Wow. It's really been a year? Craaaazy. Last time I posted I was talking about ill-fitting jeans and Skittles (now that I think about it..those two may have had a correlation. Eff that, Skittles4Lyfe) I suppose I owe you all (all two of you) an explanation.
I've officially left Des Moines. Now living in the lovely city of Chicago. Circumstances changed in my life (which I'm not quite ready to discuss at this point. Give me about 12 beers and we'll talk). Worked an amaze-balls internship at Red Frog Events, and made so many new friends, and learned a LOT about myself. Currently unemployed, so I guess I have some free time to blog, and get famous and such (Jake Johnson, who plays Nick Miller on New Girl tweeted at me recently. Soak that up.) So I'm really going to start trying to be regular with this. Now, enough catching up, time for a dream.
To be honest, I'm not really sure what the eff happened last night in my dreams. The first half was one of my Chicago friends trying to make out with me, which is pretty weird (most of my Chicago friends assume I don't own real clothes, makeup, or a sense of hygiene, . Just kidding about the hygiene. But I really never tried to look good. Not so much a looker. oops) but I can't remember much. The second half was what got me.
I was definitely back in Ida Grove, shootin' some b-ball outside of the school (love Fresh Prince) when my ex-boyfriend and one of his best friends decided to challenge me in a game of two on two. I ended up teaming with a girl I played basketball with in high school (and she was dogshit. so bad.) I couldn't figure out how to change into athletic clothes. Don't get my started about the enigma that was my sports bra. Dream me couldn't figure it out. After about half an hour in dream time, I was finally laced up and ready to jam..only to find my ex making out with my teammate (bitch). I was like, "Who does that?!?" Ida Grove, obviously. The crazy thing is, is that the girl had recently gotten married, like a month ago. I brought that up, she just shrugs and smiles, and starts eating the face of my past man friend (she wasn't a zombie..yet) I do believe I was about to just go bananas on the court and throw down, but lucky for ex-teammates dream face, I was awoken by my alarm.
I'm still really confused. I think it was the Trader Joe's potstickers I ate at 1am. Just a guess.
