Back-to-school dreams are really just nightmares concealed behind a seemingly-friendly mask.

For example, I had a dream this morning, right before my alarm woke me up for the first day of the new school year. This dream consisted of pretty much EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE of my concerns about the upcoming year in JROTC.

I mean, it addressed my fears about not being tough enough, fears about making bigger mistakes as I take on more responsibility, fear of awkward situations, and general disgruntlement about a particular person knowing how I feel about him and him not caring one single tiny smidge.

I have too much dignity to lose by posting the whole thing on the internet, but if you want to know more about the dream [especially the part that involves me saying "You smell... umm... very nice."] then feel free to either email me, message me, IM me, call me, get in touch with me, or whatever and I'll totally tell you the whole story. ^_^

So, as for my new schedule: 4th Period STANDARD US History... prepare to DIE.

Those guidance counselors better be in a cooperative mood... otherwise I'ma gonna be openin' a can-o-whoop-ass on their big ol' guiding and counseling bootys.

[I chose to spell the plural of "booty" in a grammatically incorrect fashion. Thank you.]