I Forgot It Is April
April means that I have to figure out this living situation before May. May is when I will be living, and it won’t be a situation. Everything will be breathing slowly, because April is for hyperventilating. I have shit to do for school, and I have to find this place to live in. I already know where I want to live, but if I don’t figure it out soon, the opportunity won’t be there, which really sucks. I also need more people, which also kind of sucks, and people are too apprehensive for such a wonderful place that it’s driving me up a wall! I have an inkling that if I bring them to the place, they will love the place and want the place and be all “I was ALWAYS for living in the place,” though they weren’t. I might be wrong, though. For the first time ever, I am happy in a relationship. I have always wanted to be happy with a relationship and have things go the right way. And they are, which is so weird, and I am a little bit amazed, because I didn’t think I would get lucky. I guess I am finally learning from mistakes. Thursday will be too busy, but not bad busy. It won’t be like Monday, where I will be sad. It will be like that day where it is too busy to realize that it is busy, so things happen quickly, and then night comes, and I will be in bed with a really great guy. Monday is mostly very sleepy, but knowing I won’t be able to go to sleep, even though I am doing way too many boring things. I bought corndogs yesterday, because it smelled like corndogs outside around the Frick Center, and I thought that they were going to have corndogs. They didn’t I had a strange dream in the middle of the night. Jeff Goldblum was there. Work closed without telling me while I was working, but I was too busy sleeping while being awake to realize the lights were all out. I had to fill an online order that was for a woman who wanted size 12 red pants and a grande coffee with skim milk. She didn’t come when she said she would, and came when the store closed. It took forever to get her coffee, because I kept putting steamed half-and-half into it. My mom drove me home to a very shady neighborhood. My house had a secret underground entrance from across the street. You need to put a penny into they keyhole, and then the door opens, and there is a tunnel that goes on for a bit and into a big basement. Jeff Goldblum and my friends were there playing Trouble. They decided to go upstairs, because me and an old highschool classmate were going to have a dance contest. Jeff Goldblum took off his clothes and he was wearing long white boxer shorts. I had a dance contest where it was a video game that taped us and showed us dancing on the big-screen tv. In the background it showed Delaware and Pennsylvannia (near the Liberty Bell), and strange places like that. Matt called when my classmate was going to dance to Yakkity Sax (you know, the Benny Hill theme music). It was stuck in my head while talking to him. Matt calling is not part of the dream. He actually called.
