You know, I had a weird dream abotu a Green Day concert.
Go to the back of the floor, stand by the sound booth place. If you see an attractive young man about our age, talk to him. Hit it off. He's Billie Joe Armstrong's distant nephew or something.
xD
Other than that, hungry. And excited by the prospect ofmeeting Desiree.
But also sort of sad. One of the Blue Jay's that hangs around in the Trees around my house died. Not the one that I had up for my old avvie, But another one.
Oh, and Hungry. I'll probably have a bowl of ice-cream
I will never use the word 'common' ever again after the dream that I had. All these words were coming and attacking the word 'common' because apparently anyone that uses that word will get killed and tortured to death. D: