That was a really weird dream. I didnt' figure how much of an effect it'd had on me until I was crying as I told my mom about it. She jsut looked sad, because I think she knew what I was saying even as I skirted around the issue. But... enough about the damned dream.

Sorry Linds for not being on last night. Me and Seth had a screaming contest and he won, by volition of the parents. He probably would've won anyway, if they hadn't gotten involved, but there would have been a lot more fist-throwing and shit-talking. I would've been a bloody pulp; that kid is huge. Maybe I should've slept over your house... *shrugs* Too late now!

I have a bruise on my leg from when Matthew kicked me... That kid is frieking insane! I kinda jsut hurt all over, but I think that may be because I was in a desperate fight-for-my-life tickle fight yesterday. The craziness of it all! Hah. Guys who are ticklish are jsut waaay too much fun. *grin*
I had a really good day yesterday, hanging out with Linds most of it, keeping busy all of it. The guys in Pawtucket are getting cooler, though I'm still not sure how to take Erik.. he seems like he could be funny but all I've seen so far is an intensity that makes me nervous. Tom is a complete and total sweetheart, Chris is as well, and I could stand to hang out with either or both of them again in the future. Serg is kind of weird... He holds himself back, but I think it's only because he doesn't know how to take me and Linds yet. He knows her better, but he's still stand-offish.

Back to reality. Tapioca pudding rocks!!! My mommy made some and it's so good, I think i may have to go get another bowl of it! YEAH!. I need to go riding today... Cynthia called Friday and told me either day this weekend would be fine, so I sat out yesterday and I'm heading up today. I think. Maybe tomorrow. We'll have to call and see, I guess.

I still haven't seen the end of Willard. We stopped when Willard was trying to kill all the rats. I jst know that it's going to come back to bite him in the ass.

OMG... I did have a dream last night. It was about Mosher. We were on the way to her room after school and she was laughing about soemthing. So I asked her what she was laughng about, nad she told me that she was laugh at how many people were going to drop out after the last test... "At least half the class!" And she was cackling... Yes, cackling. Wicked Mosher. I just remembered about it. And I remember that I was like... Oh shyt... I'm so dead. I probably am, in real life, but god... do I need to dream about this stuff all of a sudden? What happened to bambi and dancing flower dreams?! Why all these bad dreams?!?!?!?!?!