My First Book Of Autobiographical Stream-Of-Consciousness Stories Part 1

Now:
Really, this is...not really, well, maybe perhaps the first one I've actually posted on here. And I know this is insanely meta, because this is a story and all and I'm not going to put in where I've gone and edited bits back and forth in my head and well...what was the point of that insanely long run-on sentence? Ah yes. I'm getting ahead of myself. Yes.
This is a stream of consciousness story, or post, whichever fits better, where we attempt to follow - I say follow because if it went straight from head to screen it would be an incomprehensible string of half-formed words and thoughts - Fire up the thought engines! - so we're trying to minimise the whole "jumping tracks around my head midway" thing here. And hopefully it'll be in sequential sentences. And yes, this is part of it too. Did you think, maybe, these were author's notes? Well, the line's blurred, and so are many others. Enjoy while I procrastinate and angst at the same time.
Scroll down to the very bottom for the distilled, but slightly different version. It's a long way down.
Buckle up for a ride inside my weird, weird head. Like I said, autobiographical.

Hold me tight / Just dance with me once; I promise you'll be OK

I wish I could sing in public, but it seems I just can't do it.
For once I'm not angsty or stressed.
But you know what I really want to do at the moment? For some reason I really want to do ballroom dancing again. I've never admitted this to anyone, but I guess I'm just an incurable old-fashioned romantic at heart, really.
Basically, if I could, I'd just get up and spin myself around the room.
I'm just so happy this week, I don't know why.
Maybe it's because, finally, I have confidence in myself.

For once, nothing is pressing on my mind - posted unfinished, an ode to a bored Sunday.

I know, mindblowing, right?
But then...
Contemplation.
It's like the natural instinct for people in quiet moments, even if we're blasting our ears with music, especially melancholic ones.
I wish iTunes had tags.
Have you seen my tag list lately?
It seems every post I have to make a new tag, because every post is unrelated, topically and thematically, and the only thread linking them is that they all happened to me, really. Some are rants, some are contemplative, some felt like I was high at the time (I wonder what'd happen if I really took drugs. Best not to find out.)
And then I decided to hit everyone online and available with a random conversation. Best to say it didn't go well. You can read the full transcript of my window in a later post.
The point I'm coming to is that I NEED to know EVERYTHING about a person or thing.