This book reading has been hogging my freaking life. Like I wanted to work on some of my short stories, but I haven't had any time. All I do is read and procrastinate about my reading by watching stupid TV. I'm really into the writing mood, but I need to finish these books! Its ridic. And it kind of sucks because I love reading, but I'm speed reading. I can't truly cherish the book. It's weird. But it's ok, because if I get all these books done, I will have set a new awesome record! Like 13 books in 3 weeks! Insane!
Oh man! Mom deleted all my phone messages! Today I left five messages on the answering machine at home telling a story. And she just deleted them without listening to me! Rude! I wanted everyone to listen to the messages together to pretend like I was home. I cannot believe this! It was such a good dream too! And I wanted them to hear it. Oh gosh.
So my dream! Now if anyone is reading this (which I doubt) and you don't know my deal with my dad, then too bad because I'm not going to get into detail right now. But my dream has to deal with it, and I really wanna write about it so I will. So my dream was that Cat, Bri and I were sitting in my high school auditorium , and I was sitting in between them, and my father was sitting in the seat in front of me. So for some reason we were going around and everyone was saying what college they were going to. So it came up to us and suddenly my dad was standing in our aisle, and I was totally confused. And then so I tried to lighten the creeptastic mood going on by patting Bri's head and saying "Oh Bri is our special little girl, she isn't going anywhere." It's good to know I'm a funny asshole even in my dreams. Hah, but then Bri was all like "I'm going to blah blah school." And I was like I go to Graceland, and the I look over to Cat. And Dad is like all in her business and he is like glaring into her eyes, and its scary. Seriously, like a centimeter from her face. Like he's using scare tactics to get her to say something. And so she kind of whispers something, and he was all like "Yes." And then he started spouting off about trust and lecturing her. And this really pisses me off. So then I go after him and I step on my tippy-toes and I must have like grown a few inches too because some how I was cowering over him! And then I got this feeling like I was going to throw up, but vomit did not come out of my mouth. A big ol' FUCK YOU came out of my mouth! And then his face twitched. And of course then he started to lecture me, and so I said, "FUUUUUUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" I drew it out and then he shut up. And then it seemed like there was an invisible lasso around him and he was being pulled out of my consciousness. And then as he was being pulled, I shouted, "Yea, go back to your couch you lonely selfish son of a bitch!" It was LEGENDARY! I mean never before in my dreams have I even been that ballsy. And even if I had been, he wouldn't be quiet enough to listen. And I am 100% serious when I say, I woke up smiling! It was probably the greatest therapy, dream-style! I think it has to do with the fact that I am not under his thumb anymore, and I can say or do what I like and he has nothing to hold over me! It was just amazing. I loved it.
And Mom and I just realized that "I Had A Dream." Haha just like "I Have a Dream" and its Martin Luther King Jr. Day! Isn't that just amazing? I love it too freaking much!
Ok, back to reading!
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