I Like Being a Girl Because I Can Run Around.

wearing: pink Joe Boxer Jammies and House Coat
eating: nothing
listening to: 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls (so loud that I have to look at the LED on my phone to tell if it's ringing :P hehehe)

I chilled with The Party Posse lastnight, hehe. Good times - there was Survivor, a really stupid movie called Johnny English, some lego building, and last but not least, some titillating chit chat in the dark. lol! Since Curfew Boy (aka The Maestro) left at ten, (TEN!?!? who leaves at ten!!?!? grrr... :P!) the floor was open for discussion on his and my relationship. Hehe... which was a good thing, because seeing as it's so hard to discuss it with him, if i didn't discuss it with SOMEBODY , and soon, I'd probably explode from all my pent-up teenage emotions. They were all really supportive (THANKYOU, OH DEAR SWEET HOLY GOODNESS, THANKYOU!!! lol!!) and like, pushing me to ask him out (which I have been 'iffy' about for quite a while, but I'll get to that :) ) except for one thing that Mikey brought up, which is the possibility that if we went out, and broke up, that the friendship would be doomed. ...And I have to say, that had crossed my mind on more than one occaision, and could also be the reason why The Maestro is so reluctant and held-back. But I don't think that would happen. 'Cause for me, friendship is the strongest thing and essential for the basis of any good 'relationship'. And even though there are things and feelings that can be much more intense than friendship, they are not stronger. ...And if he sees this the way I do, then I don't think that would be a problem :) ! I love him SO much as a friend, and I wish he would somehow let his guard down and give this dating thing a shot. I have to talk to him about it, but I just don't know how... *sighs*

Only one other thing to report -- another screwed up dream!! FUN!!! :D! I got home at about one thirty this morning and got to sleep at around two, but then at about six thirty I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep due to restlessness and ummm... uhhh... lets say 'objectionable mental images' regarding 'some people' that I 'know'... grrr... (okay, calm down Anneliese...) <<>> heh... I'm cool. It's all cool...
But anyways, around eight I got to sleep again and had one mother of a disturbing dream. It was 'career day' at GCVI, and these magical blue writsbands that would materialize on your wrist would decide your career for you... only one problem. There was some kind of 'spirit' in the auditorium that had been 'taking' students -- in other words an evil monster that would eat you alive. And when my wristband appeared, all it said was 'blood', which meant I was a blood sacrafice for this stupid bastard demon monster thing. I panicked and tore off my wrist band, only to discover it had re-appeared within five minutes. I started freaking out, and told my friends (everyone I hung out with lastnight - The Maestro, Mikey, Mack and Spunki) and they were just all too excited to get their own damn writsbands to care. I kept tearing off my wristbands (which was a punishable offence by the way, but personally I don't know what could be worse than being fangoriously devoured by a gelatonous monster.) (Thank you, Strong Bad! lol!) but they kept re-appearing on my arm almost as fast as I tore them off. The Maestro went to wait in the aud for his wristband (he didn't believe there was a monster) and I went screaming after him telling him to get out, and I had to get out before the thing got me, but he didn't listen. And by that point I was so cheesed off that I ran, balling my eyes out, towards the exit. Oh wait, another problem - all the exits had disappeared with the same abstruseness and mystery as the stupid writstbands kept appearing. I came to a stop in one of the glass halls that leads to jock hall, I looked down at my arm, and to my horror there were about 50 writsbands that all read 'blood.' Just then, the girl from 'The Exorcist' came climbing up a ladder and in through a window, and then proceeded to make her way up the stairs in the old building. Without missing a beat, I practically flew out the window and down the ladder. As soon as I reached the ground (which was a good 70 feet down by the way) I started pulling off the wristbands again, but then a janitor, who was standing in the middle of a mud puddle in the feild, holding a rake, told me I was in 'big trouble' and that he was gunna get me. I started sprinting towards my house, with the janitor hot on my trail. For some reason I ended up at The McGregors house and The Mother was there talking on the phone to one of her friends. I bolted the doors shut and told my mom to call the police, but she continued on with her conversation. I went and hid in one of the kids rooms incase the janitor got in somehow.
Then I woke up. And I had never been more relieved in my life then when I discovered there were no little blue wristbands that read 'blood'.

The End.