Funny how things pass and don’t seem important anymore. Last year, at this time my grandmother was not expected to live beyond that week but she is very much alive and well. Also, last year was the big GDI fiasco with G. This year I went to the formal with him and has the most wonderful time. I showed him which one G. was and G. just showed him out. We did dips and kicks and twirls. He tried to make G jealous. I don’t know if he did but I know I had a great time. Afterward, J. came over and we took $140. worth of booze. Oh, but the formal was incredible. I had a wonderful time.
Really that is all I had to say. I am still dreaming about S. and how I lived with him when I was sleeping. But now I have added that he lives in C. too and we are going out together. I would like a boyfriend just so that we can share things. Secrets, stuff like that.
What’s Up? Well, I am going to the formal. I don’t know about C. At least I feel better about it. Hell, I can’t tell if she really wants to go or not. Even I don’t want to go for the right reasons. I want to go because I know what a good looking man G. is and let’s face it, P. will be there, I just want to make him jealous. The jerk, he could have asked me, but no! I hate men. Anyway, C. says she saw him looking at me on the way out. Sure, he was. He was probably asking himself, I wonder who would mercy-date her? Oh, shut up you swine! Now, C. wants to go again. After R. said no (but he had a good excuse and I am sure he would have gone.). So when I said why don’t you get set-up she almost had a cow! So why is J. going to set her up? Whatever! She is really going for the wrong reason. She will only hurt herself.
Anywho, I have been dreaming about one night I fell asleep and I wake up in the “Old West”. I spend two years there. One night I fall asleep there only to wake up here. But here is the cool part.I have been gone for only seven or eight hours. Anyway, my hair is really long, I am a very thin, I’ve got a tattoo, and a healed bullet wound. Try to deal with school after an ordeal like that. I’ve gone through the war with Mexico and France. I’ve been a gunslinger. I have been living and sleeping with a tough professional soldier for about two years. Boy, I would think that would change my view on life. I don’t think I will be too worried about hurting people’s feelings. I’d probably be able to think faster and be more careful in the decisions I do make. Anyway, it would be interesting to see what would happen.