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juldeaI've decided not to shower this morning. It'll just cut into my posting time, and make my hair wet which will make me even colder in all my freezing cold classes. Maybe I should start working out at night and showering then... But then I'd be up until 2 every night. Ew.
I had two distinct dreams last night. One dream was that I developed very extreme romantic tension with someone living in Norman and was really confused about what to do (I can't even consider myself single in DREAMS, I'm always worrying about if Jason will find out or what Jason will think, hehe). I can't remember who the person was that I fell so hard for, though, and in fact I think that he was a made-up dream person. In the dream, of course, he was friends with all of my friends, and when we had some big party and he and I were doing nothing but sticking around each other and trying hard not to touch each other, everyone figured out what was going on and was very scandalized. Hey, he tried to kiss me goodnight and I said no! I'm still a good girl! ;)
My other dream involved being at a high school football game with Karen. We were in the stands watching -- well, mainly watching the two high-school bands have shout wars and music wars across the stadium. Then the weird part came... it was time for halftime, and the referee called up some assistant, who had been standing near our band, to talk about their half-time strategy. The bands lined up on the ends of the field and the two referees spaced themselves equally... and then "our" band began running down the field and the other band followed! The assistant referee was supposed to keep the other band from mirroring ours, it was some big calamity, and because their band met up with ours near the far goalpost, it made them have some kind of amazing lead when the bands started playing football against each other (bog). Anyway, as the assistant referee guy came back towards the sidelines, Karen and I started yelling mean things about him being a cheating traitor. At least "cheating traitor" were the words that made him look at me and walk towards me in the stands menacingly. He asked me why I would say that, and I said it was because he was a cheating traitor. He looked offended and told me I had skinny legs (meant in an insulting manner), and I just grinned (I was being a wise-ass) and told him thanks, I had been trying to watch my figure. And he said, "You think you look good?" and I said, "Definitely". He kind of snorted and walked off. Then for some reason as he was walking off he was pulling behind him some big sign on wheels, and I don't remember what it said but it made Karen and I burst out with laughter and he glared at us a lot. Then he flipped the sign over but that was even funnier because the sign featured the top half of some kind of old junky car and the man was walking just right so that the picture lined up with the bottom of HIS car, which wasn't junky, and made his car look really funny... So Karen and I laughed and laughed and I woke up.
I had two distinct dreams last night. One dream was that I developed very extreme romantic tension with someone living in Norman and was really confused about what to do (I can't even consider myself single in DREAMS, I'm always worrying about if Jason will find out or what Jason will think, hehe). I can't remember who the person was that I fell so hard for, though, and in fact I think that he was a made-up dream person. In the dream, of course, he was friends with all of my friends, and when we had some big party and he and I were doing nothing but sticking around each other and trying hard not to touch each other, everyone figured out what was going on and was very scandalized. Hey, he tried to kiss me goodnight and I said no! I'm still a good girl! ;)
My other dream involved being at a high school football game with Karen. We were in the stands watching -- well, mainly watching the two high-school bands have shout wars and music wars across the stadium. Then the weird part came... it was time for halftime, and the referee called up some assistant, who had been standing near our band, to talk about their half-time strategy. The bands lined up on the ends of the field and the two referees spaced themselves equally... and then "our" band began running down the field and the other band followed! The assistant referee was supposed to keep the other band from mirroring ours, it was some big calamity, and because their band met up with ours near the far goalpost, it made them have some kind of amazing lead when the bands started playing football against each other (bog). Anyway, as the assistant referee guy came back towards the sidelines, Karen and I started yelling mean things about him being a cheating traitor. At least "cheating traitor" were the words that made him look at me and walk towards me in the stands menacingly. He asked me why I would say that, and I said it was because he was a cheating traitor. He looked offended and told me I had skinny legs (meant in an insulting manner), and I just grinned (I was being a wise-ass) and told him thanks, I had been trying to watch my figure. And he said, "You think you look good?" and I said, "Definitely". He kind of snorted and walked off. Then for some reason as he was walking off he was pulling behind him some big sign on wheels, and I don't remember what it said but it made Karen and I burst out with laughter and he glared at us a lot. Then he flipped the sign over but that was even funnier because the sign featured the top half of some kind of old junky car and the man was walking just right so that the picture lined up with the bottom of HIS car, which wasn't junky, and made his car look really funny... So Karen and I laughed and laughed and I woke up.