A diary of the mental compost heap that is my sleeping mind.
Friday, April 16, 2010
I am walking on my old college campus with a good friend of mine. From afar, I see a girl who I had a massive, unhealthy crush on my freshmen year. Fuck, we made eye contact, so now I have to say hello and act cool. We get talking and I am surprised to find that she actually seems happy to see me. I'm nervous, so of course I have to smoke, but as I slap around all my pockets, I realize that I forgot my cigarettes. She assures me that I shouldn't fret because we can smoke dandelion buds (???), but we have to go to a special place on campus to do this. The only way to get to this secret place is to cut through the theater building, so we all head in that direction.
As we enter the theater building, I stop and kiss her out of nowhere and then completely regret it because I know she doesn't like me. I try to recover and quickly change the subject. I ask her why we stopped hanging out after freshmen year. She replies, "Because I didn't think you actually liked my beautiful self". Allllright.
We head towards the back door of the theater building, but there is a production going on so everything is chaotic. Some women in charge, who looks more like a same-sex oriented gym teacher, starts screaming at us for being there.