Weekends.

My weekends are far from exciting. Every weekend is similar like the other. Sleeping in till 10 a.m, browsing the internet, playing video games, jamming on Daphne, homework, and back to sleep. The only exciting thing was sleeping which was completely out of the ordinary. Usually I don't remember any of my dreams unless they compose "unrated material" (if you know what I mean) but when my dreams are random, I tend to have a brief memory of it.

I wonder if my dreams were trying to tell me something. All I remember was using an elevator that brought me 5 minutes to the past. (similar to Bill and Ted's magical telephone booth) Maybe I was trying to tell myself to change my bet from the Cardinals to the Steelers in the last 5 minutes of the game. Who knows...

Currently Listening to:

You're more beautiful than anything than in this world
More precious than a very star in a pearl
And even though it didn't work out together
You're still my sunset, set, set.