Green's my favorite color; maybe it's because I get jealous so easily.

The world is conspiring against me. Within the past week, half of my best friends have started dating. Not just Violet and Zucker, but others who I'm not allowed to name. So where will that leave me? Lonely and senile, watching Hallmark romance-comedies and eating out of a tub of ice cream, that's where. I have to be careful about what I say now, though. Apparently, even trying to create a hidden blog doesn't stop my classmates from reading it. So, I've accepted that these entries may be read by people I know and will post accordingly. That translates to "I will post nothing to humiliate myself."
The dance has seemed to be an era away for these past few months, but I've just realized that it's way sooner than I realized. In a month or so, along with the Hershey Music Festival and the Six Flags field trip, and the graduation ceremony. Gah. So overwhelming. I don't and probably never will have a date to the dance, so I won't linger on that too much.
My dream last night: Me living in an old, dark house with a senile old lady who's afraid to leave home. For good reason. Every night at 8 p.m. a nearly headless ghost (I'm guessing he was based on Nearly-Headless Nick from Harry Potter) circles around the house over and over. Then, at 1 a.m., the headless horseman circles the house over and over.
Interpretation? I'm guessing that I'm the old lady, with no one to love. Didn't I picture myself being senile and alone? Stupid dance. What do the headless ghosts mean, though? I really have no idea how to interpret that. Please make suggestions.
Also, when I checked my horoscope this morning on my iPod Touch, it said that I was nervous about an upcoming social event. Not particularly about the event itself, but about the people that will be there. I swear, that thing reads my mind.
I think the universe is trying to send signs, and call me stupid, but I'm not getting the message.