When my dad says mean and hurtful things to me, I give him the silent treatment and hole myself up in my bedroom. But then I always come out and forgive him because he's my dad and at least I have a dad at all, right? My simple disappointments are grains of sand compared to some people's problems that could fill a continent.

There's this house that they use for commercials and I always see it and recognize it from another commercial and then I realize that I watch too much television.

I saw this somewhere today online...
1. What you want your life to be.
2. What your life is.
These should both be the same things.

You know... show not tell really applies to many, many things in life.

I had a dream last night that we were floating on the air in a bar where the walls were made out of brick and a saxophone played in our ears. A woman sang Harden My Heart and I mouthed the words to you as we looked into each others eyes. The gang from St. Elmo's Fire danced around us and held tambourines limply at their sides. Then the music stopped, the lights dimmed until it was dark, and people ran out the door until it was just you and I. "Nice night, isn't it?" I said.

I woke up feeling the same way after I watch St. Elmo's Fire. That nice, warm feeling you get after watching a completely amazing film. It was nice. But I don't understand the rest of the dream. I suppose it has some significance, though. Dreams always do.