date: february 9, 2001
time: 8:16 p.m.
listening to: could've been by tiffany
talking to: no one
feeling: fine
wearing: jeans, def leppard shirt
still what could've been is better than what could never be at all...could've been so beautiful, could've been so right...
lmfao. shut up. i like cheesy 80s music, damnit. for some ungodly reason i was watching the behind the music on tiffany last night, and i heard like, a part of this song, and i was wondering if it was the one i've thought of... the whole "could've been so beautiful" line. i wasn't sure if it was her or not. so nappy rescued me.
man, dreams are weird... one of my dreams last night was that jackie was giving me the "she's come undone" book that i've been asking her for to read for independent lit. she had called earlier yesterday and told me that she finally had it... but when i woke up, i wasn't entirely sure if she had called or not, i thought it was just in my dream. but no. she did call. lol.
i had another dream that was quite lengthy and i actually remembered it... i wrote it down quickly in case i forgot it, but i still remember most of it. anyway, here's what i wrote down. went to visit chrissy in buenos aires. her dad didn't like me. i had a bunch of american money. we went shopping and it looked like new york... i remember looking out a window down onto the street where we were shopping. then it like, zoomed to the store i was looking at, and that's where we were shopping. (i think the looking down on the street thing is from canada... cause we had a window wall in our hotel for the moffatts concert and i was looking out it.) went to the bathroom and had to leap over to the door. there was a like, empty part in the floor, which lead down to what i'm assuming was a bottom floor. a big fat guy held money in his hand and behind him, and wiggled it by his butt. given a hotdog [by chrissy] to lock the door with. it fell and me and chrissy ran out. i remember we were both scared to death that we were going to get in trouble for me dropping it. i asked chrissy why she didn't just grab [the money] (which turned out to be like, 100 american dollars) and run. she said that it was gross, that the man probably wanted something sick in return, like a sexual favor. went to her house. back shopping again. i find a porcelain fairy ring. huge wings [that wrapped around the finger, up to the knuckle], fairy kneeling [in a praying position]. fit on my ring finger. bought it. woke up. and then i sketched a tiny picture of the ring. so. weird, eh?
maybe i'll start writing down my dreams. i have all my weird hanson ones written down. i mean, these are dreams that i still remember to this day. hmm.
not much happened today...finally it's friday, though. duane's over and i won a dollar from him cause he didn't think that i could play the cds i burned in a car. (you can.) so. then we went to kmart to get contact paper to cover nevie's collage with... we listened to creedence clearwater revival on the way. :D i love them. i got flourescent post-it notes and "magic" tape and some cheesy plastic bracelets with matching rings too.
then i went to mega video to get a couple movies... but they didn't have virgin suicides. :( so i got fight club, cause i'm the only person in the goddamn world, i'm convinced, who hasn't seen that movie.
i found a picture of my grandpa in a pile of stuff my mom got from my dad's. i think i'm going to steal it.
i'll write more later, probably.