Yesterday sucked.

It started at about 5 or 5:30 am when I had a dream about someone I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE A DREAM ABOUT LIKE THIS.  It was very adult themed and I woke up screaming and flailing and I fell out of bed because of it.  It was not a good kind of scream or a good kind of flailing.  I’d have much rather dreamed Freddy Krueger was chasing me, but then again that’s a good dream for me.

From there, every time I tried to sleep I was rather frightened to close my eyes so I just stayed awake.  Around noon, I went and took a shower.  For some ungodly reason, I had a flashback to his face from a previous situation and I threw up in the bathtub.  The expression stayed with me the entire day and its still there.  I see it when I close my eyes and it takes all the power in the world to keep me from puking.

After sleep deprivation and boredom set in, I go next door for Sunday dinner.  We watch a movie and eat and then we decide to go out.  We hit up Wal-Mart and the stores around it and have fun.  As we are in one of the stores, I start getting bitched out via txt and my night is just shit all over with no remorse from the other person.  (To which, I would like to thank because it just dragged down my entire fucking night.  I really enjoy being bitched at for my own actions.  :D  Thank you!)

After a couple hours, shit calms down.  As we are leaving Wally World, this guy with electric blue hair and corn rows (which they didn’t look bad on him) sees me.  I see him.  We make eye contact.  I have in my neon extensions.  As my parents and I are approaching the door, he slows down to talk to me and to wait on this very much older woman he is with.  He keeps looking back at me.  I can’t help but smile.  As I walk past, he compliments my hair and I compliment his.  Dad shoves me out the fucking exit and I don’t get a name, much less time to compliment him back.

Pissed me off.  He was about my age, had nice manners, good hygiene, had all of his teeth and they were pearly white, dressed well.  God damnit.  I feel like crying.  I got no name, no number.  He got no name, no number.

Thanks everyone who gave me shit and made yesterday seem so wonderful.

But non-sarcastically thank you to those who checked up on me.  LOL  That was entertaining from the txts and the call.