"I think that I'm in love with you." "Oh."

Dreams are very weird.
I do not think I enjoy the feeling that they leave me with sometimes, it's kind of achey; but odd, because, it isn't anything real, despite feeling so. Other times, they leave me very very happy. Like, a good feeling, but a feeling laced with a "Damn, that didn't really happen." feeling.
Sometimes, I have both of these feelings simutaneously, and I think my head is going to explode.
Damn, that didn't happen. Good.
I wish someone would be in love with me, and I'd be able to muster up more than an "oh."
And that it would be in real life, and I would be awake.
Though, enough about that, pretty lady, it's summertime.

I make a lot of lists, lately. I usually make lists when I'm upset with something, and I have been lately, so I guess it all makes perfect sense. But yes, a lot of lists. Lately.
I don't know where I'm going with this... precisely. But it's the truth.
And I've made a mental list in my head of the cellphone salesman in the mall; I'm not joking.
Ones that are nice, ones that are cute, ones that are cute but not nice, and ones that are nice and cute: those are the catagories.
No, I will not share it with you. Because it is lame, and I am lame, and there are still a few people that I do not know where to put, like Jimmy. We're like, friendly or something.
I hate the AT&T kiosk, though.
It's very confusing.

I need to find a new job. I need to register for classes. I need to schedule an ortho appointment. I need to put money in my savings' account. I need to run tomorrow. I need to reorganize my CD case. I need to ignore this dream. I need to try and actually accomplish things on my summer "to do" list this year. I need to get a haircut. I need to stop drinking so much caffiene so late. I need to buy things from the store, that I actually need not want. I need a reason to wear my new pants. I need to not have crushes on people I don't know anymore. I need to meet new people. I need to read my bible more. I need to get over Fred, whatever that means. I need to stop crying over nothing. I need to not stay up so late. I need to go to Barnes and Noble. I need to buy 'Get Happy' by Elvis Costello on CD. I need to clean my room. I need to find someone to watch Hitchcock movies with.

You thought I was kidding about the lists, didn't you? Don't doubt me.


Um. Okay. I have attention deficit disorder, apparently. (no, I knew it already.)
It's three am. That's not a good time to be awake with your thoughts.