The Night of Mayhem

So I had the most random thought today. While watching TV I thought about robbing a bank. I thought about having things like a black getaway van, ski mask, some kind of gun, and a posse of men who're dressed the same as I am (except the one wearing sun glasses, he's boss). The only thing however, when this came to mind, instead of getting away we end up getting trapped inside. The building gets surrounded by cops as we hold hostages. They try to negotiate and once negotiations start the fun begins. I start thinking about asking them for the most ridiculous things, like cheese burgers or a remote control helicopter. Then see if they would still take me seriously

Sometimes I can't help but laugh at myself for having some of the most out-of-this world day dreams.

If you think that's bad, this one time I had this dream (like dream-dream, as in sleep dream). In this dream I was in some kind of Dorm? Apartment Complex? Graymoor? I don't know, I couldn't tell. All I could tell was that the bathrooms were communal. These bathrooms were weird though, aside from everything being wet (typical of real world public bathrooms), I looked at the toilet and they had urea concentration counters on it. So whenever you would pee, there would be numbers and it would tell you the concentration of urea in your urine. I woke up shortly after using one of these toilets, I didn't get a chance to see my own concentration.

So anyway enough of the nonsense. My mind was wandering as I was thinking about THAT department. Yes, women. I always just thought about the idea of a crush and how it works. (I know, I know, I think a few entries ago I posted about how bitter I was about analyzing things. This was analysis done out of boredom though, so it's not like I had anything better to do. I usually bitch at how much of a waste of time this type of thinking is. And that's exactly what happend here, I needed to kill time, so I did) So yeah I went through facebook and went through all the girls that I think are enticing. Now I wasn't checking them out, I was more or less reminiscing about good times and good conversations that I may have had with each particular woman (that I find attractive). The thing that weirds me out is that these conversations were all different, but they still carried the same amount of pleasure received. It just left me thinking to myself, "What makes a girl drop dead attractive?" (while ignoring all superficial aspects) I mean given the situation is that I'm talking to this girl. It's just weird sometimes how you can be so drawn into a conversation and then all of a sudden be compelled to ask for her number because you want more. Or you can just shy away from the number idea and just wait till you're next encounter, all done to avoid looking creepy. You end up leaving whatever establishment where the encounter took place only thinking about how great you're conversation was. Thinking of how awesome this girl was. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? I'm usually so cautious about trying NOT to fall for girls so easily, but forreal, some girls are just so good at this. Either way, they still cross my mind only to make me anticipate our next meeting. Hopefully I'll walk away with a number this time.

Hopefully... lol.