Summer Diary: I hate dreams sometimes

I decided I am going to blog my summer out. Every friday, I am going to write out what I did throughout the week. And I decided only on fridays because Im not sure how exciting my summer will be. I definitely want to do two things though. Make sure I blog the complete summer starting from the day I got my tat... (Oops that was last week...) till the end of summer which is when I start school (August 28) LOL this is funny... I started blogging again last week... Aint that funny... Anywho...

So this is going to be my first post...

I have a tat. Wanna see?

It represents a few things... Mainly this: Changes. I hope I dont have to explain that. I think you guys are smart enough to figure out how a butterfly signifies changes.

Oh... by the way. I'm spiteful. :-/
Yeah, I kinda got this out of spite. Among other reasons but thats the one I'm a little ashamed of. Can't go into that but there's definitely a story coming up soon about it... Oh shit... Actually thats another thing... I forgot to tell ya... But I wont be posting my stories up here anymore. I'm doing a LOT of copyrighting this summer and quite frankly, I just shouldnt put my stuff online. So yeah thats another project.

Along with the diary, the copyright project, I plan to go on some weight training. I need to get my body right and summer is actually the best time to start. The heat helps you more than you think...

BTW, to all the folks who doubted me saying that winter was horrible and summer will be worse... Why are we touchin 90 degree weather in April and May???

Dream #1: This is from wednesday night...

I dreamt with mice. Creepy little things. My mother and I were doing something, and all I remember was me asking her why were we giving mice to people? She babbled something when I realized these little suckers were ALIVE. OMG. I woke up crying hating it. I was touching these things and they were moving in my hand. Then on top of that one of them ran loose and ugh... I just felt so claustrophobic. I hate mice!!! Cant stand them. My feet just got squeamish... Yeah, my feet have feelings too... They REALLY hate mice.

So there I was bagging them and that little bastard went running around while I chased it so I could return it to its proper bag... I found out its meaning online and omg... I hate dreams sometimes...

Anyway I dont promise to post everyday but I plan to post at least twice a week. I want to keep my mind fresh. So wazup? What's going on out there???