Epic fail
So Thursday night I had an epic fucking dream. However, I don’t remember any of it because my memory of it was overshadowed by a dream I had right after that was pretty much pointless.
In this second dream, I’m riding on Hector’s skateboard, while he’s on it. We somehow manage to do kickflips and ollies whilst I’m on it just standing there. Then some kid cruises by on a board, looks at our shoes, and says, “Etnies and MacBeths are for faggots.” …That was the whole dream.
I had a good weekend. Friday was fun relaxing, etc. But it wasn’t everything that I wanted out of it. Also this one girl I’m familiar with is insane, I’ve determined. That upset me quite a bit and led me to dislike internet-based communication. Hence I deleted my MySpace and about 30 friends. I feel liberated, though a little naked at the same time.
Saturday proved to be a great day. I woke up, not very hung over, and jumped into things. I don’t remember how I started the day, but I didn’t just sit around. Not much was accomplished until near-evening, when we trekked to Bacci’s and gorged on massive pizza. Afterwards we lounged and watched an old Italian film I’m not too fond of, as of now. Shortly thereafter Hector, Miguel, John and I journeyed to O’Hare for no reason at all. It was a great time just getting out and doing something random for once. On the return journey we stopped in at The Pick Me Up for a little replenishment. When we got back we had a little sleep over in Hector’s and my room. I fell asleep at 6:30, quite content.
I’m so ready to go home and just relax for 20 minutes. The semester is nearing it’s end and I can’t wait.
