Is this a dream or is this a dream>????????!!>? speaking of dreams...

Ladies and gentlemen we are on schedule!
I'm so proud.
It's the little things that count :D

In the topic of being on time, I actully wrote the 'title' for this post yesterday. So writing my blog right now... I have no idea what the title is about.
Oh!
I think I was talking about how its a dream that I posted on time...?
Yeah.
That must be it.

And speaking of dreams! I'm on my periodddddddddddd~!
How is this relevant you ask? Well, it usually drains my energy on the first day and makes me feel sick and tired, so I ended up taking a nap. Its usually lasts for an hour or more, and I hate these afternoon naps. Because what happens is that I wake up confused, unaware of time and space, wandering how time I've lost, what happened and where everybody is. The first thing I always do when it happens is always call out for someone. Yesterday when I woke I called out for my mum, totally confused and scared. That's the thing about these naps. It rejuvenates me but it makes me feel worried, confused, lonely and scared. So after wandering around my house calling after my mum, I settled down and did whatever I did yesterday.
Is it just me that gets this? This, confusion?
hmm

Another note worthy thing is that I found some nicely priced Legend of Zelda Ocarina of time 3ds games on amazon and I am desperate for them. With Papa in china, the economy is different in money value and I'm praying like crazy that he buys it for me. I've already begged for it on kakao and after making my clear statement of 'If you don't buy it, I won't love you anymore. I'll hate you.", he agreed to buy it. After that I told him I loved him with shit loads of emoticons.
See that? That's how you get what you want. you give them the stick then the carrot. In my case, harass, threaten, then compliment. Throw the plate and the cutlery before you throw the cake.
Actually, I threw the cupcakes first, and when that didn't work, I did the other stuff.

Threats are the best, especially if the other person values what you threaten.
And that's all for today!
Other than cutting my finger while cutting onions and wasting my time on the city because some bullshit people and feeling shit about my 'art', there really is nothing to report on with my silly excuse for a life.
merrrrp
man who really reads my shit?