Artificial Insemination is the way it will probably go down. Unless... Unless we find the perfect children to adopt... Which prolly won't be likely...

I am a fan of adoption, yeah, but I'm starting to see a trend in what happens when people get adopted... the child turns into a "wild child." Often, they have issues with lying, stealing, and other stuff... So, I'd rather the baby be ours.

God... what if this happens? I really hope.. that I'm ready for it. And I hope Beau is too... Since I told him this premonition, we've been discussing it. I think in 15 years, we'd be ready for it... but...

Goddamn, this is really a scary premonition. But it's sweet too.

Stress Load: lightened a bit.

Alright, so. Fuck G-Unit. He's out of the picture now.

I'm going with Belair. :3 Yay! As my friend... my really cute ex-boyfiend. lol

But now, there is another issue: my WISE project.

For those who don't know what that is... that is an independent study, in which you are teaching yourself how to do something. Mine is on "How to write a book." Unfortunately, I think I have to stop.

The Wise Project focuses on the journey, which is documented in a journal. Yeah, a journal. and guess what happened to mine?

Well, I wish I knew what happened to mine. It's vanished into thin air, and I'm too fucking pissed off at my project to continue doing it. I'm gonna just argue out of it. Honestly, I can figure out how to write a book, WITHOUT getting graded on it.

Thats a stress load I REALLY need to get rid of.
God willing I can handle that on Monday.

Wish me luck!
~Vladmyr

UGH.... fricking Prom

Alright, everybody needs a little bit of drama now and again.

Okay, I have 2 options for prom dates, at the moment: G-Unit, from the previous REAL post, and Belair. Lemme give you some background story on Belair.

I have known him for about a year, and this is exactly how it went down. He and I met on the bus down to Pride day. We hit it off perfectly as friends, until that night, at roughly 10:13 pm, at a dance, we were dancing.... and we kissed. It was my first kiss... it was also rather deadly. From his kiss, I contracted infectious mononucleosis. Mono. The kissing disease. Heh, irony. After I told him, right when it got bad for me, he left. He apologized, and ran. But when I got better, he came right back and apologized for leaving. Ever since then, whenever I needed him he's been there. To hold my hand, and help me through my problems. He's been such a great friend, and while we lasted he was a great boyfriend.

Now, for the dilemna with this: Do I go back down this road, and ask Chris to be my date (as a friend) to the prom? I'm a bit worried it'll go how it did last time we met each other... which was in a dark movie theater.... making out while watching Spiderman 3...

No wonder I don't remember that movie, much at all...
Oh, yeah, back to the issue...

What in the hell should I do?