06 November 2003 - 9:57 a.m.

I had a dream that my dad saw Monsoon Wedding, not really expecting to like it. But he got really into it.

And then got really psyched a few weeks later when my brother confessed that he had gotten an Indian girl pregnant and her parents were forcing them to get married.

To make money for our trip to India, my mom tried to sell some of my craft supplies. I freaked out, but my parents had me take Gus' family to Kennywood while they continued to de-clutter my room.

And then my little bro married a very hot Indian girl.

It's weird, but, in a way, everyone ended up winning.

What I'm wearing: Pink t-shirt, shorts.

What I'm reading: Dude singing upstairs.

What I'm doing after this: Tea.