Oh goodness ladies and gentlemen. I have a new blog- my old was 'Clumsy with a Side of Muddled' but every time I logged into it it logged me out of my YouTube account. I also had a number of other issues on Clumsy, so I made a new one, hurr! It's lovely to be back on blogger, with a new layout {SAME TEMPLATE BIG DEAL} and new {not really} music. Did you miss me!?
...I'll pretend you did. ♥ So last night, guys, I had the craziest dream of all time. No joke, it was grade-a 'wait what' material. I dreamed that I was with my friend Lexi at an electronics shop, and we were just chillin', right, being gangsta {and looking at the Wii games DON'T JUDGE ME} and then, like, it started storming and stuff so her parents wouldn't come pick us up. Alright, fine, so we go wait for the bus, and there are all these thugs there, like real gangsters, like, friggin' people with pants at their ankles, fake gold grills-type gangsters. And they start picking on Lexi, so I start telling everybody to back off, and what happens in my dream?
I get beat up.
That's right. Beat up. As in, I got the shit kicked out of me in my own freaking dream. How does this happen? I'd like to know. I searched 'punch' on DreamMoods.com, which I would hyperlink for you except that I'm lazy, and the only results were "If you're punching someone, you're powerful", and "If you're drinking punch, you are revitalizing and renewing yourself".
WTF? What about being repeatedly whacked in the noggin by a chick with a blonde weave and sagging cargo shorts?
