I actually went through with my words...

I went out and enjoyed life!
Blogspot is magical. It's like 'Ask, and you shalt recieve!'. My friend had a house warming, so what's more alluring than a brand new, empty apartment, full of teenagers on Friday the 13th?
It's just so tempting. But I feel insanely guilty for dropping my friends camera. And now I wish I had enough money to pay for the repairs, or a new one. I'll have to borrow from the parents. And to clear the air, I feel bad for actually fucking up my friends camera, not because of the money factor. I guess thats my come-uppance for not working and mooching of my parents. BUT THAT WAS NOT MY OWN PERSONAL CHOICE. My parents won't let me work, see? I need to get a job!
On another note, I'm trying to use all my positive attributes to seduce someone. MUAHAHAH. But seeing as I'm awkward and pathetic, it evens out wonderfully. ;D
But, like every Friday night/Saturday morning, I have very vivid dreams. Probably because I finally get enough sleeping time to go into that DEEP SLEEP frame. This time my Dad was this sadistic torturer mind-conquering nutjob who owned a store that sold torture-goods and guns and shit. My mum was all meek and just lived with Dad murdering people, my brother got into believing what he did was okay, and I was the revolutionary who keep getting tortured and made to dispose of the bodies because I kept trying to escape, change my families' minds, and stand up to my Dad. And, like the other dream I mentioned in a previous blog, I woke up bawling my eyes out. BUT I NEED TO STRESS MY DAD IS, IN NO WAY, LIKE HIS DREAM COUNTERPART. He is an amazing daddy and I love him =).
Then I had a second dream about myself being forced into arranged marriage, because I was a Mormon or something. And there was many Mormon volleyball games?
At least that dream wasnt fucked up.

So I ended my last blog with little things that make me happy. I woke up this... afternoon, saw the Froot Loops and squealed in delight. I'm an easy-to-please kinda woman =D