"If only renting midgets was a possibility." I don't know what to expect from anyone anymore. I'm not so sure I want to know. I had a very unusual dream last night. Which is nice considering I don't dream nearly as much as I used too. So my dream begins with me driving this old, beat up truck we used to own. I'm driving along visiting all the people I know in my life. Finally, somehow I end up at a mall. I see Pat there with some girl, his soon-to-be wife. Pat and I continue to flirt some and before I know it we're chasing each other around this abandoned mall. I come upon this one store filled with nothing but pictures, paintings, and posters. It amazes me. I feel sort of comfortable there. Pat vanishes, so does his girl. I'm alone in there for a little awhile. Flash and I am suddenly at a friend's house. We're talking and drinking and smoking. I notice that she has a baby slung over her hip. And a few other children playing on the floor. This creeps me out for some reason, so I leave. I head to another friend's house just to find the same scenario. This again bothers me so I leave. It's now dark outside and I find a stuffed Kermit the Frog lying in the road by my truck. I pick it up and place it in the back of the truck. Flash again. And I am now on a bike racing a bunch of other people down a hill. The race ends just as I make it to Browns Avenue. And that's it. That's the entire dream. It makes no sense at all to me. Maybe. I don't know. I'm supposed to visit SEB today. I don't really feel like it. She's supposed to be my best friend, but sometimes I just don't want anything to do with her. This is how I am. I get tired of people quickly. Especially since I've been older. I don't know why, but I do. Maybe it's just all part of my emotionaless attachment to people. I like them around when I want them around, other than that, well leave me be. Wen called a few minutes ago. She sounds depressed. Unhappy. Bored. Etc. Why must people always feel the need to call me once they feel low as low can be? I'm the depressed one damnit. I'm the unhappy one. I don't need anymore burden. I don't know. I don't feel like calling her back now. I feel like pretending I'm not here so I don't have too. Wen's been pissing me off anyways. She has that affect now, I've noticed. She's ignorant. And spoiled. And angry. Very, very angry. I don't know. I just can't say I know what to do, because I don't. And I don't care. I'm going with the flow. Riding the wave. Floating my boat. Blowing my bubble. What have you. *Bang* Done for now.