Call you when the music is through...

So, I've been a plus one twice this week. Well, my next plus one is tomorrow. Interesting concept, "can you be my plus one?" . Addition to make the person look good? It's kind of nice to be asked, but still a bit odd. It's like being given the title of signifcant friend of the opposite sex.

Hopefully seeing Iron man 2 tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to even finish this essay. Due tomorrow.. haven't started. Oh, Em, get yourself together.

All will come together, for what it seems will seem to be.

I've grown rather fond of italics...

To the right of me I have a green lined post it, pinned to a stack of items on my desk. It reads "My ex-boyfriend gave me this post it." And I think that summaries the abrupt but strange reality I am experiencing. Life feels surreal; but I am enjoying it. It's almost like I'm in a dream.

But of course, I am not. Because in my dreams, I woudn't be procrastinating by writing a blog, I would have finished my 2300 word essay worth 55%.

But it's a fascinating thought: What if we were all to wake up tomorrow?  Or what if we had all lulled ourselves into dream, yesterday? Time, reality, perception. All challenged and changed by one thing: me.