I don't know if it's me or the drug but it is getting to the point where I can't differentiate between what is real and what is dream.
Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I DO live in my own little world. I just wish I could tell the difference so I wouldn't 1) wake up to disappointment and 2) start stories to my friends with "Remember the time..." only to finish with them saying, "That never happened."
I dream stuff and then it feels like memories.
I dreamed that I fell asleep at Stefan's and didn't get home until five in the morning.
The most vivid dreams always come when I am taking short naps.
I also dreamed that my dad bought me chocolate cake, of the Entenmann's variety. Then I woke up and it wasn't there, and that would be really good right now.
But guess what we are having for dinner? TACOS!!
Gir: "I love the little tacos. I love them GOOD."
Stefan called me at around one to tell me Zim was on, and I was already watching it. He then told me that he needed to go and look for a rental car with his mom, and that he would be back later. This is what he said,
"Yeah, I'm gonna be back later. I'm gonna get bored later. Hella bored. So, I'm gonna work on my CD Tower (he builds things) and then I'm gonna get hella bored so I am gonna call you."
So does this mean he is calling me because I am merely something to take his mind off the boredom, or does this mean he is calling me because I am fun and he enjoys my company?
Well, after last night I am lucky that he calls me at all. We have hung out all weekend long, and I was afraid that I was getting to be a bore last night. But then he got all weird and asked ME, "Hey, Katie... I'm not boring to hang out with am I?"
Ok, I feel better now. Here are the facts:
*We've hung out all weekend
*He's initiated it
*He's the one who voiced his insecurity regarding boring-ness
*He implied that he wants to hang out later
It's all good. I need to stop thinking about it so much.
Or maybe this power-pop has changed my mood.
Who cares, I'm good to go.