I've been having really weird dreams lately. Nightmares, I guess. What little I remember is horrific enough...I get the feeling I don't want to remember the rest. Don't rain on my parade, dreams. Life is good.
I ran into Stella today. Stella is a good friend of mine, from primary school. She moved away, but she came back, which is nice because I hardly heard from her for all that time. She's really quiet, to the point of being a bit frosty, but she's actually a real sweetheart and I'm glad to have her as a friend. She seemed rather thoughtful. I asked her what she was thinking about, and she blushed and told me it was none of my business.
She's so cute. I'm going to have to find out what (or who! Bwahaha!) she was thinking about sometime.