week 20

If I was little again I would have no worries in the world and also I wouldn't be as responsible for things as I am now. I would be single and not be worried about boys/ obnoxious boyfriends. I would be able to go play ion the mud and drag it into the house because I know my parents wont get as mad at me as they would now because " I don't know any better." The world will then look a lot bigger. Also I would probably have the time of my life doing things I am not supposed to while I am little since there really isn't much consequences for little kids.

week 19

I would want to be invisible not that I already seem like I am. It would be cool because I wouldn't have to be scared to do anything bad because I would be invisible and you would never know where I am or who I am. If I was invisible I would do all of my work for the class that day and be invisible just to make the teachers think i am not there but somehow be doing all of my homework,... Just so that way they feel cautious about me. I think Ms Hudson should be able to fly. I don't know why out of all things that. I just think it would be cool if a teacher could fly and we just grab on and fly with her.

week 18

I would most likely bring a gun... for defense and interest ;) ... also I would bring my pom poms. The third object I would bring would be tickets to somewhere fun like a water park because  like going out and doing things, I hate sitting at home all day doing nothing! and the fourth and fifth object would be something like my sister and something art like... and my sister because she is so much like me and we are always talking to each other so might as well get used to her. Things that I would be interested in would be things like a four wheeler,, guns,, pretty much anything I would bring, I like a guy that's out going and doesn't sit around and watch TV all the time because TV is boring. They have to know how to fix things themselves, I mean not everything but quite a bit, a guy that can hold a good job and is not completely dumb... I don't expect them to be perfect. I expect them to do dumb things because not following the rules is sometimes fun as long as its not extremely illegal so if they showed up with a ticket from a cop for trespassing i wouldn't really mind as long as it wasn't an extreme case of trespassing ,,like if they were going around an abandoned home and not like trashing it just going in for the thrill that's not a big deal. Trust me I dated a guy once that seriously followed all of the rules and it was SO annoying, like if we drove to dairy queen he would have to text his parents and tell them and he was 17, to me that's ridiculous. At least he was honest though,...

week 17

My dreams are not dreams... actually all of my so called dreams are more like night mares... I can't quite remember the last time that I had a dream.... usually my dreams involve me and my family or someone breaking into my house and killing me... actually I had a dream that it was one of my best friends that shot me... I had another dream that my dad was actually trying to run me over with a tractor... I also have a dream that repeats all of the time that takes place back at my old house and I was in my garage... long story short a guy in a limo with a few guys, kind of like gangsters, show up in my garage and makes an effort to knock the door down. I also have a dream sometimes about my old house where bad guys broke into my house and I try to find a place to hide but I end up being found and killed... usually when I'm killed I quit breathing in my sleep because I am actually convinced that I am dead but I make an effort to wake up because I cant breath... I also have had "dreams about my mom doing drugs... which I am not sure why I would have that dream because my mom would never do that stuff... shes way too innocent and religious and just yeah.. not her.... and like I said I don't actually have dreams nor do I remember if I ever have had a good dream so that is why I am writing about my nightmares.... I also have dreams (nightmares) about my boyfriend doing bad things and then when I wake up sometimes I forget that it was just a dream and that I start thinking it actually happened and my boyfriend just thinks I am crazy when I accuse him of something he never did,,, but later I come to realization that it was my dream from the other night... I don't know... I have a lot of messed up things that go through my head at night... sometimes it makes me feel like they are partially true and that it will happen to me.. so I have been convinced that the way I am going to die is from a murder since I always have night mares about it.