Sunday's are cockteases. So says Amanda, and so say you.
So last night (well, really this morning) I had this dream.
It was me and this guy, I think I called him Mike? But I'm not sure. He had this awesome long, straight, brown hair with all these blue streaks in it. At first I thought it was blonde, but I remember waking up and think that he would have had to bleach the streaks first, to get the blue to show up. Anyway. We were in my basement, and there was this little kid with us. Apparently the cops were after us, so we throwing around boxes and then got the idea to open the window. So we opened the window, and at first I seem to remember being caught. Maybe I woke up and went back to sleep because I didn't like the outcome. Anyway. Mike gets through the window, and then I do, and then the kid. We run up my deck, then back down. Then to the left of my house, where there's a cop car parked on the grass in the space between our house and the neighbour's. First we were going to try to steal the cop car, but the cop was right there, so decided against it. (Apparently we weren't very bright in the dream.) So we run to the other side of the house where some blonde chick (See, I think she was someone I knew, but I have no idea anymore) starting singing the MarineLand song, which apparently was a signal to the cop, that she saw us. (Not like he didn't just see us or anything.) Anyway. Then Mike finds a tire (random? oui.) and he was going to try to throw it at the cop, apparently, but I talked him out of it. We hugged, I think, and then I woke up. He had such pretty hair. Actually, he was pretty good looking.
Anyway. There's my weird dream for the day.
Bah, Sunday.
It's April, though! Happy face.
I should go do MORE homework.
It never ends!
Happy Feet is officially cute, even if the ending did seem a little abrupt.
Among the other postcards filled with regret and unhappiness and loneliness, there's something.
Anyway.
Emmy's home tomorrow! <3
It was me and this guy, I think I called him Mike? But I'm not sure. He had this awesome long, straight, brown hair with all these blue streaks in it. At first I thought it was blonde, but I remember waking up and think that he would have had to bleach the streaks first, to get the blue to show up. Anyway. We were in my basement, and there was this little kid with us. Apparently the cops were after us, so we throwing around boxes and then got the idea to open the window. So we opened the window, and at first I seem to remember being caught. Maybe I woke up and went back to sleep because I didn't like the outcome. Anyway. Mike gets through the window, and then I do, and then the kid. We run up my deck, then back down. Then to the left of my house, where there's a cop car parked on the grass in the space between our house and the neighbour's. First we were going to try to steal the cop car, but the cop was right there, so decided against it. (Apparently we weren't very bright in the dream.) So we run to the other side of the house where some blonde chick (See, I think she was someone I knew, but I have no idea anymore) starting singing the MarineLand song, which apparently was a signal to the cop, that she saw us. (Not like he didn't just see us or anything.) Anyway. Then Mike finds a tire (random? oui.) and he was going to try to throw it at the cop, apparently, but I talked him out of it. We hugged, I think, and then I woke up. He had such pretty hair. Actually, he was pretty good looking.
Anyway. There's my weird dream for the day.
Bah, Sunday.
It's April, though! Happy face.
I should go do MORE homework.
It never ends!
Happy Feet is officially cute, even if the ending did seem a little abrupt.
Among the other postcards filled with regret and unhappiness and loneliness, there's something.
Anyway.
Emmy's home tomorrow! <3