The situations of this journal could remind you of middle school, and well they remind me of it too.
Oh man. Oh man. Oh, boy.
This week has been interesting, and fun. Tires were slashed on our block....bunches of them. Not just my father's. Neighbors. I think my father is sitting on the front lawn tonight with a water hose. So if know these guys, let's hope they're allergic to water. High power hosed water...
I've been having bad dreams. Bad dreams about Ryan. It's weird. I mean of course, as soon as feelings pass for him, I dream about him. It's all so convenient, like a 711 with a great big slurpee machine just walked in my dreams or something. What crap, really.
There was one where he was in a car accident and a bunch of us were waiting around this guy's house to see if he was alive or not. (That was an unpleasent one). Then, last night I would have continuous situation dreams where Ryan would ignore me around campus, avoiding me when he saw me. Or, simply running away (like a little pussy), when he saw me. The thing is, the school we were at was really nice, a lot nicer than North Texas. I was like, 'hey I like this school, it's really pretty, look at that brick, why don't I go here...' It scared me from actually reality because it's the most realistic situation I can see him in. I don't have much faith in his maturity anymore, and he would pull crap like that. He "un-blocked" me from AIM after two weeks. High five BUDDY. This is something I shouldn't dream about. Boooo.
Look at me. Blabbing on about something so retarded. PLEASEEEEEE elise. It's New Year's. Who cares, really? I got so drunk last year, I'm good for the next ten New Years. I wanna watch Dick.
Happy 2006, Bitches.