Recap.

Of the past week.

Friday we went to the football game. I was strung out on Aleve and apparently was acting really weird. Told 7697624 people I loved them.

Saturday me, Niki, and Rachael skipped Homecoming to hang out with Brian and Chris. Brian didn't want to come out, so we were stuck outside with the creepy Cubans. Or maybe they were Filipino. Either way...they were going to kill us.

We went back in my window, breaking the screen on the way, and chilled out for the rest of the night. Texted Brian at midnight to tell him happy birthday, then went to bed. That night was terrible.

I had this...dream, I guess. It was all black and occasionally would flash red and all I could hear was this blood-curdling scream and it wouldn't stop and I couldn't wake up. Niki says I was shaking and breathing really heavy. I was terrified.

Sunday was nothing special. We wrote HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRI BRI. in chalk on the road infront of his house. He was a douchebag about it and wouldn't come outside. EAT SHIT AND DIE, BRIAN.

Got my computer back Monday. This is also when my tailbone started hurting like hell. Didn't go to school Tuesday or Wednesday. Tried to go back Thursday and only stay for like two and a half hours.

Was gonna go today, but I woke up late.

Anywho, my mom and sister and nephew are back in town.

AND I'M STOKED.

P.S.- The I Don't Care video was totally boss. I loved every aspect of it.