reading is... odd?

i think i had a meltdown in my sleep last night. i woke up with extra gooky eyes and there were spots on the pillow. so either my eyes are liquifying and falling out of my head, or i had a dream where i was crying. i think it was the latter, though, because i had a dream that my best friend died and we all had to go back for the funeral. and i sang a song from rent with jim ipema. it was weird. i randomly saw him at tropical sno this summer. he was with the natovneys and the novaks, and mark manetti. it was good to see all those people, even though they probably forgot i even existed. but hey, that's the way it is when you're the quiet kid in high school. i tell people here what i was like back then, and they don't believe me. i don't know if i like that i've changed that much, i didn't think i had, and i don't know which person i am really.
meh, i just got picked on in history because i read the news. go figure.