Then hurt me.
You know what I've been doing the last two days...I don't know. Sitting around and being pretty apathetic. Saturday was a family party and that was so mind-numbingly boring. I can't find anything fun about it. Maybe leaving to go to Big 5 and being educated about guns. But I wouldn't call that fun either. Then my cousin and my sister and I decided to go out and rent. We got West Side Story and Fight Club. Man, we didn't even make it through half of West Side Story without getting sleepy.
Anyway, I had this pretty funny dream last night. It was about this contest. There were like two teams or something, and we had to compete for some sort of prize and it was like watching TV. There was this one challenge where we had to redo someone's wardrobe because she needed it. And like...we went to this shit-ass mall, so we didn't find anything and I remember going into a store that had shirts with shoulder pads. Man...I don't know if we lost that one. But I think we did. When we got back it was weird, it was like camp. And there was like war. I went out on the line, and when I got back to the "camp" there was like this love triangle going on, which I really don't know what that's about all up in my head, but it was there. And yeah...I can't remember the rest, but I terribly wish I did, because it all sounds like a show I would watch.
Today we watched TV movies that were supposed to be based on real-life, ate KFC, played LIFE (tm) and I watched West Side Story and Fight Club. Tomorrow I have to work on humanities with my group. That project is making me nuts. Really. If wasn't neurotic before, then I certainly am now.
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