Saturday, April 15, 2006

Eliza and I were standing in the rain down near t16 guessing some teacher's secret. It was light rain, but we stood there for so long that we were both soaked. So I demanded that she get me free coffee, and we both run up to the art wing because that would supposedly get us to Starbucks the fastest. Somehow, we see Nick Alex Ng, and we run after him. His hott ass brother Jonathan was going to pick him up. Along the way, Michael and Andrew tag along. We pass by this House of Prime rib that has TAKE OUT! There's an ordering window, so we get distracted from coffee and line up to order. This Asian lady in front of me was being a bitch and giving the wrong order and then sending the food back because she claimed she didn't order it. By the time it was our turn at the window, we couldn't decide what we should get because we wanted everything. Andrew was being an indecisive ass and refused to order anything except prime rib, which none of us could afford.

It starts pouring rain, so the worker guy told us to go grab a seat inside and order in there. How nice of him. Andrew and MK sit down and tell us to order for them. Eliza decides to sit down, too, leaving me to order for them. The cheapest thing they had on the menu was ribs made into hotdog shape. I thought to myself, "SCORE! It's only $0.99!!" Eliza comes up and gives me the thumbs up to order the hot dogs. I said, "MK will eat anything, so I think he'll like it. Should we get him five? Andrew wants prime rib, so his ass can just starve since we can't afford it."

"My I take your order miss?" said the guy at the register. I gave him the order of hot dogs and they gave us free drinks.

Then I woke up. I want hot dogs.

2 Comments:

Blogger Andrew said...

wtf, i thought it actually happened

5:20 PM, April 15, 2006  
Blogger John Kim said...

i like your dreams. they're very detailed. i had a weird dream while ago too. I was in a really beat up neighborhood. The houses were just like planks of wood nailed together. There was a baseball tournament that was being held. Unfortuantely for all the kids there, they were all black and they were all slaves. The only way to enter the tournament was to step onto a scale to see your weight. Unfortunately again, the scale was being held by this big white guy. My mentor in the dream motivated me to go take the scale so the kids could enter the tournament. I broke into his garage as the man tried to run away. And out of nowhere, my strength multiplied tenfold. I ripped off the hood of his car and folded it in half. Then I picked up his car and threw it across the block. I eventually woke up. Too bad. Cool dream.

1:15 AM, April 16, 2006  

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