Heart Cooks Blog.

I had kind of a seemingly short-lived weekend. I woke up Saturday morning with a Medusa-esque afro atop my head due to moisture in my hair folicles and lots of tossing and turning in my bed. This made me slightly glad that Saira post-poned me going over her lovely abode. So, instead, i waited there all day for nothing. Eventually, my friend Anthony invited me to invite him to come over that night and sleep over. I told him this would damage the schedule for arriving at Saira's house, but he said he would leave early. I woke up in the middle of the night with an alien trying to come out of chest. Luckily, my mom gave me some medicine and the alien settled down. (No, i'm NOT going to explain that metaphor to you.) So Anthony left a little late in the morning because we both went to bed at around 2 AM. This, however, did not affect my plans with Saira. She was still getting ready when Anthony left. So, i went over, and i watched the whole Saw movie for the first time. Pretty good. Mysterious and stuff. Oh c'mon! Tell me you've never wanted to see cut his own foot off! And it's Wesley from The Princess Bride!  Had a nice day over at Saira's. My brother came home and is still being a bum, not going anywhere, telling himself to do his homework. I have quite a bit of homework, too. Saira's walking home from school with me again tomorrow. How fun. Oh, the agony.

Night On The Blog.

So, it is, in fact, 2:43 in the morning. And i am STILL awake. Reason being, i had a mountain dew and a Java Chip Frappucino ice cream just a little bit ago. I also had grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner at around 11:30 PM. Also, i have off for the next four days, so who cares? It's technically Valentine's Day right now. And i'm not going to say another word about it. Okay, i am. I do, indeed, have a Valentine. HOWEVER (comma), she has been grounded a bajillion times in the past week(twice), and cannot even speak to me on the phone today. Bad grades, and an argument. Hey, we're fourteen-year-olds, that's what we do. I need not dwelve into detail on the subject. I had three dreams today. I woke up in the middle of the night at around 2:30-3:00 AM last night, thirstier than a fish in the Sahara. My mother, being nocturnal, was still awake, and greeted my drowsy apparition with an appropriately motherly look. I took the last swig of cranberry-grape juice, and went off to sleep. I woke up AGAIN at around 8 AM, and reported to my mother a very silly dream. It had something to do with my family performing a sitcom and making fun of how pretzel sticks are served everywhere, schools, and offices. Anyways, after realizing that it was the dumbest dream i have ever had, and it really wasn't worth reporting to my mother, i went back to my bed. I have come to realize my dreams happen most frequently when i sleep for short periods of time. Perhaps when i sleep overnight, i am too tired to think, due to my terrible sleeping habits. Anyways, i then have ANOTHER dream. Having talked to Saira the day before about hanging out at my house, it was inspired by that. She was over my house, on a grey, mucky Winter day(much like today). I went in my room to get something, and i ended up doing a whole bunch of stuff in there. I changed my clothes, talked to my brother, had a family gathering, played board games, went to a market somewhere on a far-away highway with my Uncle Tom, went on a subway, and came back. I sat down next to Saira, now laying cozily in a blanket on my couch. I smiled at her as if i had been there the whole time, and she grabbed my dog and told her, "Yesh, mommy's upset." And i'm pretty sure that was it. I was glad when i woke up, released of the firm belief that i had ruined my friendship. I sprung from my bed once more, and it was brighter out this time. It was 12 AM. And yes, my mom was still awake. Well, she was cleaning all morning, and when she cleans, SHE CLEANS FOREVER. Anyways, she was just sitting there, somberly, with a magazine in hand, glasses on, hair wet from a shower. She always seemed so much more serious after her showers...or she was just exhausted. I walked through my hall way, announcing myself with, "And here is Luke Wilson, reporting another dream." She sighed. I laughed, and went on to explain my nightmare. I guess you can consider it a nightmare. It sure as heck wasn't a happy dream. I played video games all day today. One game in particular, one i hadn't played in years. My brother stayed home from Sunday night until Friday morning this week because of the snow, it was wonderful. And he's coming back tomorrow night. How fun. So, i am supposed to hang out with Saira Wednesday morning, when her grounding is relieved. It seriously has taken me 40 minutes to come up with a decent title for this blog...you better like the finished product.

Sad, Sappy, Blogger.

I stayed home from school today. Reason being, my mom woke me up, and i couldn't talk. She repeated herself, "Luke, are you going to get up?". All i responded with was, "I..tire..", which means 'I'm Tired' in half-asleep dialect. I tried to explain to her that nothing important was going on in school today through slurred, hardly understandable speech. You know, i try to relate the  culture references in the titles of my blogs to the actual subjects of my writing, but sometimes the topics can be so random and shifty, that you can't really describe it. So i just go with what sounds cool at the moment. Whenever i don't go to school, i wait until around 2:40 PM, until my friend Nick usually passes by, on his walk home from school. I might say hi, or wave, or just marvel at the fact that he can't see me, but i can see him. I guess i'm just creepy. A creepy, lonely stalker. But hey, aren't we all? I like when they use classical instruments in modern indie rock songs. Organ, accordion, violins and other string instruments, banjos...Well, banjos are hardly classical, but they're different. I love that music. Arcade Fire has a lot of classical instruments. They rock. Listen to the Super Bowl charity commercials for Haiti for one of their songs. Or just listen to this song - - - > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jq6M4PWKvq4

The Blog That Ate Itself.

I am listening to an album called "The Fruit That Ate Itself", hence the title. Hence. I love that word. Hence, hence, hence. Today, i gave my shirt to Saira to wear at her request. Apparently my shirts have some wonderous aroma about them. Anyways, i watch this dude's video blog every day on Youtube. He uploads one video every day of the day before and what he filmed from it. He's a bearded man, with three kids, and one on the way. He's really funny, and my friend Anthony watches him too. Uh, i'm not quite sure what to write now. I guess the blog really fits the title-----..........

Shut Up, I Am Blogging.

My beautiful mother is vaccuming. I try and try so hard to enjoi music through these big, cheap-o headphones, but the joyful music is still accompanied by the irritating scream of the darn thing, sucking dirt. Sounds like a terrible job, sucking dirt. If i was any household appliance, i'd be a telephone. I'd never get lonely. So, my friend Nick got a facebook. One more poor, lonely soul sucked into the world of the facebook addiction. So, i am currently in my third relationship. Schedule an appointment with Mr. Wilson if you really feel like getting the details. I don't feel like waiting for all these albums from my favorite bands to come out this Spring. I'm looking forward to the warmth of the season, and the warmth of my heart whilst listening to the beautiful new ditties my favorite artists have conjured up. I tried indenting this blog to follow the proper training i was given throughout my days as a student, but it did not let me. Valentine's Day is coming soon. Big flippin' whoop. I enjoyed that horrid holiday for the first time two years ago, in sixth grade, for a brief span of time. Now i am on the line between the side that says i'm terrified of the holiday and wish it wouldn't happen, and the other side that says i don't give a crap about the holiday and wish to ignore it. It depends. Depends, depends, depends. Diapers. No, you cannot be my Valentine. Despite my despising of the holiday, the word Valentine is cool. I'm planning on renting Big Top Pee Wee with my sister and watching it tonight. I've never seen it in my life, and she hasn't seen it in forever, so there. In the spirit of things, i was browsing the YouTube for videos of Pee Wee appearances on television and other weird things about him. He's hilarious, in my opinion. I can never truly and fully share all my thoughts with anyone directly. It would kill them with boredom. I can try and share them with close family members, but still, some thoughts are just too much information, unnecessary, and no one really cares. So, i either just think about them to myself all day, or cram them into a blog. Some people are really sick in the mind. Or stupid. Why can't anything in this modern world be innocent? Good? Not bad? For Peter's Sake. I want to make cookies now. Listen to the Dodos.