Dream last night:
I am at Lance Armstrong's grandmother's house helping him put up curtains and such silly things. Earlier in the evening my family was at some Tour de France thingy, and we were just waiting for Lance to get done so I could go and help him with this house. So we're doing curtain things, and none of it makes any sense. Then I get some visitors, a gal that I went to high school with, her mom and her sister, and my first boyfriend from high school, Brian. He had to take me aside and talk to me. Now this is like in the present time, so I have been out of high school for 10 years. He takes me aside and tells me that I"m the love of his life, that I'm his "one and only", and he's sorry that we broke up. I made a joke with him that I was dating Lance(which I wasn't), but that I was in a relationship and I was happy there. We hugged and there was nothing more I could say. It was good to see him though. They left, and I got back to the curtains. Then me and Lance took a break and sat on the couch. He was playing with my cell phone, putting old Tour videos on it. I told him my feet were cold, and he broght me some orange hunting socks, to which my reply was "my favorite color is orange". It started getting late. I then remembered the ferrits in the bathroom, and let them outside to be free(later I saw them dead on the lawn). It was getting late, like 10pm, and I had to get a ride home, plus Lance had a big stage in the morning, and had to meet Sheryl sometime before that. We both felt attracted to each other, but both of us were in relationships and didn't want to do anything that we would regret later. The End
I've got another Physics test today that I have to start studying for. Luckily I actually understand the material much better than most everything else in the class, so yay that. I'm going to pass this one, and maybe even get a good grade on it!!!
I am so out of sync. My schedule sucks ass. I'm up until 3am, so I sleep all day...oof
I am at Lance Armstrong's grandmother's house helping him put up curtains and such silly things. Earlier in the evening my family was at some Tour de France thingy, and we were just waiting for Lance to get done so I could go and help him with this house. So we're doing curtain things, and none of it makes any sense. Then I get some visitors, a gal that I went to high school with, her mom and her sister, and my first boyfriend from high school, Brian. He had to take me aside and talk to me. Now this is like in the present time, so I have been out of high school for 10 years. He takes me aside and tells me that I"m the love of his life, that I'm his "one and only", and he's sorry that we broke up. I made a joke with him that I was dating Lance(which I wasn't), but that I was in a relationship and I was happy there. We hugged and there was nothing more I could say. It was good to see him though. They left, and I got back to the curtains. Then me and Lance took a break and sat on the couch. He was playing with my cell phone, putting old Tour videos on it. I told him my feet were cold, and he broght me some orange hunting socks, to which my reply was "my favorite color is orange". It started getting late. I then remembered the ferrits in the bathroom, and let them outside to be free(later I saw them dead on the lawn). It was getting late, like 10pm, and I had to get a ride home, plus Lance had a big stage in the morning, and had to meet Sheryl sometime before that. We both felt attracted to each other, but both of us were in relationships and didn't want to do anything that we would regret later. The End
I've got another Physics test today that I have to start studying for. Luckily I actually understand the material much better than most everything else in the class, so yay that. I'm going to pass this one, and maybe even get a good grade on it!!!
I am so out of sync. My schedule sucks ass. I'm up until 3am, so I sleep all day...oof
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Yes, I'm certainly my worst critic.
I need to remind myself that I actually have accomplished things, not the least of which is simply surviving.