Day 140,276

Don't know about tomorrows list. Off the top of my head is:
1. Log how many hours a day I have spent online, starting from last week
2. Read SOMETHING of the papers I have due
3. Plan for Vegas
4. Install Radio for car
5. Schedule maintanance for my car before Vegas Trip

No summary, just what I've been thinking:
I have thought about alot over the past couple of weeks. If I have an internet addiction, how to control said addiction, moving onto a different brand of cigarette (Benson and Hedges), what I am going to do with my life in general, what I am going to do with my life in the 12 months after collage, do I want a family (yes), could I actually make it as a stay at home dad (I really fucking hope so!), but the main thing on my mind is reguarding a dream I had.

In the dream, I am in a "white zone." I'm not surrounded by light, it's not bright, just...white, everywhere. In the middle of me just chilling there I hear a voice. Now, I don't recall exactly what "It" said, only that "It" attracted my attention very much the same way a child does it's father. It was more like a "hey, look over here," than anything else. When I had turned around, there was nothing there... only more white-ness. The strangest part of it all was that I "recognised" or "associated" the voice to be that of Jesus Christ.

Now I have never been visited by any angel, demon, space monkey, UFO, or anything else. I am a catholic, named after two saints, and consider myself to be veryspiritual, though not very religious. I have told a select few about the dream and they thought nothing of it. After some time I will attempt to dissern whatever my mind can muster out of the dream.

The voice, was Jesus. End of that one.

The White-ness, I think, are my "works." In the Catholic religion, (to my understanding) people are exemplified in two ways, by their faith and their works. It is said that faith is what gets us closer to heaven, and our works that bring heaven closer to our world. Because I consider myself to be pretty spiritual, I can knock out the faith part. It would makemore sense that, due to my lazy nature, the white-ness are my works (or lack there of).

I think that the dream was Jesus, caling attention to my lack of works... So what?
So now what?
What's next?
What needs to be done?

I don't really have an answer to that, but since this dream occured (btw, was several months ago) is has constantly been at the front of my mind. I don't really know how to go about doing good works. In my priority list, work is far from the top:
1. Family
2. Allie
3. Erin
4. Friends
...
(Long way down)
...
#. work

For the time being, I have decided to give the seminary a try (you know, after I get my degree in international business, with a minor in japanese...). My thinking is, because I have no direction on how do to good works in my life, I will devote my life (or at least a part of it) to doing pretty much nothing but good works.

Only time can tell. In the near future, I canonly hope I stay commited enough to finish school, keep on living somewhere besides my parents' houses, keep my ferret alive, and keep my girlfriend in love with me. Piece of cake, right?