Dream Sequence

Last Night I had a dream that I was at a train station with the Hanson brothers. At this train station, there was a basilisk that would've killed everyone if it didn't get a sacrifice. So, then the Hanson brothers got kidnapped and were off to be sacrificed to the basilisk. I, of course, the willingly good soul decided that I should be sacrificed in place of them. I think I was in love with one of the brothers...eek. So the younger brother was all for me taking their place, but the one that I loved ( I think it was the middle one) was like "NOOOOOOO! Don't do it." So well the evil priest or the sacrifice organizer was like "ok! we'll take you." So I was carried off and tied away in this cave awaiting to be eaten by a basilisk. I somehow escaped, maybe through the help of my loved Hanson brother. Whereas we thanked each other for saving each others lives and then this is where I was awoken. So basically I had a Harry Potter Dream except involving the Hanson brothers. I have no idea why this is so. I haven't read Harry Potter recently or saw a movie. I have been listening to a lot of hmmmbop but not to my choice. (darn you Jacque)

The other night, I yelled out "TRUCK DRIVER!" and woke myself because I yelled something out that I had no control over. It was scary. I think it was about the man I fell in love with the other night. He was a truck driver and beautiful. Now he's a rockstar and beautiful.

I guess I'm getting my dreams back. YAY!

Sgt. Friend-O

Let's go to Nantes and sip on the sweet nectar of our memories.
I'll wonder is there a ghost?
At that moment, I'll scream "We are Gods!We are wolves!"
We'll cross the fences that trap our lives, but all I'll want to do is shakeshakeshake.
I'll tell you like a little hummingbird that the night starts here.
I've been telling you that its just a little cocaine habit that I'm trying to get rid of.
That's why I just can't wait to get to TTHHHHEEE PAARRRRTTYY!

There are 10 songs that I'm really enjoying in that poem. Man. I miss writing poetry. Well I kind of miss writing fictional prose. There really isn't any time. I need to stay awake and study.

Banjo

I need to make a movie, simply to use the song Marla by Grizzly Bear.
It's perfect.
Just listen to it.
It's quiet and the right amount of creepiness to keep you entranced.
I wish there was more time in the day.

How many acres?

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It's October, already? I forgot. It is glorious that the weather is still 80 down here in the Lou. It's my fave. I totally had some substantial information for updating, but I forgot.

Decisions.

It's always a matter of life or death. Not really. I'm really digging Le Loup. I'm listening to them RIGHT now. I always translate their name to The Loop. I'm so American.
Well, lately I've been thinking about the future, about what I want to do. Debating.
Do I want to be a physical therapist?
Do I want to be a psychologist?
Do I want to be a teacher?
Do I want to be a booking agent?
Do I want to be a manager?
Do I want to be a writer?

It always seems that I am given these opportunities to expand and improve my life, but I keep taking the safer one. The one that I know isn't a risk. The one that I think will make me happier. It only makes me happy because I know I'll be safe. I'm afraid of becoming an adult. Having to find a job. Having to worry about bills. I know I'm technically I'm an adult, but as long as I'm still living with my parents and they are still paying for the car I drive and the insurance. I'm pretty sure I'm still a dependent teenager. I need experience to grow but its not always a decision of life or death. But what if it is? And I'm not treating it that way. Just tell me what to do.