My skateboard ;_;

I had such a nice dream this morning after my mom woke me up for the first time. And I actually remembered it ... wow 0_o. I met this goth skater somewhere. At first we hated each other and at this one point he wanted to kick my ass. Then somehow we became friends and he taught me how to ride the skateboard. We ditched first period to go skating. Ahh... I loved that dream. Then it somehow turned into my dog wanting to bite everyone. That one was weird. He would like... start licking my family in a frenzy then bite.

Anyway, I loved the dream and I decided that I wanted to go back to trying to ride my skateboard. So I go in the garage to look for it... and it's fucking gone -_-. I don't know where it is. My dad said I gave it away to my neighbors. Yeah right! Is that why I never let them play on it because I didn't want them messing with it?! I haven't seen it in a long time... after I decided that I didn't want to try it anymore. Now I do and it's gone. It probably got stolen one of the times our garage was left open. Maybe I'll ask my mom for a long board for my b-day (wow... my birfday is next Thursday). I'm so pissed off. Is that what the dream really meant?! That my skateboard dissapeared and I'll never ride it again?! I don't know.

Lately I've been posting on quite a few message boards. Ramble land is really... inactive and I don't know what to do to make it get out of that way. On this japanese oekaki I visited, I posted in romanji about 3 times and got a responce to one of them. I'm not sure if the girl will respond again.

I've been drownded in homework lately. But it's just busy assignments pretty much. I failed my gvt. test and I was so mad. I read the whole section and what's more, I knew all the material. At least I thought I knew it all before. I mean, it was about the enlightenment thinkers and the where the ideas for democracy game from, dammit, I know that ALL 0_o. My teacher assured me that my score(6/14) was just the median for everyone else, but that didn't make me happy. I have more GVT HW now and I read that all closely too. There'd better not be a test.

On a more cheerful note, I saw Keith yesterday (the dude who I inherited the bari sax from). He was visiting ^_^. Here's what happened when I saw him...

Me: KEITH!!!!! *runs up to Keith in a frenzy*
Keith: Lisa! AHHHH! He started to run away.
Me: GUESS WHAT?! I GOT YOUR BARI SAX!!!! It's mine! All mine!
K: ?!!
ME: DAMMIT! I had to wash your slobber out of it! I had to soak it in detergent for about an hour and keep scrubbing to get all the crap out of it and it turned a really weird color.
K: What?! You soaked the instrument ?!
Me: NO! Just the mouthpiece'
K: *phew*
And your SCREW! What the hell happened to the screw!? I want it! I need it! I don't care what you did with it.
K: Oh that, it broke off
(well, I knew that, so i left him alone. Then he went in search of out band directer ^_^).

Just when I thought I had enough of Keith for one day, he shows up in my speech class and "screeches me". Last year him and a few other guys would grab out sides and make us "squeak". But I don't squeak, I "screech". I SCREAM. So I slapped him once and then he did it again after he stayed in class for the whole time. Mrs Mansell was like "do you know eachother"? Because then I proceeded to slap him, punch him and throw his hat into the recycle bin. I have a feeling that that's not the last of him 0_o.

Today I'm spendign the night when Alexis and then going to San Francisco ^_^. I think I'll discuss that later...