Mah Journal

I was at home, and we were having some sort of party. Randomly Miley Cyrus shows up (though she didn't look like herself; she was blonde I think with blue eyes, and was wearing some blue plaid shirt and jeans). I sort of want to release my hate on her but I decide I should try to be nice for now at least. We ate pizza, and then she went to leave. She went to some van outside and was about to drive away. I called out to her and asked her what instrument she thought I played. Before she could say anything, the dream had faded.