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Sunday, March 5, 2006


.....Preps and Weird Shit
March 1, 2006

God, I’m so bored. It’s eight o’clock in the morning and I’ve got nothing to do…except sit here and type this, which is likely why I am. On the Today show (me + lack of cable = Katie, Ann, and Matt in the mornings) they said they’re going to be talking about dream interpretation, which actually interests me. I love weird shit like that, for whatever reason. I think my friend Jenna got me turned on to it. I also like studying the zodiac (Leo Pride!) So anyway…I’m gonna write here about these two dreams I had, within a week of each other. I don’t know if they actually mean anything, but they feel important. Two of my friends think I might have something going there (Jenna things I see things through dreams….I’m saying…’oookaaayyy then’ and that’s not to say I’m not a weird little fucker but that’s just wacked, ne?)
In the first dream, I was watching this boy – and talking to him as well. We wandered through dark, empty hallways, and he was always sad. Once when I found him drinking, I asked what he was doing. And he said he was “trying to find himself in the bottom of a bottle”.
In the second dream, I was standing in cornfields, with stalks that reached over my head. There was another boy, and he was the polar opposite of the boy in the first dream. He was always smiling, always laughing, always happy. I ran with him through the cornfields, and I was smiling, too. And my boyfriend was there; he played with us. I woke up very, very pleased.
I’m starting to get to the point where I hate preps. Seriously, one of my away messages is ‘I hate preps. They’re demon spawn. Evil, pink, demon spawn’. You know how ANNOYING it is to be walking down the hallway, appropriately comfortable with your ‘signifigant other’, and all of a sudden to hear behind you. “OMG, you have a boyfriend? Probably like, your first one, right? Hold hands! Hello? Hold hands, duh!” (Which, by the way, I was close enough. We were practically intertwined with one another, how do you think they figured out we were a couple?)

…..Flippin’ idiots

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