Restless..

The last few nights have been uneventful, boring, moon-in-my-eyes and...not any good dreams. What I do remember is from two nights ago. I was tossing and turning a while, watching that shitty movie called "Phone Booth" and it was relatively late and I had school the next morning. I woke up numerous times because it was too hot, ahem I do sleep with about six blankets because my house is freezing...recession.

What I do remember is being on a Late Show with Jeremy Piven from the show Entourage. All I know was that there were things being destroyed and knocked down and it was just stupid shit happening the entire time. So whatever, enough with that. I don't even care, but soon I'll have to have a dream journal for Psychology Class I think and when my teacher does read it (as if she ever reads homework) she's going to begin wondering if I'm on crack.

Anyway, this morning I woke up and it was pretty intense. I don't know if I was dreaming but something was playing on my iHome about me wanting to die. Probably because, the night before I threw a tantrum at my mother and threw a crayon at the wall when some adolescent italian project was really getting me going.

And I remember thinking, "If my mom heard this..." but whatever, it was just a dream because of my bipolar tantrums the night before. I was so heated, I thought I was going to rip shit up.

And again this morning I woke up and my music played as usual and it was on shuffle. It's my alarm so it'll just continue through my playlist until I work myself up the hell out of my bed. I couldn't tell whether or not I was dreaming but, if I wasn't I was definitely lip-syncing to that shit. I enjoyed it so much that I was beginning to sing along and it's not that I'm usually really surprised.

And meanwhile, I finally get up and it's about seven oh three. So whatever I did my usual, rolled the fuck out of bed and I thought it would be this awful day because my wake up time was already shit. But above all it was a decent day, but today in chemistry we did some cool shit with flames. I usually hate playing with fire, but this shit was cool. We took wooden sticks and put them on a blue flame and the outcome was all these really cool neon-colors in the flame. It was legitimately some Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire shit, fire-breathing dragon insane and the flame of the Goblet.

I come home and my mood was ruined. I was in a good mood all day, happy go lucky on the count of my amazing italian project, no numbnuts irking me or no fails. My brother and sister are the two utmost digusting people I have met in my entire life. I come home, my sister was probably good for a good portion of morning, yet she still manages to leave out her dirty cookie sheet. Honestly, after you bake cookies there's barely any mess. I know, it's a hard task for her to ...put soap on the sponge and rinse the sheet, like that requires any fucking brainwork. My brother doesn't do shit, he leaves his playstation wires everywhere, his game and rocks on the dining room table. Kid's a fucking moron.

This is pretty funny, my brother's a pretty big dunce. One time he was making macaroni and cheese and you usually have to wait before the water boils to cook, or that's usually recommended. No, no, we're going to whip it up the mega tool way and dump the macaroni in before the water is even hot and even boiling. He does that with cookies and all kinds of things for the oven, he puts them in before they're even reheated. When that kid needs to get his own apartment it's going to smell like a buncha shit, he's not going to know how to cook or wash his clothes.

He'll call my mother and say, "Mom, I don't know how to turn on the washing machine." Thank the Lord that child didn't chose to live away at college. He also thought a better solution to ensuring people don't die in plane crashes.

It was around the time when a lot of plane crashes were occuring around the globe. He said, "Instead of teaching passengers how to use life vests, just teach them how to use parachutes."

Really Mega Tool? Because I forgot every fucking Air Traveler could become a professional parachuter within the five minutes those videos are intended to last. There's no hope for Mega Tool, yes we call him Mega Tool because he IS a Mega Tool. He's a disappointment, so nonchalant...yet so affective.