No Left Turns...

The past few nights have been eventful none the less, beginning very briefly with a dream from the night before. It started with two friends of mine hovering and they were waiting for me, something from me was supposed to be done and they were talking about me finishing it. Something else was occurring during this brief part as well, but I can't really describe it. Then it switched to a party of mine - it started in my kitchen with my mom, three closest friends and there was food being cooked on the stove. Another friend walked in from the garage door and started dancing and was dressed awkwardly and it was just the oddest thing because I was so surprised. Then it switched to the outside of the house and I eventually got thrown into the pool and I was swimming around like a maniac and what not, mind you I could barely swim and there were just a ton of people in the pool. And at this time I was attending my current high school and an alternative and I had absolutely no idea why. Thus, it was time to show us our grades for the 'alternative.'

Looked like this:
Gym: E
X: D-
X: D-
X: F
X: D-

I don't remember the subjects, I just knew shamefully the only class I was doing well in was gym. So then, I got out of the pool and started flipping my shit at my mother for making me go to that school in the first place. So she told me, "Just concentrate on getting into (place name of college here).

Then I screamed at our neighbors next to her and said, "Don't ever send Nicholas to (enter name of alternative school here). And they said they hadn't planned to, thank the Lord because I was failing miserably. And in the dream it was weird because it felt like I had been attending, but I just never did any work for it. So weird.

So dream from last night was pretty intense. It was brief and I was on a trip to Illinois for a hockey game, I believe I was at the University of Illinois. I was with my cousins and what not and we walked into the rink and took our seats and a group of young kids walked towards the bleachers with green, neon scene kid shirts on.

I saw one person and in my dream it was an old friend of mine, so I was like whatever I hesitated to say hi and she ran. Then I jumped up and began to run to follow her but I didn't know what corner she took to get away from me, clearly she was very fucking rude and did NOT want to say hello to me.

So whatever I ran back to the bleachers and there was the hockey game going on, actually at this point it might have even been a swimming tournament, but whatever not important. There was glass behind the bleachers and I looked out and there was a tram with an ambulance approaching the arena and I was like, "What the faak mees, who got hurt?"

No one even got hurt in the game, some twat fell off the bleachers.

So I went back to find my friend and I saw her, she had changed her clothes into a bright pink sweatshirt and hovering over some homework. So I loudly tapped on the table to scare her and she saw me, finally she was 'ecstatic' yeah right bitch, you were just being fkn' rude. And then we hugged and all like we hadn't seen each other in years. And her face was all weird and she had too much make up on, and I kept thinking to myself I wasn't surprised to see her face looking like that because she's a dunce in the first place.

(I woke up feeling that way too. And I don't give out any real names in my blogs, no identifications of people will be said.)

So life goes on, and I guess I woke up after we had a brief conversation. Last night was eventful none the less after a night after watching a twenty-one minute Taylor Swift making the video and the beginning of Bruno.

Okay, Taylor Swift...Here's what I think. She has absolutely no sense of humor, it's like looking in my fridge ten times in one day knowing my mother hadn't gone shopping or bought shitty food, but I do this over and over again. Taylor Swift just keeps cracking fucking stupid jokes over and over again that don't change or are just getting worse as the time goes on. Honestly, maybe she would win best artist of the year and best song if she kept her mouth shut because she's just obnoxious. Fine, you're trying to appeal to a bunch of teenyboppers and Taylor Lautner, but no one cares about her fox face dry humor.

And if she wins best song I'm going to throw a bitch fit. I will legit pull a Kanye West and I think everyone else with half a fucking break will too in this country because a country singer who sounds like an untalented bimbo on stage does NOT deserve it. If anything, 'Gags' deserves it. Because, 'Gags' is talented, original, artistic and has excellent music.

Oh, and 'Gags' isn't writing about every fucking break up she had in her life to gain some pity party from listeners, 'when you're fifteen someone tells you he loves you!' - Taylor Swift, Fifteen.

Wow Taylor Swift, thanks for summing up every moronic teenagers gullibility! Because if people DO actually believe someone loves them as a fifteen year old and it's not a parent or guardian, then they SHOULD be listening to you Taylor Swift. Because then look, there's something in common!

Oh and my friends and I were watching some intervention. And that's a good friggen show, this one lady would suck on these lollipop drugs and she couldn't take left turns. And people from Connecticut apparently hold more electricity because there is big satellites in Bristol @ ESPN and there's not enough people in Connecticut to absorb that electricity.

....Really?

I just nod.