S.O.S.

It is 11:15.

And for whatever reason my brain thinks this is a perfectly good time to be blogging.

See. I was in my bed. All nice and warm. With my IKEA comforter on me, you know, the way comforters comfort you. Then me and my brain started a little convo:

Brain: Sam.

Me: Hello?

Brain: My name is Brain, and I live inside your skull.

Me: Yes, I know that. I learned about you in first grade.

Brain: Good. Well I have an idea. Write a blog post.

Me: No way. I have school tomorrow.

And that is exactly how it went down. So I couldn't stop thinking about it. And to relieve the constant thoughts of blogging, I had to blog. Darn it.

Scariest thing ever.

I was about to type, I looked up at my balcony door. BAM. There is a vine, no scratch that, TWO vines growing into my room.

That is one of my biggest fears ever. Being strangled to death by plants.

If you are a smart kid, then you have read Harry Potter. During the first book, the trio comes along a plant called devil's snare. AND IT KILLS YOU. sheesh. that is going to happen to me.

So if randomly my post looks something like this:

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That means the vine took me away to swallow me whole. Like in Jumanji, ya know?

Lately I have been having the strangest dreams. My one last night was about me being a different person. Jonah, in fact. And I just drove around making the strangest face while staring at people. The night before I had this dream that I was on a plane and they would keep on giving me a different drink than what I ordered. One was actually about Dr. Pepper.... yum. Another dream was about my experience of riding Shamu. The giant killer whale. I love him.

So tonight I probably will have a very interesting dream. I'll keep you posted.

G'night-

Sam and Eggs

Morning.

10:52

That would be the time that I am typing this. I consider it morning still, yet some people consider it mid-day. Although, shouldn't mid-day be the exact mid-day? With no exceptions? Mid-day should be exactly at noon, not a minute earlier, not a minute later. So, I am going to say that right now at 10:54, it's morning.

This Summer has somewhat bedridden me. It seems that when I wake up I have already wasted half of my day. Which is somewhat true, when you consider that I usually wake up around Mid-day. (Notice I said around, and am not implying that I woke up right at noon, but around it.) I like sleeping, I mean who doesn't? Sleeping lets you, well, sleep. And sleep is good in my book. Really good.

Today, I was woken up by screaming little children. Ohh screaming little children are my favorite! No. Actually that was a lie. A big juicy lie. Max sorta sounds like a girl when he screams. May puberty have mercy on him. In an hour and a half little children are going to come running up to my house ready for a truly fantastic time at Kangaroo Zoo for Max's birthday.

Horrah!

Max has turned four, even though he looks like a five year old, and has looked four for the the last two years.

Did you follow that?

Confusing? ..... Maybe.

So I've been lying in my bed ever since those screaming children, also known as my siblings, woken me up from a deep slumber. Silly children.

I like just lying in my bed. I especially like lying in my bed listening to music.

Well. I'm hungry. So instead of imagining of food, like I have been for the last hour, I will take some action and head downstairs to the fridge.

Top of the mornin' to ya.

-Squidlet.