Monday, March 7, 2011

Daydreamer.

Alright, so life is magnificent. First off, I am 19 in one week. Only one year of teenagehood left. I have a serious catcher in the rye complex. I don't want to grow up and become old and boring, I want to stay young and carefree forever. Adults are so strict and serious, I wish that I could stay young forever. I guess you could say I am an ingenue- a young naive woman. Speaking of new words, my new favorite word is: halcyon- happy, sunny, carefree. Anyways, this is all beside the point. Apparently I have been having weird dream experiences lately. My handsome canadian friend told me that when I was sleeping I sat up, faced him and said "cut out the infected part, and repair the damaged tissue." Pretty morbid. And weird. Also, I decided to start a dream journal. I read an entry back from last thursday and it said: "Last night I had a dream I was on my way to girls camp and two leaders were trash talking my parents so I demanded they let me out and my dad came and picked me up and we went to this other place where they had a snow machine and a giant dog." I have no recollection of writing that, let alone dreaming it. Pretty incredible, the human mind. Thats enough for now, here is a ibex.

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