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Location: Stonington, Illinois, United States

January 12, 2003

Lately, I have been trying to exercise more.But usually I just stop. I do this a lot because I'm lazy. I think a part of me wants to look better than I do.Honestly, I got screwed in the looks department because I have a high metabolism. You need weight to build muscle on. Thus is my problem. I decided to be more talkactive. I want to become this because sometimes I'm too quiet to attract attention from girls.As a kid, I'd whisper what I wanted for dinner into my sister's ear. One part of me would say I am overlooked among the crowd. The other part of me says, "No, it's because you don't talk a lot." In my whole entire life, I only have had two serious relationships. I have never been kissed. I think every time I date a girl, she usually dumps me.But this is not their fault. I choke up and can't think of anything to say. I choke up because I don't want to screw up what I have strived for. The girls that I like right now are smarter than me. I don't know what that means. I had dream about one of these girls. She and I were driving a school bus. She stopped the bus and told me wrap the bus in aluminum. When I got to the back of the bus,it was the back of a garbage truck. Then I heard a chicken and out of nowhere drops this giant chicken. I run into the bus and we hightail it. The chicken chases us. The chicken ends up catching us and eating the girl I like. Scratch that, I really love this girl. Anyways I chase down the chicken in the bus. We end up it in a very poor, starving town. I run after the chicken. It escapes into a castle. I continue chasing it. When I come through the gate of the castle, the chicken has sword in its hand/wing. I have armor and a sword all of a sudden. We sword fight to the top of the castle. I kill the chicken, it falls off the castle, and onto a giant bbq grill. It ended with a thanksgiving/middle ages dinner. Its weird how crazy your dreams can get. I wonder what that dream would interpret into. Oh well. Another day. Another dollar.

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