Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/ Anyplace but those I know by heart.

I had a really weird dream this morning.

I was in a hair salon that wasn't like a hair salon, and I wasn't there to get my hair done, I was there to do someone's hair. I went around the corner into the waiting room sort of thing, and Derek was there in a white Hawaiian shirt with a design on it the colors of neopolitan ice cream and a little green and blue.

We hung out together, and laid out on the floor, his arms outstretched toward me, so I lay with him, my head on his chest. We talked about I don't remember what, and he mentioned that he wouldn't mind if my hair went some colors lighter, "like Richard's hair," he said. (Richard is my brother. He's got more gold in his hair than I do.) I don't remember much after that, but we kept hanging out until

I heard a door slam. I woke up bolt upright in my bed, looking for the door that slammed, but everything was quiet. I checked my phone for the time, and saw that Derek had messaged me.

So yeah. I know. Cool story, bro.

Casablanca later tonight! I'm so goddamn excited. I'll have to show you guys what I wear, if I decide to be fancy about it.

Though hope is frail/ It's hard to kill.

I had a lot to say tonight, but then suddenly, my Facebook informed me that I was going to be switched over to the newfangled Timeline thingy at the end of the month. So I spent my time instead thinking about that stupid cover picture thing.

I thought to myself, what could I put there that would best describe me?

Three things came to mind:

Lyrics.

Movies.

Words.

So this is what I did with that.

1. Go to Wordle.net
2. Copy and paste some shit.
3. ???
4. PROFIT. 

The screenplay to "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir."

The lyrics to "Shimmer." I think this one turned out the prettiest, even if the words are not as deep and meaningful.

"Gone with the Wind."

It wouldn't be me if I didn't do "Casablanca." I'm so excited to see it on Thursday.

I'm not telling. You can probably tell, it's not hard.

And the one song I wouldn't post anywhere more public than this blog. Not now. It makes me sad, really. It's been running through my head today, this song. Isn't it beautiful, set out this way?

Anyway. Time to go get ready for bed and read more Game of Thrones. This book, I swear. It makes me wonder if I'M not somehow a bastard child.

Do you remember when we used to sing sha la la lalalalalalala la tee da?

I used to really wish I had brown eyes, just so people would stop paying me so much attention for a physical attribute I had no control over. Everyone would exclaim over my eyes like I had something to do with the color of them. That's sort of how I feel about weight, too. Everyone's all, "OMGZORS you've LOST WEIGHT" and I'm just like... I'm still the same person, just a little lighter. Maybe a little more confident now that I'm carrying around 50 fewer pounds.

I used to really love it when it rained. I still do really like the sound it makes.

But I hate that it keeps me inside. I want to be out wandering and running...

but since I seem to have gotten a bit of runner's knee in my left knee, it's probably for the best that it's not beautiful outside. If it were pretty out, I would be tempted to go running and screw my knee even more. It hurts when I go up and down stairs, when I go any faster than a walk, when I hit a turn wrong.

Sucks.

Anyway.

This weekend has been full of hanging out with friends. It's been wonderful. Last night while I was hanging out with Querida, Domo texted me to ask if I was still in my girl's night, since he wanted me to come bowling with them. It's lovely to have people want to hang out. :)

And I actually put in the effort to get kinda gussied up yesterday, too. After my run and icing of my knee after the run, I dolled myself up thusly:

This may become a thing for me, this camisole with a scarf and jeans thing. It's cheap, as fashion goes.

I kinda strutted everywhere I went, even though I didn't do anything any more than what normal females do. But I went everywhere like, "pay attention to me, I'm looking hotter than normal today." Is this why we get a rap for being crazy? Because we put so much effort into our appearance that we want someone to notice?

And I wore a new perfume that claims to smell like sunflowers (sunflowers don't have much of a smell). It doesn't smell like sunflowers, obviously, but it does smell nice. Like summer. I like it.

Which is also a weird thing. Since when do I like summer?

I've always been an autumn person, and I still am. I can't wait for that. But more and more, I like the warmer half of the year better than I like the colder half of the year. Maybe because I've been spending so much time outside, and I can't imagine spending any less time outside. Hell, I'm griping now about having to stay inside for a whole DAY omgzors.

Maybe I only really liked the cold half of the year because it gave me an excuse to be lazy. :P I mean, I love all the holidays and the spirit of the winter half of the year, I'm just not as crazy about the cold as I used to be. And now that I'm not completely ashamed about my legs and can wear shorts again, I'm completely comfortable whenever I go outside.

My knee needs to get better. Immediately. I miss running already.

I guess it's time to pre-blog for the week and go work out in the gym and read some more Game of Thrones. :) I haven't been reading it enough because I've been so busy with lots of other things. One good thing about the rain- it forces me to slow my roll, stay inside, and read.

And I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees.

Man. After I made this, while I was waiting for it to load, I looked through some of my old vlogs. I got really heavy there for a while. :/

Time to get ready to go home for the weekend and then go to bed. Sleep is overrated anyway, but it's a nice break sometimes.