Often · Imitated, · Never · Equaled:

in my dream last night, cause i'm too lazy to albion--i was at this psychic and then my mom walked in but i hid from her in these green gardens/bushes and i climbed and shit and it was like another world, a new view, they were having a sale and it was arranged differently and i then pretended to "run into" mom and she and the psychic and i were talking about skirts or something.
then this really really hot guy i don't know was organizing my dresses, all of them were DVF and he wanted me to love him so he was in my closet (clothes/store rack actually) organizing these gorgeous dresses but i loved him anyway but figured i'd take advantage of him and have a clean room full of beauty
damn why isn't that real life?
in real life last night i woke up at 4am in so much pain and had to be heavily medicated, which i hate. then i went to sleep still in pain, sick. then, and i don't remember this, but apparently martin called me and i called him back and when i got the missed call after i woke up in the afternoon i called him, like "hey this is strange but what did we talk about his morning" and i explained the pain and the meds and i was still "tripping balls, i feel like a zombie"
"nothing just like to come to ms. selig--wait, what?"
kill me--i don't really remember the rest of that conversation either. something about how i wasn't at school today and he woke me up, i don't know. the point is this is the firt time i "can't remember" something. I've never drank till i blacked out, i remember everything always so this was really unbelievable when i checked my phone and saw that call.
but today was good other than the sick part, i saw daisy and lola which was cool.
had an awesome frozen yogurt courtesy of daisy's discount.
thanksgiving is for tomorrow. thanks, life, for real life, and good dreams, and dreams coming true, and college acceptance and good food and love and happiness and real life being not too different from the dreams.