Dreams.

And long hair is mostly liked by girls who aren't very pretty. lol.

I like long hair on guys. lol


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Dream... Dream... Dream! You've been waiting. My conscience got to me, and I dreamed that I was tuning a string. I bought it, I'm sitting here, fiddling with it. And I'm humming the note "E". Then I tune it, and suddenly, bam, it plays the note "E". And I'm thinking, "It can't be, can it really be that easy?" Then I forget, I start playing, and it, to my annoyance, plays something completely off-key. I try humming the note "E" again, tuning it. Thinking, "Maybe I need to tune it an octave higher." And then, click, and it's out of tune again, just like me. I checked my microblog, the string broke on August 2, 2011. So, it turns out I haven't picked up a guitar since then. Awful Mona. The second dream, or maybe the tenth, was in some kind of room at a convention. It looked like a picture of "homeless people in a library." We were eating and sleeping there, lying on the floor, and all that. Well, and reading. And all the writers there were somehow fictional. The gist was, "the more books you read, the cooler you are." I read a lot of books and argued with everyone. And then one "homeless person" said to me: "Have you read Baran?" (Baran, you know). I said, "I probably have, I couldn't have missed him." And he pulls out a book and shoves it in my face: "POEMS!" I said, "Oh, I've read it, of course, but not to the end, I didn't really like it." He said, "You didn't finish reading Baran? How can you leave it halfway through?" (and I always finish books). So, he shamed me, it was a terrible dream. And then I went to a nice "homeless person" where we read books on a marine theme. Why are all the dreams so idiotic? Well, not all of them. Most of them.