She lives on love street, lingers long on love street...

Last night I had a wierd dream. it was one of those dark, film noir dreams, or it had that tone, at least.

I dreamt that Joel had been gone for two months (which he pretty much has), and that all the while he had been staying in my dads house, but with his aunt instead of my dad. my dad was in the garage all the time, or something, that part wasn't clear. but all of the two months, he was just staying there, and leaving really early for work and getting back at five. but for some reason, I hadn't found out until this dream, last night, when I thought "Hey, I wonder if he's home?", or something dumb like that.

so when I saw him just before he left for work, he was taller, and reminded me of a dead fish. hm. not flattering, no. his eyes were bright, albino-like blue, and his skin was really pale. then he left, because he would be late if he didn't. and I just hung around my dads house, waiting for him to get back.

that was my dream. or one of them.

I've got the feeling something's going on in Ottawa without me. I kind of hope something is. it would make life a lot easier for me, I think. oh well.

Grad tomorrow night. I'm getting it over with. I'm going to go and graduate tomorrow night, I'm going to get my art's certificate, and hang around for a bit afterwards. and instead of going home and meditating on the past four years of my life, I'm going to go and get drunk on red wine in a hot tub with a few people who just graduated with me.

I'm such a field day