Old Flames and Monster Headaches

So yeah. Brune tells us to never apologize in a speech. Well this isn't a speech and I'm apologizing for being a loser when it comes to blog updates.

I thought blogging might help me with stuff.

So I did go to the Warehouse with Brit and Caitlin, and who do you think was there?

Johnny. Yes, that Johnny. Brit and Caitlin were slutting it up on the dance floor and I was just holding down our seats. Johnny found me.

Awkward much?

But really--after I'd been dreaming about Jared and the house and--

God. Johnny. He's still hot as hell. The cut on his cheek healed into a nice scar, a little white line. If anything, it made him hotter. We hadn't spoken since...forever. Neither one of us mentioned Jared, of course. Or the house. Or the... We didn't even talk that much, but I felt the butterflies and everything swimming around in my stomach.

Am I still in love with him after what happened?

Stuff. Yeah.

My head's been pounding since the Warehouse and Johnny.

I'm dreaming every night.

Nightmares Suck

I woke up thinking about the house the other night. Jared, too.

I haven't thought about Jared for the past few months, and pow. There he was in my dream.Finals are coming up in about a month, so maybe that's my problem. Maybe I'm just stressed. Brit and Caitlin are going out tonight and asked if I wanted to come along.

Yes.

No.

Maybe so.

But they're going to the Warehouse. I hate the Warehouse. Too noisy. I had a headache for like a week after we went last time. They put too much ice in their mixed drinks, too.

God, I sound old. I'll blame it on finals. Maybe Brit's right. Maybe I need to get out.

Why did I dream about Jared?

And that awful f*cking house?