So I wake up from the most amazing dream ever. I'm sleeping next to my best two friends in the world. I go to school, make friends with the nerd no one likes, start understanding the new material in my math class, and turns out i am beast at buying and selling stocks in my history class. I made a kick ass fork in the animations class. (Please donate to the soup sclerosis fund for forks that tried to be spoons and became hospitalized with this rare disease.) As soon as the bell rings to let out from school. My day went to shit. My friends were fighting, my dad was pissed, my phone was off so I missed a shit load of phone calls. And my room mate came back from being gone for 4 days, so much for privacy. I found out we now have a scale in the kitchen, that likes to remind us of the current weight of the family members by blinking them when there's motion detected in front of it. And my moms been a heartless bitch since I got home, And i have no clean shirts for tomorrow. But I walk into the living room, I see a plastic bag type thing on the back of the chair, and I pick it up. It's my DeviantArt shirt i ordered two fridays ago. Thank you deviant art. Ilu <3