I was in high school again. Someone had put a hit list in my locker, so it was being investigated. I only knew one person on the list, and moreover it wasn't even my handwriting. I had to go through and prove I didn't know people, which is nearly impossible. I was angry that I was being held like this. I started pulling a narc's hair after she was bitchy to me. A jury that included my mom decided that I wasn't worthy of a trial, so they took me to prison.
     Totally different dream: Ryan Seacrest wanted to date me.

I used to really dislike Ryan Seacrest, but he gets awesomer with each consecutive season of AI. Also, he's attractive when he doesn't smile. Also, he's short (5'7"), which is always good for me. God, I'm so lame.

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