Dreaming

Yes another post in the same day. Took a nap and woke up feeling melancholy. Oh it happens. Hasn't for a good while though. Of course, it could have something to do with the some that kept playing in my dream. Or the dream itself. Or both.
It was a very sweet dream. Sweet and racy. Aren't those always the best?
Sweet because it was like we were there and it was ok. A bit sad cuz we knew it would end sooner than later but..yeah. Racy becaues well...oh please. Like it's hard to imagine.



La veritas? Nu pue est jun.
How sad it is.
Let's not dwell.

Today is friday and so it is a good day, no?
Por unos, si. Pero para mi los dias se sienten the same. Not sure why, pienso que es porque I don't do much that is that different. Like, ayer fue almost el mismo que hoy. I need algo nuevo to do. I really do.
But I already have so much on my plate right now.
That was a random rush of spanglish. Sometimes I gotta watch that. I'll start a sentence in english and switch to spanish. Or I'll add in a random romanian word lol. Then ppl stare. To me it all translates the same though. Sometimes it takes me awhile to realize that ppl are talking to me in spanish and not english. Ha!
Got to watch one of my fave shows today :) WWYD? is excellent. I can't wait till next Friday. Haha.
You know I was thinking about my friend who decided to just up and leave. Ok so maybe there was more to it than that. Lol. I just feel a little miffed at how sudden it was.
Well, he called and made my day. I love phone calls. Especially when they're unexpected and from someone I care about. So that was very cool. We couldn't talk long cuz of the bill. Yikes. I don't even want to think about how much an hour conversation would cost. I'm not even sure where he was calling from. His flight was good. He's getting settled with the wifey. (She sucks) Getting ready to teach starting in May. I'm happy for him. I miss him but he really sounds like that is where he's meant to be. I've never heard him so overjoyed. But man am I missing him.
He always tolerated, if not understood, me. Like ME me, not just the one I try to hold back sometimes. I could show up at his house no matter what the time and he'd wake up to talk. Much to his wife's dismay. I tried not to abuse that privilege too much once he got married.
Funny how as teenagers we hated each other. Friends as toddlers, enemies throughout puberty. Oh the horrible things we'd say and do to each other. Lol. Then he dated my bff and she broke his heart. For some reason that brought us closer. Haha. Nothing like bashing someone after a breakup eh? Then we were inseperable. I even went as far as flying out to his Army base to visit him. I spent a week hiding in his room (civilians aren't allowed) and just hanging.
Our friends always assumed we liked each other. Like liked.
Unfortunately if we would ever have married, one of us would have died.
No scratch that. He would have died.
While we get along like nothing else, we butt heads just as much.
Now once again we are forced to correspond via snail mail and email.
The End.