well...it's sunday night. i'm fucking tired, and it's been a strange weekend for me.
friday night was the 60s thing. anne and i realized that it was 60s rock and felt our hippie outfits might not fit in, so i chickened out and changed into normal clothes. we still went down to molly malones and hung out for a bit. there we met this random guy i think his name was dan. he bought us each a drink and then invited us to a place called the matterhorn for more conversation and such. we, being bored, went along. the matterhorn is a pretty cool place and our new friend was quite inebriated. bought us a few more drinks and chatted for a bit, then started asking if i'd go on a date with him and such. i figured the guy wouldn't remember meeting us and gave him my number, curious as to what he was like sober, and wondering if i could actually have a guy ask me on an actual date. then we were all gonnna fuck off and he said bye and started to leave, then came back and kissed me. what the fuck is up with that? no asking, no warning...just a sudden attempt to eat my face. what the fuck....that's all i can say about that.
anyways, saturday we did pretty much nothing except eat chinese food and buy random hoop earrings and such.
saturday we started work at 4:30. fairly boring night, but i worked til 2am and then went over to boss-mans house to watch the rugby game live at 3:30am. then i couldn't sleep yet again. finally got to sleep for a while and then watched some of the livecast of the cal-usc game. fuck usc!!! we sucked and lost by a lot. stupid fucking football. didnt sleep again after that. played some xbox...was lazy. ate chinese food...now have been doing nothing.
ah, friday night i had the creepiest nightmare, had to read lord of the rings for an hour before i could fall back asleep. in the dream there was an accident, car accident maybe, and someone i cared about (not identifiable)was dead on the grass. then there was a head. a head, then i saw the body a bit further away from the head. then the head started talking. it wanted to tell me a secret or kiss me or something, but it was all bloody and dead and someone or something was carrying it because it knew that if it touched the ground it would die. so it started chasing me to get close and tell me or kiss me or whatever. it was so scary and it being a dream, i couldn't get away and i had to touch it's nasty dead nose to keep it from doing whatever it wanted to do to me. i woke up struggling in my bed and definitely in the middle of a scream or something. it doesn't sound nearly as scary as it was in the dream.
lets see...anything else to say...? cant think of anything.
been feeling kinda uhh...lonely's not the right word, maybe just wishing someone could unravel my head. there's not really that much in there, i just cant make any decisions, i usually bounce mythoughts off friends, but not many people to bounce em off. that's all.
that's enough of that deal...