Soo happy Thanksgiving everyone. Mine was pretty good, sorta stressful though. I woke up a little late from a horrible dream...but I don't want to talk about it. I went downstairs and played video games for a while to clear my head. Sorta added to my frustration however. Then I took a shower and cleaned my room to keep myself busy. My mom made me do a bunch of stuff for her, and every little thing made me so irritable. I had no explanation for why I kept getting so annoyed, but it did put me in a bad mood for a while. So I stayed in my room for a few hours and praticed the damn all state music because tryouts-well, all county, since I'm still a sophomore- are Wednesday. It really calmed me down, and put me in a much more pleasent mood. My family came over and we ate ravenously. Lol. All of us watched about the first half of the Broncos game, which turned out to be extremely dissapointing. Oh well. So it wasn't so bad, except about 4 people who eat the most didn't show up, and so we're stuck with more leftovers. If you'd like to hear my theory of leftovers, or want some of your own, let me know.
Last night, I had another weird dream, but no where near as disturbing as the night before. The main event was: After french class, I went to the band room, and everyone was just kind of sitting around. Suddenly, I had a huge bag of that plastic Easter grass people put in baskets, and I decided to spread it all over the room. So the whole room was green. Sullivan got all uber pissed, and I didn't speak up when he asked who did it. Instead I just sat there as he proceded to clean it up. Then he found my bottle of Tylenol I keep in my backpack, and figured out it was me. He wasn't mad, but somehow the grass that was already picked up was back in its place on the floor again. So I cleaned it up with one of those old school vacumes that aren't really vacumes at all since you just push them around and stuff gets picked up. Like those Swiffer carpet flicks. Ya, it was weird.
My mom and I later drove up to get tree cutting permits. I drove, and she pretty much won an award for the most frequent backseat driving. Ugh, it was soo irritating, and all it did was make me nervous. She kept going on about how many fatal accidents there are on 285 and such, and I mean, do you wanna think about that when you're driving? I think she's still freaked about the almost red light I ran a few nights ago, through Kipling and Jewell. But it was yellow up until the last 10 feet or so, I swear! Heh, now your moms are gonna be like "You are never getting in a car she's driving!" But it was better to go than stop, because I could have stopped, but it was a really close call, there was a possibility I would have gone out into the intersection, and by that time cars would have started to move. Ya. But the whole way up she was parranoid, and it definitly made me a little freaked out. We didn't die though. Then we went to the mall, the first time my mom has ever gone shopping the day after Thanksgiving. We ran into my Aunt and Uncle there, and I made a dent, if ever so slight in my Christmas shopping. But Areo is having a really good sale right now! Yes! Well, time to go. Gotta get farther in that stupid English book. Bye!
LE
