enity of this lovely Sunday and went and read under the shade of a tree in Cerritos Park East. I listened to my dad ramble on for a while about the fundraiser carnival that my sister's drumline group had put together. He talked about the different carnival booths and the different people that attended. I was slightly bummed that I hadn't been able to make it. I made a fairly worthwhile dent in my Fast Food Nation English project by figuring out which quotes I’m going to be analyzing. When I woke up this morning, I slowly made my way into the family room and dropped onto the couch. My mom was already up and was watching this Sandra Bullock movie called Practical Magic. It was pretty lame; it was about a family of witches that were not acce
pted by the townspeople around them and about this vampire that falls in love with Sandra Bullock's slutty witch sister. They accidentally kill the vampire but bring him back to life so that they don't go to jail but he tries to kill them again so they kill him... again. And then they bury him but his spirit haunts them and this deputy guy comes to investigate the disappearance of the vampire guy (nobody knows, except for the witch family, that he was a vampire) and the cop falls in love with Sandra Bullock's character, Lucy but then he is like 'oh snap, she's a witch' and he gets freaked out but some stuff happens, they become friends with their community , blah blah blah, they kill the vampire spirit, they save the community, she falls in love with the cop guy and they live happily ever after. As honestly bad as the movie was, it deserved an academy award (or w/e award they give to movies) compared to Dadnapped. Dadnapped is the single worst movie ever in the history of movies. I think I died a little from watching it. Emily Osment plays an annoying daughter to the writer of a beyond lame book series and they are forced into 'wacky adventures' along with their other equally as untalented costars from the Disney channel. For being a Disney Original TV movie, this was still a disappointment. I created a new Pandora station today using 
ght I actually had nightmares, which is super odd because even as a little kid I almost never had nightmares, but to have three all on the very same night was very odd, well actually only one of them was a nightmare, the other two were just normal, actually they were almost like dreams that I would kill to have them become true, but back to what I meant, I never have nightmares, I’m not scared of the monsters, in the closet or 'the thing under the bed' but I tend to have nightmares where the bad things is a bad thing that could potentially really happen which I personally think is a billion times more frightening then any notion of a 'bogyman'. The first one started with me, my sister, and my parents driving in our little Toyota Echo, and for some reason or another my parents really wanted some newspaper but it wasn't delivered to our house that day so we saw a house that had it on the front porch so we were going to go steal it from that house. As we were getting out of the car to gab it, it started pouring rain and the wind was so ridiculously strong that we were fighting not to be blown away. Suddenly my friend Dianna and her cousin emerge from the house and invite me and my sister inside, so I start to get out of the car when I notice that my mom is talking to the boy I like and I get super scared and bolt into Dianna's house. I wasn't outside anymore but it was like I switched views and was now this odd third person view that was watching my mom talk to the guy I like and as soon as I had darted past them he called my name but I hadn't stopped and he turns to my mom and says, "is Sabrina ok?" and my mom is like "that's just what teen girls do" and then he says, "well, tell her that I’m sorry for what happened to her" and then it was back to normal first person view and I’m in Dianna’s backyard by her pool under some sort of awning that is protecting us from the horrible weather and we were going to go into the pool but I saw my mom through a window so I run into their kitchen and she is like, "that boy really likes you" and I just shrug and walk into a bedroom and sit down in this chair and a random cat jumps on my lap. While I’m stroking it, The guy I like walks by the window and stops and looks in and I pretend not to see him so since he thinks I’m not looking at him, he keeps staring into the window and I just act all calm and say some random thoughts aloud like, "I like him too but I’m just so nervous" and a few other odd tidbits, and then I woke up. In my second dream I was at school and was selling something, but I can't remember what, to these kids and they are being super bossy and rude so I yell at them and walk away but they start chasing me so I run into Mr. Isenberg's room and hide under a table and the boy I like is in there and he is like, "what are you doing in here?" so I explain and he feels very bad for me so he hugs me, and he smells like a very nice shaving lotion (which now that I think about it, is kind of weird because he doesn't shave his beard...) but then he helps me out the window and we get in his little blue truck and we started driving to his house so that he could hide me there and then I woke up which strongly upset me because I really was enjoying that dream. My third dream by far is the freakiest. My parents were working at this weird meat factory and they don't just chop up cows and pigs but they were chopping cats and this one guy hadn’t taken the time to knock the poor cat unconscious before slicing it, and it had jumped off the conveyor belt and was dripping blood because it had one of it's back legs entirely cut off and the rest of it's leg
s were half way cut off and the poor cat was shaved bald and was messed up with lacerations on the face and I went to go help it but my parents held me back and said that I couldn't change the way things were and I started screaming and crying. The cat just yelled and dragged itself around until it finally collapsed and died. I couldn't take it anymore and I ran out of the factory and was in the parking lot and all these people were going in to buy the dead cats and I was screaming at them to stop but none of them would listen to me and I was just screaming and crying until I couldn't breathe and I tried running away from that awful place but I couldn't find a way out and thankfully I woke up not much longer after I had begun searching for an exit. That was by far the most intense dream I have ever had. No one would stop buying the horrible meat. I think Fast Food Nation is getting to me..."Those with the greatest awareness have the greatest nightmares" - Mahatma Gandhi
-arrivederci
P.S. - Even though Fast Food Nation is a little intense, I strongly recommend it to any ravid readers, or anyone who wants to see just how corrupt the world of industry is and just how ineffective our government is, and just how much power McDonalds truly has in this world.
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