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Sunday, August 26, 2007
I Heart Procrastination
One word: Gaia. It's the most addicting thing in the world other than OB, which I still haven't managed to kick my habit for. (Although Micah would argue that WoW is way more addictive and I might agree.)
Anyway, this applys only because I have three major projects due this week, two on Tuesday, and I haven't finished even ONE of them. Because of Gaia. Although it might be because I keep going to sleep because of this stupid cold. Grr.
So I'm a big dreamer, right? No, not "I want to be a superstar" kind of dreams - sleep dreams. Last night I had this long, drawn out dream where, although the world was being taken over by aliens and certain ones of us were being taken away, the rest of us being mutated in some way (I got wings), all I could think about was "Find Chris." Now, who's Chris you ask? My closest friend in the whole world. Lately, we haven't been talking. Like, at all. Of course, it isn't his or my fault because we have NO classes together and never see each other. Still, if I'm dreaming about it, I must need to talk to him.
So, finally, it gets dark on the first day after the invasion, and some wierd thing has just happened between me and some old guy and sunflowers - yes, sunflower Battle o.0 - and I fall to the ground, crushing one wing and just lying looking up at the stars. I hear someone say my name and I turn my head. Chris was standing right next to me. He picks me up, telling me who all got taken by the aliens, including my boyfriend and other best friend Nikki, and I kept crying "Then why didn't they take me?" The last part of the dream I remember is Chris cradling me, my wings dragging limp on the ground, and him telling me I'll see Steven again.
Weird.
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Mouse: Llama! You take care of YOURSELF, Mr. Paintball.
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