2002-10-12/2:35 p.m.

go back to russia you communist pigs

last night i dreamt the same dream i dreamt in chemistry. actually, twas slightly different. instead of hawksley, it was danny.

i like that dream.

lousy chem class.

today i hugged my mother, kissed her on the cheek, and wished her a happy birthday.

my pants are on fire.

i really hugged scott, kissed him on the cheek, and wished him a happy birthday.

thats why i shouldnt try to be nice when i first wake up.

i loved the first 30 pages of animal farm by george orwell. now i hate it.

rather, i hate how the communist pigs have turned into communist pigs.

its makes me want to eat bacon.

i learned that in disney world you only have to be 18 to drink beer, as opposed to being 21 the rest of places in the states. the downside is that you have to be 21 to drink liquer. the only alcohol i like is liquer. tear.

oh, what a paradox - i like drinking but i hate alcohol and getting drunk.

i still worry about my friends. loners dont know how good they have it.