January 28, 2006
Weird dream.
I had a dream last night that a girl and I were getting into trouble at work because we did a shot in the washroom.
Meanwhile, another couple of girls were smoking up. But they didn’t get into trouble.
I was so angry I quit. It felt good.
(A gazillion other things were weird about the dream, like making “sushi” but really it was just big vegetable rolls, and also there were a bunch of brand new baby kittens that were so cute. Oh, and I was meeting a guy’s family for the first time, and I brought two other guys as dates. What?)
Sometimes I wonder about the stuff my mind comes up with.
Small world story. Went out last night for some big law student beer night. Met a cute boy. Talking. Found out he played hockey for Nipawin Hawks for two years. So of course we were bound to know some of the same people. First name he throws out? A relative of mine. Creeeeepyyyyy.
He was cute. We danced and flirted alot. Then he didn’t ask for my number. Huh? This is why men need to come equipped with handbooks, people.
I’m hungry, cold, and I slept in way too late. I need to clean my room and start on homework. Two midterms on the same day next week. Oh joy.
January 28th, 2006 at 9:47 pm
not that I would ever defend the male sex, but, do you know how hard it is to make that leap?
well, unless there is lots of alcohol in volved of course……..
January 28th, 2006 at 10:30 pm
Nice… sounds like a classy guy though! Man, I want to meet a nice classy guy like that! Bring me along next time.
January 29th, 2006 at 12:06 am
Gotta agree w/ Sean on this one. Rejection and pizza/taxi numbers are the norm.
Or maybe it’s me!
:)
Cheers,
lance
January 29th, 2006 at 10:35 am
Just a thought, why didn’t you ask him for his number? This is 2005, not 1954!
January 29th, 2006 at 6:01 pm
Because I am a chicken shit. That’s why.