Blast

Curse this thing for not saving multiple drafts. I had written up a really long entry last night, and then this morning when I wrote down my dream I accidentally erased it/saved over it. Dratted thing. This table is so uncomfortable to sit at. I keep hitting my knee on the table leg, but it's the most comfortable spot that I can get the internet. Great goodness, what key do I keep hitting that moves to to random places?! This is getting rather frustrating. If I knew what it was, I could try to avoid it... but no, I'll never know, will I?

Ah, 29 more days. 28, almost. It's all going to go fast now. I still haven't found a top to go to the bathing suit bottoms that I like. I think I'll just go buy them and keep searching for a top, because I'd hate for them to disappear. My mom has offered to take me all the way to Pennsylvania, but that's not really necessary, is it?

I think I'll post this and see if I can find my old entry anywhere. Or see if I can find a way to save more than one thing.

Good Morning

I had another of my weird dreams last nigh, what a surprise. I'm not sure what order it went in, so I guess I'll tell it as two separate dreams. In the first, I was outside on this grassy hill, wondering where I was supposed to be, and there was this strange guy dressed in clothes from the 1700s. He had long dark hair and a big, black hat. I got home and someone named Brenda had sent me a giant refrigerator box with a letter written inside, so I had to do the same back for her. After that, I laid down in my bed and thought it would be fun if the ghost haunted me, and I looked outside at the grassy hill and he was there. He walked over and right into me, and commaned that I go over to the house diagonal from me and find out if it was two stories and if it had a view of the lake. I went over there, and it belonged to this hispanic couple named the Millers. They let me in, and had gifts for me (a giant bag of gift bags), and they were a little mad that I hadn't brought any. I managed to steer the conversation towards their view, and they said it was great from the second floor, but to get up there we had to swim through this channel and cut over massive amounts of traffic into another building and go up the stairs. The view looked out onto this strange city and a large hydroelectric dam of some sort. In the other dream, which I'm pretty sure came before the other one, now that I think of it, I was back in my old elementary school. They started me out in a different room that I didnt' know, and had me on a computer playing spider solitaire, but it was broken. The guy watching over me told me that it was a test, and I was going to fail it if I didn't find a way to play it with real cards or fix the computer. I tried tacking some of the cards to the wall, but it didn't work. I walked outside and into this strange janitor's closet where I expected my friend to be shoveling ice, but it was a different guy because I was on a different floor. I finally found the one floor that I was looking for, and talked to the guy, but he couldn't come up with any good advice for me, so I went outside, and I'm pretty sure that's how I ended up on the grassy hill. Perhaps the ghost was the ghost of broken spider solitaire.

Yep, weird dream. You should be used to reading that by now, though. I'm glad I have this here right next to my bed so I can get up and write them down before I forget them. And it gives me an excuse to play with this. Yay! Now I need to go pick up my immunization records and get some iguana food and thank-you notes.

hmm..

Nope, no way to save more than one draft with all the information. But I can save it as a file and put it in later.

I burnt my hand making mini taco pizza, and it hurts so freaking bad. Someone kiss it and make it better?