Dreams & Movies

I can't remember my dream from last night, but two nights ago I had multiple dreams in one night, so I figured I'd document them here. I hate forgetting dreams, especially those times when you wake up and you can still feel the dream lingering at the front of your mind. All of your senses are still trapped in the dream, and it's so close. But it seems that as soon as you try to grasp it, it disappears. Because that frustrates and upsets me so much, I want to get this in writing before I slack off and eventually forget it.
First I dreamt that I was at a softball field, and my sister's travel team was playing, except my sister wasn't there. My father wanted me to play softball so bad that he disguised me as my sister and put me out in left field. Me, being the bitch that I am, gave him attitude about it, and refused to cooperate. Whenever a ball was hit to me, I stood there and didn't movie. It felt extremely satisfying, but my dad wanted to smack me. When the game ended, we started arguing, and I really started to think he was going to smack me, but then one of the other coaches came back with pizza and we stopped yelling. The three of us were sitting at a table exactly like the one my grandparents have on their back porch. The legs of the table are made of metal, which is painted white but flaking horribly, and the top is blurry glass. There's a hole in the middle where a green umbrella sticks through, and come to think of it, everything besides the table was green in that dream. The grass was unnaturally green, too bright to be real, and everything else was white, even the sky. My dad and the other coach were too busy shoveling pizza in their mouths to argue with me, and they didn't even offer me any pizza. Not that I would have taken one.
There was no segway between my dreams. All of a sudden I was sitting on a pool deck outside a hotel, and everything surrounding me was blue, purple, or dark red. All of the furniture, the color of the hotel, right down to the railings on the stairs. I don't know where my sister and my father were, but it was just my mother and I staying in our room. The hotel was pretty crappy. We had a decent sized room and bathroom, but everything looked a hundred years old. The bed was sagging to the point where I feared it would collapse if I laid on it. So I didn't, which explains why I was outside on the pool deck at night. My sister's coach was there, not sitting in a lawn chair, but lying on the concrete, one blanket below him and one blanket beneath. Not surprisingly, the blankets were purple and dark red. He looked at me and said, "I'm going to take a champion nap." I looked at him funny and asked what a "champion nap" was. As if I was an idiot or something, he said, "It's when you win a game and you're so proud of yourself, you need to nap. You're a winner, but you're tired. You don't take regular naps. You take champion naps." I didn't know what to say to this, so I kept quiet and watched him sandwich himself in between the two blankets, which appeared hard and unmoving. My mother and my aunt were coming in through the entrance to the pool area, and since I didn't feel much like talking with them, I left. After a minute or so I realized that my mother had the key for our hotel room, so I was wandering around when a small boy stopped in front of me. He was no more than five years old, with caramel brown hair and eyes that looked black but I hoped weren't. He didn't say anything, but he kept looking up at me with his dark eyes and I asked in babying voice, "Are you lost?" The boy smiled in a way that gave me chills, and he laughed, saying, "Far from it. Let's go." I had no idea who he was, but I followed him anyway. He was strangely small, but he spoke as if he was a man. I don't mean his voice was deep like a man's, but his dialect and word choice proved him older and more intelligent than I assumed. I followed this strange boy to his hotel room, except it was more like five rooms. One of the beds was crumpled in the way I thought mine would collapse, but he said it was a fair trade for getting more than one room. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of one room was another boy. He was taller than the first one, but his eyes were bright green and large. He looked up at me, sneered, and asked, "What, is your hotel room only one room?" Now I felt stupid, but I would have felt worse if he caught me lying, so I told him the truth, yes, we only had one room. After that, everything gets a little fuzzy, but I remember going back to the pool deck alone and asking my mom for the key. It was midnight now, but she wouldn't hand it over, and that's where the dream cuts off.
Next thing I know, I was walking through the front doors of my high school. It was the first day back from Christmas break, and I was early. I decided to walk around the bottom floor and find one of my friends before heading upstairs to my locker. The majority of the bottom floor is one large square, except everything was white with certain tiles being red or green. It looked almost like the tiles in my old elementary school. Another weird aspect was that the farther and faster I walked, the more the square seemed to grow and expand, preventing me from ever making it all the way around. The halls got more and more crowded, but I couldn't find a single friend. Somehow I wound up walking next to this girl I've seen maybe five times in my life, never talked to. Her name is Ashley, and I was walking next to her and someone else I can't remember. We passed by Lee (the kid in my algebra and insights class), and Ashley waved to him. He waved back and pointed a finger at me, but he looked different. His shoulders were broad and his neck thicker, almost as if he spent his entire Christmas break in the gym. It was weird, but the hallway was so crowded I didn't have any room to take another look at him. I broke free from Ashley and started walking faster, through mobs of people, until I found my way out of the square. I finally found the commons, and it was then I realized I forgot my locker number and combination. I freaked out, trying to think back, when one of my friends yelled my name from the other side of the commons. She was wearing an aqua green hoodie I've never seen before and carrying her tote bag over her shoulder as she ran towards me. I yelled back that I needed to find my locker and she could come if she wants, but I'm not being late to class.
Finally I woke up.

Now, completely off the topic of dreams, I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button this morning (yes, this morning, my best friend and I went at 11:30 AM because that's when all the cool kids go to the movies). I expected it to be really great but sort of drag on. I was surprised when it didn't. The movie didn't feel long at all, and I absolutely loved it. In most movies, it's a story being told of a certain time in someone's life. It's a part of their life; the key word here being "part." In Benjamin Button, you get to see his entire life unfold. It's quite a powerful movie. I would write more about it, but I'm tired of typing now. Maybe later.

Tired All The Time

That pretty much describes me at the moment. Even though I get a solid amount of sleep during the night, I end up falling asleep in the middle of the day. I think it's because my house is so cold that I sit in front of the mini heater all day and read, which makes me tired. I guess it's not so bad, considering when I'm not on break all I want to do is sleep. I just feel lazy now.
Oh well.
I can't think of anything else to write except that I'm praying my best friend and her mom agree to get together with us today. I miss her.
Oh yeah, and I had some weird dreams last night but I don't feel like writing about that now.
Peace out.

Sibling Rivalry

I never thought I'd admit this out loud, much less to myself, but it's gotten to the point where I can easily say I'm starting to hate my sister. I really am. It's not like we fights twenty four hours a day or something, but maybe I'd rather have it like that. Every family fights. But my sister and I, now, we just don't talk. Not at all. And if we do, we're either asking to borrow clothes or she's telling me to "shut up cos it's none of your damn business anyway." To be blunt, my sister is a bitch. I know I can be a bitch too, but at least when I am it's more of a "I'm going to tell you how it is because you need to hear it, not because you want to" sort of way. My sister is an ignorant bitch. She brings her cell phone EVERYWHERE, which I guess is understandable, and it's not the fact that she brings it everywhere. It's the fact that she's always texting, even when she's over someone else's house or people are over ours. When we had a family party for my grandfather's birthday, my sister locked herself downstairs for half the time, and when she came up, all she did was text. I went out later, and on the way home, I had to pick my sister up from my aunt's house. I thought that was nice, since my aunt is always pushing for us to do stuff with her. She hasn't fully realized that we're no longer five years old, and it sort of breaks my heart, but I can't accomodate my friends and my aunt at the same time. So I was actually proud of my sister that she hung out with my aunt. But then, when I went to pick her up, she was lying the couch, texting, as my aunt chattered away, completely oblivious to the fact that my sister wasn't listening. It took so much will power not to yell at her, or smack her, or both. Honestly, that's fucking rude. I don't care if the person you're talking to doesn't care, or doesn't notice, it's still fucking rude. Not only that, but my sister manipulates everyone. Unlike I ever was, she's loud and outgoing in school, naturally causing people to flock and follow her. She convinces people to do whatever she tells them to, and really that's none of my business, but when you start transferring that to home life, now it's my business. All she does is sit her ass on the couch and text or watch television, yet she's asking for someone to get her cereal or make her a sandwich. What's worse is, my mom accomodates her. Not because my mom feels like she should or wants to, but because Christie won't take no for an answer. She'll ask repeatedly until my mom caves in. One time, I came home and my mom told me to make Christie a sandwhich. I look over, and my sister is sitting on the couch, with the television, the laptop next to her, and her cell phone in one hand. Excuse me? Oh yeah, I'm sure my sister the fucking eleven year old seventh grader, I'm sure she had a horribly stressful day at school. Oh yes, I understand she can't get her ass up to make a sandwhich herself.
HA.
Are you kidding me. I told Christie straight up, get the fuck off the couch and do it yourself. You know how. You just don't want to. Just because you can manipulate your stupid friends, it doesn't mean you can manipulate family. I won't let it happen. I am not your bitch.
It felt so great to say all that to her, you don't even know, and I can't even describe it. Unfortunately, my mom yelled at me and then forced me to make the sandwich.
But I did wait a solid thirty minutes before doing it, just to piss my sister off.
Now, her boyfriend (whose name is Douchepacker, for the record) is over all the time, which wouldn't bother me if he wasn't such an asshole. Really, I want to fucking smack the shit out of this kid. He seemed polite when he first came over and introduced himself to my parents, but as soon as my mom left the room, he nudged his (Douchepacker II) friend, gestured toward my mom's turned back, and whispered something, smirking. I almost blew a fuse. I swear to God. And of course, when him and my sister are downstairs, the door has to be shut. (CAN YOU PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT MY SISTER JUST TURNED TWELVE?!) Then last night, my neighbors came over (one of which was dragged unwillingly because Christie is manipulative, as I said, and made him come to make it seem more casual than just her and her boyfriend). One of them is a year older than me, a junior in high school, and she went downstairs for a second to ask her younger brother something and to say hello to my sister. My sister glared at her and didn't say hello back. Fucking bitch. So then this girl says, "Okay, I'll leave you guys alone now" and Douchepacker sneers and mumbles, "Finally. That would be appreciated."
I don't think you know how badly I wanted to knock his teeth out.
Earlier, before the rest of the neighbors had arrived, it was just Zac (unwillingly dragged neighbor), Christie, and Douchepackers I and II. I was in the room next to theirs because I had to shower and when I finished, got dressed, and opened the door, Douchepacker II coughed and said something that definitely had the words "ball" and "sex" in it. Douchepacker I started laughing and I turned to them and said, "Grow the fuck up." I bet my sister hated me for that, but my mom came down just then, and when she saw how pissed off I looked, she asked what happened. I said, "Nothing, just admiring how frigging mature kids are these days."
Now my mom wants my sister and I to magically get along, miraculously start talking again because when it comes to family parties, I'm the only one she can talk to, and vice versa. Although I have permission to read the whole time, Christie isn't allowed to bring her cell phone after being so rude, and now we're supposed to talk. In the spirit of Christmas, and just the desire the avoid conflict, I can easily be nice to her, slap on a fake smile.
But we'll never get along like we used to.

Almost There

I am only one and a half school days away from being on Christmas vacation. It's so close, it's almost killing me. I'm dreading tomorrow and Tuesday. I don't want to take my spanish test, or my algebra quiz. I don't want to get my biology test back, and I think I'd rather crawl into a hole and die than confront my insights teacher about my project. I just want to put it all behind until the new year. But procrastinating is always my stupid solution, so I guess it is best that I get it over with in the next few days. Still, that doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it.
In other non-important news, I sort of had a fiesta at the library yesterday. I think I'm set for a little bit.
Last night I went over my friends house for a small Christmas party, just me, her, and three other girls. It was alright, we just watched The OC and ate candy, I still felt like the fifth wheel though, because they'd all be crowded on one couch and I'm alone on the other, or they'd pair off and be talking and I'm just sitting there. Those parts were a little depressing. But I guess it wasn't bad. Two of them said they were planning to go to California after high school graduation, one of which is one of my best friends. I don't know how to feel about that. I want to go. And I said I wanted to go too (although I just realized now I think I'm going to London, as my mom promised me).
I just lost my train of thought and I want to finish my book.
So I'm out.

This blog was an epic fail.

SnowSnowSnow!

Unfortunately, it's not snowing right here, right now. BUT it's supposed to snow tomorrow, anywhere from six to twelve inches, but a more reasonable range would be six to nine (as Tyler in his shirt and tie told the whole student body on the morning announcements). I'm praying we have a snow day tomorrow because honestly, I don't want to go, at all, even though I'm not doing much. I guess the real reason is that I don't want to get my biology test back. I mean, I know I failed, but seeing it in red ink makes it even more depressing. I'm pretty positive we'll have an early dismissal at the very least, but that still means I have to get through biology. Guh.
Another topic I need to ramble about: my mother.
Around a month ago, one of my mom's students that she knows fairly well came to her and said, "Costy (I swear that's what they call her), I need a pass to get out of *insert class name here*!" My mom said no, she couldn't give her a pass, and this girl said, "I'll give you my Facebook password for a week, and you can creep on your daughters!" Wow, way to sell me out there, kid. My mom took the deal but after a week, the girl didn't change her password because she trusted my mom to stick to her word and stop using her Facebook account. However, she didn't, and this morning when I found out, I almost blew a fuse. The fact that this student trusted my mother enough to think, "You know, I trust her to stop, she's a teacher, I don't need to change my password" and my mom went against every bullshit honesty policy she ever had, it drove me crazy. We had a (loud) argument this morning and I said what she was doing wasn't right, even if she was just doing it because my younger sister is too naive and wild and needs to be watched over. My mom said, "Do you have something to hide?! If not, why should it frigging matter if I'm looking at your profile?!" No, I don't have anything to hide. And she doesn't have anything to hide on her work email address. But that still doesn't justify anything if I were to hack into her email. The fact that we don't have anything to hide doesn't make it right to invade our privacy. I told her all that, and said that Amanda (the student) should know what she was doing. She said if I sent any message, I would be "in a lot of fucking trouble," but I don't care. I'm not going to let something like this slip because I'm selfish and don't want to be punished, and she thinks that because she's my mother, she's right all the time. So I sent Amanda a message telling her what my mom was doing. Now, my fate is pretty much in this student's hands.
I got into another argument with my mom afterschool and ran upstairs furious and halfway to tears only to find the first issue in a new series of Umbrella Academy comics sitting on my dresser. It's amazing how when you think someone you love has abandoned you, they appear right when you need them. Thanks & tons of love to Gerard Way for that one.
Andddddddddd I came home to find Amber's Christmas card/gift on my counter. It was two mixes, a lovelyyyy card, and a bracelet (which I didn't discover for a while HAHA I'm smart).
I frigging love you, Amber. That made my day. :)

STRESSING

...about my grades.

I can't relax. At all. 

I know we're barely halfway through the second marking period but I'm freaking out. I don't even have a lot of homework at the moment, which makes me feel like I'm slacking, even though I do all the homework I get. I just haven't gotten a lot this week.

Ahhh.

I need Christmas break so badly. And snow. 

Lots of snow. 

Although I did get some shopping done today because my mother made me go with her. At least now I'm not spending the whole winter in t-shirts like I usually do. (I know, I'm really intelligent, I never owned a single sweater or long sleeve before this November.) 

The only thing making this week worthwhile is that Amber's card and CDs are coming in the mail Thursday, hopefully.

That's about it. 

Sigh.

Oh and this is off topic, but I want some responses on this because I don't know if this is a universal sort of thing or if it's just me. Once in a while, like two or three times a month, I experience one of those nights where my body is asleep but my mind is subconsciously awake. Meaning I wake up in the morning and feel like I haven't really slept at all. It comes sort of like those jolts you get in bed when you're half asleep and dream yourself tripping down stairs or walking off a ledge. So last night was one of those subconsciously awake nights. And of course, last night I actually had a lot of time to sleep. Just my luck. Anyway, I couldn't move my body, but I lying on my back with my head facing the left and my left leg jutted out a little bit. I heard my dad wake up in the middle of the night. I have a feeling it was around 2 AM. But he got up, went to the bathroom, peeked in my doorway, and then came in to shut off the pumpkin shaped night light. I wanted to tell him not to, because I hate when he does that, but I couldn't say anything. Then my mom got up later, around 4 AM, and she went downstairs and turned the TV on. I heard the voices but I didn't know what they were saying. Then she went back upstairs and from there I sort of lost it. I actually fell asleep there. At 5:30 she got up again, turned on the shower, and came to get me up.

I was sleeping, but I heard and clearly remember all that. My body was rested when I woke up, but my mind felt drained. I figured it was reasonably common, like those sleep jolts. But all my friends said they don't know what I'm talking about. 

Get Some Sleep, Mr. Durden Sir!

xnoxrewindsx (10:06:09 PM): I won't go to bed until like 1
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:06:54 PM): whadafuuuck
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:07:02 PM): Don't into Tyler Durden now, child.
xnoxrewindsx (10:07:19 PM): way to make sense lol.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:07:32 PM): wait, that didnt make sense
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:07:33 PM): ?
xnoxrewindsx (10:08:36 PM): Don't into Tyler Durden now, child.
xnoxrewindsx (10:08:48 PM): Don't TURN into, perhaps?
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:08:52 PM): OH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:08:53 PM): OH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:08:55 PM): OOPS
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:08:59 PM): I AM TIRED.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:09:04 PM): HAHAH I ALMOST WROTE I AM TYLER.
xnoxrewindsx (10:09:18 PM): HAHAHAHXAH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:09:30 PM): HXAH?
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:09:34 PM): GOOD ONE.
xnoxrewindsx (10:09:36 PM): SHUT UP
xnoxrewindsx (10:09:42 PM): I CHOKED ON MY SPIT
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:09:46 PM): HAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA
xnoxrewindsx (10:10:05 PM): NOT
xnoxrewindsx (10:10:06 PM): FUNNY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:10:32 PM): def. funny
xnoxrewindsx (10:10:45 PM): shutup
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:11:06 PM): psstt
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:11:09 PM): check my profile
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:11:10 PM): HAAH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:11:36 PM): mwaaahha
xnoxrewindsx (10:12:09 PM): YOU KNOW WHAT
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:12:17 PM): WHAAT
xnoxrewindsx (10:12:25 PM): LOOK AT INE
xnoxrewindsx (10:12:27 PM): STILL
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:12:32 PM): INE?
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:12:35 PM): GOOOOD ONEEE
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:13:03 PM): WELL I AM NOT ASHAMED OF YOURS BECAUSE I AM GOING TO HOGWARTS
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:13:17 PM): THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW OF MY GLORIOUS DEPARTURE INTO THE MAGICAL WORLD.
xnoxrewindsx (10:13:28 PM): TO THE SLOW CLASSES
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:13:34 PM): NO
xnoxrewindsx (10:13:43 PM): YES.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:13:53 PM): JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I TURN YOU INTO A BUSHBABY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:14:08 PM): AND BOP YOU AROUND THE ROOM
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:14:18 PM): AND MAKE YOU DANCE THE CHA CHA IN THE CORRIDORS
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:14:21 PM): HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:37 PM): WHAT TE HELL
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:37 PM): THE
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:37 PM): YOU
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:39 PM): ARE
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:41 PM): SO
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:43 PM): GOING
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:43 PM): TO
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:44 PM): THE
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:45 PM): SLOW
xnoxrewindsx (10:14:47 PM): CLASSES!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:14:54 PM): I AM NOT!!!!!!
xnoxrewindsx (10:15:01 PM): ARE TOO!!!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:15:04 PM): WHAT EXACTLY ARE THE SLOW CLASSES?!?!
xnoxrewindsx (10:15:34 PM): NO, YOU'LL BE LEARNING KWIKSPELL WITH FILCH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:15:43 PM): WILLL NOTTT!!!!!!!!!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:16:02 PM): RRRAAWWRRR I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP
xnoxrewindsx (10:16:08 PM): YEAH, SQUIB.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:16:26 PM): WATCH YOURSELF TONIGHT, AMBER. IF YOU WAKE UP AS A BUSHBABY...
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:16:32 PM): IT'S ON.
xnoxrewindsx (10:16:53 PM): WELL OBVIOUSLY.
xnoxrewindsx (10:17:02 PM): I'LL STILL SICK NEVILLE ON YOU
xnoxrewindsx (10:17:13 PM): SWEAR TO GOD/
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:17:21 PM): WELL THEN I'LL TURN HIM INTO A BUSHBABY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:17:27 PM): AND YOU CAN BE BUSHBABY LOVERS
xnoxrewindsx (10:17:33 PM): HEY NOW
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:17:36 PM): OR MAYBE I SHOULD TURN HIM INTO SOMETHING THAT EATS YOU
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:17:50 PM): OKAY OKAY TIME OUT
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:17:53 PM): WHEN YOU SAID HEY NOW
xnoxrewindsx (10:17:57 PM): WELL, THEN I'LL MAKE IT SO ALL YOU EVER SEE IS CEDWARD DYING
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:18:01 PM): I GOT THAT HILARY DUFF SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:18:15 PM): HEY NOW, HEY NOOW, THIS IS WHAT DREEEAAMMSS ARE MADE OF!
xnoxrewindsx (10:18:47 PM): OF CEDWARD DYING?!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:19:01 PM): NOO, YOU SAID HEY NOW
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:19:10 PM): AND MY MIND STARTED PLAYING HILARY DUFF
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:20:03 PM): HEY NOW, HEY NOOWW, THIS IS WHAT DRRREEAAMMSS ARE MADE OF!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:20:15 PM): ...THAT'S ALL THE WORDS I KNOW
xnoxrewindsx (10:20:25 PM): FAIL
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:20:41 PM): STFU IT'S NOT LIKE I WATCH THE LIZZIE MCGUIRE MOVIE ON A DAILY BASIS
xnoxrewindsx (10:21:02 PM): ...OR DO YOU
xnoxrewindsx (10:21:11 PM): YOU LOVE GORDO LIKE YOU LOVE PONYBOY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:21:19 PM): WHAT
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:21:28 PM): DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION MY LOVE FOR PONYBOY
xnoxrewindsx (10:21:41 PM): I BELIEVE I JUST DID.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:21:57 PM): I THINK YOU'RE THE ONE WATCHING IT ON A DAILY BASIS
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:04 PM): COS I DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER GORDO'S NAME
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:09 PM): I JUST GOT IT
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:18 PM): OH, WAIT LIZZIE MCGUIRE
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:22 PM): WE HAVE IT
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:25 PM): ACTUALLY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:28 PM): HAHAHAHAA
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:34 PM): I HAVE DOUG'S FIRST MOVIE
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:38 PM): DID YOU WATCH DOUG?!
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:42 PM): I LIKE DOUG.
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:45 PM): AND ONLY MOVIE
xnoxrewindsx (10:22:48 PM): YEAH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:22:58 PM): I KNOW LIKE WTF THERE WAS NEVER A SECOND
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:23:06 PM): WAY TO BE A LETDOWN, DOUG.
xnoxrewindsx (10:23:32 PM): HEHEHEH SKEETER.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:23:45 PM): HAHAHAA.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:23:47 PM): I WATCHED
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:23:48 PM): ARTHUR
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:23:49 PM): TOO
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:24:12 PM): NOT THE ARTHUR FROM JM.ORG COS THAT MAKES IT SOUND TOTALLY SKETCHY AND CREEPER LIKE
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:24:14 PM): I DONT WATCH HIM
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:24:15 PM): I MEAN
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:24:21 PM): ARTHUR THE AARDVARK
xnoxrewindsx (10:24:35 PM): HAHAHA
xnoxrewindsx (10:24:37 PM): I STILL DO
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:24:42 PM): AT LEAST I THINK HE WAS AN AARDVARK
xnoxrewindsx (10:24:48 PM): YEAH HE WAS
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:25:09 PM): I'VE NEVER EVEN SEEN A LEGITIMATE AARDVARK...
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:25:13 PM): GOOGLE IMAGES!!
xnoxrewindsx (10:25:31 PM): hahahaha
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:25:52 PM): http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/animals/images/800/aardvark.jpg
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:25:53 PM): HAHA
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:26:07 PM): das sexy
xnoxrewindsx (10:26:14 PM): WTF THAT IS SCARY LOOKING
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:26:50 PM): IT LOOKS LIKE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A BUNNY AND AN OVERSIZED RAT HAD A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP
xnoxrewindsx (10:27:03 PM): HAHAHAH
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:27:26 PM): SO IT'S SETTLED, I WILL TURN NEVILLE INTO AN AARDVARK.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:27:41 PM): MWAAHA
xnoxrewindsx (10:27:45 PM): OKAY.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:27:52 PM): NOWWW I AM OFF TO SLEEP!!
xnoxrewindsx (10:28:03 PM): finally
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:08 PM): haaaa I know right!!
xnoxrewindsx (10:28:10 PM): *coughlosercough*
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:16 PM): STFU I LIKE MY SLEEP
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:22 PM): SLEEPING IS LIKE THE BEST PART OF MY DAY
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:27 PM): NOT TO SOUND DEPRESSING
xnoxrewindsx (10:28:37 PM): hahaaha
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:42 PM): aaanyway
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:50 PM): get some sleep, Mr. Durden sir.
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:52 PM):
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:28:55 PM): Niightt!!!!
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:05 PM): Wait, so are you the narrorator?
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:29:16 PM): surree
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:22 PM): okay, deal.
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:24 PM): niiighT!
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:26 PM): y*
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:28 PM): t**
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:29:29 PM): HAHAHAH FAIL
WishWashedAwayx3 (10:29:32 PM): DOUBLE FAIL
xnoxrewindsx (10:29:39 PM): GO TO BED.