Reckless Romantic Rogue

So many fucking ridiculous dreams

After a nap on 6/19:

So I have a cat and for some reason in this dream I had taken her with me to the humane society where I adopted her because I wanted to buy another pet to be her companion. So I started talking to this lady who was a definite crazy cat lady and she kind of resembled Annette Bening. She went on and on about how cats are so cute and make such great pets. So I began looking at all of their cats when a guy came up to me and began trying to convince me to look at dogs. I was completely convinced solely because he was attractive. Later on, him and I were looking at organic animal food that they were selling there for no reason when he fed my cat a tomato. Immediately, my cat starting spazzing out and I had to get someone who worked there to help me. I thought she was fucking dying! So this guy was working on her and he looked up at me and said “Yeah, she’s dead.” and I just gave him a dirty look until he said “Nah, I’m just kidding!” and then I, pissed as shit, grabbed my cat and left. When I got to my car, the lady who resembled Annette Bening was standing by my car acting hysterical and then she asked me, tears running down her face, “You’ll still be my friend, right?!” and then she grabbed my cat and just about strangled her. Fuck that shit. That’s when I snatched my cat back and closed the car door and I told the lady “I’d rather you die than my cat.” and then I walked away and it ended. SO weird.

That night, 6/19:

So I’ve liked this guy for what feels like forever but we kind of don’t she each other ever so it is just weird when I get reminded of him like I was that day. Anyway, I ran into him in a really random way and him and I began to talk a lot and he doesn’t confess that he has liked me this whole time but it was kind of an understanding. So him and I are hanging out and it is kind of a mash up of my house and his like a cheesy date montage, and then fast forward to him and I lying in his bed together. Clothed, however. The next thing that happened was his parents telling me that they hated me and that when him and I get married they are never going to talk to us because we apparently had been together in the biblical sense even though in my dream I wasn’t conscious of that ever happening but his parents would have none of it. The whole time he just stood their like a lump while his parents tore me a new one. They hated me. Fuck. That sucked.

Last night, 6/20:

This is a two-parter. So the first part was about that kid, “Scott”, again. SO we were on a bus on our way to what was assumed to be a school function. I was sitting by my friends but he was pretty near us on the bus and we kept exchanging glances and he kept blushing and getting all smiley like a kid. Anyway, apparently, we were going to this teen club thing in the Midwest called Night Storm which he is obsessed with and I have been debating going for fun. I am a fucking idiot. So the whole time it was him and I at this club and he continued to stare at me in the same way until finally I talked to him and it turned out that he didn’t like me. Wow. So that weird dream ended and this new dream was fucking weird.

So it wasn’t me but this girl was in a foster home type situation with a lot of brothers and sisters, some of which were roommate with her. So she snuck out one night with a friend or two who were reckless characters and they started lighting stuff on fire next to these two apartment complexes. One of the buildings started on fire and she began to run home which was just down the block. As she ran, she heard sirens so she tore open the front door and ran int her room when her sister said “I know what you did.” and right after these teenage boys who were apparently her friends were pissed at her for destroying their apartment building. They forced her to come over and help them clean up the wreck. She began to dig through the rubble and clean the building and she started to paint on the side of the building and eventually it looked beautiful and no one was mad at her. The end. That was an oddly cryptic dream.

Reality sucks.

I haven’t had any good dreams lately. I live vicariously through the excitement of the dream version of my life. I need more sleep.

Summer Bucket List

So cliché. However, I am moving cross country next year and I have been so sheltered and naïve my whole life. I refuse to let Los Angeles be the first time I get drunk at a party and even my first kiss. I’m 17. My entire life I haven’t let anyone kiss me. Let’s change that.

- First kiss

- Do not cut hair

- Get effin’ tan

- Have a friendship picnic. LOLz.

- Go clubbin’

- Dance with attractive strangers

- Give a random guy my number

- Get drunk (in a safe environment, HA.)

- Stay on ChatRoulette for at least 15 min

- go to Denny’s reallllly late or early. Depending on how you look at it.

- Earn $500

- Attend a party

- Attend Summerfest

- See fireworks with my friends

- Random concert with a friend

- Go to the Dells

- Take pictures everyday

- Lie outside at night and stare at the stars with headphones on

- Go camping!

- Make new friends

- Be Gaga. All summer long. You were born this way, baby!

- Shoplift. You can give it back later. Just do it.

- Just look good everyday

- Sew a wearable garment

- Attend a midnight premiere… in costume!

- Go on a long road trip

- One really good outfit design a week

- Be athletic… at least once!

- Keep track of all of the songs that meant something this summer. Make a CD to remember it.

- Learn how to play a song on piano or guitar. Record a video. Put it on YouTube.

- Don’t sit inside all summer 

- Turn basement into hangout/studying spot