Dreaming.

This break from life is actually brilliant. Tough before, but once you embrace the laziness... Bliss. I should have got expelled sooner. I know everything has stalled, that I'm probably going backwards, but it's temporary. Kinda funny really, how dickish and careless you can be about everything, but things just work themselves out. As previously mentioned, my uni offer is unconditional, and it's the one I want to go to. Doesn't that basically mean this is the beginning of a 7 month summer? Probably. Excellent :).

Might go to Holland while I wait.

Plus I genuinely cheered myself up earlier by looking in the mirror. It worked. This is probably a gift rather than poor judgement, right?

Right.

I think I'm going to like uni.

:D

An entire line devoted to a smiley. It's difficult being a literary genius as well.

By the way, I've noticed other people talk about random, funny things that aren't particularly about themselves. I, however... don't. So I'm going to talk about something vaguely interesting that doesn't have the word 'I' half a dozen times in each sentence.

The clue is in the title.

This is actually a repeat of the first post I ever wrote. That one wasn't very good either...

The human body must rest. The human brain more-so. At least 9 hours a day of sleep, longer with age, is required to properly charge our minds. Going without leads to sluggishness, irritability, stress, bad concentration, appetite changes, memory loss, fainting and eventually death.

Quite a few of these define me over the last few years by the way.

During those hours your subconscious projects some light entertainment so you don't get bored, aka dreaming. A series of very boring and complicated-sounding chemical reactions culminate in what? Exactly? A brief personal TV show with a terrible plot and abstract style? Not that I have anything against dreaming necessarily, I just don't have them. They're actually really difficult for me to even consider, my opinion is merely what other people have told me. I sometimes see water, late in the mornings when i'm pretty much awake, but nothing even close to seeing people or actually doing anything.

Oh, I'm hydrophobic. Have been forever. May have to rethink the Holland thing...

I'm guessing you dream? Fairly often? Your subconscious can be bothered to entertain you huh? Have any evidence for this?

Truthfully, the idea is ridiculous to me. Something I got used to.

Is there any proof for a dreamless me that everyone else in the world is not completely insane?

There is the small fact I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I quite like night blogging, so see you soon :)

Night.

Ciaozard xD