Just a subject-and-a-half left in my GED-thingo. Huzzah! I just have a few more literature things to breeze through... then math. BLAH. I hate math. D: I'm better with things involving words and analyzing feelings and thoughts instead of trying to add letters together into a number. OMGWTFSTFU.

I'm bored.

I had a dream that the Blond Guy (one of my many companions who comes along in my subconscious; I think his name is Nate) returned. We had many fun adventures together at the beach, including feeding the poor with prizes of ramen we won at a strange arcade, dressing up in Ragnarok Online costumes to evade detection by my parents, and house-sitting some rich person's beach house... and wrecking it... yeh, not the point. It was fun. Why can't my real life be as cool as the one I have in my dreams?