last night i had a dream that some food talked and when it did it was evil. particularly vanilla yogurt. wtf?

when is shit just gonna fall into place and start to make sense.

wish i could take the easy way out.

why are guys such pussies? i'm so sick of playin games.

If you had the opportunity to go to Dubai for free for a weekend, would you?

I'm aware that it's probably not normal to drink close to 2 40's of oe then run and work out for an hour. But it works for me somehow.

why do i even bother anymore

I love being able to look out my window and see the ocean. My mom's talking about moving out here and I hope she does. Time to test out my new running shoes...

Went to the gym tonight with my badass gang in our badass gear and played raquet ball, however the fuck it's spelled. Every time we hit the ball we made noises like pro tennis players and street fighters.

AND I AM SO STOKED, because if you read my previous entries I have been not wanting but NEEDING to take some KICKBOXING classes to get my fucking aggression out and my school gym offers classes for $3 a class! It was meant to be. I <3 you rowan! AND FIRST THIRSTY THURSDAY OF THE SEMESTER TOMORROW!

Had another vivid dream last night, but extremely violent this time. I was on the boardwalk and I went on a killing spree because some insane person told me to do it. Using a knife mostly slitting people's throats but some stabbings. Is this normal? It's probably just the result of playing too much bioshock.

Classes start tomorrow.

So much for staying sober. Went to a party last night and got black out drunk. I do remember punching some guy in the face, though. I lost my shoes. Some guy keeps texting me and i have no idea who the fuck he is. And i'm pretty sure i broke my pinky, but i think it's from punching objects and not from punching that guy in the face.

I had another really vivid dream last night where Lauren was driving my car and I was in the passenger seat texting on my phone. She pulled up to a liquor store and asked me to buy her a bottle of wine. We both got out of the car and there was a black woman getting out of the car next to us and a white couple that just came out of the store both staring up at the night sky. I looked up to see a bunch of fighter jets and some crazy red flashing lights. There was a tv in the window that was broadcasting everything but there was no text and someone nearby made the remark "they're not even telling us anything." I looked back up to the sky to watch, it was terrifying but amazing. Then a jet flew over us and I watched as the bottom opened up and a bomb fell out and landed about 2 feet from where we were standing. I felt really warm, everything went white and I woke up.

My plans for today: Tidy up my apartment, go food shopping, cook teriyaki stir fry for dinner, free rita's for dessert, play xbox, go jogging, play xbox. Maybe i'm going to miss summer a little bit.

I am sick of having these vivid dreams. I wouldn't call them nightmares, because they aren't scary at all, but they aren't good dreams. In the dream I had last night I kept trying to punch someone in the face. I was putting all my force behind it, putting my body weight into it, and I would barely touch the person. Like those dreams you have where someone is chasing you and no matter how hard you're running, you're getting nowhere. So now i woke up in a really pissed off mood and wish I had could afford kick boxing classes or something because i need to find some way to take out my aggression.

So 4 Days without a drink. Okay, i had a margarita at work today, but 4 days not getting drunk. I make a damn good margarita. I've had a lot more energy lately because of the exercise and shit, and i've been a lot more motivated to go running since i'm not piss drunk every night and whatnot. Got violently ill at work last night and had to leave early, that sucked. Hours of vomiting induced by an extremely nasty migraine earned me the nickname pukes mcgee. But seriously, I was pouring whiskey and beer and serving people then running to the bathroom to puke every five minutes because I had to wait for another bartender to come cover me. It was so good. Then when I was 30 seconds from my house I had to pull over so I could throw up into a bag because I couldn't hold it any longer, all while watching my car start to overheat from idling.
And right now I'm writing all of this because I can't fucking fall asleep for shit when i'm sober.
So when's this karma shit suppose to kick in again?

Fuckin A, the storm knocked out the light that hangs on my building right next to my bedroom window. Fuck yeah motherfuckers i hated that fuckin light. Seriously, why? Why does there have to be a bright ass light shining in my window at night, park crest? And simply sleep my ass, I gotta work 12 hours tomorrow. wtf, I need shit that works.

Running shoes
better sports bras
Toaster oven
Call of Duty
A car that doesn't cause anxiety
cheese grater
flight of the conchords season 2
magically stop loving cheese so much and alcohol and everything else bad for me
video camera

Tylenol simply sleep does not work, I need to get some ambien or some shit. Took two pills like two hours ago and I'm still tossing and turning. Also I'm not going to touch a drop of alcohol until the first thirsty Thursday of the semester, i've decided, because i've been drinking on my medication when i shouldn't because it fucks with my liver enough by itself. Wish me luck on that one.

WHY do i feel fucking starving and then as soon as food touches my mouth i feel like vomiting?
I love food, I love sleep, why is my body turning on two of my favorite things? At least I can still stomach beer.

i miss sleep