I had a dream this morning (after my alarm went off I went back to sleep) and it was random and made me feel giddy this morning.
I had a dream I went to a restaurant and sat at a long group table by myself before realizing it was reserved. So I sat at a small 4-chair table instead. Then I saw the cute guy on the bus sit at the long table, it was probably meant for his party. So, I don’t really know what I’m doing there or why but I just sit and look at what’s going on. Then his family members arrive (kids, aunts, uncle, mom, sisters etc) and they sit down. While I was watching them I somehow knew they were having a celebration for his diabetes. I don’t really know if he has diabetes in real life, but he did in my dream. And all of a sudden we switch scenes to chuck-e-cheese and preciosa and smells are with me. I tell them about he cute guy and that I had no idea he has diabetes, but then prec and smells both say “Yeah he does. I saw the little monitor thing on his belt.” So I was like, “okay he has diabetes.”
Smells, prec and I are about to head downstairs and leave when I bump into my friend Kevin. Our parents are best friends and we grew up together. He’s 2 years older than I am and has a girlfriend named suzie? idk. I’ve only bumped into him on campus a few times and we talk about how little we’ve seen each other over the years. Well, I introduce my friends to him and he asks me if I could buy him some beer from his parents store for a party later that day. Now I’m with my lcg steph and at a busy mall. It’s not a regular mall because it’s very cylindrical shaped and tall, like 13 stories tall. I said okay, so he gave me the money and I go with steph to the 3rd floor and buy some beer. I say hello to his mom and then steph and I leave. He lives on the 10th floor at the mall, so we go up there and I knock on his door. A little window (much like in the princess bride) opens and he asks for the beer. As I peek inside, I see all my michigan friends and some oregon friends partying while watching the Lakers vs. OKC game. Then I wake up.
I hate cheetah/leopard print with a passion. I can’t tell the difference between the two either. I never liked cheetah print because I think its grotesque. I don’t understand why it’s been the trend for the past couple of years. Cheetah print everything. Cheetah print blankets, shirts, iphone cases, shoes, pants, pencils, socks, bras, underwear etc. And what’s worse is that they come in an assortment of colors. BARF! Victoria’s secret is partly to blame for the cheetah fever by marketing “cute” prints for their PINK line. If you don’t already know, the PINK line is targeted towards the 12-25 age group. I remember walking into victorias secret once just to look around (because I can) and I immediately walked out of the store after seeing neon rainbow colored cheetah print underwear. WTF?! I about lost my mind. Who would want that? Even if it is just underwear, still, who would spend the 7$ to buy barfed up underwear like that? Well, not me.
I had a dream that Jules and my friend Geoff were dating. I saw them holding hands give a smooch, and then walk away together. I was confused because Geoff is gay.
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I have a rolley backpack and I’m not afraid to use it. For some reason, there’s a lot of hate towards this and its really strange. It’s actually really useful for short roadtrips and pulling a lot of study material/books around. I never really noticed the hate towards rolley backpacks until three particular events:
1) Studying for my mcats my junior year I used a rolley backpack to carry my things. Sure it was annoying to drag it up/down stairs because it always flips over, but it took the pressure off my shoulders. I remember sharon seeing me walk with it one time and she laughed, so did DJ and Jong and Pres.
2) Last summer a couple of us frontliners went to chicago. Everyone brought dufflebags or shoulder backpacks and I brought my rolley backpack. When we were unloading things from the trunk I remember someone saying “WHAT?! Who brought the rolley backpack?!” They laughed at me.
3) Roadtrips. When my friends all brought duffle bags, I brought my rolley backpack and they laughed at me. My friend sam said that there used to be a girl in her highschool who had a rolley backpack and she purposely ran over people’s feet with it.
Come on guys, is it really that weird? Do I look loser-ish or something? I don’t get it.
Whatever.
I had another marriage dream a couple of days ago. I had a dream that I was engaged to Jay, though I never saw him in my dream. It was horrifying, yet again. The ring I was wearing so so fugly. The wedding band (i know I said engaged, but the ring was actually a wedding band) was silver with yellow mustard paint on the outside. BARF. so ugly. I remember looking down at it and being so depressed and damned for the rest of my life. It was the worst feeling ever (although I’ve had many of these ‘worst feelings ever’ moments). I didn’t know why I was getting married to him either.
Long story short: it sucked.
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