♠ You know, I'm pretty anti-social, but now, I'm starting to feel so lonely. I guess I'm going "emo," *laughs*.
In my dream, Brandy and I were going to play some game, it was new, and had to do with zombies. Well, the dead came back just like the game, and some of them tried to rob the house accross the street >> These zombies had their brains working. Then my mother picks me up, takes me down a high way, and all I want is to get back home to dads, so I can play the game with Brandy. She gets in a car wreck, and freaks out saying the world is doomed and that we're stuck there...Then my uncle Scott shows up and wants us to jump on a ride, so we can get to his car..
When I get up at four PM, my father goes to yell at me. He's yelling at the back door, telling me to keep going to the side of the house. "Dad." "What? Keep going, do you see him?" (As he's leaning on the door, as if I'm ouside) "Dad, I'm right here..." "Oh! Get outside, see if Kent's messing with the cable." So I walk outside, there's no one there. Dad says there's a cable that's moving from the back of the house to the front of the house (under the house) and that it's leaking into the house...Did I type that the bathroom and living room looks like it went through a tornado? Well, it did, table pulled back, junk on the floor. I try to get him to check his sugar level (he's diabetic), he's trying to p***k himself with the zipper of the case it's in, after a few minutes of this, he finaly lets me have the case back, and then the freaks out that he's bleeding after he gets the needle in, he's done this at least every day for four years, it shouldn't be weird anymore. So once I get a reading, the sugar level's at 252 (perfect is 70, he's normaly in the 100s), so I get Kent (he's the brother of the lady in the house next door) dad thinks Kent has blood on his hands. He thinks the paper on the floor is test strips, so Kent gets Karen (the lady next door) she calls the ambulence, so while the guys are here, he finds a dime, and says he's never seen anything like it before, he refuses to go with them. Also, they retake his sugar level, it's 190. Did I mention that somewhere in between all this, he pulls a hair off the couch and thinks it's that cable he's looking for? Later he thinks tissue paper are the needles for the blood sugar...I've like cried in confusetion and worry like three times now.
So I leave him alone, and call my best friend, to find that they have to move soon. Move? I can't even think about what I would be like if I didn't have her to keep me in check. I need some one to be my best friend, and that some one is her. I like all my friends (understand, Brandie, Lizzy, Gina, any other of my friends that are on and off here? I like you all.) but, I (Dad is now asking me how to use the phone) can't stand to think that she could leave. Not only I need her, brandie does too. So, I really hope you don't move too far. That get's me watering again. Dehydration...
Now, I have a headache, a major headache. Have I woken up from the nightmaire yet?
I'm going to go call Brandy, again.
Edit: Well, I didn't get to sleep till ten the next morning, and woke up "sick" from stress (like your stomach's locked up, you feel extreamly warm, and weak). So, I called and said I couldn't babysit (an entergetic ten year old and her [big] husky puppy) [I love huskies], twenty bucks, shot out of my hands real quickly on that one. ...On the flip side Pop is doing much better, although, he thinks that someone, "them," came into the house and messed with it. >>; ["No, daddy, you must have did that."]
So, I hope you're getting it better then I.
[*lonely,* talk to me!] ♠
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