You probably don’t know this but I have a dream catcher. It hasn’t been seeming to work lately though. The night before last I dreamed that I was eaten alive. If you want to know by who, it was Wormtail form Harry Potter. If you don’t know what Harry Potter is or you haven’t read it. Well I can’t help you. You should read the Harry Potter series though! I tried doing a blog but the direction for making the blog were confusing. So I decided not to blog.
On a completely different topic though, when I was five years old all I wanted to be when I grew up was famous. This probably won’t get me famous. Mostly because I’m not using my real name, but also partially because who wants to read about my life? I don’t mean to be mean to any people that read this regularly. I bet my screen name won’t even be famous. I bet people won’t start deep searches to find out who I am, where I live and whether I prefer tacos or burritos. (BTW it’s tacos.) I’ve finally accepted the fate that the world has given me. To die not famous, and never having met famous people.
Well, now my boring rant is over and I have run out of any material, uninteresting or otherwise. (Though my material is pretty uninteresting anyway.) Now cry at this sad unicorn because it makes you sad as well.