plaid dickwad
ljreview -- kids, this is just retarded. what DUMB criteria & even DUMBER reviews. (eg - "Her journal is overall grammatical. However she puts words in that I'm pretty sure aren't words.. like gayer? Is that a word? ... She has good variety. She talks about her life and things that spark her interest. She talks about sexually explicit things." -- ok, moron.) you get points for - exhibitionism. points off for - having an interesting brain. i review this community, and i give it a ZERO.
i had a FUKKKKed up dream tuesday night, involving a mob of kids at school & a fish farm (LITERALLY). we were planting dead fish (fat, long & rubbery salmon & tuna) in the soil and hoeing it. i don't remember if i was having fun or not. at the end, ms. basias, our calc teacher, showed up with an ENORMOUS bass at her feet that she kicked around in frustration. i know there was a moral behind the dream that hit me right before i woke up - but what was it, dammit?
anyway. that was my 1st vivid dream in a long time. for a while last year though, i used to have very clear & lucid dreams every night that i'd remember the next day. my dad told me that dreaming's a good thing & means my mind's active, so i used to climb into bed looking forward to it, like -- what will i dream tonight? i know it's going to be good.
but senior year -- my sleep's consistently turned up empty. & then i suddenly dream about harvesting dead mutant fish. so unsettling...
i had a FUKKKKed up dream tuesday night, involving a mob of kids at school & a fish farm (LITERALLY). we were planting dead fish (fat, long & rubbery salmon & tuna) in the soil and hoeing it. i don't remember if i was having fun or not. at the end, ms. basias, our calc teacher, showed up with an ENORMOUS bass at her feet that she kicked around in frustration. i know there was a moral behind the dream that hit me right before i woke up - but what was it, dammit?
anyway. that was my 1st vivid dream in a long time. for a while last year though, i used to have very clear & lucid dreams every night that i'd remember the next day. my dad told me that dreaming's a good thing & means my mind's active, so i used to climb into bed looking forward to it, like -- what will i dream tonight? i know it's going to be good.
but senior year -- my sleep's consistently turned up empty. & then i suddenly dream about harvesting dead mutant fish. so unsettling...