(no subject)
Whoa...Max Bemis dreams. CRAZY Max Bemis dreams. We like...hung out and stuff. He was walking around in the park by my house in CT. And then we crossed the street. I think I was with Steve. And there were like 12,000 little girls getting ready for a "Fourstreet Four" concert or something, at some place that was right near the Webster, which is where we were going to see Max play. We were gonna go eat with Max but we lost him in the sea of little girls (how's that for an allegory of his recent signing to a major label?). But we found him later and hung out. Talked about stuff, in like the lobby of this place, it looked like a movie theater concession stand. And he touched this necklace that I had around my neck, and asked if it was for my probation. WEIRD! And then he was talking about his girlfriend, and about how she had a teddy bear and always slept with it and how it always ended up rammed up again him while HE was sleeping. And that there was a picture of him sleeping with the teddy bear and about how it didn't make him look like a rockstar. Ha! And then I lost him again and was trying to find him in the big lobby because I wanted to tell him something. I don't remember much more. I like having dreams.
Okay, get ready for class.
Okay, get ready for class.