May 29, 2007 19:28
So, I have these weird dreams. They started when the first seizure happened, actually, which made my parents think I went crazy. (But what mom and dad think is really no longer valid. Ever.) I've started to keep a notebook by my bed where I write them down in the morning. (When do I wake up in the morning? Never.) It's strange--they're not just nonsense. They're all related but I can't put them in any sort of order. Well, Dr. Copt recommended that. There's this kid and he's alot like me, but much... pissier. He even looks almost exactly like me. I mean, his hair is different and very light and all, but he's alot like me. He has these cool trippy powers and weird keyblades sword-things? It sounds stupid to say "Keyblades." He's in this big gang, I guess. It's very creepy.
Sometimes I get confused and think I'm him? Yeah, that does sound crazy.
My parents are really worried, but I think it's pretty cool, myself.
Umm. What else? Well, I need a new job. Yes, yes, I know! "Rory, you're lucky to have a job at your age!"or "Rory, back in my day we all had to work like slaves in the sun until our flesh burned black and fell OFF!" I've heard it all before. But seriously, I hate being out in the hot sun and no one buys Sea-Salt Ice Cream. v_v; Of course, job = munny = being able to go to the arcade . . .
What the hell else am I supposed to say? There isn't much more.
I'm in a really, really good mood today and I don't know why. ^_^ That's as good a place as any to end this.
-Rory