So i had an interesting dream the other night. Julie and i find it amusing. Shes going to spike my drink so i say something about it. But until then...i cant tell you what its about. We're plotters me and her, but only when we've had too much sugar, not enuf sleep, and tried to treat that deprivation with "special coffee." This weekend i got told i was like chelsea, just because i took my sweatshirt(s) off. Hey now, i wasnt the one dancing around shaking my ass. Mmhmm. So apparently i've fallen back into my phase of relating everything in my life to a quote i find somewhere. Go me. Friday, in english, we were asked to define love. Among the answers were "caring a lot for someone" or "being willing to put someone ele's well being before your own." While i agree with those and the other various answers, i dont think thats a definable word. I mean sure theres a dictionary meaning, but its something you just have to experience. You cant define the fire, the passion, the deep connection between you and another person. There arent enough words. And each experience is unique. So, dont try to make anyone define it. While im on the subject, i have something to rant about. Too many people are complaining because they're in love with someone, WHO THEYVE NEVER EVEN DATED OF BEEN CLOSE TO. What the heck? Now i can understand if you've been good friends with someone for awhile and you start the like them and then fall in love with them but you're in a bad position to do something about it, but then theres these people who just kinda know someone, but not much about them. Thats not love people, its lust. And you're only mad because they wont give you the time a day. And you wanna know why? Because you cant barely know someone and walk around saying your in love with them and all that jazz. Its creepy. I know from experience. So just stop. If you wanna say you love them, get to know something more about them then their favorite color. Build a relationship. Go through the good and bad times. Support them when everything seems to be falling apart. Make it through all that. Then come back and tell me your in love. So enough on that for now. Back to my fun times with julie. Talking about confusing pieces of ass. Good times. xoxo, Stacey