Oh how the mighty have fallen...

I'm not necessarily sure that the title of this post will have anything to do with the post itself, but I really wanted to have that as my title. Anyways, I know I said I wouldn't discuss my day in here BUT I figure this is a story worth telling...actually... first off...

Have you ever had one of those dreams that, while it was happening seemed super real? Like, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and you had like actual feeling in the dream? I had one of those this morning... between 6:46 and 7:06 (the time will matter later on, trust me). In my dream, I was at a Bloc Party concert, and they needed someone to come up on stage and help them... much to my extreme delight Kele Okereke (lead singer and rhythm guitar) selected me to go up there and help, so i did, and it was amazing, then, I hopped back down after the song had completed and was standing in the front row of the audience and I looked over to the lead guitarist, Russell Lissack (see the picture to the left of this post) and I nodded (in recognition) at him, and he said "Hey, your hair is kind of like mine" so I laughed and replied "Haha, I guess it is!" (too shy to tell him i was trying to look like him...) to which he then turned to his fellow band mates and said "I told you it was a popular style!", a statement which the crowd laughed at, the band then asked for what song they should play, and thats when I heard the song "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance start playing... which (you may not know) is my friend (and transportation to and from school)'s ringtone. I look at the clock: it's 7:06. I pick up the phone. "Hey Im outside" me: "uhhhh can you go get shane and suzy first?" steve: "sure"

This leads us into part 2 of my epic journey this morn.

As I scrambled around my room like I'd never been in it before, all I could think about was "GAHHHH I WISH THAT DREAM WAS REAL!" as well as the usual "Oh man I'm so late", so I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, put on deodorant, some of my scent, and took my pills (a necessity), steve then called me back to inform me he was outside, I told him I'd be right out (even though I wasnt ready) so I snatched up my belt, shoved it in my pocket, grabbed my wallet, shoved that in my pocket too (with its chain dangling around), grabbed some dirty socks off the floor and my shoes, my bag, and ran out the door, holding up my pants because they were falling (due to my lack of belt-age) with my pen in my mouth. No one told me it was wet out. THANKS AGAIN SNOW, THANKS AGAIN. So i dived into steve's car and we were off to school.

But back to the actual "blogging" part of this, as I was sitting in class one of these days, I began wondering "What if one morning I woke up and no one knew me?" like, what if, upon waking one morning your mom (or dad) looked at you with utter confusion and worry, wanting to know what you were doing in their house, and everything continued like that throughout the day, all your friends got angry at you for following them around, proclaiming "Why the F*ck are you following me around creep?"... what would you do? Me, I'd break down, as my friends are my lifeblood. I just thought it was an interesting thought...