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I thought the main computer's internet was just being slow because Dad's downloading so much porn on BitComet, but no, the laptop's internet is being slow too. Ai.
Short update. Seems I only get to update once in the morning now, before I start my schoolwork. -sigh- Anyway. I had a really cool dream last night, but for some reason dreams that seem so cool when I wake up just seem slightly weird when I try to explain them to people. Aze might remember me trying to explain the one with the little Chinese kids and the hangglider type thing we rode down the mountain. Yeah, really cool to dream about. Very weird out loud.
I think last night's dream might have been deemed cool in Cris' book if it wasn't for the bucket. It was awesome because it involved being transported to other worlds, stories... whatever you can imagine. There were angry mermaids and red moons to trap you in the underworld. But the method of transport? A bucket. -_-; Yes. A wooden bucket with water and ice chunks in it (that wasn't, remarkably, cold; it was rather warm, actually) that you stand in.
At least leaving was cool. The first world we had to jump off a cliff and disappear in midair. I dreamed I actually did it. It was like a roller coaster mixed with what I imagine flying to be like. Freaking cool.
Okay, so I've got a lot of stuff to do today. I called Dad and he let me out of teaching Cris today. There's no way I'm going to finish all three things I need to do for Lit today, and I won't have time tomorrow and Saturday because Aze's coming over. But I can at least get a decent chunk done, eh? -sigh- I am so not looking forward to this. Blah. I hate writing essays.
Short update. Seems I only get to update once in the morning now, before I start my schoolwork. -sigh- Anyway. I had a really cool dream last night, but for some reason dreams that seem so cool when I wake up just seem slightly weird when I try to explain them to people. Aze might remember me trying to explain the one with the little Chinese kids and the hangglider type thing we rode down the mountain. Yeah, really cool to dream about. Very weird out loud.
I think last night's dream might have been deemed cool in Cris' book if it wasn't for the bucket. It was awesome because it involved being transported to other worlds, stories... whatever you can imagine. There were angry mermaids and red moons to trap you in the underworld. But the method of transport? A bucket. -_-; Yes. A wooden bucket with water and ice chunks in it (that wasn't, remarkably, cold; it was rather warm, actually) that you stand in.
At least leaving was cool. The first world we had to jump off a cliff and disappear in midair. I dreamed I actually did it. It was like a roller coaster mixed with what I imagine flying to be like. Freaking cool.
Okay, so I've got a lot of stuff to do today. I called Dad and he let me out of teaching Cris today. There's no way I'm going to finish all three things I need to do for Lit today, and I won't have time tomorrow and Saturday because Aze's coming over. But I can at least get a decent chunk done, eh? -sigh- I am so not looking forward to this. Blah. I hate writing essays.