Gotta love the way that sounds. And the fact that it makes no sense is even better. ^^

Well, it makes a wee bit of sense, with the subject matter, I suppose.


Today's question is why?

I hate him.  I hate him so much. I could send him to the ninth pit of hell and not have any remorse about it.

So why the hell was I having dreams about kissing him? Hell, why was I even having dreams about him? I don't think about him regularly. It doesn't bother me anymore that he doesn't consider me a friend, it doesn't bother me that he ground with Taryn and Amelia, it doesn't bother me that he reciprocates my hatred.  It does bother me that he was a major part in my dream.

God, I hate this. I hate him so much. RAWRGH.
Whatever.

Tomorrow, I get to go back to school. Thank God he doesn't have any of my lunches or classes. 

If I dream of him tonight, 

"I'll scream, I swear I will."
-Gemma Doyle, A Great and Terrible Beauty

Report cards this week, and Ft. Lee this weekend.
Whee.