There I was, sleeping peacefully, having a lovely dream about something. Seeing as your brain is deprived of the chemicals needed for memory during sleep, I don't remember most of the dream. But I do remember the end. I was walking out of a huge party (it looked like some celebrity thing to be honest), dressed up and glamorous in a slinky red dress, with bigger breasts than I thought my mind would try to pass off as my own, and someone said "Smile!!!". I turned to face their camera and FLASH!!!

That woke me up. "What the...?"

I literally dove out of my bed onto the floor. I thought a car had hit my windows, or the building was falling, or WWIII had begun in the parking lot. It was that loud.

When I recovered my half-awake wits I went to the window and saw the incredible rain. That put it all together for me. Amazing how dreams can incorporate the real world sometimes.

I tried to go back to sleep but I thought about how cool it but be outside. I used to walk home from school in the rain, and I try to play it in when I can...as prior entries have shown, I love puddle hopping. In the warm weather wearing sandals, it's even better. No, I didn't go outside. I stayed in. I closed the windows (I live on the basement floor, the rain was bouncing off the cement outside right into my room.), and stared at it all for a while, then unplugged my computer. I have a surge protector, but I don't think it's quite good enough sometimes. And I'm so protective of my computer.

Today was eventful, even if I didn't GO anywhere. The spider that's been prowling my room made another appearance. But I went for a tissue and by the time I got back he was gone. Eventually he'll just drop dead and I'll find him somewhere that'll disturb me more than killing him ever would have. Kristen bounced happily into my room to tell me she's having surgery on Monday. I asked if she needed a ride. I'll probably try to convince her she does...she'll probably be miserable afterwards and I'd hate for her to drive into something. She disturbs me a little sometimes. ;)

I talked to my mother -- she picked up her new car today. My sister went with her.

Ann: Jeeze, Kathy, you should see this car!
Me: It's an old-people car, right? Silver Buick with a grey interior?
Ann: Yeah, I couldn't believe it!
Me: Ask Mom if they're moving to Florida...

As for April Fool's? Kris and I decided that Walter needed a secret 'friend'. It isn't quite perfect, he heard Kris laughing in the kitchen and came over to bitch at us at 2am...but I think he'll go for it. ;) We're just SOOOOO evil sometimes. But Kris is made at him, so this is a great harmless revenge. I could go forever without telling him, but she'll die in a week. She's just too nice.

It occured to me today that I have been EggWitches for five years. I came up with it in the beginning of tenth grade, and I got the screen name only a month or so after that. I've been EggWitches forever! But that really only means that I get tons of junk mail and EVERYONE wants to know WHAT an EggWitch is.

I don't know. I guess it's just the little extrovert inside me, screaming to get out. Most of the time she does get out, so I don't know WHAT my last sentence really means. Just like I don't know what EggWitches really means. I just know that it feels right. It feels like me by now.

Plural.

The screaming little extrovert, and the egotistcal little introvert. The happy sophmore, and the uncertain genius (I test genius, but I can't picture words spelled to me aloud. I need to write them down, among other things which make me doubt the validity of such brain tests). The brain-donor and the scholar.

Maybe I need a whole other entry for this thought. It's 4am, I should just write it as tomorrow's.

Damn, I wish I knew who Cartman's father was...