Another Dream and Another Update...like I don't write enough as it is...

Now that I've started a trend in recording my dreams in my blogs, I feel the need to update the world on my latest dream, and in my opinion the greatest dream I've had yet. What happened in my dream that was so great? John Mayer, that's what happened. And by John Mayer, I mean I slept with him in my dream. I don't really remember the actual act, but I know it happened and that it was awesome. I was taking a class taught by Mayer, in a concrete room with him teaching behind a chained fence. After many attempts to get his attention, he finally acknowledged my presence, and from there we got a lot...closer ;) After our little rendez-vous, I went to an awards show held in my old high school's gymnasium. Gary, my sculpture professor, was there as well, and he promptly went ahead to tell John Mayer that he was no longer allowed to teach at the school, presumably because he slept with me (hah). Afterwards, I saw John Mayer with his alleged fiance, who was some blonde chick from Hungary or Norway or somewhere along those lines, speaking to her in her native language. She was crying. My heart soared a little. As I watched them vacate the premise, Mayer waved, and my alarm clock went off.

It was truly a superb dream. The funny thing is, I have never thought about John Mayer at all, ever, for longer than a passing thought. A whole dream dedicated to him must mean something, right? I guess I was more attracted to him than I thought. I hope I have more dreams about him...yeahhhh...

Heh.

Anyways, I just got back from Savannah yesterday afternoon. The trip was pretty good. I got to see some friends and go on a school tour, which was pretty cool all around despite the rain. The drive back was pretty painful but at least I made it, right?

Also, I am making plans to get another job and quit the one I have now. Why? For a number of reasons. The people are nice but they don't treat their employees very well, at all. Especially newbies. I like the job but I went from working Saturdays and Sundays to Sundays and Mondays, and now it looks like I'm working Sundays. I get paid six dollars an hour and get tipped, but to be perfectly honest, Rutland sucks at tipping and Sundays are slow as the dickens. I made nine dollars today, and that was after Mary tipped me out. I know people don't tip her very well either, and she totally does not deserve that. She's the best waitress I know. Guess life's not fair, but seriously. I deserve better treatment. I didn't even get called about my shift changing. Whitney hasn't either. Needless to say, we're both pretty livid. And these new pills I'm taking aren't helping. My hormones are all out of wack and I cry for no reason at all and get super offended really easily. It's a problem, something that I've never really had to deal with before. Hopefully my body chemistry will even itself out and I'll return to my cold, heartless self! Or at least gain some self-control. It's weird being like everybody else.

Ah well.

I should do homework, but nothing's due until Tuesday and I don't have classes till then anyway. I'll just do everything tomorrow.