i SHOULD be writing/finishing my article that's due in reporting class, but i just wanted to put a reminder on here (to myself) to also write the song about the freshman 15 (i guess it's twenty now) that i just thought of. it's going to be great, i promise.
i also had my monthly battle royale dream (not the same as the japanese one. i don't know, nor am i friends with that many asians). it was really vivid earlier this morning. i woke up at 6:30 a.m. telling myself, "hey, you should write this down!" but just laid back down hoping to get back into the fight.
it started with some weird deal where i had to find some location in chicago to stop something bad from happening (maybe to prevent a bomb from exploding in a city?). then all of a sudden i was in a house and people kept showing up like it was a party. there was some crazy guy who kept wanting to kill me but i kicked his ass. as i was fighting him, someone else in the room pointed to a picture on the wall and said, "hey! it's him!" turns out he looked oddly similar to Perez Hilton, the famous celebrity-gossip blogger.
i was fighting people off left and right, when some other crazy guy pulled a knife on me. i was like "what!?" and grabbed him (at this point, he turned in to a large knife with his head at the top of the handle) and began to smash him with a hammer. while i was busting this fool to pieces, Mr. T yelled for me to come over to the other room where he was and i just yelled for him to hold on (but i said something way funnier that i can't remember).
anyway, the dream was way more awesome than this (everybody adds this statement after explaining their dream), but they're a motherfucker to remember.
i was driving around with my friend billy and after i said something, he said, "that's bloggable" and i almost instantly forgot what i said.
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I don't remember what you said either. It was obviously not "memorable."
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