It is 1:22am, I should probably be asleep.
A part of me wishes I was asleep two hours ago and wrapped in a warm blanket;
sinking down into the realms of my dreams. Yet I am awake.
Exams are in two weeks and if there is one reason my GPA is not as high as it should be is because of my lack of self-discipline and fatuous habits such as staying awake when I really should be sleeping.
The pulchritude of dreams amazes me many times. I remember all of them. I am an artist in my dreams. I create my own world. This is not new though,
all of us do this, I am just fortunate enough to naturally remember my mind scape's creations.
I once had an idea of recording all my dreams in a diary but I never got down to doing it because of the fear of them making sense and heading somewhere. It's an interesting thought though- to record all your dreams.
Sometimes I get inspiration for sketches through dreams but that verve of physically creating my mind's vision dies out when the translation of my idea into physical existence proves to be harder than ever.
It's 1:37 now and I do not quite remember all that I have written so far. I just remembered that dreams are not supposed to be shared. I never knew that before, but it is ostensibly "bad" to recount dreams. Well, I have not recounted one in this journal so I suppose it is fine and anyway, some bloke's dream theory is of as much importance to me as the crickets in the playground.
I'm going to wake up late tomorrow. Much of my morning will be wasted. Then, I'll have to take my sister and her friends out to Silk Street for some shopping. It sounds so mundane.
I wish I could be in Fiji right now. It's the haven for all artsy people, laid back people and actually, almost all the kinds of people there are . Only for a bit of time though. Too much of Fiji gets almost intoxicating. After awhile you want to see big buildings and experience the helter skelter of city life.
Actually I am a freebird. I love traveling. Three years is the amount of time I like in a place. After that, I have to move. I make it sound as if all the decision-making power lies in my hands and that I can decide when to move and when not to but it is really not like that. It's my dad's job which makes us move, but moving has become a part of my system.
I just realized that this entry is a free flow of thoughts, for there is no theme in this. Perhaps, the dream talk above might pass off as the purpose of this entry. Maybe I'm just whiling away time.
Procrastinating. I wish I wasn't a procrastinator.
In 20 days I will be in India.
Summer Break will be so much fun. And before it's even started I'm going to say that it is going to be evanescent. Believe it. The best breaks are always so.
I'll be off now.
Finally.
7 minutes to 2am.

Tomorrow I have to memorize Mercutio's lines from Romeo&Juliet. The fight scene. Mercutio dies in that scene. It should be a challenging piece to learn.

~S.S