| Current mood: |  devious |
| Current music: | Did My Time, by Korn |
Yay for last night! Went to Peter's house after dinner and watched the rest of Saikano (which turned out to be so incredibly depressing that even Peter wasn't sure he could handle it, lol), and then I got him started on Fruits Basket. I figured he'd probably die from cuteness overload after the first episode, but he actually lasted through two and thought it was maybe pretty funny..... so we'll see how he likes the rest, perhaps today. Anyway, after that, I made my way back to campus and went with Sarah to rent some horror movies from Blockbuster for our Dingograhaween. We ended up getting A Nightmare on Elm Street and Rosemary's Baby, neither of which scared me. The latter was actually more on the freaking WEIRD side than scary... and now I don't like old people. Thanks a lot, Roman Polanksi.
So after the movies, we went to sleep...... and Sarah got up around 10 to go to church, so I got up with her. Apparently, I was talking in my sleep last night, and I hope none of it was understandable, seeing as how I was dreaming about a BOY *gasp*. Actually, it was a hilarious dream, now that I look back at it. The guy comes out of Woodlee and I'm up on top of the small hill (??) that is the Triangle - why the Triangle is a hill in my dream, I'll never know, save that it resembled my front yard a good bit. Anyway, he walks out, and I'm sitting with Bethany Perseghetti and Matt Smith, and we call to him... so he comes up, and I pretty much cross my arms and scowl at him because I'm upset with him. (Anyone who was at the dinner table with me last night knows who I'm talking about.) Some side notes: I distinctly remember a box of Life cereal beside me, which is quite amusing... I guess I've been eating too much Life lately if I'm starting to see the box in my dreams!! Plus I just finished my box yesterday, so that might be the reason. Weird, no? Man, if I see the infamous "him" today at lunch, I'm gonna.... well, probably just gonna cross my arms and scowl like in my dream. *sigh* I talk big like I'm going to kick some tush, but all I really ever end up doing is glaring.
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I never get tired of this.
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