Good morning ladies!
I’ve heard in the past that dreams are basically a rehashing of your experiences from the day in a weird unconscious reasoning kind of way. Have you heard that? Well I’m here to tell you that last night my dreams certainly followed this pattern.
My last day of “evil” (read: possibly the last time I see Mr. Lively) + Hex Files search for “romance” and “NC-17” = disgustingly (read: heart wrenchingly) sweet dreams about the handsome classmate I am probably never going to see again.
I may have to write out the story at some point because I feel like someone else would enjoy reading it. (read: Being wrapped in fluff and love and hope in your dreams and then waking up to realize that none of that is going to happen sucks hardcore.)
I wish I was the kind of person that could actually walk up to someone in real life like I may frequently imagine doing while daydreaming or actually dreaming.
Unfortunately, I’m much more likely to stare like an idiot as those people I dream about walk right out the door. (read: I may admit to liking the colours red and gold but I will probably never wear them the way Valerie can, even if I can see the advantages in some situations.)
I have the Pants but I don’t know if even they can contain enough leftover bravery for me to attempt anything. (read: I feel like a rather hopeless romantic.)
Love you ladies (read: <3),
Dina
I'll hear about your fluff dream!!! The other night I had a normal dream that turned bad and then a good fluff dream :P
ReplyDeletealso you seem to have guts in every other aspect of life, why not this eh ?
I enjoy how there are stage directions instructing us how to read the script. Little problem though, not all directors interpret a play the same way. And you tell me all the time to not call myself hopeless!
ReplyDeleteI am a bloody coward half the time, and there were as you know two walk out of my lifes before I actually got a little proactive. And following that I am clammed right back up, so please don't hold me as the red and gold girl model... I feel like a Neville at best sometimes.
And as I said in text, you get called Simba by your Dad all the time, you don't need red and gold to be a lordly lion! Hunt him down on Facebook, 'friend' him, do the little things like that. Don't let it go!! Don't sit there when there is something you can do to stop something you don't want to happen!!
If he doesn't want to see you again, you have lost nothing by trying, and you DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE 'WHAT IF'S?'.
You could be a very good Slythindor Dina, time to come to terms with the fact that green and red are complimentary colours. ;)
Love you, hope I am not harping...
Valerie
valerie took the words right out of my mouth :) Facebook creep all the way! If the opportunity has not already passed, just ask him what courses he's taking next year! It's an innocent enough question, and an excellent ice breaker ;)
ReplyDeleteIf the opportunity has already passed, facebook it is :)
haha, but those fluffy dreams are the best, i do adore them very much so :) but you're right, the waking up is definitely the suckiest part :S lol
loves you Dinaaaaa
<3 <3 <3