To The Byrds, I am Bob Dylan's Don King...

... Hmmm... Good. But not as good as last post's title...

I had another dream last night. I don't remember much about this one except there was no crying or medals. But I did hang out with The Byrds and tried to harmonize with them on some new material. Since I just couldn't hang with them on the harmonies, I simply began preaching to them about how great Bob Dylan is and why they should do more covers of his songs. I pulled out the lyrics of "Mr. Tambourine Man" and just said,

"I mean... JUST LOOK AT THESE WORDS... They're awesome."

Then I woke up to the sound of my alarm, screaming in her thick Chicago accent, "Katherine!... Katherine?!!! Are you up?!!!"

... Wait. That was mom...

Last night was trampoline fungerosity time! Once again, I found myself hanging out with the absolute last person I would ever think of. Steve has been stalking Emily Mann lately and managed to get her to come to wings and trampoline with us... She was damn nice! I didn't exactly have that impression of her in high school. Basically, the one thing she ever said to me in all four years we went there together was, "You're ugly."

...

Odd. There were two or three girls who made that their openning statements to me in high school... I mean, I'll never be the one to say how UNBELIEVABLY HOTT I am, but for butter's sake, I'm no Richard Soti!

... Sorry.

Anyway, Emily Mann did not say, "My god... You're STILL ugly!" Infact, she just enjoyed the time and had a cute little laugh that she showcased for us each time Steve and I made fun of each other... Well, each time Steve made fun of me.

Molly and I got into a conversation about relationships and afterwards I couldn't help wondering who the next person (if there even will be one) I date will be. Questions like, "Do I know her yet?" "How do we end up dating?" "What is she thinki-"... Well except that last one, these were some questions going through my mind. *For those of you who can hear whisper: I really did ask that last one. (Mike nods head as if to say, "Yeah. Yep, uh huh..."*

However, I have fallen back to my default position of being neutral on the subject because if it happens as a result of me thinking about it, it most likely will end up with me being in hell. *Matt: Tom Servo says, "Buuhut I'm not a pessimist! (alien)*

What I mean to say is that I am in CIS and forgot my workbook...

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