Dubey Doo

Dubey dubey doo...Wow, guys. I'm bored. And my tummy feels funny. Whatever. Today was sooooooo boring. I watched like, three movies. OH. And I had a fucking weird dream that involved a haunted car-ride thing, bodybags and shit, and my dad shooting me with a shotgun as a ran really fast with a large suitcase across a field. I dunno. I just said "fuck it" and I woke up. I have weird dreams sometimes. But yeah, I watched a couple of movies and I talked to Bryant and Lisa and I laughed while people died on my TV. Yay! My mom says if I get good grades in math I can get a celly. I think I'm better off buying one. LOL, with the money I spent on clothing. I found a $20 bill, so I need to go spend that... Along with a Wal-Mart card I got. I think it's $15. I think I'll buy a CD or some underwear. Maybe a candle holder or a pillow. Wow. I can but a lot of stuff with $15. I like Bryant, so I think I'm gonna go hang out with him later this week. How, I don't know, but my journal entries are fucking long so later days, homies. Goodnight!