I had a dream that I was locked in a store with some other people. It was weird. It was like ZOMG END OF THE WORLD!!!!!1!!!1! outside. Meteors and comets and stuff falling from the sky. ON FIRE. But the music store was safe, so me and some other people piled inside to wait it out.

I don't remember much else, except there was a guy with a big nose that kept getting into fights with some other guy (the other guy always started it). I would keep grabbing his shirt and restraining him. He would calm down and stop, then the cycle would begin again. Silly, silly person.

Then I dragged him off to a Mexican restaurant after the meteor storm thing was done and tied him to a chair so he wouldn't get into fights. XP

Jerry died 11 years ago today. *SNIFF* I miss him, though I haven't known who he was for even a year now. I still developed a huge attachment to him even over just a few months of fan-hood. And I wish he was still around.

In other news:

Dad always says that Gram and Mum just wanna keep me at eight years old forever. I don't think that's true; I think Dad might have that plan, though. Dad never trusts me to go anywhere on my own for more than an hour. But Mum! Mum and I just got done researching trains to Minnesota, where I might spend a week or two with complete strangers from my stepfamily. She says that I'm 18, I should go have my own adventures if I want.

She's also offered to buy a ticket and bus ticket to the nearest Who concert (so far, it's either Baltimore or Atlantic City). And she trusts me to do all of this stuff alone!

Dad says that they don't want me to grow up since they buy me Slinkies for Christmas (Slinkies rock, stfu) and don't force me to drive when I don't want to (they know that driving gives me the panic attacks). He says it's a plot to keep me in their houses.

But it's not true; they want me to go out into the world on my own for awhile and make my own decisions and mistakes. And I think that's their way of letting me grow up, rather than trying to force it on me like Dad and Karen often do.

Gram and Mum think that by doing the things I do and learning the things I learn, I'll eventually grow into the person I want to be, rather than the person that everybody else wants me to be. They're a little miffed at times that I'm obsessed with living on no dollars a day, but they think that I'll be what I'll be. Que sera, sera. And they think that'll be good, no matter what I end up being.