was supposed to wake up at the butt crack of dawn today to go after-christmas shopping with the parentals. mother wanted to leave at 630 and get there at 7. so i set my alarm for 6 am. alarm went off as scheduled, but i lay in bed thinking "just a few more minutes..." until about 7 am when the parentals decided to leave without me. went back to sleep only to be awakened upon their return at 1030. mother walks into bedroom, sees i'm still asleep and says, "you don't want to go anymore?" and i shake my sleepy head and mumble "no" and she says, "do you want in-n-out?" and i mumble "yes" and she says something else which i have no idea what but i just shake my head and mumble "no" and fall back asleep. finally woke up around 230 and got up. noticed there was a bag with a pair of jeans in them just sitting on my bed (my mom does that a lot. when i'm asleep, she'll just leave bags of new clothes sitting on top of my sleeping body). took the jeans out and stared at it for about two minutes. then realized my contacts weren't in. so got up, put on my contacts, and ate my breakfast of in-n-out that was sitting on the kitchen table when i went downstairs. mother asked if i'd still like to go shopping and, as i'm still obssessed with that esprit shoulder bag i saw last wednesday, i say yes. so we went to great mall which was just the scariest thing the day after christmas. old navy and gap were complete dumps. and i swear, i tried on about twenty pairs of jeans (i need new pairs. two of mine have holes in not so nice places) but none of them fit right. and all the people at the mall were starting to scare me. so all we got was a new wallet for my dad and my lovely lovely esprit bag. i love it.
well, that was about it for my exciting day. bah. i'm gonna be alone for the next few days. everyone i know is on vacation. or just super busy. oh well. more alone time with the inner madness. more time to contemplate why i...oh! just remembered part of my funny conversation with chris. first, if you've never met christina chen before, you must know that she is the tomboy-est person i know (well, not really. she's just very tomboy-ish) and she does NOT shop at forever 21.
GrafTed 23: i think the only place i really spent time in was forever 21
GrafTed 23: which is a big surprise
lilith chick: WHOA
lilith chick: YES, IT IS.
lilith chick: did you get anything??
GrafTed 23: yeah... this nice shirt
lilith chick: YOU GOT SOMETHING?!
lilith chick: WOWWW...
GrafTed 23: it has two holes over the boobs
lilith chick: HAHAHAHA
GrafTed 23: sheesh cherry
lilith chick: wait, what?
GrafTed 23: LOL
GrafTed 23: shadduP!
lilith chick: WHAT?!
lilith chick: IT HAS TWO HOLES OVER THE BOOBS?
GrafTed 23: i just got a nice shirt
GrafTed 23: that's all
lilith chick: hahahahahaha
GrafTed 23: JUST KIDDING!
lilith chick: AHAHAHAHAHAHA
GrafTed 23: I WAS JUST KIDDING!
lilith chick: OKAY
GrafTed 23: what?!
lilith chick: I JUST FIGURED THAT OUT
lilith chick: I DON'T KNOW
lilith chick: YOU CAN GET WEIRD SOMETIMES
GrafTed 23: ....
GrafTed 23: =|
lilith chick: shut up.
GrafTed 23: you worry me sometimes
lilith chick: shuuuut up.
OH!! I ALMOST FORGOT. i had a very interesting dream last night. it wasn't a bad one, although it sounds like it was. i mean, it wasn't a nightmare at all. in fact, there was one very good part of it. i don't remember the details, but for some reason, we were fighting in a war against italy and i was a soldier on the front line. we launched like a huuuuuge array of missiles at them, but they just kept coming at us and there were so many of them they looked like toy soldiers. so i'm on the front line with a few other people and we pull out our handguns and start shooting at them. then someone orders us to use our machine guns so we do. and i'm just spraying bullets everywhere. but they're still coming. so we retreat into this house behind us. all of a sudden, there's like a cease fire and some people go out and have an italian barbecue. so during this break, i find these codes and some officer explains to me how to use the codes to send messages to destroy some italian city. you know, i even remember the code right now. it was ABZ or ATZ or something like that. anyway, after getting briefed on the codes, i go see how my wounded friends are doing. they weren't people i know in real life though. anyway, the three of them are lying on blankets near each other and there's a medical officer sitting nearby. i go to my girl friend first and she looks grouchy. i think she was shot or something. i kind of ignore the second guy and go straight to the third guy lying next to the girl. i ask him how he's doing and he says he hurt his right hip. i don't know how, but he did. i ask him if he'd like a massage and he says yes, so he turns over and i start massaging his shoulders and back. and i tell him, "i've never given a massage before so tell me if anything hurts or whatever" and he acknowledges me but from the sound of it, i can tell he likes it. while i'm massaging him, i'm careful to not touch his hip but i kind of run my hand over it anyway and ask him, "does it hurt if i touch you there?" and he flinches so i take that as a yes. all of a sudden, the cease fire is over and all hell breaks loose again and the house is being fired at. my girl friend immediately jumps up (despite being shot) and runs to go fight or whatever. the guy sits up and we look at each other and i kiss him on the cheek and turn to leave. but he pulls me down and kisses me back on my cheek and then on my neck and i feel all tingly inside and i realize that, well, we're a bit more than just friends. unfortunately, we're forced to separate since i have to keep a watch out for any signals to send the coded messages and he has to go fight, i guess. i just remember feeling really sad, yet focused, for the rest of the dream. i sat there keeping watch until about the end of the dream when i start sending the coded messages. it took me FOREVER to send them. which is just retarded if you think about it because coded messages in battle should be kept short so the messages will be received quicker and actions implemented sooner. you know? anyway, that's the end, i think. wow, that's a really long paragraph. *sigh* sorry. you know, when i woke up, all i could think about was that guy. ugh, it sounds so corny and cheesy what happened in my dream (about the guy, not the war), but well, that's my subconscious, what can i say. and a war against italy?! that's so random. hmmm.... try analyzing THIS one, freud!!
okay, this blog is long enough. i'm going to go read now. i'm going to finish reading at least ONE book before break is over. and seeing as how all my friends are either gone or busy for the next few days and how i have no life anyway even when they are here, i'm sure i'll have no problems concentrating on my book.