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I think I need to stop drinking. I was drunk last night and didn't end up feeling very well. At least I sobered up quickly after I stopped drinking. Other than that I had a swell time last night. I haven't accomplished a thing today, however. The closest I've gotten is cutting up and freezing the strawberries that were about to go bad in my fridge. Other that that I've been a complete layabout.My sister will be out of town for the next 5 weeks. I'm a touch distressed by this as my sister will usually drive me somewhere if I need to go. Now, I'm pretty much stranded at my room. Perhaps I could get somethings done while I'm in this forced exile from the rest of the world but I seriously doubt it seeing as I've been feeling quite lazy. I had dream a few nights ago that I was traveling to a castle. The castle turned out to be my old junior high. There, I encountered a bunch of my old classmates. Some of them were from the catholic school I attended from 3-6th grade and others were from the public junior high I went to afterwards. A girl named Lauren Yankow (from the catholic school), who I remember as having a nasty personality and bad teeth, accused me of trying to obtain private information about her on the web and sell it. I denied this saying that I had neither the means nor the desire to do anything like that. At this point another classmate of mine, this one from the public school, jumped in. It was Melissa Frederich. She and I were part of the same network of people and some of our social circles overlapped but we always hated each other. Melissa was a mean, ugly, somewhat illiterate girl with a fondness for pot and giving blowjobs (and if I'm not mistaken started doing both in the sixth or seventh grade). In my dream, she told me because of what I had done, she was going to kick the shit out of me. I ended up losing a tooth in the end but Melissa was in far worse shape. What I wouldn't have given to have done that when she tried to turn some of the common friends we had against me. She was jealous because I was far smarter, more interesting and more attractive than she could ever be. The fast that some of the friends she had known from childhood began to want to hang out with me more than her boiled her evil blood. So, she called me slut (even though the bitch had seen more dick than a urinal) and concocted lies about me. Anyways, i could go on for pages about the dumb cunt, but I won't because she's not that interesting. It was, however, intensly satisfying to give her the beating she so richly deserved, even if it was only a dream. I recall having a similiar dream about a history teacher whom I had a particular distaste for.He constantly gave me a hard time and I was eventually kicked out of his class for calling him an asshole (well, not just that. He kicked me out because he didn't like me and I didn't take any of the shit he gave me, but formally i was kicked out for calling him an asshole). He was one of those big, dumb, coaches who, somehow, ended up teaching an actual class. I figure he was given the job because he went down on someone important, but that's just my theory. What is it with those guys? They're always disgustly macho and hideously conservative. I had one in 7th grade who would hand a us a worksheet or turn on a video almost every class period so he could sit at his desk and read his Rush Limbuagh book. If he wasn't doing that he was spewing about how white, middle-class, males were oppressed in this country (those were his EXACT words, I kid you not). I'm going to stop now before I have a stroke from thinking about that. Ta ta!