Oh, Shia.

It's 10 o'clock.
It's a Friday night.
All I want to do is watch the Even Stevens movie.
Is that too much to ask?
My roommates think a party sounds more appealing.
I beg to differ.
But I might go.
Why am I blogging about this?
Last night I had a crazy dream.
I was watching a movie.
It was half animated, half real life.
It was the story of Harry Potter.
But everything was underwater.
It was awesome.
I might copyright the idea.
The best part?
I was sitting on the couch with Shia LaBeouf.
Something funny happened in the movie.
I touched his arm.
He grabbed my hand and held it.
Let me say that again.
HE GRABBED MY HAND AND HELD IT.
After 5 seconds I pulled away and said "No, Shia. I can't."
*Really, Carlie?! REALLLY??"*
I wanted to punch dream Carlie in the face.
Then after a minute dream Carlie realized her mistake and laid her head on Shia's shoulder.
After a second Shia shot up and said "No, Carlie. You can't do that after you tell me you can't hold my hand."
Then he left the room and I watched the rest of the movie....alone.
Why, Shia? Why?!
No.
Shia.
Come back.
I'll watch the Even Stevens movie with you.
Happy Friday.