People keep killing me in my dreams.

Recently I have been having some interesting dreams. If anyone could tell me why I am having them and like interpret my dream that would be awesome because this whole I think I’m dying thing isn’t fun or awesome.

#1
I was In a cemetary with J. We were running & skeleons were chasing us. Then J dissapeared & a person in all black cape was there and he choked me. I woke up worried because I couldn’t breathe good and my neck hurt. The reason I couldn’t breathe correctly was because my nose was stuffy. My neck hurt because i was laying uncomfortably.

#2
I don’t remember much of the dream except the end. I was laying on the floor and my head had something around it. There was a thing on the thing around my head that you turned and the person was going to make it squeeze my head really hard.

#3
I remember this one even less than 1 & 2. I was at a small hotel. It was really pretty inside. Someone there was trying to hurt me.

Maybe since I’m remembering less and less of each dream it means they will go away soon.

If he was a werewolf I would be dead by now.

• That is what I learned when I went and saw New Moon with J.
• Apparently I can be annoying.
• It was a good movie.
• I am definately team jacob.
• I don’t get the whole bony scrawny hot guy thing.
• I have only read the first two books so I think I will ask for the other ones for Christmas.
• It would be awesome if they could have made the werewolves look better.

I still hate driving.

People need to quit telling me I will become more comfortable with it once I do it more.

I didn’t get my license until it was 22 1/2 years old.

I didn’t actually drive by myself until a monthish after getting my license.

My friend whose house I was going to drive to for my first solo drive had to convince me I wasn’t going to die in the 9 minute drive from my house to his house.

My grandma who has been driving since forever doesn’t like driving.

I’m not bad at it, but I don’t think I will ever like doing it.

I would like a real bike but this is okay.

In July I graduated from college. My parents were going to buy me an awesome old looking bike. Unfortunately they had to spend all of thier money on someone who still feels it’s okay to complain about it. I also haven’t gotten a birthday present because they are spending all their money on person who still complains. (& Christmas will also be small even though person still likes to make complaints.)

(I’m not trying to sound bratty, but it is kind of hard when someone is spending all their money on you and none on other people and you still complain. & I didn’t even get a birthday or graduation card.)

Anyways…

We have an bike in our exercise room. I’m trying to use that every day. I kind of suck at consistently exercising, but I seem to do pretty good with this bike thing. I think it’s because I can do other stuff while doing it. (Right now I’m writing this post and biking at the same time.)

I guess it doesn’t matter right now that I don’t have a real one right now since it is too cold.

Ps. It isn’t so much the spending money on her and not me that bothers me. It’s the she still complains after all they do.

Yes, I really am old enough to be a substitute teacher.

Friday was my first day as a subsitute teacher. I was called after school already started. The lady on the phone asked if I was busy. I said no. She asked how soon I could get there. The middle school I had to go to was really close so that was good. When I went to the office I walked in and told the people there who I was and they had kind of an odd look on thier face. (1st time I thought the title)

I was there at the end of first hour/period/class/ whatever you want to call it. The lady who was there before me told me what she did and left. There were mumbles of she’s our sub/she can’t be a sub and confused faces. (2nd time I thought it)

Two of the classes had another teacher there so I didn’t actually have to do much with the students. I during the two class periods I graded papers.

During the last class I had to go to a different room. The other classes were 7th graders. This one was 8th. When I walked in there was more surprise and I once again thought the title of this post.

One thing I learned is students really need to not laugh when subs mispronounce someones name. During one of the classes I had to do it. The names were written by the teacher and not on a computer. I couldn’t really read her handwriting so trying to figure out thier names was kind of difficult.

It was kind of wierd be a teacher in a school that I used to be a student at. It also seemed odd having people call me Ms. Last Name.