Why do I always have such weird dreams??
So, last night I had another really freaking weird dream. I dreamt that I, my mom, dad, aunt, and uncle were driving across the country (at like 120 miles an hour.) My dad had written a children's book, and I had a vision of some woman that wanted to kill my dad because his book offended her. We found her house and went in to trash it, but she and her husband and three teenage to mid-twentyish kids came home while we were mid-trash. So we all started fighting to the death. Smashing lamps over people's heads, pushing people down stairs, etc. I had something raised over my head to hit someone, and I look over and see a bunch of my work friends from Outback on the couch. I stopped to say hey and asked them wtf they were doing there, at which point they informed me that they were "just chillin." At some point, the fighting died down, and then my family and I went to Hooter's to grab some lunch.
On a slightly more real note, Nina and I just teamed up over AIM and booked our tickets to see Justin Timberlake in Stuttgart on May 25th (yes, I like Justin Timberlake. I have nothing to hide.) I say slightly more real because I still can't believe that my Nina is working so hard to save money to come visit me. Is that friendship, or what?! The only bad thing about all that is that I'm going to have to wear diapers until then in case I pee my pants out of excitement.
On a slightly more real note, Nina and I just teamed up over AIM and booked our tickets to see Justin Timberlake in Stuttgart on May 25th (yes, I like Justin Timberlake. I have nothing to hide.) I say slightly more real because I still can't believe that my Nina is working so hard to save money to come visit me. Is that friendship, or what?! The only bad thing about all that is that I'm going to have to wear diapers until then in case I pee my pants out of excitement.