Anyone who reads this entire blog, considers it, and gives me a relevant comment gets a cookie. No wait, a muffin.

<center><b>Sleep and Dreams:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99BBFE; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">I haven't been getting a lot lately, mostly due to my dreams. Last night, I dreamt I beat the hell out of my brother. I was actually enjoying more than I should have been.

The night before, if you remember, I dreamt of <i>her</i>.

So I've decided to start keeping a record of my dreams, as they seem to be getting more and more significant in meaning, as well as obscurity.

I could easily explain the dream with my brother: he's a prick.

The one with the girl: well, I still have feelings for her, and I strongly believe she does too. She leaves subtle clues all about that give me the slightest bit of hope.

And it's kinda funny, because it's stupid little things that would usually mean nothing. Like those dumbass surveys people post in MySpace bulletins.

"Do you miss anyone?"

"Yeah…"

The ellipsis after the "yeah" is enough for me.

But trust me, that isn't the only thing that gives me this hope. There's much more, but I won't get into detail. Suffice it to say, my best friend(whom is female) is kind of my very own spy; she gathers intel and reports it back to me. According to her, this girl talks about me a lot. Even at her birthday party(which I wasn't invited to<font color="red">*</font>). She also told me that she only talks about me when certain people aren't present, which I thought was kinda weird(I think some of her friends aren't happy with the thought of her missing me, so she hides it).

*sigh* I haven't talked to her face-to-face in months, and it sucks. The last time I talked to her was about two weeks ago over AIM. She just kinda randomly started talking to me, saying stuff like, "Well, I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing, I haven't talked to you in forever."

Oh, what to do, what to do *twiddles thumbs*

More on this as it develops.

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<center><b>OGame:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">Yeah, I started one today. I already suck at it, my mines are only like level 5 and 4, I just built my shipyard, and well, I suck.

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<center><b>Music:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">Good songs I'm hooked on currently:

Vermillion Pt. 2 - Slipknot

Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

Breath - Breaking Benjamin

Medicate - Flaw

Stupid MF - Mindless Self Indulgence

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<center><b>Job:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">So I quit my job a few weeks back, but my ex-boss calls me up today and asks me to write a letter of resignation for him, and include details as to why I quit. So I write it, really taking the effort to leave out the stuff I really wanted to say, like:

YOU'RE A FUCKING DUMBASS SANCTIMONIOUS MEGALOMANIACAL ASSHOLE PRICK WHO COULDN'T RUN A SUMMER CAMP INTO THE GROUND.

But your wife is nice.

-Mike

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<center><b>Random Image:</b></center>

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Yeah, I really have no idea.

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I'm getting sick of writing long blogs and having no one read them, y'dig?

<font color="red">*</font>It was an all-girl party :P