Whimpers in almost hero worship

M. Scott Eiland spoke to me. He commented in my journal. I may never wash this journal again, and it might get all smelly and stuff, but I'll still never wash it, and you can all blame him for the stench that wafts from my unwashed journal, because M. Scott Eiland spoke to me.

So, in other news, I found out that, yes, it is official, and my daddy will be serving another tour.

I had a dream on the subway yesterday that my uncle was really mad at me, and was informing me of that on my LJ. I don't have an Uncle Randall. I don't think I even know a Randall.