when i go to sleep at night - i dream. apparently not many 'adults' do. of everyone. of everything. im a prophet. im mad. simply.

Yesterday I went to see The Village. M.Night, if you ever need a mistress - though I know you'd NEVER cheat on your wife. I got all gussied up. I got "checked out." I checked out a few muffins - I know, I know... save some room for later...*wicked wicked grin*....(when YOU spend years of being sick and average and metamorph into a sex goddess ~ you can tell me to calm down...)

People talk about these dreams where their back in school - naked. I have those except I'm not naked, I'm just never wearing pants... ever. I was back in the fourth grade, Mr. VanSteen was at the chalkboard. And there I was with no pants. Essay time, and I'm the dork that likes them.
Students take one and pass it back... I've given you a few resource pages about the topic and... begin...
I leaf through pages about satellite systems, the internet, how books are made, magazine clippings about the same, I remember looking out the window and seeing other kids playing in the school yard.
Your topic: What is the best type of communication?
Between two people, human contact is a glorious declaration of our abilty to communicate.
...I turned that in...

And... I don't intend on waking up, but I was thinking about putting on some pants.