No surprise.

Gad, I am so tired.

But on the bright side, thanks to my random, immature conversation with L. early this morning, I had nothing but immature (and altogether semi-pleasant) dreams. I dreamt about my old crush D. and a guy who used to be in my Latin class (and isn't that bad looking himself). I didn't even need my music at all. Not even once. *smiles*

Bless L. and her random ways, her amazing ability to match me in peculiarities.

It didn't work out quite so well last year when I stayed up all hours chatting with a big guy who graduated last year. That conversation took a turn for the more (how to say it?) sexual. (though it was still amusing, I'm sure he somehow got the impression I was flirting with him, which I seem to unconsciously do.) I still had bad dreams after that conversation, and thus was born my poem "Talisman" which came out rather well, horrible dreams and "distraught" mind notwithstanding.

But thanks to L. I had the best, most inconsequential dreams (well, to a point. it wasn't entirely immature, more insignificant really) than I've had in ages.

Finally a dream I can look over once or twice and then forget, or if I so desire, bring back up for more pleasant dreams, a nice alternative.

Something to dwell on when I shouldn't be dwelling on C., at the very least.