Like O, Like H

Yep.  "Like O, Like H" by Tegan and Sara was in my dream last night.  I don't really know what the hell I was doing.  I was at home in some of the dream, at a party in some weird place, and then at school in the gym.  I remember playing soccer in the gym, and I could run forever and ever and ever.  It was awesome.  It's too bad I don't often get the same nice feeling when I run in real life.  That's probably because I'm so out of shape.  Damn.   And there were also cars and motorcycles behind this curtain in the gym that belonged to Mr. Field.  Fucked up?  Yes. But anyway.  Tegan and Sara sounds in my dream were in the party part of my dream, if I remember right... Probably not.

The parties in my dreams are just awesome.  It's too bad my actual parties in real life can't be that cool.  Because most of my music I would want to listen to isn't "party-listenin'" music.  Most idiots want shitty rap and pop.  Tsktsktsk.  I would settle for some nice indie music.  Or classic rock.  But I guess people find that hard to dance to.  Well, they're idiots.  I can dance to that stuff.  Not "dirty" dance like most of you mindless, ignorant cretins.  I don't really know how I dance.  I probaby look really retarded.  But that's okay.  People still like me.  Sometimes...

Speaking of parties, Chelsea's birthday party is today...

If anything interesting happens, I'll just write a blog about it later and talk about it after because I have to clean now...  bleh, I know