i squeezed a pimple on my face.
instead of pus coming out, the inside of my face came out. it was all pink and shiny like inside parts.


...i'd really like to know what kind of meaning someone would attribute to that one. x_x

last night:
i had written a book about the criminal mind and was giving a seminar about it to a bunch of juvenile delinquents. they were heckling me about it, but i knew it was just because they were rebellious little kids. i let them ask me some questions, and a girl with dark hair in pigtails wearing too much makeup started talking, and then a blonde boy butt in and started talking over her. i told them to do it one at a time, but all of the kids started yelling at each other.

i made them all shut up somehow, and then i told them that i was writing a new book, and if they wanted to come in to be interviewed for the book, they could make appointments. i knew they would all want to because they all desperately craved attention. i also told them that my bodyguard bruno would be there. he was a ginormous german with a crew cut.

he was laughing, but in a mean way. i was running away from him even though i wanted to run toward him, but he had a knife. i wasn't afraid of him killing me, though. i knew he wanted to, but mostly i was just so sad that he felt that way. he caught up to me and started stabbing me a lot. i didn't scream. i just kept saying, "why?" he kept laughing. then i woke up. =(