Mind altering
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
Isn’t something missing?
I think a lot of song lyrics relate to my life. Maybe not all of them, but at least some. I can't help it, but I'm still addicted to that Lonely song by Akon, like it's a drug that I can't get off of.
I keep having these nightmares that have people in my life in them. Not that of horrible, blood-thirsty monsters, unless you consider exs, girlfriends, parents, friends parents, horrible and blood-thirsty. I don't know what to make of them, and it's so frustrating to not know what they mean. I wake up screaming and my parents just shake their heads because I can't get enough of those "scary movies" that I love to watch. But it's not that. And then I have to wake up and literally see the people I dream about, and it's like "Wow, is this a coincidence or am I just being paranoid?"
They already are pushing for me to move out again, which I'm planning on this year, and it's probably going to be with Renay, the only girlfriend I really hang out with. (Besides Misty. And Kelsey. But they're pretty crazy anyway.) I'm not sure yet, but moving in with two guys can't be a good idea, especially when they have a stash of porn that's the size of Mexico and also have a "no clothes Tuesday" rule.
I'm off to Adam Demilner's new house on Fuller tonight because he's having a party or what-not. I'm always at parties. What's up with that?! I used to totally hate/loath/spit on party scenes because I thought that they were stupid and pointless... and I haven't changed my mind, but I'm still going to them. I guess having my mind altered in such a way that I can't think of anything but that very second, is appealing to me. Either way, having good friends and good times also works. And I kick ass at pool, thanks in part to Sand's on occasions. My friends want me to work at Teeny Bikini's... Or Tiny Bikini's... I can't remember. I doubt I'll apply, due to the uniforms that lack PANTS and SHIRTS. Yeah. No thank you, sir'ee. And with that, I'll leave you with a good quote from a Mr. Bruce'ster.
Corinne
Brad Bruce: "My bangus hurts"