good grief

today i drank a cappucino that tasted EXACTLY like a cigarello. seriously. i was expecting a dirty aftertaste, but not black-lungs dirty. i don't even know what more to write about that.

my dreams are so strange. last night everyone had needles with liquid in them, and we were injecting them in everything but ourselves. they weren't drugs, but i was afraid that if i put them in myself i would be addicted. i tried to throw them away to hide them from my parents, because i knew my mom's heart would be broken, but taylor kept pulling them out of the garbage. then the view switched. i was with kelsea and caleb, and they were just trying to entertain us. we lived right next to the ocean, and the waves were coming up higher and higher, until they almost reached the house. kelsea kept saying she was caleb, and then she put on a puppet show. caleb was asking me if he could come over and play the drums, and i told him no, because i didn't have a drum set. he was confused. the ocean decided to go back down, so the sunken ship appeared and everyone climbed out. we took their old sea clothes, even though they were still wet. caleb kept trying to put jackets on kelsea because it was windy, and i couldn't figure him out because one was a yankees jacket and another was a red sox jacket.

that, all in all, is much more interesting than my real life. today i went up to the u for awhile to check it out. funny that it may become part of my life for 3 years, and all i could think about was 'do i REALLY know that asian guy over there?'. i went to band practice too. two whole hours of an amp that sounded like it was left in the mud. i miss acoustic, and sometimes i just ache for the day when i don't have to go electric.