Ok you may be wondering why I am up blogging at 7 am on a Sunday morning. Well the answer to that question is a simple one. I just woke up from a crazy ridiculous dream and I'm going to tell you all about it because atleast to me it made no kind of sense.
Ok I really don't even know how to describe this to anyone it was so bizarre. I'll try. So basically it begins like an episode of Home Improvement. Basically it was like my family was living inside of that show. Our whole life was life in Home Improvement. Anyway, so there's my immediate family and we are playing some type of game kind of like football but instead of a ball we were using like one of those jiggly jello souvenirs you get from gift shops. The ones that kind of shoot out of your hands. So anyway we played against another family that I knew from that one year I did a bowling league like 4 years ago.We lost to them but for some reason like it infuriated me. Like I feel as though the dream took place without giving me any background, because I was so pissed so I feel like we had had a history together and that wasn't our first time losing to that family. Anyway so after we lost my family went to Chuck E. Cheese's for lunch/dinner? We were sitting in the booth and balloons kept coming over to the table, and whenever I hit one out of the way it always hi someone either at another table or on the floor or whatever and they would come back and complain to my dad. So then my dad starts getting pissed at me for causing so much displeasure at Chuck E. Cheese's. So after already losing the game earlier, I guess this was the last straw for me.
Here's where it got weird.
So I was fed up and so I flip over the table at Chucky E. Cheese's and storm out of the place, except when I storm out I'm in the middle of Cheraw, South Carolina where my southern folks are from. I run away but for some reason I end up on my great-aunt's porch. So I'm trying to throw a television tantrum like kids do on TV when they get all mad and storm away then the parent comes and talks to them about how hard it is to be a kid and stuff. Have a tender moment and all.
So I think I must have done something to the lawnmower like thrown it in the midst of my tantrum so my dad comes outside with the handle from the mower like threatening to beat me and I start running and crying. The Home Improvement went to a commercial. Guess that was a cliff hanger episode.
So I realize this post is completely random and unorganized. There are several reasons I will give which may or may not be enough to save me from your judgment. One, it's 7:16...AM and I am awake, never a good thing. Two, I was rushing to type as quickly as possible s I wouldn't forget details. Three, I felt like making a sloppy blog and all of the misspellings and discontinuities are completely intentional. Or my favorite excuse, shutup and stop reading if you don't like it. BAM!