Have you ever had one of those dreams that you almost don't want to interpret? Like one of those particularly bad ones that you never talk about because you're afraid you'll set off something horrible, but it just eats at you from the inside out? Or maybe it's one of those weird stress dreams. I had one the other night where one of my teeth fell out. Just one, and it was severely decayed despite how pristine my other teeth were. I have this dream pretty often actually, and I finally decided to look it up on the internet and apparently a lot of other people have dreams just like it. Just what other sort of stress-dreams are there, though?

Well, after hearing Pete whine and moan about wanting to go somewhere for Spring Break, my resolve's finally deteriorated. I actually wouldn't mind going somewhere myself; it's been a pretty long time since I've been anywhere on a pleasure trip. Florida is completely and totally out of the question, though. I know there's going to be a crowd wherever we go, but Florida is just a nightmare waiting to happen. I think Pete mentioned something about Mexico and that doesn't look so bad, really; plus, it'd be a great road trip if we decided to rent a motor home or something.

I went to the bookstore the other day looking for a few good books to take with me to read and I have to say, I'm getting pretty into the one about Steampunk. It's an anthology of excerpts of several different steampunk novels and I must say it's rather interesting. I'd never really considered the genre before, but the allure of Victorian-based science-fiction isn't easy to ignore. I also managed to pick up a copy of The Complete Works of Victor Hugo; I haven't read any of his work in ages, so I'm looking forward to it.

I hate to put up one of these little rants, but I can't help but think about these things when I'm cleaning. Whatever happened to Xanga? I mean, I never had one, but you'd hear about just how popular it was and how everyone had to have one...And then MySpace happened. So you have a herd of people migrating there and it was soooo great because you could junk up your profile with more graphics and customize your layouts...And then Facebook comes along. Sure it's great for privacy, but you're trading all that newfound freedom from MySpace to have a plain white background and your black, Times New Roman text that you couldn't stand when you had a Xanga.

Also...I went to Walmart yesterday. This is the second time in a row where I've had to interrupt some young couple in the frozen foods section who decided that it would be a GREAT place to make out. Oh yes, there's nothing more romantic than standing in front of Lean Cuisine. That's just a huge turn on. My God, have people lost their minds? There's a time and place for that and it's certainly not in a Walmart frozen food section.

I have to say, that Pillow War thing was more exciting that I thought it would be...mostly since I thought I'd wind up in the E.R. I've never done anything in like, a group setting, so it was pretty nice. I do have thank Nathan for coming up with a totally awesome plan to keep my ass covered. I may have to do stuff like this more often.

Well, Christmas is fast approaching, so I guess I'm going to have to start shopping. Thank God for the Internet; I can order most of the gifts online without going out to Wal-Mart or somewhere and getting trampled. Speaking of Wal-Mart, though, I'm going to need to stock up on some food for Christmas dinner/brunch/whatever you call it. I'm getting a little tired of ham, though. What do you think we should get, White?

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If anyone's interested, I'm selling a lot of my old memorabilia to make a little extra cash to buy Pete's present; so if you want some old movie posters or card-board cut-outs and stuff, let me know. I've got some pretty nice posters and they're in great condition.

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Alright, let me just make a list here:

1) I haven't been updating this thing for a while, but now that the White Queen has resigned himself to bitching about losing his boyfriend, I just had to start this thing back up to vent.

2) White, stop bitching. It's not going to make things any better. I've also considered your suggestion about remodelling the bathroom and you're right; I think it could use a little fixing up. By the way, what do you want to do with the toaster oven? It pretty much fried itself the last time I tried to heat up some bagels.

Actually, it's not much of a list, but it works. I'm still going to the book club once a week; still haven't had any luck...Not even a single offer for coffee! We just finished The Da Vinci Code and I've got to say, the book was a lot better than the movie.

Seriously, it's sounding really good right about now. Out of the goodness of my own heart, I volunteer to do this "day camp" thing for Rusty and I get no gratification whatsoever! No...instead, I get my feelings demolished by some 8 year old kid and get mauled by a gorilla! But wait! There's more! My hand got taken off (again) and lost somewhere in that "WonderSwamp" or whatever the Hell it's called, and I pass out. When I wake up, I'm lying back at home on the couch with dry piss all over my pants! I swear to God, if I find out who's responsible for that, they're dead!

Is a life where I don't get mauled on a regular basis and perhaps a girlfriend or even a boyfriend at this point too much to ask for? Is it really? I'd settle for getting my hand back, wherever it is! Does anyone have any idea how difficult it is to type with one hand? It's pretty damn hard!

Oh, and Pete...thanks for bringing me home. Sorry if I was an ass before.

White, you son of a bitch, I've been laid up for a week since you hit me over the head with that damn Playstation! I hope it's broken... Just because you and Brock have been keeping these past several years secret from me does not entitle you to crack me over the head with a PS2!

What I want to know is why was I left out of the damn loop?! Seriously, I thought we were supposed to be good friends! I'm feeling a little betrayed here. I mean, I trust you with nearly everything and just when I remember something fairly important, you try to cover it up! I can almost forgive you for the dog fight, but this...this is serious.

I...I think I should go lay down... Maybe take some Tylenol...

Alright, I decided to get out these past few nights and it hasn't been a total disaster. I tried hitting a couple of coffee houses in the evening and found where the Red Hat Society meets for Bridge. That was...creepy, but old Mrs. Whingham can make some great gingersnaps!

Anyway, I found a little local place that has a nice crowd. Pretty girls abound...and this time it's not a gay bar full of lesbians! I talked to a couple girls and wound up joining their little book club. I'm still waiting for them to mail me the book, but it's some little romance novel from what I understand. Ah well...everything can't be perfect, can it?

Okay, so the other day I walked into a bookstore and I'm just walking around perusing for good material when I decide to look up and see what isle I'm on. Apparently, I was standing in the "Books on Books" isle and as I'm looking around, I'm finding books on how to read books. I'm sorry, but doesn't that totally defeat the purpose of the book? I mean, if you can't read a book to start with, why on earth would you buy a book to teach you how to read a book? Are there books on how to read those? It doesn't make any sense! I know the economy's in the toilet, but seriously...how many people are going to buy those books? Maybe like, 1 in 20?