janie_tangerine: (anthony_pink)
Now. I think that my brain wants to play tricks on me. First thing, yesterday i had to study an Italian author of the end of the previous century which wrote a novel, called i malavoglia, where the protagonists are a family of fishmen. Well, both the grandfather and his nephew are called 'Ntoni, which is a diminutive for Antonio but which sounds much like Anthony, when you say it.

Flashing Anthony Kiedis fishing when you have to study is not good. And that's trick of the brain number one.

Trick of the brain number two. The dreams.

I usually don't remember a single dream. I think I remember what I dream about at night maybe ten times in a year. No more. And of these ten times seven are nightmares. Well, I've dreamed about him for two days in a row.

First dream: he has the hair of a strange colour. It was always chestnut brown, but a light brown, with some almost blond strands in. The dream consisted on me first going to him and tell him exactly 'You know, right now I'm repressing my sexual instinct because if I did what I wanted I'd jump on you straight away, but as I said I'm repressing them and you know, I love your voice' and them some other compliments, then we were in my school and he was giving an ART course. Drawing or something. WTF?

Then last night. It was the weirdest ever. In front of me there was the cover of my Canvas club bootleg and then I heard him talking and talking and talking for like half an hour and it went just like that. Of course I don't remember a thing he said but it wasn't the point.

Does this mean that I just wish to dream of finally doing something serious with him and my sadistic brain wants me to suffer? T_T

Or I just have to stop rambling? °_°
janie_tangerine: (anthony_pink)
Now. I think that my brain wants to play tricks on me. First thing, yesterday i had to study an Italian author of the end of the previous century which wrote a novel, called i malavoglia, where the protagonists are a family of fishmen. Well, both the grandfather and his nephew are called 'Ntoni, which is a diminutive for Antonio but which sounds much like Anthony, when you say it.

Flashing Anthony Kiedis fishing when you have to study is not good. And that's trick of the brain number one.

Trick of the brain number two. The dreams.

I usually don't remember a single dream. I think I remember what I dream about at night maybe ten times in a year. No more. And of these ten times seven are nightmares. Well, I've dreamed about him for two days in a row.

First dream: he has the hair of a strange colour. It was always chestnut brown, but a light brown, with some almost blond strands in. The dream consisted on me first going to him and tell him exactly 'You know, right now I'm repressing my sexual instinct because if I did what I wanted I'd jump on you straight away, but as I said I'm repressing them and you know, I love your voice' and them some other compliments, then we were in my school and he was giving an ART course. Drawing or something. WTF?

Then last night. It was the weirdest ever. In front of me there was the cover of my Canvas club bootleg and then I heard him talking and talking and talking for like half an hour and it went just like that. Of course I don't remember a thing he said but it wasn't the point.

Does this mean that I just wish to dream of finally doing something serious with him and my sadistic brain wants me to suffer? T_T

Or I just have to stop rambling? °_°

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