Sooo....

This blog really makes me think about the song "Shots." (shots shots shots shots shots). Also, it makes me think about listening to my friend's mom obnoxiously singing "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" as she rocks out to guitar hero. Either way, I'm losing my mind. After reading through some of the other blogs, I feel like all my ideas have been stolen! Hayes no joke stole with future wife, Taylor Swift. Unfair. But hey, I have a better idea (even though Taylor Swift is still MY future wife). I'll tell you about my dream last night....

It was a typical tuesday night. I was listening to the music most people don't like (Marshall Mathers). I was just about to hit the hey, when I realized I had new neighbors (This makes little sense to me as well.) I thought I should go over and meet them, like all polite neighbors do, and maybe give them a nice fruit basket. I knocked on the door and TALOR SWIFT answered. I freaked out for a little bit, obviously. Who wouldn't?! Love at first sight. Then I saw her boyfriend. Killer. And the worst part about it was that he was a jerk! I was so much better for Taylor, and she didn't even notice. I had to settle for "the friend." Eventually, we became better and better "friends", but i still had to hold back my undying love for her, and my hatred for the boyfriend. We spent every waking moment together. It came time for the senior dance. Taylor, of course was going with her boyfriend. This killed me on the inside. I did not originally plan on attending this dance, but was talked into it. I showed up to find Taylor, beautiful as ever, signaling for me to come over to her and...

Then I woke up... The rest of the story was left to my imagination.