Late Nights - Early Mornings

Sooo the girlfriend is up right now and its 1:11am and has to be at work by 9:15. Which meeeans she'll have to be up even EARLIER than that to get ready and start the day.

So what's keeping her up so late?

She's determined to find the right font codes for her myspace so instead of Times New Roman it displays in Arial. Yup. My girlfriend is a nerd. But I love her. = ) And she's completely oblivious to me writing this about her right now cuz shes THAT determined to get this code right and make her page look PRECISELY the way she wants it (shes on her laptop sitting like two feet away). That's what happens when you are in an Arts major. anyways I'm going to sleep and hopefully she'll soon follow.

Dreams...

are fucked up. Don't usually remember them. Don't usually care to. Most of the time they're super boring and if I do remember them I'm like, "Why did I just dream about a bunch of people just sitting around my house not doing anything?" or "Why did I dream about school and sitting in clss writing a paper. There's cooler things that happen at school but I choose to dream about that?" But recently, I've been remembering them. And they've been suuuuuper vivid and real. just these past three days. The type of dreams where you wake up and check around and have to come back to reality from the "reality you thought you were in" (if that makes sense). And to be honest, they haven't been very good dreams. So the wake ups are panics. Panics that I lost grip of what-should-be. But then... everything is. And that's why dreams are fucked up. To have that ability to syndicate a false reality. Fuck you dream. That hurt my feelings lol jk but seriously. This is kinda just a spillage of my frustration without going into detail. It's not important what my dreams actually were, I'm just laying out the scenario. yezzir. First blog? Yes.

I think I'm going to change my blog title to "The pointless insight of Robert" yup yup later doods.