Who's hooouse?....Ron's House...I said who's hoooooouse?...RON'S HOUSE...SAY WHAT?!
OK, that dream I told you about? I found a piece of paper that I jotted some notes on right after I woke up, and they indicate that there are some chunks of it that I'm missing. I feel like I need to tell you because they dont make any fucking sense. Um, in 6am scribbles this is what I have: Spike (as in Buffy), MCR, Emma, Aili, Laura, Bob, Sports Center, fatgerard, black suits red ties, human photos, back room, Andrew.
Message to my lazy ass brain, what the fuck kind of sense am I supposed to mae of that. Sports Center?
Anyway. I went to my studio's dance recital tonight, and I cried before the first number even started. I'm glad it was dark. So I was convinced that I will be taking class there again on monday nights if only so I stop being a lard and so I don't cry every time I see someone break it down. Or, you know, execute a combination.
But I'm tired. So to bed it is. Why do I sleep like an old woman all the sudden?
Message to my lazy ass brain, what the fuck kind of sense am I supposed to mae of that. Sports Center?
Anyway. I went to my studio's dance recital tonight, and I cried before the first number even started. I'm glad it was dark. So I was convinced that I will be taking class there again on monday nights if only so I stop being a lard and so I don't cry every time I see someone break it down. Or, you know, execute a combination.
But I'm tired. So to bed it is. Why do I sleep like an old woman all the sudden?