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ok... so i think i have a mullet ok.. so i just slept. maaaaan.. i had some wierd ass dreams. but i can't remember them well enough to type them. but believe me... weird. i'm about to go to rehearsal. it should be fun except i just woke up and don't really want to think about singing... (^_^) so i guess i only know like.. two people who use this site and i don't think they even know i use this, so maybe i am existing secretly as raptorkitten, the superhero. i haven't spoken to my parents in two weeks, which is extremely weird for me. my dad never calls anymore, but i talked to sister the other day, and she's bringing a friend when the ENTIRE FAMILLY VISITS. i don't know how to handle that. all the zeises here just to see a musical. it'll be one scarey front row. arg... creepy dream about guy at evan's party on friday night, saying "number six!" and trying to kiss me. how odd was that? i felt really bad for him, but only because i know him and i bet he's kinda embarassed. i'm hungry. i don't have time to eat... i slept in... i need to draw and read and write. sounds simple, huh? well... i'll probably wait till midnight to get started and be that weirdo sitting outside at 3 in the morning drawing a tree in front of a building. this is getting to be longer than i expected. maybe i should call my dad. sleep is a joke. i guess i'll go now.
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