Dreams.
You know, it's weird. I know I had a dream last night... but I can't remember any of it.
That, in itself, isn't that weird... I normally don't remember my dreams. But the fact that I KNOW I had a dream... that bit is weird. Normally it's just... sleep, wake up. That's it. Not this morning... this morning I was sad when I woke up. Sad and drained... not "tired", but at the same time... just... a feeling that something was wrong. I wish I could remember the dream. Or, more importantly, figure out why I feel this way.
Chantal and Dave are going on a date on Sunday... go guys! I'm happy for them, so I'm trying to not let this feeling in the pit of my stomach go anywhere... but I really am happy for 'em. They'll make an extremely cute couple. Hopefully they're good for each other... but either way, I'm going to try and keep out of it as much as I can.
Maybe that's it... this feeling. I'm worried that I'll lose them as friends... it's not like a have a lot of extra friends just milling about. And Chantal has been one of my closest friends for years now... but whatever. This is a good thing. It is. They both deserve to be happy... and I think they will be happy together.
Heather didn't call last night... I'm not too surprised, she does have a life afterall (unlike me... no life here). I'm in St.Marys with my parents tonight, so even if she calls I won't be around for it. But I don't think she will... looming feeling of dread, I suppose.
Lastly, things with Margaret are finally winding down. She's hurt, of course, but that's expected... I just hope I can help her. I don't think she quite believes that she needs good friends more than she's ever needed a boyfriend (which I didn't want to be anyway)... but whatever. Being rejected is never easy, and she seems to be taking it pretty well. Of course, it could be because she's leaving for Germany in a few weeks. Who knows? Women are crazy.
I hope Heather calls. I hope she likes me.
(sigh)
Cheer up, emo kid... ah well!
That, in itself, isn't that weird... I normally don't remember my dreams. But the fact that I KNOW I had a dream... that bit is weird. Normally it's just... sleep, wake up. That's it. Not this morning... this morning I was sad when I woke up. Sad and drained... not "tired", but at the same time... just... a feeling that something was wrong. I wish I could remember the dream. Or, more importantly, figure out why I feel this way.
Chantal and Dave are going on a date on Sunday... go guys! I'm happy for them, so I'm trying to not let this feeling in the pit of my stomach go anywhere... but I really am happy for 'em. They'll make an extremely cute couple. Hopefully they're good for each other... but either way, I'm going to try and keep out of it as much as I can.
Maybe that's it... this feeling. I'm worried that I'll lose them as friends... it's not like a have a lot of extra friends just milling about. And Chantal has been one of my closest friends for years now... but whatever. This is a good thing. It is. They both deserve to be happy... and I think they will be happy together.
Heather didn't call last night... I'm not too surprised, she does have a life afterall (unlike me... no life here). I'm in St.Marys with my parents tonight, so even if she calls I won't be around for it. But I don't think she will... looming feeling of dread, I suppose.
Lastly, things with Margaret are finally winding down. She's hurt, of course, but that's expected... I just hope I can help her. I don't think she quite believes that she needs good friends more than she's ever needed a boyfriend (which I didn't want to be anyway)... but whatever. Being rejected is never easy, and she seems to be taking it pretty well. Of course, it could be because she's leaving for Germany in a few weeks. Who knows? Women are crazy.
I hope Heather calls. I hope she likes me.
(sigh)
Cheer up, emo kid... ah well!
posted by Marx at 6:26 AM
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