Something strange is happening in Oz

Oct. 14th
So for the past three or four nights, I have been having extremely weird, creepy, bad dreams. Not bad as in wake up screaming bad, but bad as in something bad is always happening to someone in the dreams. The first night, I had a dream that my grandmother was in the hospital. The second night I had a dream that a bunch of people and I were on vaca somewhere tropical and a strange guy was beating the crap out of everyone in our condo with a baseball bat. The third night we were at the restaurant and a new kid stole my apron and my friend Austin got shot by our kitchen manager with a screw. The fourth night, my friend Catilin got sick off of soda, and my roommate's boyfriend told me I needed to read more serious books. Now looking back on these dreams, I realizethat I was really really really stressed for some weird reason.

Today Oct. 21st, 12:34 AM
I haven't had a bad dream in about a week, which is good because they seriously were starting to creep me out. But I have had a crazy two weeks, and it doesn't look like it's going to get any saner. I rode around in pastures in a rhino at 2 o'clock in the morning this weekend, went to bed at 5 and got up at 7 to drive back into Austin to go to work all day. My friend Eric, who works at the rio with me, asked me to lunch, and I had to turn him down, but now we're going this friday to lunch. I can't decide if I actually like him like him or if we're just friends. Sometimes I think it might be more, but other times I just kinda feel like he's that friend all girls have where it's flirty but it means nothing. I think that's what it is, and I think that he's just looking for someone to keep him on the right track. From what I can tell (because he keeps telling me even though I don't really want to know) he's not had a very good past. I don't know. I think that this is how the whole thing with dumb ol' Lindsay started. but I'm not sure, and I'm not looking to jump into one of those so quickly. Besides, I'm pretty sure E has a thing for our gorgeous sweet hostess. Which doesn't surprise me, but still. We'll see how Friday goes.

I talked to a couple of old friends of mine today. One because she seemed like she was going through a hard time and needed someone to chat with about it, and the other because he just needed an opening to rag me about the end of baseball season. Why is that things don't work out the way they should? Why are cogs always thrown in the wheels? I'm not a big fan of the whole messing up of people's lives. If they're meant to be together, why can't the world just let them be together? Why do they have to cut out the middle of people's lives and only give them beginnings and endings? I don't know why this post has taken such a turn. Perhaps I should go to sleep and get rid of this never-ending amount of allergies. Damn them all to hell.