Moving

So I had a super vivid dream last night of me moving out of my apartment in Provo and heading towards home. Apparently New York was not in the picture in this reality. So my family is helping me move, and the Simnitts are helping me move (so apparently it was also sophomore year). At one point I go to the bookstore to say hi to Mariah and I come across this super attractive guy (tall, blond, blue eyes). We strike up a conversation and we're obviously interested in each other, problem, I leave the next day. So then I'm talking to Mariah about whether or not we think he's LDS (apparently the fact we met at BYU wasn't enough) and whether or not I should try to see if this is worth trying out.

Then we jump to a date of sorts we're on and there's a lot of flirting, almost hand holding, almost kissing, but never really doing it. Then its the next morning and both our parents are packing us up and we have to say a SUPER awkward goodbye. Jack appeared to be a few years younger, and more annoying, then he is now. And this mystery man's siblings were all super young and running around. So we're finally almost alone and he's about to kiss me and his dad pops up and says "remember no kissing' in this family!" Excuse me? Really? The guy is a returned missionary. I was so mad in the dream. And then I got in the car, never to see mystery hot boy ever again. I can't even get a man in my dreams anymore. Rough.

I blame the book I'm currently reading, Beautiful Darkness. Its the second in a series and the main guy is trying to find the first love of his life, who wants nothing to do with him, but he finds another girl he really cares about and he's all confused and junk. Blah, blah, blah, teen angst.

Until Next Time,
Sweet Dreams


This picture has nothing to do with the post, I just miss my dc peeps.