Carnivals and Haunting Dreams
LAST NIGHT WAS AWESOME!!!
Okay, so a carnival has come to town, got it? At Shady Brook Farm. I tried calling Lauren for like--three hours, and got really annoyed. Finally, I was like: Hey, I'll call Steve and ask him to go. So I called Steve, [made sure it would be okay with his girlfriend--but of course Sam's cool (and not overprotective) like that and wouldn't care]. Steve was like: "CARNIVAL! YAY!" And came even though he wanted to take the night off.
So we ended up riding Tilt-A-Whirl, (and as we named them) Sisyphus, Projectile Vomit, and the Cute Guy ride. That last one was my personal favorite. We ate funnel cake, and wandered around the park singing Wicked and, on one occasion, dancing to the music of Cotton Eyed Joe as it played on a ride.
We went back to my house, planning to watch The Fantastiks for set ideas. Steve called Lauren (or did she call him?) But anyway, whatever happened, LAUREN stopped over too, and the three of us watched the movie together. Steve had the entire set planned out.
We sat around the kitchen, taking crazy pictures and being (basically) our weird selves. By 1:09, they had left. I went to sleep feeling REALLY happy about how well the evening had gone.
And then I dream, and dreams are bad. As usual.
I dreamt (somehow) that I ended up watching Chris' prom from behind this partition of glass, and while I pretended not to care, the dream still hurt in that I watched him get closer and closer to this really pretty blonde and...::shrug:: It hurt, what can I say?
Then, my dream changed, and somehow I dreamt that I was out on a date with Christian again. He'd given me a second chance. It wasn't bad, per se, in fact that part of the dream was loads better than the first half.
The problem was waking up. I woke up, and I had tears running down my cheeks.
I want to ask him for a second chance, but I know that it would end badly. Either he'd say no, which is likely, or he'd say yes only to say no later which would break my heart. So...yeah. I'm just not doing well these days.
If I get left home alone tonight, (there's a chance I will be) the night I would have been in Colorado partying it up, I am going to cry. I know it.
~J
Okay, so a carnival has come to town, got it? At Shady Brook Farm. I tried calling Lauren for like--three hours, and got really annoyed. Finally, I was like: Hey, I'll call Steve and ask him to go. So I called Steve, [made sure it would be okay with his girlfriend--but of course Sam's cool (and not overprotective) like that and wouldn't care]. Steve was like: "CARNIVAL! YAY!" And came even though he wanted to take the night off.
So we ended up riding Tilt-A-Whirl, (and as we named them) Sisyphus, Projectile Vomit, and the Cute Guy ride. That last one was my personal favorite. We ate funnel cake, and wandered around the park singing Wicked and, on one occasion, dancing to the music of Cotton Eyed Joe as it played on a ride.
We went back to my house, planning to watch The Fantastiks for set ideas. Steve called Lauren (or did she call him?) But anyway, whatever happened, LAUREN stopped over too, and the three of us watched the movie together. Steve had the entire set planned out.
We sat around the kitchen, taking crazy pictures and being (basically) our weird selves. By 1:09, they had left. I went to sleep feeling REALLY happy about how well the evening had gone.
And then I dream, and dreams are bad. As usual.
I dreamt (somehow) that I ended up watching Chris' prom from behind this partition of glass, and while I pretended not to care, the dream still hurt in that I watched him get closer and closer to this really pretty blonde and...::shrug:: It hurt, what can I say?
Then, my dream changed, and somehow I dreamt that I was out on a date with Christian again. He'd given me a second chance. It wasn't bad, per se, in fact that part of the dream was loads better than the first half.
The problem was waking up. I woke up, and I had tears running down my cheeks.
I want to ask him for a second chance, but I know that it would end badly. Either he'd say no, which is likely, or he'd say yes only to say no later which would break my heart. So...yeah. I'm just not doing well these days.
If I get left home alone tonight, (there's a chance I will be) the night I would have been in Colorado partying it up, I am going to cry. I know it.
~J