I have no homework.
Well, I have ITAL... But I did Math homework while my teacher gave the lesson and I kicked butt on my essays last night, though only one of them was due today...
I have some things to tell you!! I need to catch up! I keep writing them down in my journal to give to Mason but I forgot to post it on here.
Firstly, I aced a math test and got a B on my recent Italian test...
Lastly, a couple nights ago, I was having crazy ass, scary ass nightmares. I mean... when you wake up after them, you feel like you don't want to pass back out again. Yet I managed to, which was nice.
My first nightmare was about zombies. And you know how I HATE ZOMBIES!!!! Especially ones that look WAY TOO REALISTIC!! Here's what happened:
KILLING ZOMBIES @ GRANDMA'S HOUSE:
I think we were in a simulation because some scenes would reset. But beside the point, I was at my grandma J's house. At first, I and the main character from the video game "The Walking Dead" (Lee) were hiding in the kitchen as we waited for some zombies to leave. They all were outside, wanting to get inside. However, if they didn't see our silhouette, we were safe.
After a while, Lee poofed somewhere. I don't know where, but he left and soon I was with my entire family: My grandma, grandpa, uncle, mom and dad. Then there was me. We all had weapons. Of course, my grandpa wouldn't listen to us when zombies were checking out the house; we'd tell him to shut up but he'd talk so LOUDLY! And when we had to duck and get our shadows out of the sunshine, he wouldn't move to the floor. He'd just SIT there!
Sounds like him in real life, doesn't it, family? Not abiding by the rules one bit.
As I was saying, we were struggling. We were running out of ammo, people were getting scared, when SUDDENLY...
... The zombies went away and everyone was outside. It was sunny and bright and we were goofing off with this big, giant, monstrous semi-truck that I called "Optimus Prime." I mean, the bastard was MASSIVE! I don't remember who was driving it around, but I was watching it from the street and cheering it on.
Like, literally... Just this huge semi-truck was parked in front of my grandparents house and we began playing with it as if we weren't scared of zombies anymore. There were none at the time! However, that was about to change...
Something unlatched the bed of the truck with the truck itself. The truck rolled away, leaving the bed and its carrier lying still. The bummer was, the carrier's doors FLUNG open and inside... were TONS of zombies... They weren't moving. They were sprawled on top of each other as if they were dead and unable to come back to life. But mom warned me, "Be quiet." as we tip-toed back to the house.
That didn't help.
The zombies SPRUNG to life and they all fled out from the carrier. We ran hard and fast to the house. I got there first and hid inside. But where did my mom go? I went back outside and watched a swarm of zombies get together in a frantic group. My uncle began crying and pointing at the crowd of undead corpses, claiming that my mom was trapped.
She was already dead and gone. We couldn't do a single thing to save her life.
Now we were doomed. People were being killed and knocked off of our survival list. When we went back inside, the zombies knew we were there, and the house was practically busting from the seams! We ran out of ammo, there was time wasting, we tried to hide; no good.
I decided to check on the back door leading to the garage. That was about to get pushed open from all the zombies trying to get in. I tried pushing them back but I got grabbed! I tried getting loose yet they were so strong! Too strong to be normal undead, rotten-fleshed zombies!
It was too late. I was dragged outside and they began feasting on my bones. I, surprisingly, wasn't really panicking. All I screamed out was, "Restart the system! They got me!"
And that's where it ended.
My next nightmare was WORSE. Here's how this one went:
LUCIFER'S IN MY HEAD:
The title speaks for itself; this nightmare was very satanic and scary as eff-yew-cee-kay. I did NOT like it one bit... I was scared ess-ach-eye-tee-ell-ee-ess-ess when I woke up. I wanted to write Mason a quick letter before falling asleep again, but it didn't take long for me to pass out.
I was in my own house, minding my own business until I found these papers in the computer room. What had happened was... these supposedly "harmless papers" had satanic scriptures written on them. I felt if I were to nail them up on a wall, reeeeally bad stuff would happen.
So I did it.
Aaaaaand really bad stuff DID happen.
I was delusional and seeing satanic symbols and a person crucified on my kitchen's wall and there were voices, nonstop, all around me and the lighting would go back and forth; from normal to red.
I finally realized that what I had done... was super incorrect.
Out of the blue, I became religious. I ran back up to the papers, in which were nailed on the wall, and took out this "holy knife" from NOWHERE, and began cutting them up. I kept saying, "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave!"
After a good, what felt like, hour... the satanic crap stopped and the papers were destroyed.
The End!
It was a full moon those last couple of nights (even on my birthday :D). My Swedish friend on IMVU blamed the full moon for our nightmares. I might have to agree.
Another crazy thing that occurred... but it happened TODAY...
Our new Italian tutor is named Forrest.
YUP!
I met a Forrest today!!
He was introduced to us during class from our teacher. He's a majorly big time white boy; American. His home state is New Mexico. Yet he is a very good speaker in Italian. :)
I HAD to let Mason know that our all time favorite movie's main character's name was the name of our ITAL tutor.
Awesome... Indeed.
That's it! Glad you got a longer post today? :P
