Hearts and bandages

I came late to my practice today. I was too tired to even care, so I came in at 11 and expected a full responsibility lecture from my teacher. Guess what? My teacher wasn’t even there. So I sat down with some folders and analysed them for two hours.

I’m having bad dreams lately. My first dream was about Martin kissing another girl. In the second dream, he married someone else. An unknown guy was obsessed and wanted to move in together with me in my third dream. But the last dream was horrible. My friend was raped by a friend and my boyfriend. I wanted to throw up out of disgust after having that dream. It seemed so real.

So I met Martin after my practice, and we ate at Slimfood (they have the best salad there, by the way). Then we went to his place to collect some stuff. It ended up that we fell asleep at 7.30 PM. And we woke up at 10.30. yay. But the bad feelings that I had from all of my dreams suddenly went away. I heard his calm heartbeats as he laid beside me and I realised that we were alive. My spirit was at ease. So I hugged Martin, gave him a kiss and told him I loved him.

My boyfriend is now blowing in the restroom. Yes, it sounds nasty, but it’s true. Obviously the Nintendo DS required some sort of blow job in order to complete a mission. Sort of. (Awkward…)