You know, it seems like I’m always struggling in my dreams.  I don’t understand it.  I’ve got rather colorful examples, too.  Dream one:  I was struggling to get away from three witches.  They’d wrap their arms around me, and try to drag me back into their dungeon.  I kept breaking their arms.  It was the only way I could escape their grasp.   Well, it would work for a little while.  Witch arms grow back pretty fast in dreams.  lol.  Dream two:  I tend to dream about my first pet hamster, Nibbles.  When he’s in my dreams, I’m usually struggling to keep him in his cage.  I’ll frantically scoop him up and place him in the cage, but then a second later see him running across the floor.  So, I’ve got to put him back again.  Over and over.  Let’s say dreams really are a window into the subconsious.  What does that say about me?

I love wearing ballet flats.  Buying ballet flats.  Owning ballet flats.  They’re the feminine alternative to high heels, which makes them perfect.  I love it when I feel feminine.

Kiss me like you’re Gregory Peck.  No, seriously!  I’d like to try it someday.  I recently watched the 1947 film “Gentleman’s Agreement” starring Gregory Peck.  He’s got this way of kissing and embracing his girl that’s just, well, very ‘Hollywood’.  You can see in his eyes he’s in love:  Passion and desire build up inside him.   He’s been waiting for this moment.  He stands close, ready.  Then all of a sudden his passion overwhelms him.  In an explosion he quickly grabs her, kisses her and holds her tight.  He can’t let go, and she wouldn’t want him to.  (Ha ha.  That reads like a romance novel.)

I miss you.  Lots and lots.

You know, most-likely I won’t say ‘hi’ to you unless you give me eye-contact.  I’m always waiting for the eye contact.  Because, I don’t want to be yelling out to you or waving frantically at you, and not have you acknowledge me back.  The bad thing is, it makes me feel like I’m being unsocial and unfriendly.  But, you’re the one avoiding eye contact.  It’s not me– it’s you.  Well, I shouldn’t say that because I know everyone does it at least sometimes.  You know what I’m talking about:  That awkward situation when you’re passing someone you know, they “secretly” see you too– heck, you’d have to be blind to not notice the other– yet you both pretend you don’t see each other and end up going your separate ways as though the encounter never happened.  My question is:  Why do we do it?  Is it such a hassle that we can’t even make the effort to say ‘hi’?

I’ve recently re-discovered my iPod.  Not like I stopped using it or anything.  I’m just using it more, and appreciating it more.  Music is wonderful. 

My green eye shadow is amazing.  It’s the new Shadow Stylist in a bottle that looks more like nail polish.  Genius, I tell you.  I love not having to search for an eye shadow applicator.  I’ve got “opulent green” and “vintage champagne.”  I love the way it brings out my eyes.

I really need to find myself some more blue jeans.  By that, I mean a pair of jeans that just plain works:  They’re the right shade of blue, the right fit, the right feel, etc.  I’ve had my favorite pair since my junior year in high school, and they’ve pretty much seen their last days.  They’re falling apart.  Everytime I wash them, they’re worse and worse.  At first, I thought it’d be pretty cool to keep wearing them and see just how far they’ll wear in.  It’s the style these days, right?  But, it’s gotten a little out of hand.  I’ve got holes and tears popping up in the most awkward places– almost to the point where I don’t feel comfortable wearing them anymore. And that’s about as descriptive as I’ll get.  lol.

Who wants to watch the 007 series with me?  With that “Casino Royale” coming out, I’ve been wanting to see them all.  But, I don’t really know how many movies comprises the 007 series.  What am I getting myself into?  I’d like to be able to tell with certainty who my favorite Bond is.  I’m only really familiar with Pierce Brosnan’s Bond.  I’m missing out, for sure.

I’m starting to crush on you, even when I know I shouldn’t.  We’re just too different, you and I.  That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.  Yet, I find myself thinking of you.  Wanting to be with you, talk with you, flirt with you.  We bonded over that 11 hours of “brutal” boredom.  At least, I like to think so.  I know so.  This is hard.  I don’t know what to do. 

I want chocolate cake.

Give me journalism!  I can’t wait until I’m finally taking journalism classes; until I’m admitted into the Journalism Department.  I was looking over all of the degree requirements the other day, and actually getting excited.  I was like, “Wow.  I get to take a classes specifically focused on just interviewing?  Just computer-assisted journalism?  Just opinion writing?  This is going to be great!”  I must really be a journalist at heart.  I like knowing I’ve made the right choice.

I’m feeling environmentally concious these days.  Well, more than usual.  I’ve got an idea:  Let’s go out on a walk around the neighborhood and pick up litter.  We’ll put on disposable gloves, carry around trash bags, and clean up all the trash on the sidewalk, in the bushes, at the side of the road, etc.  We’d be able to do some catching up, you and me.  And, we’d be doing Mother Earth a favor.  I did it once as a kid.  All of us neighborhood kids went around and collected as much litter as we could find.  It felt great.

I’ve come to understand the value of a college education, or any education for that matter.  An education gives you, as a student, the tools to be able to learn and think.  With those tools, you are a sovereign, intelligent individual capable of holding your own– capable of almost anything.