My grandma who lives halfway across the world called today to make sure that we weren’t lost in the tornadoes down south. It was really sweet, but I was the only one who ran to get the phone… at 7 a.m. In the summer. Guys.
Then a girl in my art class called me because I’d apparently left some work there that I’ll have to come get before the school closes next week. Again, not a bad thing, but that was probably at 9 a.m.
I had a terribly horrible and religious based nightmare last night, guys. I won’t talk about it, no matter who asks, but it’s really sick. I hate when my nightmares involve kids and religion.
Maybe I shouldn’t have watched Iron Man (a film set heavily in extremist Middle Eastern culture) until 1 in the morning with my dad while heavily binging on Sour Patch Kids and old popcorn that the movie theatre gives us for free. I mean, just a guess.
Well yesterday I spent most of the night retrogaming (I really need to write some reviews…) with an old friend, and we’re going to see the new Iron Man tonight. But it’s not really a date. Is it? I feel like it’s not, but maybe that’s me being awkward. Or not wanting it to be. Because I’m only living here for two more months.
Is hanging out after you sleep with someone dating? Because I feel like we just have a lot of very specific things in common.