weird dreams: part trois

i dreamed you loved me again.




just kidding, i didn't dream that. but how 'myspace' am i when i want to be, huh?

i fully intended to have a funny dream to write about this morning [weird? maybe] but just as i drifted off to sleep, mac texted me for the first time in what seems like forever [mac. remember when we used to hang out?] and said "Kate. you can't just write me so early. it doesn't register."

whatever that meant, it was a darn good point so i went to sleep.

emily and i are going to sacramento tomorrow for undisclosed purposes. we are very excited. all i'm going to say is that for this particular mission, we are basically required to listen to angry chic music at least once whether we want to or not.

when we get back i'll tell you all about the trip. maybe by then i'll have found my missing eloquence which seems to have fallen out of my pocket and slipped under someone's couch cushion six or eight months ago. why can't i write anymore?

maybe i need to start using capital letters.

Maybe I Need To Stop Rambling.

On Sunday I saw a license plate that said NCKLBCK. I'm not kidding. And don't try to make your self feel better about it, either. It was referring to the band. The car also had a Nickelback sticker on the back windshield. If you do not think this is a heinous crime you most likely have some sort of brain tumor impeding your brain from functioning properly.

I've been thinking a lot about love. Not romantic love, just love. If love is patient and love bears all things and believes all things and holds no record of wrongs... I wonder if I've ever really loved anyone?

That could be a depressing thought... but what the heck, why not make it an exciting one? Now that I know I can find out what that really means. I get to learn to love someone!

I'll start with you.