So I've spent a lot of time sleeping lately, what with not going to school a day last week and having a snow day the next day, and now this whole week off.  Sleep makes me very happy.  For some reason, I've tuned out of watching anything else on tv except the Discovery channel and Adult Swim.

Epee states individuals is this saturday, most definately looking forward to that.  Ready to fuckin own face.

Last night was weird though.  I had a dream I was in the parking lot in the Trumbull mall and I watched a kid on a motor scooter pull into a parking space, and a guy in a giant truck try and pull in the same space and hit the kid on the scooter out the way.  The kid on the scooter scooted away, and yelled something along the lines of "Fuckin asshole" at the guy in the truck, so the guy driving the truck jumps out, and turns out to be like a 10 year old kid.  The kid has a giant fucking hockey stick and beats the guy on the scooter to death.  I get pissed, grab a piece of wood off the ground and charge the kid.  He hits me three times on the chest, then i chuck him in the throat, and kill him.  I woke up in the morning with bruises where the kid hit me in my dream.  And I didn't have those bruises before I went to bed...

And to make matters worse, I mentioned it to my mom, and she goes on this long rant on how everyone in my family has had some form of psychosis/out of body experiences/deja vu/ are just mentally ill out of their mind.  This was reaaaallly conforting.

Either way, I put a new desk in my room and it is sexy.  Now I'm off to hook up my Nintendo and finally beat Castlevania.  Bitches.