Dec 18, 2005 17:40
so last night i had a dream. and it's not that the dream was particularly interesting or anything. i don't remember half of it. (except that there was some bizarre fashion show that started as an art class, then it went from fashion show to figure skating and then to diving and free swim. the whole time we were watching and the whole time we called it diving, but half the time it wasn't. and that perturbed me when i woke up) but. towards the end of my dream, my nose was freezing, like it was forst bit and i couldn't feel it, in the dream. and when i woke up i was sleeping with my hand on my face and my nose had fallen asleep and that's why it was frozen in the dream. and i thought that was amusing. and i wanted to share.
i have to say that although i've already stated this. i agree with kayleen and clara. about the parties. i know i've already said this, and i'm kinda beating it to death. but you guys mean alot to me and i don't want us to drift and whatnot, becuase our parties have been not what they were sophmore year. kayleen's entry got me thinking. and they're still good. and they're still fun. but we have matured. and so soemtiems sitting and just talking or listening to music, is enough to keep us happy where before we needed to like go and terrorize target. and i think she was also right that w'ere like afraid of not living and so then we're like afraid that becuase we're not as like go-go-go at our parties we've come ot a plateau. but we are living, and having fun just not the same kind of fun.
i think our parties changing is kinda like getting a new haircut. (i'm watchign what not to wear so that's where this came from). where you're not sure if you like it or dislike. and you just need time to get used to it. because it still looks good(in the case of parties substitute good for fun) we've changed and so we just need time to get used to it. becuase it's sill fun, but it's just different.
holy hell. i think i've come up with about 45 ways to say the same sentence in different ways. i'm my mother.