i love dreaming. it helps me sort out my real life. i look to dreams to help decide what i truly know deep within my being. that sounds so cheesy, but that’s the least cheesiest i could make it, really. dreams are great. i think i agree with jeff that i feel more tired after i dream though. sometimes that’s how it is, but i’m tired most of the time anyway, so it doesn’t really make a difference. i just know that i love to dream and when i can’t remember my dreams for a couple of days, i don’t like it.

um, i have an exam tomorrow, but i’m not worried about it at all. it’s mostly essay form, which i’m great at. everything that involved an essay i’ve always kicked ass in, so much so that my teachers write it in my report card, tell me how great it was, or both. so, i’m really not worried. i write really a lot. i do notice these literary quirks i suppose they’re called. i’m about to finish a bag of salt and vinegar chips. i didn’t eat the whole thing, but considering there’s a pool party on saturday, i really don’t need these. i’m going to exercise at some point tomorrow. tonight i’m going to do my muscle building exercises. it’s funny, i’ve only been doing them for like a week tops, and i think i see a difference. my body’s good like that though. it responds to things pretty fast. i guess that’s how i lost fifteen pounds in less than three months. considering i could’ve lost a total of twenty-four pounds safely, but i probably gained at least five pounds of muscle, that’s really not that bad. considering the amount of energy i’ve been expending compared to what i used to, i probably gained a lot more than five pounds of muscle because i continued to lose weight after i stopped working out religiously. enough about that because i don’t like thinking about it.

well, i’m tired and i want to go bed. not really, but . . . i didn’t have an end to that sentence. i’m off to criticize my body for not looking the way i want it to. stupid body.