Oh also I had a really really terrifying dream the other night. A bunch of kids from my school, including my siblings and I, were apparently a part of a Hunger Games-like contest. I don’t know how we got there— kidnapped, maybe? But this contest was different in many ways, too.
For one thing, we were all trapped on a humongous cruise ship.
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Little frustrated that I can’t remember my dream from last night but all I know is that at one point I was riding on a train/tram/shuttle thing with my mom and I think we might have been at Disney and we were going to a water park or something but then my dad called and told us that he was waiting for us at a whole different place so just as we were about to get off the train/tram/shuttle thing we had to go sit back down again and go back to the place where we had just come from
and oh then when we got there for real i dropped a deck of playing cards that i was holding in my hands for some reason and i had to pick them all up and in the process i dropped my phone too and almost didn’t have time to grab it before we stepped off
… not that interesting, as dreams go
They act so put out,
as if they are the ones
whose lives are being ruined
every time I relapse.
They lead me into the room,
the beginning of the end,
hopefully just for real this time.
I have explained it all before
but apparently I was never in a condition to be listened to.
I am not my own.
also YOOOOOO GOING TO MISS SCHOOL TOMORROW TO GO SEE JERSEY BOYS ON BROADWAY!
THANK JESUS FOR LATIN CLUB FIELD TRIPS
(QUESTION: WHAT THE FLYING FUCK DOES SEEING JERSEY BOYS HAVE TO DO WITH LATIN?
ANSWER: AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOTHING
I LOVE BEING THE PRESIDENT OF THIS CLUB)