Weird

This came to me last night, or this morning. Whatever you want to call it. Anyway. A computer, a phone, myself, and some friends. Someone in danger, a button is pressed. Trickery is what lies behind those screams. Those calls of deceit. A wealthy man will a million of books. A man with charm. An irresisttable desire. A list of names. One being my neighbor and I, having knowledge about the the list... or not having, pressed the same button. My name was on the list. That's when I woke up. I went straight downstairs and it was 8 AM. My parents were still home. I went back to bed. Late nights cause me to have weird and "um, okay..." dreams.

I washed a millions of plates and silverware, and a bowl. I had cereal. This happened just about an hour and a half ago. It was while it was raining. I'm reallllyyy tired. The Adventures Of Mark Twain is absolutely brilliant. I love stuff that other people consider creepy. Yet I find the more little things creepy. Like my dreams. Strange. And you will not believe it. I like the Jonas Brothers. They're actually pretty alright. I downloaded their first album. I actually liked the Jonas Brothers BEFORE their goy famous. Back in like 2006 or whatever, when Phil of the Future used to be on. They've seriously have come a long, LOOOONG way. And they're looks have completely changed. Kind of sad to see, ya know?

Oh and I'm getting sick. I just have something in my throat that will never go away.