Don't you hate it when you have to suppress noise inside yourself. I'm going nutzo. I want to jump and go crazy in my casa. I have too much energy, but I need to study. Well okay I'm not at the moment. I'm taking a little break.
I've been blogging more often. I guess I have a plenty plus going on in my head. My head has been busy for awhile.
You know, I've been having reoccurring dreams. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Plus dreams are way too fun. My characters to my story are inspired by my dreams. I'm excited for sleep now, because it feels so alive
"Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self."
-GAO XINGJIAN, Dialogue and Rebuttal
Maybe it's because I'm me, the "other" side of me. The eloquently spoken, more "in your face." say what i mean, mean what I say person. I'm so ALIVE, but I'm working on translating that into my conscious state. I'm very expressive in writing and dreams, but I want to be more vocal. Maybe that's why I write songs and sing.

I was a little potty mouth in my dreams though. I think it's all that suppression when I'm awake.
As for the story I am writing, I'm trying so hard to dream about it again that it just won't come back, but yesterday night I found my inspiration for the jealous, psycho, stalker ex-lover. The dream was so intense that I can write my story and I can recall the feeling of it and it's so much easier to understand and write about the character. Now I know how psycho she really is. haha.
I've been around my hometown and just writing in places that remind me of the scenery in my story. It makes an easier write because I pretend to be her. I listen to the sounds, I smell the coffee in the small cafe, I feel the very essence of my characters. I'm never too old for imagination and playing pretend. I hope I don't make my story so cheese-filled, but hey i can be.
OH but what are my thoughts on love nowadays. I guess free? Free because I don't think Love has really wronged me too much, but in a way I'm stronger. A lot people of gone through worse so I'm not occupying myself with the notion. I've been thinking, being hurt is like your heart sinking down to your stomach, but i really can't recall that feeling. Being infatuated is certainly a high, but I also can't recall that feeling. As of now, I'm content and don't have to worry about roller coaster rides. But don't get me wrong; crushes come and go my way.

Cupid shot the wrong boys or he did it on purpose. haha. I'm surprised. Love just don't bug me the way it used to.
And for some uncanny reason I'm craving for Vegemite...and this blog was longer than expected.
Love and light,
Lani