I always think of like a million things I think would be awesome to blog about, but generally those thoughts occur when I'm either laying in bed and too lazy to get my lappy or when I'm driving or doing something else that's not very conducive to blogging... and by the time I can blog have forgotten what it was that I was positive would make the worlds greatest blog.  Right now it one of those times. I have the memory of a goldfish.  So I'll most likely have to settle for writing a mediocre blog for now.

I've come to the conclusion that the inside of my head is maybe filled with more crazy than I'd like to admit... and when I sleep it magnifies like 100 fold.  I basically have three types of dreams: those that are so scary that I have to force myself to wake up and then generally lay in bed too scared to move for fear that maybe whatever I was dreaming about wasn't actually a dream and I'm about to meet my horrible demise, those that are so vividly real that I don't really remember them being dreams and will at some point in the next few days realize that whatever situation it was didn't actually occur (this has led to many days where I spend half the day furious with my mother for something she didn't do and once a conversation with a friend where she was venting about some dude being a creeper and I told her that she probably shouldn't have slept with him then, only to have her look at me like I was absolutely nuts (as she had not slept with said creeper)... also, there are certain events in my life that I still am not completely sure if occurred or not(nothing big)), and lastly, the dreams that are just plain bizarre.  The following fits into the last category... and a little into the first... but mostly the last:

So, the other night I had this dream that once I woke up couldn't do anything but laugh at what a weirdo I am, but I also think it kinda rules.  I was hanging out with Demi Lovato and we were swimming in the ocean off of Australia.  There are so many things about that alone that are absolutely ridiculous, but I digress... anyway, all of a sudden this big wave starts coming right at us, like huge big, like one of those waves that are the size of tall buildings.  We figure out that if we swim to the other side of what I can only assume was some sort of weird breaker (although it was perpendicular to the direction of the waves so in reality I think that would make a really shitty breaker) we'll be ok.  That's what we do.  Safe.  Whew, that was close.  But then we realize that we're probably still going to get hit with rough waters, so we swim toward land opposite of where we are.  On the way I turn to Demi twice to say something only to see a great white about to attack from below (I don't know if it was the same one both times, but it probably doesn't really matter).  What do I do? I make damn sure I look as much NOT like a seal as possible, duh!  I'm not quite sure how that works, but I think it had something to do with making sure the shark could clearly see my appendages and that they were not those of a yummy seal.  It worked.  I'm assuming this has something to do with the articles I've read that say that sharks don't really like the taste of people and generally only take one bite thinking its something more delicious, but being a giant shark that can be enough to do some major damage and/or death.  The rest of the dream isn't too memorable, nor is it important.  We thrice avoided death... and in situations that I doubt I would handle so well in real life.  And by doubt I mean would not at all.  Like I previously have mentioned, I don't like the ocean for fear of the sharks and their eating of me... that and touching fish.  I also am horrified of drowning.  Basically, I'm kind of a big pussy.  I think the only reason this whole thing didn't leave me horrified upon returning to waking life is that I'm like 99% sure that I don't have to worry about giant waves or shark attacks in my room.

I also want to post this picture because it was the only thing about my morning that didn't fill me with rage:

The rest of the van was covered with a bunch more of those purple dragon decals.  And my favorite part is that somewhere out there the are at least 2 more of these so called "dragon wagons."  Thank God!