The Death-Mode

I'm going for what is probably going to be my last long bike-ride for a while. Summer school. Pshh. I"ve decided to make this the longest ride I've ever gone on. It's going to be about 45 miles to head up to Malibu. Had myself a good breakfast, and I'll be ready to go in 15 min. I meant to wake up earlier (around 830am), but was having such a horrible time going to sleep, that I had to drag myself out at 10am this morning. Wow. When you think that 10am is late, you aren't experiencing summer correctly.

Last night, Grace came home with Aaron, and they watched "Queen Live" really really loud. And no, that is not the Queen of England. Even watching "Queen (of England)" really loud would still be very quiet. I don't know how one can sip tea (in a polite and lod-lady-like manner) loudly. It's just not her style. But yeah, they LOOOOVVVEEE Queen. E----mo. They actually were watching it because they cancelled their plans to go see Pee-Wee Herman's Great Adventure at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary.

I had ridiculous dreams last night. Oh, wow.... Just remembered one of them - the first one. Dreamt my dad was planning my death. That was weird. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace was in it too. She was on my side though. Then, what else? I was definitely in the woods a lot. Then I went to this weird Sexbar place. It was obviously futuristic because it had robots. There was a very large Pirate's ship somewhere on the grass as well. Then I decided I wanted to go sky-diving, so I put on my suit and head down to the harbour. There were a lot of people and a lot of dolphins. The sky-diving plane closed for the night, but for some reason the rest of my dream was about me sky-diving. I died every single time. And the weird thing was, I didn't wake up when did (which normally happens). I just would reset, and sky-dive again. I would land on the ground and the moment before death, I had to press this button on my right temple, in order to not die permanently. God, I hate dying in dreams. It's so depressing.

Well, I guess I'm going to go get ready now. I most certainly hope I don't die, especially after I made so much fuss about Justin not dying while climbing Mt. Whitney tonight. Me dying would simply be a little rude.