I hope omens are for the foolish-hearted.

I had another strange dream last night. Involved the babysitter from Everwood in a dream within a dream and Patrick Dempsey but his character from Can't Buy Me Love. Weird. Then....get ready for this...I dreamt I lost a tooth. What is the significance of this? Well, at least in my culture, it is said to foretell a death. Last time my cousin dreamt he lost all his teeth and my mom's cousin died. What the heck is that? I don't know. But I was supposed to tell someone right when I woke up, but I didn't remember, so I just got up. But then I remembered and told my sister, and I took a shower to wash it away. Still, here I am, and I'm going to tell you too. Because... I hope nothing bad will happen.

After I woke up, I watched this Filipino movie my dad told my sister and I to watch. Whaddaya know. Romance/hardship-of-Filipino movie. It was good, but it was fuckin three hours long. But I think Piolo Pascual is my crush-of-the-month. Are you calling me a fob?

And now...its five o'clock and I haven't done any homework yet. Well. I'll sparknote Hamlet and see if it works. Otherwise I'll be reading for hours tomorrow after school. Eh...

But still. I hope dreams mean nothing.