So, I had this dream last night in which I had a raging obsession with peanut butter. I refused to eat anything else. In my dream, I went to Walmart in an attempt to satiate my desire for peanut butter. When I got there, I saw a guy I go to school with. He's one of those white guys who draws, talks about, and watches anime 24/7 and desperately wishes he was Japanese. I ran over to him, carrying a jar maked "Blueberry Peanut Butter." (I wish I was kidding.) The contents of the jar were kind of a purplish blue, but it was still peanut butter somehow. He was quite confused, as most people probably would be. I excitedly opened the jar and began to eat the stuff with my bare hands. Then, my dream ended. It was by far the weirdest thing ever. What the hell is blueberry peanut butter, and why was that guy I barely talk to there!? Why can't I have normal person dreams?
I am excited about having all of this week off school, but I hate all the homework I got from my history teacher. I could understand giving us the worksheet and the chapter to read. I do NOT see why the 139247 summaries of article-document-thingies (which take me and most of my classmates an average of about an hour per summary) and the 9 or so questions were necessary. Come on, it's a fucking holiday, woman! Ugh!
Also, I'm gonna be so bored without FCG this week. I hope she's no longer bothered by whatever was making her so weird towards me last Friday. Oh, you guys are gonna love what happened to me Saturday. My mom dragged me to this department store so she could buy some shirts. We passed the underwear section a few times, and there was a giant picture of an underwear model in seductive red lingerie. Why is this relevant? Well, because of her hair, every time I passed by, I mistook the woman for FCG. I felt sooo... awkward...
In other news, I saw the Harry Potter movie today. Two words: Emma Watson.
It has been soooo long since I read the books. We used to have all of them, but I think my mom got rid of them when she was going through her crazy phase a few months ago. She said she might have, and now she wishes she hadn't. Uhh... Anyway, yeah, I loved the Harry Potter series in elementary school. I was a delightful little nerd who would draw extremely crappy fan comics of it, and I was convinced that one day, I'd get my Hogwarts letter. Obviously, I didn't.
I also found out that apparently movie theater popcorn is a lot worse for you than the stuff you pop in the microwave at home. I now feel like the fattest person ever. Oh, well, I guess I can just not eat as much food tomorrow. I reallyyyyy don't want to be fat... How can I get motivated to exercise? I'm inept at sports, and I hate going for walks in my neighborhood because weird people like my chemistry teacher always look at me. I guess I will go for a walk if I have to, but I hate the feeling that anyone can just watch me as I walk.
Anyway, I'm really tired now, so I'll leave you guys to ponder blueberry peanut butter or something. Goodnight!