yes, i rode the short bus.

last night i had two dreams that i can remember. the first was ,well i totally just lost it completely. the second one (technically the first) was that my uncle jimmy bought me a short black bus. like short bus "special" bus. i feel i can call it this because i rode one, with special people. my mom said it was because the bigger ones could not fit in my drive way to pick me up, i really hope she was not lying. and i really really hope i'm not living like truman. like people are watching me write this blog but laughing at me because i actually thought of it but they know i will just dismiss it. like now.
anyways, short black bus was purchased from a dump like parking lot and then all of a sudden people just started popping out of no where to laugh at me. like allie downing... wtf?! so instead of crying like i would have done in the real world i started dancing.


like a weirdo.


walking like an egyptian and doing the hold your nose sgwiggle down like a go- go girl and twist your hips but not too sexy from the 40's. put my arms in front of me and moved them up and down. the point of it was that no one was dancing like normal. it was just what came out at that moment.and everyone was dancing like this.
so then all these people from my high school and my uncle and everyone i knew just started dancing but we were all in a couple single file lines. we would dance to the end of the parking lot then turn around and go back. i couldn't tell you what the song was but it really was awesome. then at the end of the dream my mom looked at me and said i guess this is what you will be driving to bonnaroo. Its a sign.

an absolutely true event in my mind this dream was!


i think its a great idea. i'll buy an old bus and drive it to tennessee. wooooooo.

this bus is not short but it looks to be on its way to a good time. or maybe already there.