I had this wonderful dream last night. It was great. I really liked it. I was so upset when I woke up and found out it was just a dream. I could've cried if I wasn't so awesome.
Anyone remember that girl? Stephanie Marnocha? That really smart and talented girl, back in middle school. Yeah, I used to have this huge crush on her. 'course, this was back when I very...not social, and I was a stupid-ass little kid and I was silly, even more silly than I am now.
Anyway, in the dream, for some odd reason, Stephanie came back to Paris and began to attend Paris High School. Of course, I didn't question such an odd occurrence in the dream. It all was perfectly normal according to dream logic. Anyway, we begin talking in the dream, socializing. We become good friends, and within a short span of dream time, I ask her out to dinner. She delightfully agrees, and we're in some unknown, yet romantic restaurant. Then I'm not sure what happened after that. I guess I woke up at that point. I dunno. Whatever. It was a pleasant dream.
However, it was just a dream. Stephanie is most likely gone from my life forever. She probably doesn't even remember who I am. Pshh, like it matters to me. I've got plenty of other women to worry about presently. ^-^;