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I have an ingrown hair on my left arm, and it HURTS LIKE HELL. Waaaaaaaaaah. And add that to the fact that this week I have had no fewer than six zits, and you get... well, I don't know what you get. But one of the ones I got earlier this week is sore. And red.

Tomorrow I will be approximately a few yards away from Adam Levine. Which reminds me: I had a weird dream last night that I went to the Maroon 5 show at Dorton Arena in Raleigh, and they were performing in a boxing ring on the floor. My mom and brother went with me, and they got kicked out of the show for bringing in outside food and drinks. [g]

So I cleaned my room today and found a mix CD I was missing (crikey!) and I found my old dream journal. I stopped writing in it sometime in 2002, but I'd been writing in it since the end of 1998. Wow. I had far too many Backstreet Boys dreams to count, and too many dreams about kissing the guys I crushed on at the time. I have another one that I sometimes write in, but I kinda don't know where it is right now... so most of the time, I just try to recall them and post them here.

Yeah, this is mostly just useless babble right now. Off to update holloway_daily.

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I never had good dreams like that, kissing the guy you crushed on, or the celebrity you thought was hott.
Nope.
It's always the guys that I don't like that I end up "kissing".
Blah.
My dream love life sucks as much as the real one.