It's rather interesting to note how having a shitty dream, not getting enough sleep, and not eating until 2 PM can fuck up my attitude for a whole day. Today was one of those wonderful days. Sure, I realize how not sleeping or eating enough can affect my mood, but oddly enough. it's this that really affects me the most:
The Dream(s):
Lately, well, ever since the girl and I called it quits, I've been dreaming about her, almost every other night. But it's mostly hateful, negative stuff, despite the fact we're on amicable terms. Whether it's her and our mutual friends saying goodbye to me forever, or her and I getting into a knock-down, drag-out, fist fight, it's all bad stuff. The problem with the whole ordeal is that when I wake up from said dreams, no matter when they may have occured during the night, I'm in a horrible mood for most of the day.
Dreams are supposed to be the expressions of an individuals thoughts and desires, especially ones that they have thought about during thier hours spent awake. But why would I be dreaming of the negative when I'm only thinking of the positive results of our amiable split while awake? And why are they recurring, and affecting my attitude as much as they have been?
I'd like for my dreams of flying to return. Those are fun. How those represent what I'm thinking is beyond me... Same goes for the ones where I'm back in high school and I don't know what classes I'm supposed to be in are.
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Sid and I went to see "Corpse Bride" on Friday night before gathering with some of the other SGBoston members at Charlie's for Beer & Burgers III. The movie was okay, well, from what I actually saw. I nodded off no less than five times during the course of the movie, due to my lack of sleep the night before. Or maybe, just maybe, the lack of tits and explosions got the better of me
Over the weekend, I called a few people I haven't heard from in a while. I spoke briefly with Granny, and congratulated her on her cover photo for dig. I'm hoping she'll sign the copy that I picked up while running around with Sid on Friday. That's if we could actually get her to come out and see us...
I also had some sort of contact with Finch, who was either really, really, tired, or just didn't want to talk to me when I called her
I also spoke with the girl I was seeing back in November of last year. Some of you may remember her as the one I was going "Rounds" with. It was good to be speak with her again. No laid-in-cement plans of seeing or talking to eachother again were made, but just the fact that she called me is great.
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Am I an asshole for taking a girl's phone number with no immediate intent of calling her, but merely waiting for her to call me instead?
How about getting rid of said number the next night, after finding out that hours after receiving it, said girl went and got coked up? I can hardly tolerate dating a girl who smokes pot, never mind someone who thinks snorting cocaine would be a "good idea".
The Dream(s):
Lately, well, ever since the girl and I called it quits, I've been dreaming about her, almost every other night. But it's mostly hateful, negative stuff, despite the fact we're on amicable terms. Whether it's her and our mutual friends saying goodbye to me forever, or her and I getting into a knock-down, drag-out, fist fight, it's all bad stuff. The problem with the whole ordeal is that when I wake up from said dreams, no matter when they may have occured during the night, I'm in a horrible mood for most of the day.
Dreams are supposed to be the expressions of an individuals thoughts and desires, especially ones that they have thought about during thier hours spent awake. But why would I be dreaming of the negative when I'm only thinking of the positive results of our amiable split while awake? And why are they recurring, and affecting my attitude as much as they have been?
I'd like for my dreams of flying to return. Those are fun. How those represent what I'm thinking is beyond me... Same goes for the ones where I'm back in high school and I don't know what classes I'm supposed to be in are.
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Sid and I went to see "Corpse Bride" on Friday night before gathering with some of the other SGBoston members at Charlie's for Beer & Burgers III. The movie was okay, well, from what I actually saw. I nodded off no less than five times during the course of the movie, due to my lack of sleep the night before. Or maybe, just maybe, the lack of tits and explosions got the better of me
Over the weekend, I called a few people I haven't heard from in a while. I spoke briefly with Granny, and congratulated her on her cover photo for dig. I'm hoping she'll sign the copy that I picked up while running around with Sid on Friday. That's if we could actually get her to come out and see us...
I also had some sort of contact with Finch, who was either really, really, tired, or just didn't want to talk to me when I called her
I also spoke with the girl I was seeing back in November of last year. Some of you may remember her as the one I was going "Rounds" with. It was good to be speak with her again. No laid-in-cement plans of seeing or talking to eachother again were made, but just the fact that she called me is great.
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Am I an asshole for taking a girl's phone number with no immediate intent of calling her, but merely waiting for her to call me instead?
How about getting rid of said number the next night, after finding out that hours after receiving it, said girl went and got coked up? I can hardly tolerate dating a girl who smokes pot, never mind someone who thinks snorting cocaine would be a "good idea".
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kwizzle:
I totally don't hate you, baldy dorky boy 
7deuce:
dreams suck 