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.

Recalling dreams!

I can remember my dreams! Last night I dreamt that my friends and I were going to Wal-mart before school, from school. My friend Laura was carrying me through the intersection and it was fun! We got to Wal-mart and then I saw my dad and he saw me just when he was about to get on the school bus. He said, "I was looking for you. Hahaha." Then I followed him on to the bus. He sat in the very back in the middle seat. Then this guy I have a crush on was sitting couple seats away from me. I was so happy.

I think why death occured in my dreams two times this week is because two of my friendships have died.

Why have all my dreams this week have been taking place at school and church. That's awfully strange. I am going to think about my dreams now. Maybe there are signs of something I'm about to encounter. This is so cool!

"No matter how distressing these images are during the dream, they are almost certainly symbolic pictures of ways in which I am growing and changing, ways in which my life energies are being redirected from old attitudes, perceptions, and self-images." -Jeremy Taylor

Too late for goals?

NEVER. I'M STARTING OVERRRR. I need to make a list of goals and priorities for myself. Hopefully I can carry these out. I think I'll start from small to big.

• Learn new words everyday
• Actually study and earn straight As for every class
• Exercise
• Obey my parents
• Make new friends
• Buy pocky sticks and tea
• Stay off the computer
• Be goal oriented
• Eat less meat
• Stop being afraid/believe in myself
• Stop wallowing in self-pity/be content with what I have

I realize that that's a lot but I'll try and I will do these things be the end of this year. No pressure. ;)

Okay so I have a problem. My dreams are starting to freak me out!

Monday- I was at church in the nighttime with my family and there was a guy reading in his green truck and I was suspicious of him. I killed myself to see what he would do except I didn't die. And thend I shot him with a gun and he died.

Tuesday- I went to my high school, Magruder, which was newly renovated. And in the the school library was a piano, my old friend (M.C.) and some of his other friends. And we started talking. It was nice. I got in trouble because there was an iPod that was just sitting on a desk, and I picked it up because it was mine. I started playing piano and I was really, really good!

Wednesday- This one has got to be the most scariest dreams I've had this week. Here it is: I was out with my mom and sister and we were driving near this place with lots of brick buildings. The car stopped and we were all thrown out of the vehical. My mom was in pain so I cried. We crawled over near the pillars of the buildind and there were people walking around as if they were going to miss their train. Suddenly I'm at home with my sister. We have to get out of the house for some reason. And there are these green and blue things in front of the windows int he garage. And my sister says I have to stop moving for them to go away. Then I become tense, trying to keep still, and I have a difficult time breathing because a yellow one of those things is squeezing me. And while I'm sleeping I noticed that I was feeling uncomfortable and I had a hard time breathing. Then my sister took some metal thing and hit the yellow thing on the head and that's when I woke up.

I can't wait to see what happens tonight...