this is me not making much sense

I keep forgetting to pick up film so I can take pictures of Jordan The Cute Boy and Will The Smart (But Not As Cute) Boy for Aaron, since I promised I'd show him what they look like. Since tomorrow's the last day of driver's ed, this is becoming urgent.

In other news, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean, found it to be excellent, especially for a movie based on a Disneyworld ride, and really ought to call Dana as soon as I've got my driving schedule worked out so we can go see it together, because, as I said a couple of entries ago, we were born to watch movies together. Especially ones like Pirates of the Caribbean, i.e., ones with attractive pirates in them. Also, and somewhat related because this all started when I went to the movie and sat next to Johnny, I think the summer fling I have been moping about not having has arrived at last. Huzzah.

I had an incredible dream last night, all about mysterious deaths and returns from beyond the grave and adventure and excitement and romance and being a dashing outlaw, and I have this to ask: why is it that in all my really good dreams, the ones with dashing outlaws and adventure and epic plotlines, my subconscious decides to represent me as male?

For right now, I have to go work. Six chapters left, five days to do them in. Busy, busy me. Further updates will arrive later.