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I get a call at like seven this morning form a withheld number. The only reason why I answered was because my sister will call from a withheld number form work. I should have known better that my sister would not be at work at seven o'clock in the morning. I answered the phone, half asleep. It was Patrick. He tells me hello and then says, "I want to see other people." I am in such a state of shock I can't say a thing. He repeats himself. I say okay. Then, Patrick says the same phrase again. I start to get angry to the fact that he wants to break up with me on the phone at seven in the morning! He says, "I want to see other people." Subsequently, I start to panic. I next thing I hear is another guys voice telling me that I am part of the Beaner and Ken show, on the radio, and that Patrick was crank calling me. I didn't think it was funny. I almost cried in frustration.
Later I listened to the skit on the radio. The guys on the show chose the phrase for Patrick. I was supposed to hang-up on him, but I didn't. For the record, I didn't like Beaner and Ken before this had happened. They are very offensive.
Writing from:
Right before class
I'm feeling:
embarrassed embarrassed
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The day after my most favorite holiday is leaving me wanting more. I feel like I wore the frumpiest costume anywhere. The style this year was "how much ass is showing?" Whatever happened to creative costumes? I would have won that one. It was wonderful weather for Halloween. I remember freezing last year.
Writing from:
Outside of Reynolds
I'm feeling:
grumpy grumpy
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It has been a year and five days since I started this account. My freshman year of school… was I really that stupid? Okay I am going to go down the list of boys for last year. I think this is funny… Jay Lumley – He had a girlfriend. Also, he was the reason why I started a LJ; so, he could read it. Tyler Pruett- Seriously, that wouldn’t have worked he was in NC at the time. Quinn- We were way too different for each other. Brett Minter- I think he was too hung up on his last girlfriend for us to work. Anyway I was always awkward with him. Then the entries got bigger for summer because I had more time to think and less to do. I am thinking about making this LJ more private. Like less “live” in a book. I am considering it. But I like the idea that someone can read it. Not like they really want to. They would probably get bored after reading the first page. We will see.
I'm feeling:
sick sick
Melody in my head:
Over My Head (Cable Car)
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I can’t focus until I write it all down.
I know that my relationship with Patrick is still new. It has only been two and a half months. I don’t know why I am flipping out wither or not we are being serious. Does it really matter? I enjoy Patrick’s company. I like myself better when I am around him. Why can’t I just be happy and leave it alone? I don’t need to be in a serious relationship. I just need to have fun. I can not get married. I don’t want to get married right now anyway for that matter. I think Patrick meeting my parents is too big. My parents meeting Patrick would mean I am serious with this boy. I need to take a step back. This is too soon. The events of the situation are telling me to slow down. It’s telling me that this is not the right time. Why do I need to rush? I need to chill. Poor Patrick. I can’t believe he can possibly tolerate this abuse.
I'm feeling:
guilty guilty
Melody in my head:
I'd like to buy the world a Coke
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My favorite part of an Oreo is the cream in the middle. After I eat the cream the cookie is left. That part is best left for the milk. I didn’t have any milk but I ate it anyway.
That is much like life. Some parts of life are good but others are better. Some parts are only good under certain situations for example: the cookie with milk is great and without is alright. However an Oreo is a good treat, I had rather have peanut butter and chocolate ice cream.
Melody in my head:
You can't always get what you want...
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