The Top Ten Frivolous Things that Make Me Feel Surprisingly Bad.

I absolutely L-O-V-E the feeling I get when I've just done 3 loads of laundry because I feel like 1) I've accomplished a lot (because I think I have, I've just done 3 loads of laundry) 2) I feel oh-so-clean (Because I think I am, I've just done 3 loads of laundry) and 3) I feel like I have all new clothes (because I do, I've just done 3 loads of laundry, which means I haven't worn some of my shirts in almost 2 months).

Sometimes, it's the little things that count....

So here is my list of the top ten frivolous things that make me feel surprisingly bad, only, I could only think of three things, so here is my list of the top three frivolous things that make me feel surprisingly bad.

Sometimes, it's the little things that make you the most neurotic...

# 10) When Brandon Wheeler, the hunk I've had a crush on for the entire year says he wants to be my boyfriend, and asks me to the eighth grade formal, I am so completely surprised, I get this floating sensation in my stomach that is in no way attached to nausea but pure euphoria, I feel like I am the most dazzling creature that's ever lived...and then I wake up....excited and happy because Brandon Wheeler wants to be my boyfriend. But soon it all sinks in, I realize it was all a dream...and then I really really wake up.

#9) Checking my e-mail to find that no one has poked me, sent me a message, written on my wall, body slammed me, turned me into a vampire, sent me a super hottie request, given me a roll of toilet paper as a gift, or sent me a "which Harry Potter Professor Jane Austen Sex and the City Harry and the Hendersons Facts of Life Wonder Years Saved By the Bell Different Strokes Character are you" quiz in the last 13 hours.

# 8) Forgetting my cell phone at home, going without it for the entire day and thinking "oh my goodness I'm going to miss so many important phone calls" coming home and seeing that I've received no voicemails, texts, or very many important phone calls.

# 7) When it's a Saturday night and I want to do something fun, I call 3 different friends and none of them answer, which makes me think, "Wow, they must all be hanging out together without me creating memories that can never be duplicated, that they will talk about for years to come and have inside jokes about. Yes, this conclusion is rational. No one loves me."

Oops, I actually had four frivolous things that make me feel surprisingly bad.