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The Freshman (previously recorded entry) 12-22-'99: 3:15pm or so I've had a few dreams with The Freshman in them in the past few days....it's kinda weird. I guess I dream about people that kinda live in the back of my mind the most...I rarely ever dream about ben, but The Freshman...whoooooo. and I don't really know him...hee hee, him and ben are like opposites...I know ben really well, but I never see him. I see The Freshman all the time, but I don't know him. weird. anyway, so a few nights ago, I have some weird dream about an adventure. but in the end, I'm in lamonts and The Freshman walks in wearing a super punk-rock jacket with the chains and the spikes and zippers and everything. and I go over and put my arm around him and he gives me his jacket. and then we walk around lamonts and eventually I just woke up. I know...not really that exciting...I wish I could remember more about the "adventure" part but I can't...sometime about some chick dying in the laundry room and coming back to life or something. cracked out. then, sometime as I slept through that morning, I had another dream with him in it. it was like, I found his house and it was outin the country...wapato or benton city or some desolate place like that...maybe finley! anyway, so I go in and even though it's not like The Cousins house, it kinda reminds me of it. and I go in and there's The Freshman and I'm like "hey!" and I held out my hand to shake hands but like...I hold out my right hand and he holds out his left hand so we're doing this retarded shake. so then I just give him a big hug and we laugh. we chat a little, and I say something about being his stalker and we laugh over that, too. he was really nice in my dream, he smiled a lot. it was like we were best friends or something...weird. and just when I think it's stopper, I have ANOTHER. last night...he was in it along with his Little Friends. I'm not positive what happened in it, really...it was like me and jacque and lissie were going to food pavilion but we had to take this weird route down canal drive and we kept bumping into them...and it was like any one of our regular trips to burger ranch ot pik-a-pop or any other freshman hangout. but honestly.... The Freshman is like goat boy. taco wasn't in love with goat boy, ot anything, but she would time things just right so she would see him in the hall and stuff. sure she kidna knew him I guess, but it's not like she wanted him to have her baby or anything. I think sometimes maybe I should just go up and talk to him...but what fun would that be? he might be a total asshole, and that would ruin everything because he's not good looking enough to get away with being a jerk. all things come in their time, and I'm sure this will take it's course. in the meantime, he sure is fun to look at, and you know I'll be outside the auditorium at 2:13pm every day to get a look at him as he walks down the hall, regardless of the fact that I don't have a 6th hour class. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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