I just want to write bad dialogue

This is a scene based on real events from the climbing gym on Friday

Me and Calvin are sitting at the front desk watching Funniest King of the Hill Moments videos after having sprayed 32 rental shoes and also learning to juggle.

This guy walks over from the climbing area and over to the front desk. He's holding a jagged piece of plastic in his right hand. We'll call him Big Guy.

Big Guy: A gift to you. From the Clydesdale department.

He places a chunk of the broken climbing hold on the desk in front of Calvin. Calvin stares at it.

Calvin: Oh that's a climbing hold.

Big Guy: Yeah I put my foot on it and it shattered from the massive amount of force I produced.

Calvin: When you said Clydesdale it made me think that was the chunk of a hoof or something.

Big Guy: Hehe no. It's the foot chip on the volume.

Calvin: Oh yeah I don't even think you need that hold. You can just smear on the volume. Too much need, not enough demand. (this is a real thing Calvin said.)

Calvin (again): Yeah you're actually the second guy to do this. The other guy is in here right now too. He's seven feet tall.

Big Guy: Oh ok, that's why he laughed then. We'll give me an invoice and I'll make it up to you.

Calvin: No that's okay it's--

Andy: FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS

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That didn't really go anywhere but it's a start!

I cleaned my plant corner today

 I went out in the rain and plucked out all the dead leaves on mama spiderplant and through them out by the trees near the street. And then I tried to get rid of whatever makes the plant smell so bad. It's something in the pot. I don't know what it is but it smells BAD. And only sometimes. Kinda like B.O. I was confused for the longest time and then when day I smelled the plant and I was like OH THAT'S IT? I never could figure out what exactly it was though. Anyway stinky plant aside I tidied up the area and felt good about that.

Then I went to coaching and this kid kept yelling, he was excited about what we were doing but he was HOOTIN' and HOLLERIN' and I told him nicely like 5 times and after the sixth time I was like, hey man you really gotta stop yelling. And he ROLLED HIS EYES at me. I stayed really calm the whole time and I was proud of that but I was said, "please don't roll your eyes at me." And then he rolled his eyes again! So I was like, alright you gotta take a seat.

I've talked about this before but at this point I don't take it too personally. What really bums me out is when people make it out of childhood and they clearly have no idea how to act around people. I'm trying to do my part! Andy tried, y'all! I'm out on the side of the highway picking up this trash behavior. Trying to make it nicer and greener for everyone else. I'll call the person out. I'll be the one to say it. That's my professional obligation.

Anyway it was a really good day. 

the ruins

 silly mug

getting back to my 2013-2014 era with these zines

zines!

 some sweet sweet nothings

dreams. I have dreams.

 I had one of my most common reoccurring dreams where I'm running through a building, usually it's like a school building, and I'm going down all sorts of different hallways and staircases and such. Sometimes I'm running from people but I never see the people. Often I'm looking for a bathroom. Other times I'm trying to get somewhere, usually a class that I'm late for. This time I was running around and a thing happened where I wasn't quite lucid dreaming but in my dream thoughts I knew suddenly where I was supposed to go and I went up this long staircase to the top of the building and I turned a corner and I arrived at wherever I was trying to get to and I woke up.

So that was good. That bodes well I'd say. Let's look up what that dream means. 

Well apparently dreaming about running around buildings and houses and hallways and stairs suggest exploring the self. Lately I've gotten back into my routine of doing my little tasks. I make my little drawings. I do my workouts. I play the melodica. All of it pretty self-directed. 

So maybe running around these buildings--I'm always running, represents these parts of myself that I know really well and these are like well-worn paths of the self. That aren't any negative emotions associated with the dreams. Just a sense of urgency. Which makes sense. At the start of the month I wrote out my goals that I wanted to accomplish by October and this is the last full week of the month so it would make sense that I would be thinking about those things.

how to distinguish different types of sadness

 melancholy- a sadness fraught with deep introspection and reflection, often no obvious cause

forlorn- a pitiful sadness with an abandoned and lonely flavoring

woe- A GREAT SORROW OR MISERY! to an exaggerated extent. 

It's fall and I'm not sad but it is the time to start thinking about sadness and all it's brilliant shades and hues. 

WOE! MELANCHOLY! FORLORN! SORROW! DOLEFUL! LUGUBRIOUS! MOURNFUL! DISMAL! 

WRETCHEDNESS! A sadness brought on by the crappiness of a situation.

Very fun.

space booboo

Today I climbed on some rocks outside. I wouldn't say I'm hooked or dying to get back out and do it again but it was fun and a little scary in an exciting way. I like being outside but I also like being inside too. Outside is good because it has little spiders living their spider lives. But inside also has little spiders and they live in the corners of the stairs by my door and we have a symbiotic relationship. I give them protection offered by my stair corners and they send my encouragement psychically in my sleep. thank you tiny friends.