You don't throw a freakin' wet washcloth at my face from out the window of a cream Escalade and get away with it.
"ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING LITTLE ASSHOLE!"

Don't worry, it was just a dream. But it was still one of Mo's cousin's doing it in the dream. Mo's mom was driving, heard me scream and turned around go bitch me out. Amazingly enough Mo backed me up.
It was almost painful though because I woke up wanting him. I wanted one of his hugs. He was back with me, just hanging out and wanting to be around me and hugging me in the dream. The shadow feeling of one of the best hugs in the world from the best smelling guy I've ever been with...it sucks waking up with that. Honest to god. It was such a good dream but good dreams blow because most of the time they're good because you're with someone you miss. You wake up, they're not there and you just want to cry or something.
There was stuff in the dream with a parking garage, dead blue whales washing up on the beach(sad seriously), and a movie theatre but I can't remember the exact details. The blue whale was really sad, seeing such a massive beautiful beast dead with blood washing in the foam of the waves.

I feel very teary-eyed a lot lately.
I got all teary-eyed this morning thinking about Netta and KP.
I got teary-eyed over Mo.
I got teary-eyed over Kacey.
I got teary-eyed....well....over everything.
Okay, yeah, part of it is a whopping load of girly PMS but even with PMS it really is not normal in the slightest sense. I am not a teary-randomly-emo-person.
Gah.
I guess I just feel like a bad friend lately.

Stupid sadness. I can't be sad. It's hell week. I need to focus.

I need to go to class.
Bye.
~Lo