Wow I feel a ton better, it's like sleeping cures a teenager's problems. Too bad I don't remember what I dreamt about, I usually like to think about them when I wake up, but I think I was so exhausted that I didn't even dream. That's one thing about contemporary teenagers that maintains a fact - we need more sleep. As mankind has advanced mentally, life has become more strenuous upon the minds of the younger generations, reeking havoc upon our adolescent minds and requiring more and more that we sleep.

I just got back from work awhile ago - It was actually quite relaxing today, I enjoyed it. There's this one older lady that's always there, and she's one of those people that when you see her you just feel like smiling. (She's always smiling, so you always smile back too). She's such a hard worker, and she's pretty old even. If I could live as long as her and still be just as happy, that would be more than a Utopia. When I'd finished all my work inside the church, I went out and helped her a bit and talked to her. She was telling me about her husband and how he is giving the church a bunch of Naked Ladies (the pink lily) for the church to plant in the back yard. It's inspirational to me when I think that not only are they donating flowers, but they're also going through the trouble of planting them, and they're probably around five times my age.

I've got this great fifties music playing back through my head - I feel like I want to just get up and start dancing. Not that I'd dance very well, but I'm sure I'd have fun doing it. Maybe I'll ask my mom and dad for some fifties pointers, that's not that far away from their generation, so hopefully they'll be able to rub off they're fifties dancing skills on me. Or perhaps I can convince a skilled female dancer to improve my dancing leadership qualities. Who knows.

I'm really look forward to the Halloween party tonight - I've even got my costume all picked out. I'm going to take my neon green skateboarding helmet that's decorated in hundreds of skateboard stickers and put it on, wear some baggy black pants, a suit with a belt for a tie, two different shoes, two different socks, a leather fingerless glove on one hand, and of course, the all mighty Groucho mask. For those of you who don't remember, because I'm sure at least a few of you are either asking yourselves about my sanity or what a Groucho mask is right now, a Groucho mask is a costume piece that looks like a humongous nose, with a mustache and nose hair, and these huge black glasses. They're ridiculously funny!

I only remember around six good moves in 50s dancing, and I think I'm doing at least two of them wrong - I'm looking forward to next weeks lesson.

Eck, ack, ick, yuk, ugh, boo! Just recalled that I have two tests on Monday! Honors Chemistry and Acc. World Civilizations - I should go study. I don't really know all that much about India, and precipitates aren't my strongest subject. I'm getting an A in both classes (an A- in chemistry but I'm pulling it up), so there's not much to worry about. By the way, I got an 80 of 80 on my English test, which was pleasing. Grades don't really men much to me, but being one that enjoys accomplishments and challenges, I have a friendly challenge for myself - is it possible to break a 4.3 GPA by the end of this year. I'll keep you posted.

Adios my friends, I'll have a lot to say about the party when I return Sunday afternoon, heh.