sigh

so, in other news.... i have had a dream or two occasionally these days. one from a while back was me being in high school, and after class one day a boy came up to me and handed me a red binder, and then walked away. i opened the binder and in it was all kinds of things about why he liked me. last night the same boy was in my dream – we were on these teams competing in various obstacle courses... and he was on mine and kept helping me through the tough stuff. the problem is that it is an actual boy from my actual life, so that when i actually wake up sometimes it’s a little sad to remember that he’s not actually a part of my life that way... he unfortunately has not realized that i am indeed the most fantastic girl on the planet. (even though i keep wearing my ‘most fantastic girl on the planet’ shirt, i don't get it!) so i’m not really sure why my dream-brain is trying to torture me....