If this is crazy, lock me up for life.

The Dream Man.

I was walking, or rather, skating down the street, when this guy in a Jeep Cheroke pulls out of a drive way. He's got really long, pink hair. Like Maynard, only pink. The Jeep is this matted green color, like pea green or lighter, and it's a good paint job, but the paint was obviously like house paint or something.
I figured the guy was a drag queen or something, looking at his hair, he might have even had make up on. He started driving alongside me. We cat called to eachother, then joked around. He seemed kinda cool in a 'i'm the king in a queen show.'
I was starting to get near my street, and as much fun as this guy was, I didn't want him to know where I lived, so I started skating really fast and weaved between houses, and ducked into my house. I went into the kitchen and started talking to my mom and brother. 15-30 minutes later this is a knock at the back door. I hear a voice call out and it's the guy. I grab a wash cloth and cover my face, so he won't be able to see me. Doesn't do me any good, he has somehow gotten friendly enough with my mom and brother that they let him in. He walks over to me, and removed the cloth. I immediately pull it back on my face, pretending I'm hurt or sick or anything. But before I do, I catch a glimpse at him.
His hair was all cut off, and this nice medium to dark brown color with natural highlights. It was kinda messy styled. He's wearing normal clothes, and GORGEOUS. Not, I'm a famous celebrity gorgeous, but oh my, what is HE doing in my house good-looking. I'm probably blushing under the washcloth by now.

I try walking away from him, but he follows me, and probably isn't buying my I'm sick and hurt act. We end up sitting on the steps to the well of my house. He's got an icecube that he's trying to wrap up to use on my face. I've put marks all over it, and I'm red and flustered from the washcloth. He pulls it down and uses the icecube. No surprise I'm fine in seconds. I ask him about his hair, and he CASUALLY replies that he was going to change it anyway or was looking for a reason to change it. I smile at him, and we both know, I'm totally gone for him.

The next time I see him, a little bit of time has past, but we've spent it together. We're going to a dance. (how highschool, right?). Only it's at a Walmart. I show up first, dressed in a skirt/vest dress thingy of dark red and black shimmery swirls that almost look like army fatigues, and a white blouse under, with a black beret in my dark red hair. My guy shows up, head to toe army fatigues of green, with a sublte 80's perm and a cheesy little mustache. I love it all. Some jock assholes outside give him crap about it, but we go inside, and talk about getting disguises. I go to the makeup/hair color section and pick out a box of yellow blonde, and we start talking about coloring my hair right there. We pretty much have free reign of the store.

Next I see him, I'm at his house. He's got two or three sisters. Two definitely twins if three. They all have this dark, probably black hair, and the long haired two give me vague replies to me questions of his locations, and the short cropped hair girl just walks in the house and disappears.
I find him, in this common room, and his dad appears in a wife beater and boxers. He's got a handle of vodka and a baseball bat, and gives it to his son, telling him to punish him. My guy drops the bat and vodka, tells his dad he's not going to beat him with the bat, and we take off.

This part is a little foggy, but I recall something about us sitting outside, and he's a little bummed, so I try and cheer him up but cuddling with him or something.

All I know if, we had so much fun together. He wasn't an actor, but loved to dress up. So we got to do cool things like that together. And he was really down to earth, humble but strong.

And when I went to Target today, and saw the hunters jacket, green fatigue like, my heart fluttered and I thought about my guy. Who I can't name, but makes me really happy and full of this warm squishy feeling.
I actually feel like, so long as I could dream about his at night, I wouldn't need anything/anyone (romatically) in my life. Like I said, if this is crazy, lock me up, because it's still making me so happy, so hopeful. I feel like I could really meet him in real life.

I'll have to save another post to talk about the new love of my life.

But for now, all I want to say, is omg you dorks. http://www.fallenascension.com/ How do you have an EQ guild, with a chunk of members, for a game that hasn't even come out yet? And isn't all this guild participation taking away from all your other gamer needs?

All I know is that the more I read about EQII, the more I like EQ the first. Then again, I'm not lvl 65 with 435234567 AA's. But really, they're making EQ sound so...unappealing. Specialized tradeskills? My cleric now handles just about every tradeskill herself, I prefer it that way, as I don't have to switch chars to get something made, and I don't have to wait on or beg someone else to make something for me. What is Sony thinking? Trying to get online gamers to get along that well? GL.

Now I am going to crawl off and pretend to do something cool, when I am actually booting up EQ. (YAY to an extended month of summer before school starts!)

Like Amelie, I think I'm prefering my imagination over reality.

I had the sweetest dream last night. Granted it was spliced with EQ, and my repeatedly dying on my cleric while trying to run from pumas, gating or this girl who wanted to kill me.

The other part was me re-falling in love with someone. I think that's sweeter that the first time. You've been there, done that, and ended it. But, for whatever reason, that doesn't stop your heart from pitter-pattering again.

It didn't stop me from seeing him at the library (in my dream) and being nervous to stand around him. The way I had to leave the section of theatre books I was reading, until he passed. But he only snuck up on me when I went back to look at them.
The way we shyly walked around eachother. So timid. So wonderful.

There is something humbling and soaring about falling in love. Even more so when it's the second time around. All the wrongs and magically righted. (even if only for the duration of the euphoria). Something so optimistic about the second fall. We know eachother already, so that parts out of the way. But we're meeting eachother again, in our hearts.

This is all so silly and sweet, til you take into account that the person I dreamt about was Josh.

Thank goodness my last post appeared. I was worried I'd have to type it all over again, and really, it's just not the same the second time around.

Going to attempt the name change tomorrow. Cool stuff huh?

To balance that off, I started on Drinal in EQ. My rogue is now lvl 13. But it's fun cause RL (for you warren) friends are on that server, so I feel like i'm sort of social. It only sucks cause I feel like I'm abandoning my guild in Quellious, but I'll be partaking in a raid tomorrow. And on the plus side, putting in my old graphics card seems to have fixed my problem. So yay!

And if I get this job at Hollywood Blvd, I'm going to get highspeed, and split the $$ with my brother.

weeeeeeee.

<3

This has been a long and exhausting weekend. Yes, I had fun. Yes, I actually had money. But somehow I still feel like I'm in the red. Like, the money I have left over, won't be enough to make my mom happy. I owe her a lot of money. Well, only like $600, but that's still a lot.

Friday night, Brooke and I went to Circuit. Chix Mix was having a Glow party. We got there at exactly 1030, and they charged us full price, which sucked. The place wasn't even that happenin, and we sat around staring at the cage dancer, and the little groups of people that were also sitting around.
We decided to go back to her place, (free drinks there) and get a little more prepared for this party. Which, we probably should have done off the bat. A couple drinks later, some experimention with Soy milk and alcohol, and we were good to go.
There were more people when we got back, and I proceeded to dance for two hours straight, atleast. My spray-painted on techni-color JCS costume drew the attention of some cute girl, that I really didn't get to see, because I took off my glasses to dance. She ran up to me, practically hugging me, said she liked my dress, and ran away again before I could say anything. Not that I really had anything to say besides, thanks.
I saw her later, and tried to dance for her, but basically, I was lost.

We left around 3am. On the drive home, Brian called me, and asking for me to go over there and help him feed his roommates cat. I walked him through it, which was really cute, and talked to him up until I was all set to jump in the shower to wash the body paint off.

I like talking to people late at night. At that point, it's so late you're just babbling, but it's nice.

It was something like 630am when I went to sleep. I was so sore when I woke up that I needed to take a nap and a really hot shower to loosen my poor muscles up.

Bret had called the night before, but never caught up with us. He called again while I was napping, so I told him I'd talk to him later. Warren and Kiel showed up a little after nine, we ate, and went on a rushed hunt for tighty-whiteys, for my Brad costume. Running late, we rushed out to the Music Box, while I made calls to Brooke and Bret.

We got there five after, had to ditch our alcohol, which sucked cause I got like zero, while Kiel was 8-15 shots into it. Not that I need alcohol, but it would have been nicer considering all I was wearing was fake tighty-whiteys, a bra, and a white button up shirt, opened.

Warren was forced to throw dildos on stage, as his devirginizing, and I thought that was amazing. I saw Bret and Adam during this. Adam is a lot of fun, he shouted out things to the movie just like the guys behind us. I felt really bad that all I could remember was 'Slut, Asshole, and Six long nights (which apparently they now say seven nights. which sounds dumb.)

After, we went to Clark's. Me still without pants. Getting some interesting cat calls, and humoring so homeless guy on the train while I tried to put on my pants.

Clark's had the best chicken. Ever.

I'm always intimidated by Bret's height. I don't understand. I hang out with talls guys, but he always appears to be so TALL. Whereas Adam, who introduced me to his wedding wear, still seemed quite the little flamer, not that that's bad. I happen to prefer gay people sometimes.

Brooke's friends seemed cool, not that I really got to talk to them.

It was once again, sunrise when I did get to sleep, after talking to Brian again, who wanted me to go over and see When Harry Met Sally with him. I felt like death, so tired, but it was worse when I woke up. I feel like a zombie. I could be. My heel is all bloody was blisters last night. Scars of war.

All in all, it's all about southern illinois siluki (however the fuck you spell it.)