toys

The nightmares are getting weirder. Last night I was playing some kind of volleyball game at my high school, and everyone was laughing at me because I couldn’t serve the ball over the net. If you know me, you know that I am an extremely competitive person (especially in the things which I’m halfway decent at; volleyball being one of those things). Then I went into the locker room, and proceeded to GIVE MYSELF A ROOT CANAL. I actually took my teeth out of my head (not individually, as an entire package) and tried to follow Internet intructions. WHAT?! What is going on inside my brain lately? Can these all be stress dreams? Dreams of impending failure? I don’t know, but now that you all think I’m completely psycho, I’ll change the pace a little bit:

Why can’t we buy things on cell phones here the way they can in Japan? I don’t think that’s fair. In fact, I don’t think it’s fair in general that Japan gets all the cool stuff first, and then proceeds to integrate all their fabulous new technology into their lives, while we salivate from across the pond.

Whatever, they’re totally going to have the robot holocaust first. Oh, and that makes me think of something else! Apparently I say “robot” like “row-butt,” and this is not correct. Except now I think it’s hilarious and emphasize it at every opportunity. Ok, time to go to work. Thanks for everyone who has been reading! I hope I don’t scare you away with this post about my creepy dreams.