But still i try, i try, but i, i won't succeed

Things to do:
--SATs on Sat.
--Find prom dress
--Find prom date
--Study for "big chem test"
--Study for APs
--Start applying for scholarships

Things I did today:
--Sleep.
--Watch soap operas
--Briefly went dress shopping. Dresses sucked. The mall I went to sucked. Basically, everything sucks.
--Gracefully blew my snot-filled nose perpetually, and there was a lot of hawking-of-spit going on

Things I didn't do today:
--Go to school
--Scorn because I went to school

So yeah. I hate being sick. Although I do believe I am fully responsible. Because the other night I foolishly prayed for Him to make me sick so I wouldn't have to go to school. Well. I believe in Him. Heh. And I also believe I am screwed because I haven't been reviewing my vocabulary for the SATs. Taking them on Saturday. I hope I don't have gas or something that day. It'll be all quiet...

Anyway, so last night I was so tired I slept at 10:30. Before I slept, though I put on an extra pair of sweats over my pajama bottoms because I was cold. I slept good. And then when I woke up, that extra pair of sweats was on my pillow. How weird is that? I must have taken it off in my sleep. I wonder how the heck that can happen. That is so freaky. I wake up all cold. Gee whiz.

I also had this dream. It was about me being an agent, and I had to steal something from evil laundry guy. His house had all this laundry in it because he was in the dry cleaning business. You know how at the dry cleaners they have that rack that moves with all the clothes wrapped in plastic on it? Well that lined his house. It went all the way up to the second story of his house. So I climb it as fast as I can, swinging on the clothes, and I realize that they are prom dresses. Anyway I get up there. I run into a bedroom in the house, and I guess its one of his children. Its like a regular house, you can hear people run up and down the stairs. I assume something is happening, because I can hear a woman going into hysterics and lots of running up and down the stairs. So there is more of the racks of clothes, and I scramble in them, because I'm looking for a key or something. Then my sister is behind me. I know that she is my partner. I tell her to be quiet, but she starts to be loud. I tell her to be quiet again, with such urgency, but again she starts to be loud. Then I realize that she's betrayed me. So I hear running again up the stairs and the wind blows the door open. I peek out, and across the hall in another bedroom I see the evil-laundry guy is hidden behind the door looking in a drawer, and the wife is kneeling by the bed, so I take that as my opportunity to escape quick and run out of the house.

Before that I am school. Something is wrong. I can feel it; I just know it. So I'm talking to my friends and we are locked in the classrooms. We decide to go out. Turns out is armageddon or something. Suddenly there are wasps. Like you know, when Moses freed the Israelites he put that curse. And it scared me. The sky was dark. And then...

I'm at this theme park with my cousins. I get stuck babysitting. I think I lose one of them, I can't remember.

Anyway, that's all I remember. But I wish I could have more dreams like that. Because I felt like Sydney Bristow.