The only way is the naked way

I don't know when I got bitter but love is surely better when it's gone...Marg
I bared all @ 4:37 pm on Thursday, Feb. 05, 2004

Last night I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was pretty weird.

I was going to write about something. Something about love or life or school or me or something like that. But I forgot. It was gonna be good too. Really good.

Too bad I forgot it.

So instead I'll just ramble...skip this if you don't care...

So how was my day in school, you ask? Well, pretty good. Let me tell you about it.

I woke up at about 7:00 from a really weird dream. In it, I thought I was pregnant and I told my mom (why I thought I was pregnant, I have no idea, because I had no recollection of having sex in my dream) and she was actually happy. I thought that was pretty weird because I was 14 in the dream, as I am now, and 14 is not a good age to get pregnant. In the end, it turned out I was just bloated. Don't ask me. My dreams are weird.

Anyway so then I got ready blah blah blah, my mom drove my to school and I sat down into my first period class which is math at about 8:05. Ten minutes later the bell rang and everyone else was in the class. A couple days before I had bought a ticket for an in-school performance of our high school play called "The Best of Friends". So I went to the play and sat with Brandon. It lasted until 3rd period.

Now the play wasn't so bad. It was better than the fall production of Frankenstein which was really bad or maybe I just thought that because people kept dying and screaming and I was trying to fall asleep. Needless to say, I don't think there was anyone in the play who were "the best of friends"

In fact, it didn't even have to do with friends. It had to do with a husband and wife. And they weren't the best of friends. Or the least of friends. As far as I know, they probably weren't friends.

Overall, though, it was pretty good.

Then I went to health and found out how stressful my life is (Not very). I go to History, study, go to lunch, laugh, take the quiz and go off to Biology where I do DNA and RNA and mRNA stuff. Not very interesting. Spanish was boring, CEO was boring, the bus ride home was boring. My life is boring. And my cramps hurt. And my eye is itchy.

This entry SUCKS. DON'T READ IT. OR YOU WILL DIE IN HORROR OF THE SUCKINESS.

I'm gonna go watch my taped daily shows. I love Jon Stewart.

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