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So, I'm watching Food Network with my sister. I'm leaving to go take a shower just as some Bobby Flay show is coming on. I give her the remote and tell her she can change it to any channel she wants because I was leaving. About twenty minutes later, I come back down and ask what she is watching.

"Bobby Flay," she say.

And I think, "Wow, they come up with a new Disney channel show every day..."

And then I remember Bobby Flay is a chef, not a TV character.

Any Dream Will Do

     Basically, I have spent my summer playing Tetris, sitting around, and wishing I was elsewhere. And dreaming. Like, real, hard-core, while-I-sleep dreams. And I had a really strange one last night. Well, it was strange until I looked it up and realized that it and real and relevant meaning.

Here it is:

     We (Me, my friend[kinda]s Kate, Michelle, Daniel, and some others) were driving in Kate's car to Michelle's house for a party of some kind. We are coming down a residential street that looks like the one Harry lives on in the Harry Potter movies. We come to Michelle's house (not her real life house, but we all know it's hers) and see plenty of girls in nice dresses walking up to the house. We also see a car flying above us. It was strange and kind of ominous, but no one thought too much of it. Daniel opened the car door and fell out (?) and had some trouble getting up. I grabbed my keys but left my wallet in the car when I got out. We all were laughing while we were getting out and began to walk toward the house. Parking was bad for some reason, so Kate was going to stay back and find a parking spot. We were greeted by Michelle's mom once we got inside, soon followed by Kate (but none of the other people we saw outside). We pestered Kate to make sure she locked the car. She pointed to it in the driveway (it was not a red van) and assured us it was locked. 

     Looking out the window to by back yard (which was mine for some reason), it began to snow. Big, fluffy stuff that landed on the trees and made everything white and beautiful. Then, a guy (who we all knew to be the guy flying the car earlier) got out of the yellow car parked in front of Kate's and started checking the doors of her van. We all laughed because we knew the car was secure. 

     Then, he got into the passenger door. He started throwing stuff around and robbing the car. Kate, flustered, call 911 after I told her to. The 911 people were of no help as they told us that they could do nothing to help. 

     Once he was done (we were all to scared/suprised to go out), he got into his car and backed it out of the driveway around the van. I thought about taking the plate number right as he sped off (through the neighbor's backyard). 

     We (Kate, Michelle and I) went outside to assess the damage. It was no longer snowing and all the snow had melted. I was my sister's very distinctive wallet on the back seat, much thinner than usual. I looked for my wallet, but did not see it. I was mostly worried about my sister, though. Her wallet seemed to have nothing missing (Michelle also found hers and nothing was missing. If anything, there was more money in it), but I wanted to call her to make sure. I did not have my phone, so I borrowed Kate's. I tried to dial, but her buttons were all messed us and it took me a few tries and I never was able to call. 

     I must have asked about my own wallet because Kate started talking about it. She pulled it out of her bag! She said something about borrowing video games (from the library, I guess) and a contract about "played lists". That somehow had something to do with not leaving stuff around, so she had grabbed my wallet. 

     We all walked inside. 

What it could mean:

     I'm scared about people breaking into me (the red van was my family car). Nothing will be taken when these people do get into me (my relationship with my sister, especially, will mot be hurt) and I will be fine. People I already know, Kate, mostly, will protect the feelings and beliefs that are important to me.

I'm crazy. 

Juno

I watch Juno whenever I feel alone. I think all I want to see is the scene near the end, after Juno has the baby, when she and Paulie are cuddled up on the hospital bed. Every time I see it, I almost cry. The tears come, and maybe one falls, but I never really cry. Maybe I would cry if I had someone to watch it with. I guess I just don't.

I'm watching Juno tonight, wishing you could be here beside me.