Melony Louise's Natural Habitat

Spent pretty much all of yesterday with the boy. I mean, he didn't get to my house until like three, but then again I didn't get up until like noon, so it all worked out. Woo hoo to Daylight Savings Time fucking my sleep pattern in the eye socket. Not.

But we went up to Folsom and saw Ghost Rider. I spent the entire movie going, "WHO THE FUCK IS BLACKHEART!? WHY DOES HE LOOK FAMILIAR TO ME!?" And then I looked him up on IMDB and realized he was the Plastic Bag Boy from American Beauty. You know, the guy everybody envied cos he got to fuck the gothed out Thora Birch? Yep, him. And the moment it clicked I was like, "oh, it's the guy who always looks like he wants to rape my ear drum, sweet!"

And we saw the teaser for "Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer" which I know my dad's gonna force me to watch in the theatre at least once. Do you know how often I get made to watch Fantastic Four? Every time he watches Fantastic Four. We don't own a copy of it, but he's OBSESSED with it, so it's basically every time it's on television. Blah. I'm really a "watch a movie once" kind of girl unless I L-O-V-E it.

But we got stranded out in Folsom cos I just HAD to blow my nose before we left. Don't you hate when dumb shit like that happens? Cos I do. Cos it happens to me all the damn time. So we had to call for a ride and I have to do yard work to make up for it once the girls get back. Meh.

Supposedly we also watched Life of Brian last night, but I wasn't really paying attention. Um, haha, yeaaaah.

Something that's starting to get just a wee bit irritating: I've started to have this almost recurring dream since I got with the boy. Basically, mingled in with other shit, this happens:

I run into someone, whether I know them or they're just a figment of my imagination. Usually I know them though. And we do something, whether it be a kiss, a grope, sex, anything like that. It's usually loosely implied though more than detailed though. Later, I remember that I'm with the boy. This derails my entire dream and it goes into this festering sore of guilt. And I usually have a good sense as to whether or not I'm dreaming, but I'm always like "this really happened this time, Mel. What the fuck is wrong with you? You fucked up a really good thing just for this. Blahblahblah."

I had one of these last night and had to wake him really early [only for him to go "fuck school" and go back to sleep] and just felt like shit about it. Mostly cos this one stood out because of it's detailedness. The human mind is one entirely too fucked up thing.

But anyway, him and I finally woke up at about eleven thirty, at which point he spent an hour going "...work?" But had to go cos the boss guilt tripped him out of his "oh dude I had really shitty chinese food and ogad the food poisoning" excuse [read: lie].

And now I'm just sitting around really fucking bored waiting to be given work so that I can be allowed to go see the boy some more tonight. Yay for consensual rape!