Sunday, January 23, 2011

"Have you ever noticed that ending a sentence with bitch is kinda like an explaination point, but without the yelling?" January 23, 2011

So, I've done nothing today. The most productive thing was texting Hippo. So this post will just be about recent dreams I've had about Gunnar, Jackie, Austin and Hippo.


  • We were all standing in Senior hall, (Me, Paige, Austin and Gunnar) and we were crying. So I’m guessing it was the last day at school before Gunnar and Austin graduated. And we were just in a big group hug, and it really felt like it was loosing them. It was just really heavy on me. And not even because of my feelings about Gunnar. Because they’re my closest friends and it was really hard thinking I’d be loosing them. And with Paige moving at the end of the year, and them graduating. It’s just a lot to think about. I mean, loosing your closest friends. I can hardly imagine it. And it’s still coming true.







  • I was standing in the commons, by the vending machines. And I was by myself, just getting drinks, and I see Gunnar, Austin, Hippo and Jackie on the other side of the commons, against a wall. And I go to wave, but then Jackie comes up to me and punches me. I don’t know why, but she does. And then Gunnar, Austin and Hippo take her side and hate me. This one was so realistic, it really creeped me out.







  • Then me, Jackie, Gunnar and Austin were standing in a dark room, with sheet music and our best instruments. (Austin, Jackie and Gunnar being on percussion, and me being on uke.) We were being forced to play at gunpoint, each of us had a different man point a gun at the back of our heads. We’d been playing for hours and hours and none of us wanted to play anymore. We were all crying but Austin, actually. And finally Gunnar couldn’t stand it, so he took off his quads. And he was shot in the head. And I saw it and everything. It was terrifying





  • Today I saw: Not much. I haven't even seen my mother yet today. It's 2:28 in the afternoon.
    Today I heard: Yeah, nothing of interest here, either.
    Today I smelled: Muffins! Freshly baked.
    Today I touched: My track pad. A lot. And my keys.
    Today I tasted: Fresh muffins and macaroons.

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