Mornings on Mondays and my hatred of them: #1 Dreams reek havoc

I am not not not not not not understand any circumsatnces a morning person. And Monday mornings? Ha you need to pay me cold hard cash to pry out of my bed with the jaws of life.

This morning though went well. But not after some bizare dreams I'll explain..

Dream #1 I'm in my basement after the first bit of the dream which i forget. I think it's day time because of the ridiculous light coming from my computer screen. Also the clock on the computer read 2PM. I go upstairs and my sister begins yelling at me for being upstairs because its about 3 AM and pitch black.

This leads into my more vivid and descriptive dream. I think I am in manhasset for some reason and its very late and i have school tomorow. So my dad pops up and hes walking me home angrily (15 minute drive) but, I stop to get oreos. Of course..

So as we walk home we cross a field..next to a school.. well the back of benches facing a football field (local highschool field!)
and some group (well originally one) of boys appear near the benches and they're just being a little weird and suddenly a number of things happen

A) A police man arrrives flashing a light on the kids.
B) Lots of these boys appear
C) STROBE LIGHTS
D) I drop my oreos and we simultaneously fall just very dazed.

So I'm scrambling around and its like WOAH and so it stops and my dads like lets go! (happily now!!) But, I need to pick up my oreos first. So now were walking towards the school. (recognizes my middleschool) So I arrive in the side entrance of the audotorium which is lit up and bustling because play practice is about to begin. And the direcors like c'mon sit down (and this audotorium is a combo of my elementry school and middle school audotorium) So i go to walk on the stage and they yell at me and I am sat down in front of this bizare 6 person band with unusual instruments.

"READY GO" calls the director and they start playing the song Rumor in St.Petersburg (it does not look like that though) and everyones singing but its not the words and by the time I join in I wake up and its 5:45

All cause Mugglecast tried to con us.

(PS is that the way you spell reek in the title?)

My Obsession

...is Harry Potter. And if you don't like the series leave right now.

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NOW.



SO if you are left:

Welcome!
This is now my blog about my inner monologue AND Harry Potter. Get used to it.

So whats new? Nothing much.. just some movie stuff.. yeah last movie.. gonna be split in 2.
This is the most awesomely awesome news. EVER besides the DH release date.

Now when they leave out "Here lies dobby. A free elf." I can burn down the WB headquarters. Or if they leave out "Not my daughter you b!tch" I can personally slap all the producers.

Some people are opposed to this. WHAT
Now we get 2 films, 6 months apart which is about 6 months farther than i wanted. (I wanted an intermission) Personally I'll go see both midnight releases. Buy both DVDS including the box set. I'm pumped that we get 2 more movies.

You'll see A LOT of these mini-rants so get used to it.

A bit about me.

I am one of 4.
I am 3rd of 4.

I want to be.. writer or doctor or i don't know.
I won't become my brother.
I love books, rainy sundays, and hot chocolates.
I hate watching people be stupid.
I am afraid of heights, roller coasters, and thunderstorms.
I embrace writing and life.

My home is in New York.
My heart is in books.
My favorite person is.. anyone who does what they want and is happy because of it.
My least favorite person is whoever stops them.
My favorite song is.. changing daily.
My favorite movie is.. a question I've never answered.
My favorite book is Harry Potter and the Philosphers Stone.
My greatest desire is to see my name in print.

I hope I finish my book.. or at least start it.. or at least share it with someone!
I detest the thought of being last.

My guilty secret is I hope my brothers luck runs out.

Us.

We are so cool.

Facebook or Slightly Fuckedupbook?

Facebook, facebook, facebook, facebook, facebook.

I love to hate you. Especially your odd ways of crossing mine and anothers accounts.

So there is the rather fun application called Friends for Sale. Basically its like Ebay only over your friends. So yesterday I was bought. By a woman.. who i don't know.. in Texas.. (Lets call her "Sue")

Thank God my friend Moe bought me back. BUT there is a catch.

Now I had like 5 pets or so now i have about 20. BUT they are all the pets that "Sue" owns. AND on her profile she owns them too! And to ice this cake when i click them instead of the "set free" "put on sale" or "change nickname" buttons i get the "buy" button. Meaning though they look like my pets THEY'RE NOT. SO I'm stuck with 20 god damn texans as pets that AREN'T MINE.

The sprinkles on the cake? I e-mailed FB but coincidently its Easter so.. they'll get that e-mail i don't know anywhere from tomorrow to NEXT FUCKING WEEK.

Facebook is Fuckedupbook. But, I'll still keep it bookmarked.

KCTW

Oh Sister!

I have a sister, she is 12. Anyone with basic biological knowledge know what that means. P-U-B-E-R-T-Y AKA Hormones. Yuck.

Example of how this is happening as i type. (our phone call)

Me: Meg, is mom or dad there?
Meg: Why?
Me: Cause i wanna get picked up (10PM)
Meg:Where?
Me: At kristina's house in FRONT of the house
Meg: When?
Me; 10 minutes
Meg: Why?
Me: Cause it's late
Meg: So..
Me: You know what I just wanna go home okay?
Meg: Fine, I'll call you back-
( At this point i'm so frustrated I go to hang up the phone)

20 minutes later I call the house

Me: Mom?
Mom: Yeah
Me: Did meg tell you i called?
Meg; Yeah dad went to go get you 10 minutes ago.
Me: Oh well she said she'd call me back bye.

I ask meghan why she sounded so annoyed with my call. Shes rambling (angrily) about that mom won't go to the front and dad would so she didn't know if dad was home. So i kindly inform her that telling me to CALL Dad wouldn't have been as rude as leaving me in the unawares. Then she does a triple flip fit at my mom cause she yelled "What the Heck?" at my dad's yelling about the Jonas Brothers like this:

"You only freaked out because you couldn't hear you always do that its so annoying, like really."
(The outrageous flip out apple doesn't fall far from the tree)

Also during my questioning of her call she starts yelling cause obviously knowing I'm right she goes all defensive. Yelling Shut Up at me and basically going 3 year old on me.

4 years to college..

Happy Easter, KCTW

(Shes now upstairs giggling with my mother)

Inner Monologue Intro

Welcome and hello.

This is the blog of my inner monologue. That little voice in your head that yells things like "ARE YOU STUPID?" or "OMG I SHOULDN'T LAUGH!" Well finally I'm getting a say, not literally.. but you get it. So who am I?

I am the inner monolgue of an outspoken, sarcastic, brilliant, clever, witty, and suddenly narcissistic young man. A frosh actually. Yes, yes I am une froshy. Oh right I'm an American one but, i often transpose French into my life so break out the junior year french to english dictionary (that you never used) Now about my froshiness, its at a private school, a catholic private school, an all boys catholic private school. Ahh you see why i need an outlet for my inner monolgue now. During the day I blather on but, i must keep to myself or fear the hand of god.

Now, that looks right. May I warn you now that this blog will either get an astronomical amount of posts or so few that you'll take it out of that bookmark bar you have.

So that's all for now, hope to have you read me soon.

KCTW (say it outloud its sounds awesome)

(Why do none of these nice editing buttons working?!?!)