Have you ever had one of those really deeply intensely emotional dreams that when you wake up, the dream leaves lingering emotions? Like, you have a dream that you see a horrible accident, and you wake up still feeling traumatized by what you saw. Or maybe you dreamt that you won the lottery and woke up feeling rich.
Okay maybe not so much that second one, but for me, I dreamt I was in love! Shaquille O’Neal was my boyfriend! Haha. I don’t even like basketball ya’ll. But in this dream, Shaq and I were cuddled up in bed playing grabass and talking about sandals vs. flip-flops. Seriously, I cant make this crap up. Well, I mean, my brain made it up, but you know what I’m saying.
So when I woke up yesterday, I was all heavy-hearted about Shaq. Or maybe it wasn’t so much about Shaq, as I’m lonely! I suppose dreaming about some random sports figure is better than dreaming about the guy who dumped me more than two months ago, right?
Speaking of…him. What’s wrong with my brain that he dumped me in the cruelest way possible, and has made no attempts to contact me whatsoever, and I still miss him like crazy? Dreaming about Shaq was a welcome break from the almost constant dreams about Edgar. Even last night I dreamt that I had a daughter named Alirah, and that he was the father and I was looking for him to tell him we had a baby.
Sorry, I won’t go on and on, but sometimes my head gets so full of it I just want to scream.
Tonight was my last Sociology class. I got an 84 on the last test, which leaves me with an 88 final grade. Damn. I hate a B.
I was supposed to turn in a rough draft for my final essay in Comp2 on Thursday last week, but I didn’t get it finished. I said I’d email it to him over the weekend, but…my computer crashed. Seriously. Not only did the computer crash, but I lost every damn file on the computer. Every picture, text file, chat log, program….everything. Gone. I downloaded a data recovery program at work today and burned it to a disk, and sometime tomorrow morning I should know whether or not I can recover any of that data…but I’m certainly not going to hold my breath.
My truck did finally get fixed by the way. It cost me a grand total of $285 with al the parts and gas I had to put in it, but I”ve got some really cool pictures that sort of make up for it all. (Not to mention that, hey, I”ve got a new fuel pump and my truck is running better!) I probably should add in the cost of having to hear lectures from the Tard about taking care of my vehicle, and also the moment that the Tard and Red told me that putting the fuel pump in it didn’t fix it, and that it was probably an electronic issue and might take weeks to fx….and how I thought the world might end….but they were lying to teach me a lesson. Ugh.
Anyway, I really do have an essay to write, and no topic to speak of, so it looks like I might be up a while. Thursday is the end of the summer semester! I can see the finish line! 
