"15:15"

It's been 24 hours since I was last online, I think. Maybe if my stupid power wouldn't have gone out for most of the morning, I wouldn't be acting like I was going through some kind of withdrawl. I had a really weird dream last night, that I will now write down so I don't forget it...

I was (goodness it's so hard to concentrate on anything when your sister's bashing a ball against the desk...) at the county fair, and I was dragging around this giant heavy metal frame thing (like the big racks they keep clothes on). I was doing it for a friend, who had made it his mission to drag the thing up and down every aisle at the fair, but somehow I had volunteered to do it for awhile, and everyone kept coming up to me and talking to me about how I had decided to drag it up and down every aisle of the fair, and they didn't know that I wasn't the one that was supposed to be doing it. Eventually I went to see my mom, who was sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of nowhere. She told me something I can't remember, and then I was in a library at Chicago. There were no banisters or anything keeping people from falling off of the balcony on the second floor down to the first (this seems to be a recurring element sometimes), and one of the librarians told me it was because of everyone's "thirst for knowledge" or something bizarre like that. Then I was in this café talking to some girl that I didn't know and I found out that I was one of the top three finalists in the marathon at the fair. So I had to go back to the high school and get some stuff out of my locker. It was my locker from my sophomore year, and it was full of strange notebooks that I knew were mine, but they had bright stickers all over them. I took out this brown paper bag, and then I was at the fair again, in the parking lot about to leave. I got into my car, and one of my co-valedictorians was there with me, and he needed a ride home so I offered to give him one. For some reason, he got in the driver's side of the car... He rolled down his window all the way, put the seat back all the way and reclined it, and then started driving. I turned on the airconditioning and as we were leaving there was this dead cow that had been hit by a car laying by the side of the driveway. There was a big field of them across the street where we were pulling out, and it looked like there were two dead baby cows in the corner, but then they got up and they were big fluffy sheep with black gorilla butts. All of a sudden I was in a field of beans across from the cow pasture and a field of corn with my dad, who was telling me that the people that owned the farm were druggies, and if I looked closely in between the bean plants I could find tiny marajuana plants.

The dream pretty much ended there. It's possible that it was parts of several dreams all mixed together, since it's so fragmented. The strange thing is that usually, there's some sort of connecting thread between all the seperate dreams I have in a night, so it's hard to tell them apart. Me and my weird dreams.

Work wasn't all that bad last night. We started out with about 5 people behind the counter, and they sent three home before 9. I was there until 11:34 (the latest so far) mopping and cleaning. The new system is nuts! I "lost" some cups and bags last night. Which is utterly confusing, since I have no idea where they would have disappeared to because I obsessively check everything I do to make sure all the stuff is run up right and such. I can't wait until September!! Only 59 more days!

Well, I suppose I should just post this now, since it's telling me that I'm going to lose my connection or something now. Maybe I shouldn't take so long to write this stuff.

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Why must people always butt me offline so they can check their mail? It's not like it's going to go away! I haven't checked my mail on one of my screen names for about half a year. It's got 160-some messages... all of them spam (which is mostly why I never check it anymore).

I had to go to the dentist this morning. Luckily we were by my old house and such, so I got spinach pizza. Mmm... of course, the spinach got stuck in my teeth. Evil spinach... I also made a stop at the post office that will happily surprise someone in about a week, hopefully. And, once they get around to reading what I sent, they will be verily confused and such. I was really bored, and the power was out... that's my excuse.

Well, once again I'm being harassed to go out and run. It's such a horrible pain in the butt... it's not that I don't want to run, but there's no one to do it with, and I feel really, really stupid running up and down hills by myself. Then my mom mocks me when I actually get out and do something, which makes me really freaking mad. I feel so out of shape anymore. I want to go join a summer league of something... baseball, tennis, whatever, I don't care. Though, now it's the end of July so I don't suppose there are any more that are just now starting. I actually did work out a bit at the beginning of the summer, until my dad yelled at me for doing my situps and stretches before I go to bed. I don't see what kind of problem that would cause.. it's probably not as effective as it would be if I did it during the day, but I don't have any time then. I hate living here so much. I can't wait to move out. Hopefully my roommate(s) will be a lot more tolerant of me. I am so sick of being made fun of by my own family. It wouldn't be that bad if they'd let up once in awhile, but they have rediculous goals for me and the way they treat me is absolutely frustrating. It makes me want to scream, but then if I do that they'll be all weird to me. Darn them.

More quizzes. Oooo.

Note to Self: Don't read the journals of people you know from school but have never talked to much and that you are at least vaguely afraid of... they will either scare you more, or depress you... or both.

Why do flash sites load so slowly for me??



Ooh boy, I love being superheros that I've never heard of! At least my computer hasn't broken again quite yet. It looks like I'll never get that laptop. I'm not looking forward to a whole year of using the computer labs. That is going to be a major pain, but my mom continues to insist that we won't have enough money. Stupid money. We should all go back to bartering if it means that we won't have to sit in stupid unfufilling and boring jobs for money.


I am 90% British, just like
HRH Prince Charles
Though you'll never be king you certainly know where your castle is.

Take the Brit Quiz at
www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm
Quiz written by Daz daz71

If you don't know what HRH stands for.. umm.. you're stupid. Yeah, it took me a little bit to figure out, too. But it was a long time ago, when I was reading Round Ireland With a Fridge (pretty good book, ya know?). It looks really funny in front of names... Maybe I'll someday be addressed as HRH me! Mwahahaha.

I'd better slow down on these entries, I might get up to six in one day again. At which point people reading this will rise up in one giant angry entity and throttle me.

"My Hair's Chunky, It Doesn't Feel Anything"

Oh dear... why is the computer the center of everything? My sister is straightening her hair... next to the computer. Does this make any sense? Oh well, nothing my family does makes any sense. Which is why I've made Oven Mitt an icon for myself. We used to hate him, but now his backstory is just touching... noseless, adopted, earless, so alone in the world. What a story! Almost sort of like the story my mom, sister and I came up with at Arby's when he first appeared. He was a formerly drug-addicted oven mit, just trying to feed his family when Arby's offered him the job as their spokesmit. He beat out Punk Mitt, and Ditzy Mitt, and all sorts of other mits for the job. Of course, the other explanation was that the advertising department was just sitting around one night, drunk and/or high, and decided "hehe, that hat looks a lot like an oven mit." Thus was Oven Mitt born. Long Live Oven Mitt!

This still doesn't explain "...the one about the roast and the oven."