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Ahh, isn't life just fan-freakin-tastic? So, I don't understand dreams, unless they're good. I mean really what's the point of a bad dream. You go to sleep so you can relax and rest a little. To not worry about life for those few hours, and then you have to go and have a horrible dream that just ruins everything. Then, when you get up in the morning, instead of feeling refreshed, or nothing at all, you end up waking up all pissed and wanting to do the whole sleep thing over. Damn these bad dreams, that are just throwing all the crap in life in my face. It's like no, you can't rest for a little, we'll torture you more, so you can never get away from it and will always have it in your head. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alrighty, i just needed to get that out. So, on a lighter note, people amuse me. I'm serious, like I went to that party thing I was talking about, and I didn't know most of the people there. The people who I did know didn't even recognize me, and my parents had to tell then who I was. And most of them were like 'NO WAY, she grew so much, she's so beautiful, and so on and so forth' yes, people obviously have problems...lol. But my wreath thing won second place, wOOt. I mean it's not like it was unexpected, I've won second place for the past 10 years, and the judges are never the same. I think someone might be taping signs to my back. So, any way after that there was the bonfire, and the Polish singing began. I think I only know like one whole song, and parts of all the other ones. The parts that I didn't know, I just mumbled, but apparently I left quite an impression on people. lol, who would have thought mumbling was a good thing.
Fathers day was okay, I got $100, and I'm not even a Father lol. But, it was okay. I saw Batman Begins, and I had a really good steak. My dad was happiest with the aftershave that he got, because he ran out of it like 2 weeks ago. Yeah, sure the tie and shirt were nice, but who really cares about those. Ah, and since we are talking about my dad, two weeks of torture starts tomorrow. In other words it's just me and my dad for two weeks. Hopefully it won't be as bad as i think it's gonna be, i'll just have to wait and see.
Alrighty, i just needed to get that out. So, on a lighter note, people amuse me. I'm serious, like I went to that party thing I was talking about, and I didn't know most of the people there. The people who I did know didn't even recognize me, and my parents had to tell then who I was. And most of them were like 'NO WAY, she grew so much, she's so beautiful, and so on and so forth' yes, people obviously have problems...lol. But my wreath thing won second place, wOOt. I mean it's not like it was unexpected, I've won second place for the past 10 years, and the judges are never the same. I think someone might be taping signs to my back. So, any way after that there was the bonfire, and the Polish singing began. I think I only know like one whole song, and parts of all the other ones. The parts that I didn't know, I just mumbled, but apparently I left quite an impression on people. lol, who would have thought mumbling was a good thing.
Fathers day was okay, I got $100, and I'm not even a Father lol. But, it was okay. I saw Batman Begins, and I had a really good steak. My dad was happiest with the aftershave that he got, because he ran out of it like 2 weeks ago. Yeah, sure the tie and shirt were nice, but who really cares about those. Ah, and since we are talking about my dad, two weeks of torture starts tomorrow. In other words it's just me and my dad for two weeks. Hopefully it won't be as bad as i think it's gonna be, i'll just have to wait and see.