My dreams have gotten progressively weirder lately.

The night before last I actually had a somewhat happy one: it involved the cast of XF + me + doing something amusing and weird, together. Like, Gillian was all "Let's make a music video!" So she, David, Dean H, and myself (?!), made a music video (?!!) to a song we just sort of made up on the spot. And it was good. Very bizarre and random indeed, but good nonetheless? xD

Last night I had a dream I stole someone's car, placed the blame on someone else, and then watched my accomplice (who was no one in particular) have his head ripped off by some giant creature and then his body blew up in a big car crash of flames and spurting blood.

Crazy person says what?



(What?)

And now I'm awake like an hour and a half early just because. The sun is really pretty in the morning. It's somewhat of a surprise, since I haven't been awake at this time of morning willfully since... well, probably the summer when I generally didn't go to sleep until about 8am-10am. So that's not very long ago. But even so.

Speaking of, I found my sleep disorder. It's not insomnia! Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! >.>



Someone, please make school go away.

There is a thin line between being frustrated with the world and being frustrated yourself; they are two concepts that are frequently either mistaken for each other, or overlap somehow.

In conclusion, this makes everything better:



That is all.