Even heroes have the right to dream...

I'm listening to Superman by Five For Fighting, and why is he digging for Kryptonite? It makes him sick.
Okay, I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream that I was in Wellness but they were playing the dumb game that I didn't know how to play so I left and Stacey was in art so I just went in and Mr. Lamers was insane or something, because he was smiling really weird the whole time and didn't care that I just barged in on his class. Anyway, I was like to Stacey "you wanna skip class" (wait...that really did happen! Kidding) Anyway, we went out through the art room door and were going to go around to the front door, for some reason (which doesn't make any sense because the gym is right by the entrance) anyway, Mr. Anderson found us and went all evil and I think he had a gun but I'm not sure, and was telling me how I was such a bad influence on Amanda and Kerri and how he trusted me not to skip class and how I betrayed his trust.
Anyway, Stacey ran away and left me alone so Mr. Anderson was chasing me and was going to kill me and I lost him finally and was hiding under a deck and I saw some Nazis hanging out by a plane and I was like "I didn't know FLCS had their own plane!" but it turns out we were all just prisoners and Mr. Anderson was an evil Nazi (which actually isn't far from the truth!)
Here was my day:
In science Heidi was in a bad mood and was mad at Mr. Zaluski and Rachel and she was muttering random things to herself like "I fucking hate Rachel! Grrrrr" and "Mr. Zaluski is a fucking jerk" only she said fucking like Ryan does, like "fcking". It was funny.
Math was boring.
Wellness I didn't play cuz of my cold but didn't get to go to the weight room so I read and listened to music in the gym. I finished Letters From The Inside today! But more on that after.
Jazz band was stupid and boring. She kept telling me to swing the notes but it was a moderate rock beat, so that means NO SWINGING! And I have a solo and she was like "play it less white". Does that not sound like a racist term? I was like "is that racist?" and she's like "no, should it be?" Honestly, I am the only person against racism around here.
Then I missed English for band. I don't like Miss Menzie AT ALL. And this isn't like with Mr. Gibney where I didn't like him cuz he was stupid but really I liked him. I just don't like her. Mr. Anderson isn't good at picking teachers. Mr. Ruetz, and then Mr. Zaluski, and now Miss Menzie.
French was super fun today. We read from voyage vers l'ouest and for some reason started talking about drugs, but I'm not sure how that came about. We talked about it for like half an hour. And then we started talking about The Passion of the Christ. I got 95 on my pronunciation test. W00t!
And that was my day.
Oh yeah I almost forgot (actually I did and had to come back and edit) to write about Letters From The Inside. Okay, when we found out Tracey was in a max security prison, she stopped writing because Mandy found out but Mandy kept writing and writing until she wrote back, and then near the end all of a sudden Mandy just stopped writing and Tracey was sending her all these letters but she never wrote back, and YOU NEVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS! Seriously, its SO STUPID! But the actual book was really really good. Now I'm going crazy thinking about what happened. Here's my theory: Mandy is actually one of the prison guards and has a fetish for Tracey but Tracey hates all the guards so he can't talk to her so he pretends to be a fifteen year old girl.
That must be it.
So anyway, I found this thing called the Anarchist's Cookbook on the internet and it tells you how to hack, pick locks, make bombs, "yummy marijuana recipes" and other fun stuff like that. It's kind of funny actually. Read the "Fun In K-Mart" article.
So apparently Usher is in a movie now. At least its not autobiographical like 50 Cent and Eminem, and is just an excuse for yet more publicity. His is kind of a romantic comedy I think.
Must go, later homies.