Nightmare
Last night, i dreamt that sherman got killed by a stomach bomb planted by somebody i know and i woke up to find my eyes red and swollen, and tears on my pillow. It was awful. I hope i'll never have dreams like that again.
I don't know what sparked such a dream, especially since we spent a lovely evening together yesterday. I went over to his house for dinner, and his mom is such a great cook, i'll eat whatever she cooks! I don't know how she sees my appetite, is she pleased, or did i scare her off? Haha, i don't know really. I think she looks pleased though. =p Sherman is a total sweetheart, he bought bubble tea for me and did the dishes after dinner (we usually split, i soap, he dries.) while i slacked my lazy ass off the sofa. We then fell asleep in each other's arms until it was time to go home. It was simple, i love every part of it.
My body is still feeling it from the soccer game, but i'm determined to hit the track tonight. God bless my blistered foot.
Derek says to blog about him so i blog about derek. Derek is coming to school today to lunch with me. We are going to south canteen for delicious peach smoothie with jelly and then we will go to macdonalds for strawberry sundae and he will return me 2 bucks. So there, derek, i blogged about you. =p
Back to work now.
PS: Hi my name is Constance and i'm an idiot. I just realized that i forgot to bring my shorts for my run. I remembered my shirt, my sports bra, my shoes, my body spray, my facial wipe, but i forgot my shorts. -bangs head-