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I had a freakin' scary dream last night. I have a somewhat psychotic 'friend' named Noah, and I know that I've pissed him off semi-recently. Note to self: do not piss of psychotic people. No good can come of it.
And so I had a dream last night that I was walking through the extremely crowded hallways at school and suddenly he comes up behind me, holding a thumbtack somewhat ominously and smiling.
I laugh, in my typical, 'oh, look, pain,' way, half terrified, and half morbidly fascinated. "What're you doing?" I ask.
He moves closer, and I consider backing away, but I am frozen in place. He grabs my arm and stares into my eyes.
"Please don't stab me with that?" I protest feebly, but it's not worth it, and he does so, and it hurts surprisingly little for the turmoil I'm feeling.
He proceeds to punch it into me several more times, and I finally wake up, somewhat freaking out. The really scary part is that I know it could happen, and that I shouldn't piss him off the way I do, but it always happens. I can't be expected to sacrifice my sanity for him, can I?
-guilt wells up- Seriously, though, if he shoots up the school because of me, then I will never be able to live with myself...
...then again, if he shoots up the school, then I'm dead already, so it's kinda meaningless.
That does -not- make me feel any better. neutral
In other news, my girlfriend looked so pretty today I swear she took my breath away.
And I know she'd never believe me if I told her that, but it's 100% true.
I kept glancing at her in English because I couldn't help myself, but I don't think she noticed. I was afraid my teacher did, though, because he gave me a knowing smile when I walked out of the classroom. But he couldn't have noticed, because he was sitting behind his desk, and couldn't have seen us...
Then again, I -always- look at her like that, so it could be he's known since day one. whee
I think I've acertained that no one actually looks at these things. If you read my journal, or have even just randomly looked at this page, PM me or something. I'd really like to know. Much appreciated! heart
I had a freakin' scary dream last night. I have a somewhat psychotic 'friend' named Noah, and I know that I've pissed him off semi-recently. Note to self: do not piss of psychotic people. No good can come of it.
And so I had a dream last night that I was walking through the extremely crowded hallways at school and suddenly he comes up behind me, holding a thumbtack somewhat ominously and smiling.
I laugh, in my typical, 'oh, look, pain,' way, half terrified, and half morbidly fascinated. "What're you doing?" I ask.
He moves closer, and I consider backing away, but I am frozen in place. He grabs my arm and stares into my eyes.
"Please don't stab me with that?" I protest feebly, but it's not worth it, and he does so, and it hurts surprisingly little for the turmoil I'm feeling.
He proceeds to punch it into me several more times, and I finally wake up, somewhat freaking out. The really scary part is that I know it could happen, and that I shouldn't piss him off the way I do, but it always happens. I can't be expected to sacrifice my sanity for him, can I?
-guilt wells up- Seriously, though, if he shoots up the school because of me, then I will never be able to live with myself...
...then again, if he shoots up the school, then I'm dead already, so it's kinda meaningless.
That does -not- make me feel any better. neutral
In other news, my girlfriend looked so pretty today I swear she took my breath away.
And I know she'd never believe me if I told her that, but it's 100% true.
I kept glancing at her in English because I couldn't help myself, but I don't think she noticed. I was afraid my teacher did, though, because he gave me a knowing smile when I walked out of the classroom. But he couldn't have noticed, because he was sitting behind his desk, and couldn't have seen us...
Then again, I -always- look at her like that, so it could be he's known since day one. whee
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind . ¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•
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