The fiery furnaces

I couldn't sleep last night, & the few Z's I did catch were riddled with dreams that eerily fun-house-mirrored my real life.

At one point I dreamt that I was trying to tell Mad about sort of liking Evan (which never happend in real life) & having to choose between Chris & him. Even though there's no competition, in real life or my dreams. (Evans' a cool dude, but he makes me think of a mellowed out Ashton Kutcher who smokes to much pot.) But Mad was being a bitch & only wanted to yammer about herself. I think we were going to go swimming or some thing & I was looking for my bathing suit, when Madeleine started making up this song all about her. I got pissed off 'cause she's so self centered so I shoved her & ran out of the house. Then I proceeded to swim laps in the Rock river. (Which, in waking hind-sight, would not be such a good idea.)

It was bemusing. I much prefer the kind of dreams that shed light on a situation, or perhaps hand me a new way of looking at things. Not silly ones that share all the same feelings of my waking life with no resolution.

Now that I've recounted a bit of my bed time habits, I wonder if I should talk about Chris or Mad first? Hmm, I think I shall go with option number one.

So there's this guy, who's name I have mentioned frequently in this post. Mad 'n I met him at a show his band was playing about a year ago. (Or was it two?) He's also been working at Randee's for almost a year. He stopped in to B&N with one of his friendsters & we made with the chit-chat for a bit. I should have been working rather than yammering but it was a sslloooww night. Chris, predictably, asked for my number. Needless to say, I was thrilled. ^_^
There was some minor angst about that later because I couldn't remember his name (I'm bad with names! I can't help it), but it all worked out fine & dandy.

Novel cut short. I called Chris up & I hung out with him & some of his friendsters a couple days ago, & last night we watched a movie at his house & got our mac on. Bow chicka waw-wow.

I am so vulgar. Tee-hee!

Okay, on to complaining about Mad'Dog!
So the basic gist of things is, my bestest-friendster hasn't been much of a friend lately. She's really distant, & I feel like she's figuratively looking down her nose at me when ever I start recounting some of the happenings of my life. It's like the last couple of months she's just been more & more & like a snobby bitch. Not to mention self-centered. She's always acted like the whole goddamn universe revolved around her, but she's failing to see the expansion. Or maybe she does see all the planets slowly drifting away so she's trying to compensate by making even more shit all about her. UGH. Needless to say I'm feeling very frustrated. Hence the gratuitously colorful language. So I've stopped calling her. To be honest, I don't want to deal with any drama, so she can sort her own shit out. And if she still wants to be friends when it's all said & done, I'll be here.

Blah buh-blah buh-blah.

I need to pick an oral surgeon. I need all four of my wisdom teeth removed. I'm really not looking forward to having my gums cut open & my teeth yanked out, but I will be happy when my teeth are through with all the wise-pain.

Ooooh! Speaking of my teeth I'm getting a new retainer! As weird as it might be, I'm actually really syked about it.

Okay. That's enough crap from me today.
Love & pick-ups,
Ariel