I Missed You.

Last night, I dreamt of my graduation.

It was a disaster.

See, all the girls were supposed to be wearing the same thing. I had the right skirt, but for some reason I didn’t get the top.  Dunno why, I just remember something about the people organizing the event being incompetent or something.

So there I was crying in my changing room [yes I had my own changing room], in my underwear, screaming, “I can’t go out like this! I caaaaan’t!” Then I engaged in heated word battle with the guy in charge of my wardrobe, going on about how I paid the graduation fees early and how it didn’t make sense that I didn’t have my clothes etc. atbp. usw…

Then my crush walks in.

He was dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt and a Shohoku[?] basketball jersey. [Yes, I know, he was dressed like a 1995 Backstreet Boy.] And all he said was, “Oh, hi there.” Then he gave me a high five and left. [Which is actually what he would probably do in real life, except he'd probably laugh first if he walked in on me changing. Haha how sad my life.]

I woke up.

Then I thought, “Man, that was weird… I gotta blog it.”

So.

Here I am again.

*awkward silence*

I’m sorry for leaving you. T_T

[BGmusic: Please Forgive Me - Bryan Adams]

Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.

*kiss*