I had a dream last night. You know those dreams when you wake up and realize it wasn't a dream and then it just pisses you off for the entire day? Yeah, I wish my dream really happened...but of course it didn't. it was just a dream. damn.

So, what's so great about this dream of mine?

He was in it...at first in my dream i would just casually bump into him. but after a while, i followed him...watching him. Feasting my eyes on all i could get- thinking that was all i could get.

So, i went into a room. Daydreaming. He showed up and started teaching the class. After a while of teaching he started getting more comfortable...unbuttoning his shirt. Talking to the class like friends.

There were girly girls in the room too. So, i wasn't the only one drooling over him, there were others. They flirted with him while i just sat back. Finally one of the girls pissed me off, i stood up and called her a whore. The bitch hit me in the shoulder with her weak "punch" and he dropped what he was doing to come stand up for me.

I smiled at him, telling him i was okay but told him to kiss it to make it feel better. So, he did. Then he kissed my cheek and sat down next to me with his arm around my back.

I remember that part feeling so real. I could picture the two of us sitting so close next to each other and it feeling so good to have won.

But, enough of my teenage crush stories...i suppose i should officially write that Adam and I have broken up. It's for the best really. I hope he's okay.

::looks at clock:: 9:11. good times. ::smiles...happily remembers and moves on::

I'm getting a little nervous because my boy Dean isn't doing so well. Lets hope he can pull ahead in the primaries yet to come.

Dean for America!

<-gordon & maroon->