these dreams

I blew one of my friends off the other night. I feel terrible about it. I hate it when people do that to me, so I can imagine how she felt. Guilt is not fun.

Last night I had a dream about a girl I lived with in the Village at Campbellsville. Hilary was so sweet and creative. I dreamed that I lived with her again. She was quite musically inclined; she played the clarinet and wrote her own music. (In fact, I think she was a music major). Anyway, what I remember most about her was when she came down to my room one night and showed Steph and me a scrapbook that she was making for her future husband. It was so unique, because to this day I don't think I've met someone who has done that. Of course, she had no idea who her future husband would be, but she pressed flowers and painted the pages and added quotes and pictures. The quotes would be like: "I'm waiting for you" and "When you read this, we will be married." I don't know...maybe you think it was lame, but I thought it was pretty darn magical.

P.S I HATE WAR!!!