i had a dream that a murderer was after me. the dream seemed like a sequel from another dream that i had a long time ago, but i don't know if that was imagined or if i actually had a prequel dream prior to this.

i bought the stars' album Heart. i also bought Hey Nostradamus!, Cat's Cradle and some jd salinger books. plus i helped my sister pick out a shitload of books. they will last us for a while.

I watched Erin Brockovich and Shipping News, (written by Annie Proulx, who also wrote the story of Brokeback Mountain). They were both pretty good.

yesterday morning, my sister and i went out to the park and then we floated over to the next apartment building's huge fountain and collected some smooth stones. we stole a bunch of them and came home and then painted them. they turned out beautiful. i'll post some photos laterrrrrrrrrrr.

i went driving and i don't suck at it. this is the best news in weeks.

... there's a lot of bad news involving OLP concert tickets, but i'm trying to erase my memory out of that. lalalalalala oblivion is the best medicine. it beats knowing shit that's too painful to think about.