ah ha. i'm baaaack. back in bloomington, back in school, back to my usual crazy antics. i dunno, i'm half drunk and don't know what i'm saying.

anyhoo, i just got back from a lovely excursion in chicago with my one and only (that's bob, by the way). we had a good time, it was colder than cold there, and we didn't get to do much of what we wanted, but i had a great time nonetheless. i found the promised land--> 4-story GAP store on michigan ave. and it was very very good. i had the pleasure of going to bloomingdale's and teaching bob the ways of the designer bag (sidenote: i must have the marc jacobs bag i saw there; though i never will because it costs more than my life is worth). i also had the extreme pleasure of accumulating something i've wanted for a long time, courtesy of my best guy--a stitch stuffed animal! i have the best boyfriend. i decided to re-name stitch in bob's honor, accolading him with the name STITCH "THE HACKSAW" CRAFT. indeed. and just so you know, if you see my stitch with a knife taped to his claw/hand, don't be alarmed (you had to be there).

but yeah, all in all, i had a fantastic mini-vacation. it was nice to get away, although next time i'll be sure to "get away" to a much warmer climate. well, it's late, i'm tired, i'm out. peace.

p.s. bob, i heart my stitch you bought me:) it's the best thing anyone's ever gotten for me!!

so here's the nightmare i had last nite that i've previously recounted to kate (the shortened version), but feel the need to reiterate here for remembrance sake...

so i go to this art store type thing, and i meet this cute girl who is really nice and friendly and fun to talk to. she works there though and must get back to work. so i sit down on one of the couches in the store and start reading an art book or something, when lo and behold, who walks by but bill ramos! i say hi, shake his hand and ask him what he's doing. he is apparently trying to help a group of college kids graduate by helping them get some credit hours or something like that. so that's nice.

all of a sudden i'm propelled into scene II which consists of me being in some kind of prison cell in another part of the art store. there's wasn't much to this scene other than me waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape, which i did successfully.

scene III begins with me in this girl's (from the art store mentioned above) house. i'm sitting on the couch in the foyer talking on the phone to none other than bill ramos. the time is about 3:45am and we're just chatting about idle everyday things. the front door is about 5 feet away, being glass as well as being flanked by big glass picture windows. as i'm talking on the phone, i see a dark shadowy figure approach the front door. my heart fills with terror at this, but when the person steps into the light, i see that it's a woman, and i give a small sigh of relief. (sidenote: the woman kinda looked like the female terminator chick in T3). she knocks. i tell bill to hold on a sec while i answer the door (phone is not cordless), and walk to answer it. all of a sudden i'm in a towel, and when i reach to unlock and open the door, my towel starts to fall. i grab onto it trying to keep it from falling, and while doing this i happen to glance up at the woman on the other side of the door. she has just pulled out a gun from her jacket and is preparing herself to unload on me. i see this, i freak, and i bolt. i run into the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, grabbing the cordless phone that's sitting on a table with the intention of telling bill to call the cops for me (since the phone in the foyer is off the hook as per i was talking on it shortly before). i scream into the phone for bill to call the cops, but for whatever reason he cannot hear me. as i'm doing this, i'm running up the stairs (i know, i know-never run up the stairs). all of a sudden i hear the front door crash open and the phone line goes dead. i'm fucked. and then i wake up, hands shaking, eyes darting around the room looking for psycho bitches with guns.

lemme tell you it was about the worst dream i've ever had. and to top it all off, i have this dream while i'm sleeping at this temp apt. that i have to stay in, all by myself, and creeped out anyways. great. i'm convinced that the only reason i did not have a massive aneurysm is soley due to the comfort bill ramos's presence in the dream provided to me.

the end.

p.s. i would like to respectfully request to my subconscious that any more dreams involving bill ramos be under more pleasant circumstances.