Koki can cook?

First off, I would like to say that I've been reading a lot recently. I think I've finished three books in maybe a week. I haven't done that in.....well.....a year or two. Two of the books were short (around three hundred pages) and the last one was just over five hundred. So, that's, like, 1,100 pages in a week. The books, by title, are Evernight by Claudia Gray, Marked by P.C. and Kristin Cast, and The Black Tattoo by Sam Enthoven. Now I've moved onto Betrayed by the Casts' and I'll be rereading Host by Stephanie Meyer too. Not to meantion I have five other books that are on my wait list.

I blame my mom and her friend for this. Me and my mom's friend's daughter are trading books since we both love to read. She gave me seven books. Six deal with vampires and another is about ghosts. I've given her two Jodi Picoult books, my Trickster books (Trickster's Choice and Queen), Freedom Writer's Diary, and the City of Bones and City of Ashes (I WANT CITY OF GLASS BUT IF COMES OUT IN MARCH!)....Yeah.......

I don't want to start on how some of the characters in the vampire books are sueish so I'll stop with the books.

I had this weird dream yesterday. I'll give you the interesting part. We went over to my dad's friend's house for some food. Out front, by the garage, there was a dual sided grill and Koki was there in all his gangster glory. He asked me if I wanted a steak and I said sure. I took a slab of raw steak and put it on my side of the grill. I stood there for around a minute or two and nothing was happening. I then realized my grill wasn't on. I turned the dial to the '2', flipped my steak over, and one side was already brown. I looked over at Koki and he had brean on the grill. Somehow, he slid the bread togethor and created a steak sandwhich (boy did the steak look good). Instead of saying something like "How'd you do that??" or "Could you do that for me?" I asked "Where'd you get bread?" (*cue anime face-fault).Here's the worse part. Just as I was sitting down to my steak meal with Koki, my mom opened the door to my room and woke me up. WHY MOM?!!!!! Could you please let me enjoy this dream a little more?

God, I believe this is my fifth dream with something to go with something Japanese. First was Kaidoh, then Aiba, then Sanada, and the me naming the dog Mamoru.