The Pamela Anderson Dream (and no, it wasn't a porno)
9:50 a.m. & 2005-08-27
Today I’m bored. No big surprise. I just spent the last few minutes skimming my previous entries. Man, am I that cynical? And in one entry I even talked about death…
Okay then. Totally contradicting my happy name. But isn’t it how that always works? Weird. Anyway, some of those dark entries were written when I was…uh depressed. Don’t ask. However I’m not one of those depressees who are suicidal. Nope, I like life too much, even with its imperfections. And plus blood scares me, and I can’t stand pain.
Any ways, I recently joined a writing site called fictionpress.com and I don’t have any idea what to write. Blah. There’s also this sweet site called fanfiction.net for anyone who is so freakin obsessed about a book, videogame, movie, or w/e and has to write about it.
Yeah, I have that much time. But I’m a writer, so what?
Well, I guess I could write about Grandma’s house since I have no ideas right now. Grandma’s house: I watched cable then Constantine (good movie) ate pizza (no rice: big change), drank Mountain Dew…my life is definitely intriguing. How much is an adventure, do you know?
I had a weird dream this morning. For some reason I knew I was in Mr. Johnson’s classroom. Didn’t see him, but you know in dreams you just kind of know. Shannon and Katie K., my old friends from Coon Rapids, were sitting with me. Shannon was wearing a really, really faded white shirt, and then Kevin Younghans and I were having an in depth conversation about Pamela Anderson.
I woke up thinking, What…the…hell?
I’m not joking. This was an actual dream, guys. Now that I think about it, it was actually pretty funny. (laughs) It’s so clear in my mind, I can see every detail, I can even remember Kevin's voice and Shannon’s voice. I wonder what it means…probably nothing.
I actually want school to start. Am I just a little messed up?
Hey you know what? I have the same zodiac sign as Kurt Cobain. Har har. Nirvana rocks. I don’t know why I just wrote that.
Just ignore me.