Here's something I wanted to post earlier, the dream I had last night. Now I don't care if you don't give a shit about my dreams or if you decide to psychoanalyse it, I'm typing it out anyway.
Here goes:

It all started in the middle of a desert with a giant hole filled with water in front of me. It wasn't an oasis, more like a mud-hole. Michael Moore was there (Bowling for Columbine) and he was flying a miniature plane. The plane got stuck in the water/mud and he asked me to help him get it out, so I did. And then he asked if I could push it back to his "space base." I agreed and then all of a sudden there were six samurais helping me push the (now huge) plane. We pushed the plane back to his base no problem. Upon arrival to the base I saw a ton of my friends (mostly from highschool) and we started talking. All of a sudden a space ship was beginning to lift off and I noticed a little girl with a teddy bear sitting underneath the jet engines. The ship took off, the girl was gone and I was sitting in my living room with my friend Tonya... and that was it... it was very odd.

I have another "date" tomorrow, expect a blog post about it.

I went on a date today (sort of... I don't really want to get into the specifics of it) at Dairy Queen.
Let me say right off the bat that it was pretty crappy. But that's probably because I was in a bad mood and not very talkative.
But, first off, we ordered, I forgot my wallet... That means she had to pay, I don't think she enjoyed that very much.
Secondly, I made a huge mistake by admitting that I thought the date wasn't going that well. That pissed her off.
Thirdly, she made the WORST joke in the world, and I told her it was bad (pissed off again bahaha)
and we really just didn't have anything to talk about (back to my not very talkative mood).

Oh well, maybe the next one will be better ;-)