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.