Well the first days are the hardest days, don’t you worry any more,
’cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It’s the same story the crow told me; it’s the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?


I just finished off a huge and glorious cup of chocolate milk, putting me in a much better mood than I was two hours ago. Goddamn, I declare. Heh heh. I had some totally fucking HORRIBLE dreams last night, consecutively, three of them to be precise. The first one was the strangest. I was in the passanger seat of a car with Greg, and he was talking to me, slightly distracted therefore from his driving. H...hello kookatsu, welcome to my lap...anyway, yeah, so he almost rear ended an ice-cream truck (it was the middle of the night, driving on 23 at that point after the light where you turn right to go to Twin Valley HS, and Sheetz, but it looked like it did before the construction) but I was like "AGHAHGHAGH WATCH OUT GOD DAMMIT!" so he was like screeeeech, stopping short of the truck. So then the truck...stops being there, I don't remember where it went, but that didn't seem odd at the time. Anyway, yeah, so i was like, gee, that could've been a perso...THWAP. And he hits some kid (I swear to God it was Andre Dillon from the Family School, which is really fucking weird) with the car, dead on, cause the kid was walking in the middle of the road. BUT HE KEEPS WALKING. Omg, it was so freaking disturbing. So Greg tries to go around the kid, but the kid won't let him past. Panic rises, getting freakier. So at this point Greg was like FUCK IT, I'm gonna wack him good, but the kid was like, car-proof. I think I woke up then. Yeah, I did. The second dream was equally strange, with a Victorian-era theme, in a big-ass house. Actually, it was Brandon's old friend Andy Rejan's house, which is ALSO really strange. Right. So some curly-haired blond chick wanted to kill somebody or other, and the teenage, current-era housemaid (that was a guy. whatever, okay, it doesn't have to make sense, it was a dream) was...there...so she stabbed him in the hand with a pair of scissors and then cut up and hid the body. I didn't see that part, i just knew it. Also, she went to the family school. I could tell that too, without any obvious proof, because she was panicked about doing something wrong aside from doing something wrong. That's hard to explain, but family school people should get what i mean. It's Family School Consequence feeling. Yeah. Anyway, so then I remember something about finding a leg in a closet...which was peculiar, but the cops found that when they were investigating the house. OH YEAH! The murderer was Casey Barton. Lol, that's so funny. Ha. Weird again. I don't remember the third dream aside from it being about murder. It's too bad there wasn't any explicable reasons for all the dreams. Alright, happier topic. School sucks. UGH. That's all I have to say about that. Vic's back, which rocks. But she, Gabe, and Neil are all freaking LEAVING by the 14th, which is totally dumb. To the maximum. Yar. Oh! Right, so I did end up getting the tattoo I was babbling about in my last entry. Here's the linkage to the actual picture... Laud to the Inkage ... so that was fun. It's not finished...it's missing a leg, obviously, and i have to go back to get the whole-touch-up-fill-in-spots thang soon. I'm eating a scrumpuliciously grandiosely sized sugar cookie right now, and it's positively splendiforously pudge-forming. Well, i'm feeling ansy and I wanna do some painting tonight. I'm owwwwwwwt niggahs.

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