changes

The video from last Friday's karoke session has been making the rounds at work. It gives a whole new meaning to watching out for the quiet person. Watching the video, I seriously couldn't believe that the person up there singing Journey and Kenny Roger songs was me. You would think that once I turned 25, I would learn how to not make an ass out of myself when I am drunk...but apparently, if I am to look at recent events, I am just getting a start on seeing how much of an ass I can actually be. Needless to say I can't wait until Christmas. The other night I again dreamt that I was pregnant...and once again I realized that I couldn't feel the baby move, and I was also supposedly in labour, but I had no contractions or pain. I just thought that it was time for the baby to come out. Thanks Biological Clock for driving me insane. These pregnancy dreams really have to end soon. Today as Ca. and I were walking through the hospital, I saw what I thought previously was going to be my future. Standing outside the public washroom was a man with his little girl. The little girl was restless and whiny and appeared to want to go into the washroom after someone, maybe her mom. The father looked to be at the end of his rope, but they were still so cute together. They were so familiar to me that I had to do a double-take. What I was seeing was to real, yet I knew that it wasn't true. It was of the craziest things I have ever felt. A little too freaky actually. No big plans for the weekend at all...going to return some presents that I bought for the roommates, I spent way too much money on them...I am thinking that something smaller is going to be much more appropriate. Is it wrong that I came to this conclusion after realizing that one roommate bought the other a present, but none for me? God, could I be anymore petty?