I dreampt I woke up and then meg and maria were in the kitchen at my house... then, I got key lime custard out of the basement and spilled it... Then there was a big storm and somehow we ended up in the San Francisco bay. The waves were huge and I was trying to stay atop them so I wouldn't get attacked by sharks. We were all arguing about coastal erosion. Then, I saw Ash. He was this middle aged republican dude and I stayed atop the waves talking to him. After that, somehow, I ended up near the beach and there were these kids all around. I remember standing up in the sand and letting a wave hit me and push me up onto the beach because there was a rip current. Before that dream, I dreampt I was in a supermarket thingamabob and meg was asking me how to change a diaper... wtf.
this wasnt a dream, these are a few of stories my friend mike has made up... 1) he told this story about how one night i broke into his house and started eating meatballs off the floor...the reason in reality, i was picking up food i drpped in my friends house, sarah thought it was true for a bit.. 2) In a social essay about the French revolution, the first half is true stuff, then it switches to a story about celien dione giving napoleon poutine and saving the bastile
Oh god, I would love to go back to public school just so I could fuck around and make a story up in history class or something. But... I'm not going back for now.
