So, last night/early morning was ...eventful. haha.

I get home from hanging with the dudes(blas, nick, cecil, cory, ed, and sheila) and such.
Cory and I bought some forties, so by the time I went back to my apartment, I was a bit drunk.
So, I get home and hang out with Blas who was over but didn't stay to drink at ed's apartment.
So, him and I are just shooting the shit, looking at funny interweb pictures and what not.
When out of the right corner of my eye I catch a shadow moving across my wall.
I keep staring at it and go "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
I tell blas to look and see if it's not just me being drunk.
That I'm not the only one seeing this shadow slowly creeping across the wall...
AND IT WASNT. HE WAS SEEING IT TOO. FUCK.
We both follow the shadow all the way to the wall behind us where it disappeared with the shadow the corner made.
Blas goes, "....the fuck is that shit."
I'm just in awe at what I just saw.
Then blas goes back on the laptop and I am too, but also kind of staring at the wall. Just in case it happens again, you know?
Sure enough,the shadow comes back and out of the wall behind us on the same side of the wall that I first saw it.
This time blas and I get up and move near it.
I get my camera because, hell, I want to capture this shit, right?
I want proof of this apparition and I am going to get it.
It starts to creepy crawl along the wall again, when blas decides to hit it.
As a precaution or something.
I really don't know why you would punch a shadow.
Anyway...
So, he hits the shadow...
IT FUCKING STOPS MOVING. MELO. THE SHADOW STOPPED MOVING.
"ohshitohshitohshitohshit." is running through my head.
"We're about to get face-fucked by a ghost."
We start making plans to stay in the living room for the rest of the night.
Fuck that, I'm not sleeping in the same room as Casper: The douchebag ghost.
While all this is being discussed, the shadow starts slowly moving again.
And since hitting the shadow was SUCH A GREAT IDEA AND WORKED OUT SO WELL THE FIRST TIME WE DECIDED TO TAKE A JAB AT IT, I make the AWESOME(read: stupid) decision to hit it myself.
Mind you, I'm already freaking out, so I probably shouldn't have hit it.
But I did...
And well... IT STARTS GOING THE OTHER DIRECTION.
So this, reasonably, sends our "We're going to shit ourselves" factor to "We just done shit ourselves, oh yeah. and we're VOMITING TOO".
We start making our way out, but wait!
I still want to take a picture of this ghastly thing.
I pull out my camera on my phone.
Get ready to take the picture.
Then, something occurs to me;
"...wait..."
"ohhhh..."
"Aw. shi-SHIT".
I look up at the ceiling where the light is.
...Fucking LADYBUG was crawling on the rim of the light cover making the shadow on the wall this whole time.
Ladybug = 1
Me = 0

Seriously.
I lost my phone for the longest time a couple hours ago, and finally found it.
....right next to my laptop.
Because the screen was so bright I didn't notice my black phone on my black colored mattress.
Derp.

Oh and by the way, I bought myself a new laptop. :D
It's been named "Dong Quixote" thanks to Jonah. haha.
The other suggestion I was given was "Penis".
"Dong Quixote" sounds neater.
Well, until I had to yell out the name of my laptop in front of a customer because my co-worker didn't hear me the first ten times I said it.
"I gave my laptop a name, too."
"Oh yeah? What did you name it?"
"Dong Quixote."
"What?"
Dong Quixote."
"Huh?"
"DONG QUIXOTE!"
"oh."
And then I look to my right and this customer just had this bewildered look.
Besides, and this considering I'll probably be having a lot of moments like the one above because it's name is "Dong Quixote", I don't want to name my laptop 'penis'.
You know how awkward that would be?
"Want to see my new penis?"
"wh-what?"
"I just got it yesterday! It's so awesome and big"
"uh-er-you....wait. a PENIS?"
"...it's my laptops name."
"You're sick."
"Nah, dude. It's funny."
"It's stupid. You're stupid."
Then I get stabbed.
Every scenario I have about anything that deals with awkwardness ends with me getting stabbed in someway.

I think if I ever get into film making, all my movies will end in a stabbing.
Good or bad.
The protagonist, the antagonist, the support characters, the background characters.
Hell, I'll even shoot a scene where a fire hydrant gets stabbed.

I should get some sleep.
I'm off today, but still.
I should sleep at one point.

I know I didn't have lasagna.
But I just burped and it tasted like lasagna.
I had chicken last.
wha-the-fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Z?