- I dreamt about meeting McFly, and hanging out on the beach with Dougie Poynter, showing him the awesomeness that is Bataan. And strangely, I could speak coherently and wasn't dying. Until one of their entourage tried to push me off a balcony, because I was "destroying their vacation" and they were "losing focus." I know. I did a lot of screaming in that dream. And then I woke up.
- I dreamt all the children in our vacation party were getting sick and turning green, and there was a little chapel across the road that was apparently haunted, and I went over there an tried to stay up all night, beside a gold statue holding a fish, and two Macbooks, and just when I felt the first inkling of a ghostly presence, and someone said, "There you are." I woke up. In another dream.
- I dreamt that I was part of an improv play with zombies in it, and I didn't know if I was going to be eaten for real or for pretend.
- Ina and I are singing at a sort-of open mic at the mall today, and I think I might die.
Help. I can't breathe.
/dies
I think I'm going to go practice a few million more times, and get something to eat before I pass out.
And I miss a bunch of boys. I don't know why they all have to be so far away. At least Joe is coming home for good in November, and Vince is coming for Christmas break, but I'm not going to see Miguel for a really long time, and I'll probably be 24 before I see Eli.
I hate money. Don't you?
(and I just figured out how to block followers here, so I'll be rambling full-time again. YES.)
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