more crazy dreamness...
duncan dyed her hair black. and sat in a blue box. and cried.

there was a lot more and i woke up and remembered all of it. and i said to myself i said "kyle--" kyle? thats what i call myself. i said "youd better remember ALL of this cause its so dang cool." but the duncan thing is all i remember.

evan has decided that when i write my autobiography im going to name it "the congregation of tall people and sam."

"so. these two guys walk into a bar. and one of thems irish."
"im irish."
"and the irish guy... wins the joke!"

arent you glad i write such long posts?

okay. so im at morgans but shes at walgreens with brock for batteries cause he wants an excuse to drive. hattie wants me to come to a movie and i want to see hattie like a muhfuh. but im all at the morgans and i dunno if her things gunna be over by then and AMELIAS HERE! woot. we're'a'gunna go thriftin i think. which is jollygoodfun but i have no money. which means i can only afford like half the thrift store. HAH im funny. the end.

"im becoming an angry feminist as we speak." -Justin

thats not exactly what he said, and it was a few days ago, but blogger wasnt letting me post then. he was listening to ani i think.

went back to old template cause the pink was starting to bug me, a bit bright, and the archives were drugged.

morgan, in reference to the dreams ive blogged lately: "i love your dreams, by the way. they are romantic. the orlando bloom one is romance novel on acid. it is hot!"

o BUGGER. so aol was blocking my blog right? so i figured it was just the parental controls gone batty like always, and completely forgot about the angry post where i cussed like four times and the one where i was ungrateful. (have now edited the cussy post and deleted the ungrateful one.) i put in a request to allow it and mom got the request and did the whole Disappointed Thing. yknow, where you dont actually get punished but you feel bloody awful. yknow. but then, im NOT ungrateful anymore cause i thought about it and im fine and dandy, and i told her that, but i doubt she believed me. anyway, its true, but i didnt post it cause its not like i post a follow up to everything i blog, plus its not terribly interesting then is it? no. i wonder what she thought snogging meant before i told her...

on a slightly less disappointing note, hattie and i discovered an online gaelic course and are now teaching ourselves. shes better though... well, faster at least. feasgar math (good evening).

i need to blog this dream before i forget it. it was like a really bad movie...

began in a silveryblue matrixthecar land documentary. a thing that looked nothing like a skateboard but was understood to be one was sliding along the silveryblue matrixthecar pipes. a really lame and boring documentary narrator guy was monotonously explaining how the thing worked. in the dream i knew exactly what every weird little hotdog shaped button did, but ive forgotten. scenechange. we're still in silveryblue matrixthecar land. but now theres orlando bloom, and soon we get the really bad movie. i think i may have been stalking him. but eventually there was conversation, the only bit of which i remember was him saying (in angry legolas voice) "do i make you squirm?" which was understood to mean he thought i only liked him cause hes ridiculously attractive and all. then he walked off, but i, being the romantic interest in this really bad movie, went to find him. eventually i did. he was standing next to a really pretty little girl of probably nine with shoulderlength straight black hair who was his sister. and he seemed to have calmed down a bit. i said "thats a beautiful child" because it was, and he said "this is my sister" and something about how she was russian and german. then there was badmovieconversation blablabla and he said "this is my life. i love it here." conversationmoremorebla and then he said something about how young i was and i said id get older (it was understood that i would be the only one getting any older in this process) and he did the orlandobloomsmile and said "why dont you give me a call sometime between now and then?" and wrote his phone number on a straegically torn piece of paper that just happened to be laying around in silveryblue matrixthecar land, and the area code was 738.

THE END.