how I've missed you

I cut class just so that I can finish cleaning my room.

My side of the room was starting to resemble Mordor for the past few weeks and mom gave me a warning this morning before she left for work. I got the shivers when she closed the door to the girls' room, and it was not because of the sweater weather. I don't want a repeat of when I woke up to a clean room, but with Arielle junk piled by the stairs, all in plastic bags ready to be thrown away and given to macho basureros.

So after my second class, I ninja flew all the way home in order to clean le room. Still had enough time to drop by a store to buy something tho'. It's for le fantastic plans >:) that's all I can say.

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The room is not of Mordor proportions, but it's still not as clean for the parental units' standards. But whatevs, man. I can see my bed! Finally! No moar crashing on the couch. I'm seriously praying my bed takes me back, rips up the divorce papers and marries me again. I miss my bed.

I know it missed me too.

Speaking of beds. I've been having pretty.... odd dreams since Saturday night. No pictures under my pillow dreams, but they were. Darn. No words can describe how weird they were. Oh, Arielle's subconscious what the hey hey is up with you right now?

Don't feel like sleeping. So many beat tapes need to be listened to.

For my 11:11 wish later, I will wish that I will not have a fail pail day tomorrow. I have fantastic plans!

And jazz hands. And funky fingers.

- >:)

p.s.
Seriously tho, the dreams? So very, very odd.