February 27, 2005


I'd like to thank the academy...

First off, Hitch was completely hilarious. Almost as good as the 45 minutes Keaton and I spent at Roma beforehand talking about Green Day and the Gilmore Girls over coffee.

I think my body is still trying to get over the 16 hours of sleep it took in on friday night/saturday morning. I just up and decided to lay in bed and watch tv at 6:30 Friday while I waited on Keaton to get home. He woke me up at various times to feed me, and make me get out of my work clothes and take birth control, and again when he left for work the next morning, but aside from that...I was out. Maybe it was just the final of all sickness leaving my body. I needed to recharge or something.

Such a long amount of sleep leads to some weird dreams. I won't say I lucid dream, because those people seem to be way into it, but I can always talk to myself in my dreams and tell myself it's a dream. And the times I can do that is when I tend to remember them as a more of a memory.

In an effort to not retype everything, I'll just paste what I posted yesterday in the Random Thoughts thread on Fazed.

I have dreams 2 or 3 nights a week where this guy I'm close friends with kills me. Like, not accidentally but brutally and sadistically. It repeated itself again last night.

And I have this other dream that recurs every few months where I watch this guy run from the cops then kill himself. I remember I had already been killed, but I was still running with this guy, and I ran off and one of the cops came after me, and I told him, I've seen this before, he's going to kill himself and I'm going to hide from the blood.

Then I end up in this world where alive people can still see some dead people. There's this guy I used to work with that's there and somehow he'd been killed the same day I had by an odd explosion. And we were both stuck in this weird world where we were dead, but everyone in the house alive or dead could see and talk with us. Chevy Chase was there and kept pointing a gun at me and then I would start crying, even though I was already dead. Then boy from past work that was also dead and I totally had hot dead people sex. Oh yeah.

Then after Keaton woke me up to say goodbye yesterday morning I had a dream we moved to dallas and I was driving around downtown kinda lost, when I came up to a parking lot with this guy and a bunch of kids holding hands. I pulled over and walked up to one of the kids and held his hand and the guy counted to 3. We all jumped...the parking lot had just been cemented. So we were leaving foot prints and hand prints and writing stuff everywhere in it.

It was interesting.

One of the things I started doing since I turned 18 was to buy myself a new outfit for my birthday. I buy clothes at such random times, but only recently have I looked at how my wardrobe changed and noticed everything in it is either Banana Republic, American Eagle or Old Navy. So in a throw back to when I was 13 and half of everything I had to wear my first year of junior high had a CK stamped somewhere on it, I purchased this shirt (not the sweater over it) and these jeans. But I really doubt any of you cared about my shopping experience.

I actually bought the jeans at The Jones Store here, but I went to both Jones Stores I was willing to drive too, and they didn't have the shirt in blue in the size I needed to be able to button it over my tits. So I just came home defeated and ordered the shirt from macys.com. Apparently macys.com is doing inventory so they don't know when they'll ship it. I'm more excited about the shirt I bought Keaton though. This just has hot written all over it. How I miss the days when he was forced to wear dress shirts.

Other than that, once midnight hits we'll be down to 12 days.

As shitty as occasional people are, it's amazing how loved I am by so many people. After running over the list, after having people buy plane tickets for them to see me, for me to see them, after having people rearrange work schedules and school schedules just to be near me, and after having people work in secrecy for them all to be convinced I'm somehow worth however much money they're each having to contribute I am honestly amazed and humbled at how many people truly consider me a friend. I love you all so much. I just want to tell you now, because I'll probably be too slobering drunk to actually form the words when I do see you all.

And besides, everyone loves an attention whore.


Posted by Courtney at February 27, 2005 11:13 PM
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