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Jun 9, 2009 - 06:22 PM |
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Dreams about the big ol' X |
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I realised I should write in my actual diary more. Yes, laugh it up, I actually put pen to paper and write my deepest darkest feelings down in a little book. It's very theraputic and I can be a right emo kid without judgement except my own =).
But anywho, about the title. I'm sure I'm not the only one, at least I hope not, but I keep having recurring dreams about my ex boyfriend. Around the time of the break up I was having dreams where I would cry and say let's get back together blah blah, but now he pops up in whatever situation I'm in. In one of them, I was at a book store and time slowed down completely when I went outside. I saw him across the street, ran over to him in slow motion and proceeded to punch him in the face. Other dreams he's been kissing one of my friends girlfriend to make me jealous, another he's been on a bus trying to get my attention...it's driving me nuts! But no doubt the more I think about it the more it's just going to keep popping up in my noggin.
The update on that is...I've given up trying to be his friend. Not because it's awkward, when we have bumped into each other it's been fine. It's more because even as friends he makes no effort to see me. He arranged to see me and then forgot about our plans, and shrugged it off as not a big deal. It's quite insulting really, and since he's so dependent with talking to people online because he likes to hide behind the safety of the computer screen I've just blocked him on every online medium. He has my number if he wants to reach me.
Saying all this though, he asked me to go out with his friend tonight, but fuck i'm having a mother fuckin pajama day. Booyah.
Went out last night and got absolutely carparked off a bottle of Jameson's. It was a house party, a lot of shameful pictures taken etc. But it was good fun. Also had a BBQ on the beach one evening, I do like living in such a beautiful place. BBQed waffles all the way!
I'm getting my results back tomorrow for this semesters Uni work. Timby is making me nervous...I'm pretty sure I did well on the screenwriting, I received a lot of positive responses from friends and the such and even created a buzz in a class I'm not apart of since one of the guys in there had read it. So fingers crossed on that one. Sound Design, the teacher is so lovely I hope he took pity on me and gave me a good grade. Research...ugh, I'd be lucky to scrape a 2:2. So it's quite a slope of good to shit really, I just hope I get a good average. Next year should be easier since it's only 2 units over each term, I find having so much to do at once so stressful.
Random things to mention, reading Stephen King's The Stand...not bad so far. Playing Xenogears and Sims 2, just to steal Pang's idea and simulate life in my own house and see if it matches up accordingly. It sorta works.
Going back to Prestonia on Friday, I wasn't going to go back but I figured you only live once and I might as well. It's the birthday of one of my best friends who passed away 3 years ago, and on the day all my girlies get together to raise a toast to her. It's a bittersweet occasion, but even though finances aren't on my side it'd be such a shame to miss it. Since I didn't plan on going back, I figured I'd just surprise the parentals, I've always wanted to do that since it's the last thing they'd be expecting. Huzzah!
Zzzzzz.
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