But since no such spaceship exists, you’ll just have to make do with your imagination. Imaginations are so useful aren’t they?
So why is Runawaycat treating you to a drink in your dreams? She’s happy. She’s elated. She feels like she’s 16. No, it’s not a guy, thanks for the opinion.
Perhaps it’s classes? Weird huh? But that’s what it is. When I have a responsibility at hand (and that is to be a good student, yuck, I almost puked) I tend to sway into other areas, doing things that make me feel elated or 16 or so not related to school. I’m such a dependable person. My parents must be proud. Seriously. A daughter that can concentrate in multiple areas that have absolutely no relation to one another whatsoever. Any parent would kill for a daughter like me. I love myself.
Hmm writing this is beginning to rob my euphoria away. But what should I do? I have too much free time. (knock on wood a million times!) I think I’ll go pop an ecstasy pill now. Bye guys. Love me, kay?