Woke up in Tokyo...

...ehh, not really. But I definitely went to sleep in Paris.

Just woke up from my nap and felt like bizlaggin. It was def refreshing to wake up and not be a mess. For the past couple of weeks, I've been having the most (ima use it again) "interesting" dreams; intensely interesting would be a better way to put it. My shut-eye adventures have ranged from scary trips to South Central LA, hectic days at school, nastolgic escapades in Hawaii on the big island, and other weird shit like that. But it's not so much what I do in the dreams that's got me trippin, it's the people in it. Lately, I've been having dreams about all my closest friends. And the crazy part is that they act and interact exactly the way the do in real life. And the even SCARIER part is that it they do/say the things (in my opininon) they actually want to do/say in real life. Example: One dream, one of my best friends came up to me and told me I was a bitch and proceeded to hook up with my girl [at the time]. In another one, another one of my best friends killed himself. So yea, you should def understand why I wake up sometimes sweating like crazy and breathing heavily. A couple nights ago, I actually had to take a walk at like 3 in the morning just to clear my head. I dunno, it's just an eery connection/attachment I have to these dream-state friends. What they do/say seems so real that I just can't seem to shake it during the day. I dunno. I've talked to a couple of people and most have told me it's probably just due to built up stress/anxiety I bottle up during the day. Whateva. As bizarre as it is, I kinda don't want it to stop. I feel like there's a lesson/significance to all of it at the end of the road and I'm curious to figure out what it actually is.

Ok, other than that, today was a highly choice. School was a breeze and I actually got back two A+ tests so that was delightful. After school, I went up stairs to "quickly" turn in my money for Grad Night but I was rizrong. The line was pretty ridiculous plus I decided to further complicate the situation by involving myself in a juvenile scheme to get back at a girl I deeply despise. It beefed up the waiting time and confusion, AND highlighted the overt stupidity of the whole objective. An asshole move on my part. But if it wasn't for the other people involved, I would've gladly done it again.

I didn't think I would survive to enjoy it, but my friends and I finally made it to lunch at a local hamburger and fries place. We shared a bunch of laughs, told a bunch of stories, strolled down memory lane via old yearbooks, and kicked around a few ideas for the next couple of weekends. We have a bunch of great plans but some of them depend on a count of good weather... 85 and up please.

After lunch, the same group walked two blocks over to our old middle school where we reminisced with our old teachers. It's funny to think that in 7th-8th grade, my life blossomed within these small hallways and green football fields. That was my world.

After that, went home, hit the books for about an hour, then took my nap. All in all, it was a relaxing day and I def need to roll like this more often. It's def second sem and my biggest worries are clearing out tivo space and planning exciting weekends.

I'll try to carry around a camera the next couple of days so you can get a look-see into my quaint little life. Outerz : )

Title Reference: Paris, Tokyo - Lupe Fiasco
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=War5w2Ecec8