this is what happens when I watch The Hunger Games, apparently.
I had THEE weirdest dream last night. My friend from elementary school & I were taking some class at La Sierra & the midterm assignment was to wear an outfit to class that portrayed a specific part of your personality. But he & I had to go fight a bunch of people first to protect some girl’s (I don’t even know whose) honor before we went to class. So we only had like twelve minutes to find our outfits in this ghetto store with the most ratchet looking clothes ever. & on top of that, my glasses got broken in the brawl so I’m trying my best to keep them as together as possible while still running at record-breaking speed. & on top of that, we only had like twenty one dollars between us. So we’re running through this store to find different outfits so the teacher doesn’t accuse us of cheating. But while we’re looking, the gang of people we had just finished beating up were showing up trying to ambush us at different parts in the store. So he & I are like tag-teaming & doing all these crazy acrobatic shit, like jumping off each other’s backs & swinging off of racks & jumping from escalators & all this unbelievable shit. & we finally end up with something at like four oh four, with six minutes to get to class & change. So we’re hauling ass across campus to get to class on time, because being tardy is an automatic fail. & we’re changing as we run, so I’m like trying to get my jeans off without falling & I just toss them aside & they hit this girl’s backpack & I yell that I’m sorry. But then I look at the girl & walk back to her & smile & I’m like, “Don’t move for thirty to forty-five minutes. I’m gonna want to meet you, but I can’t fail my midterm.” & she smiled at me & then I was suddenly aware I wasn’t wearing pants, so I laughed & bolted toward the room. Long story short, we both got A’s.