I'm getting a pet mouse. Well ... two ... so, pet mice. I did some research last night and they say it's better to have two since mice are social animals. Makes sense. I'm serious about getting them though. I don't think Mark would have a problem. Plus ... I'll have company.

Last night I had a dream about this guy I was practically in love with in highschool. Adrian. There weren't a lot of details really. I was walking up the street to his house and I saw him outside lying back on a lawn chair in the sun. I walked up to him and said I missed him. He didn't say anything for a while and then it was night. We talked for a long while. I'm not sure what about. He walked me home. The house I lived in when I was 15. We hung out in my room. We talked a lot more and he fell asleep. My sister hated him. Seriously. And so ... in the dream ... I had to sneak him out of the house. I remember a lot of stars and sitting on the steps. Telling him that I always cared about him. He probably knew. We used to be pretty good friends. A little more than friends I guess. I sat there ... close to him and I was sad. I dunno if I was sad because I knew it was a dream and I'd have to wake up. Or sad because I know he didn't feel that deeply.

I really should be more careful with my feelings.

I thought about him a lot when I woke up. Which wasn't that long ago. I didn't go to bed until almost 5 this morning. Chatting with a couple people and then looking at stuff at Petco.com. Then reading about caring for mice. It's pretty neat and I think it would be really cool. I would actually love to get a puppy or kitten ... but I can't. They don't allow dogs in my building. Plus I can't commit to a pet like that right now anyway. I may have to move back to the Caribbean at a moment's notice. So mice right now are perfect.

Rudy called me last night around midnight. Drunk. I'm now his designated call. When he gets smashed ... he calls and tells me all about it. Tells me all the cute guys he hung out with. How much fun he had. How much money he spent.

Basically ... reminding me that I have no life.

He asked me about me and Aaron. He said it's like a soap opera now, leaving him at the edge of his seat. I told him I had no idea. Because ... I have no idea. I've already decided I don't need to define anything. And that I'll just let Aaron do whatever he wants to. We're not dating. Plus he's really busy right now with work and I'll be lucky if I see him at all before November. He has my phone number. I see him online almost every day. Sometimes he messages me and we talk. Sometimes he doesn't. It helps me practice my 'whatever' attitude.

Tomorrow I might be going to Connecticut. Which will be cool. I've never been, actually. Plus ... I might get to see Amber and I really want to. I miss her a lot. I can't afford to call her and she's really busy with work too. I really do miss her though. I haven't seen her in so long.