I had such a random dream last night. It's not all that interesting, but I want to write, er type, it down before I forget. In my dream I was back at WHS, and I was distributing the Hatchet, like we do every Friday. Or was it every other Friday? Anyways, the entire dream I was in the E-building passing out newspapers, and I was having fun surprising all my teachers. Towards the end of the dream, we started running out of newspapers and I was freaking out because I had to work crazy fast to stuff the newspapers. And then I realized that I hadn't been told how many to give to each class, and then the dream got really stressful. And that's it. That was my dream. I don't know why I dreamed about that. I haven't thought about that class in so long. I do remember very vividly though having tons of fun on the Fridays that The Hatchet came out...wandering around campus with Jenn, distributing papers to all the classes with our friends and favorite teachers, and taking our nice slow time. Dang, I can remember everything clearly as if it was yesterday, but at the same time it seems so long ago. Man I talk like a 70 yr. old woman.

I'm going to completley write my 20 pg. paper this weekend. Er, attempt to write. Right, well good luck to me.