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I don't know what's wrong with me today. I went to bed really early last night (11) and woke up after 7, but I'm sleepy. I napped on and off for an hour after lunch, and I've been groggy since. Though, I guess it didn't help that I was forcibly awakened and immediately forced into manual labor. I've actually been sleeping, for once, but I've been so tired. I woke up with my shuffle in my ears, right at my favorite part of "Your Star". It was a huge relief from my dream, where Stewart let me try to play the guitar on Rock Band and I epic-failed @_@ After failing, I stood there staring at the screen, and he pulled the guitar out of my hands and replaced it with the mike, saying "umm...why don't you just stick to the vocals for now, okay?" hehe. Yea, why don't I? ^^;;;
but with good nights' sleeps, shouldn't I be less tired?
I've been having more and more very vivid dreams. One was slightly confusing. I was at what I suppose was a mall or something with 3 other people, but 2 of the 3 people kept changing. They were Erin and Victoria at first, but sometimes one of them would be Johanna or Katherine or Doris or Ariel or any one of a bunch of people. Only one of them stayed constant. It was very confusing @_@ After a while, me and the only constant person went to my house. We went halfway up the stairs and just sat. I was a stair or two lower 'cause there were some books in the way. I ended up leaning against one of the other person's legs. Don't remember much after that. But what was weird was that even in the dream, I knew there was something off about it, too real. When I woke up, I realized that the leg had been warm, and I don't usually feel hot and cold when I dream.
I like having decent dreams, but if they're going to be so real, I'd rather not have them. Dreams shouldn't be that much like reality. Unless it's just to make up for a huge lack of environmental stimuli right now. I think I'm gonna get out of the house for a while tomorrow, before I go crazy from boredom @_@
~nepie
ho-ly CRAP! How much more pissed off can I get with Ms. Becky? Granted, this is old news, but I didn't even realize it until JUST NOW. HOLYCRAPHOLYCRAP. the SCS picnic sophmore year. I must've blocked that out completely. That was when I decided Mr. Jacob is awesome. But there was someone else there, someone who lead to the question that was the reason why I forgot about the whole day completely. That day isn't particularly important, except for one little piece of information that I gave my mom. A piece of information I got from Erin originally. A piece of infromation Ms. Becky had for ages before I told my mom. She didn't tell my mom. oh my god. She knew for months. MONTHS!!! that b***h. why didn't she tell my mom?! My mom didn't know when I told her. She didn't. I know she didn't. She didn't know how I knew. She accepted that I got it from some mutual school friends. She didn't ask if it was Erin. She didn't know. If it weren't for Erin overhearing...if it weren't for the happy happy circumstances of that time, I wouldn't have known. She never told my mom. Not at any time during the summer. NEVER. She would've let me walk in blind.
 nepie · Sat Jun 14, 2008 @ 12:58am · 0 Comments |
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