2 weeks

School's off for winter break. I'm excited to be able to sleep in and wake up on my own schedule- mostly because that means I can lay in bed for an hour remembering my dreams. Any other time they get obliterated by my alarm clock, and I'll only catch glimpses of things, the essence of a memory from the dream. It's a frustrating mystery with no way to solve it besides luck, unless I can sleep in and remember. It's interesting to see where everything comes from- what you're reading, what you were talking about, who you've been hanging out with- they all find a way of showing up in your dreams. Or just completely random bizarre stuff that makes no sense will happen, which is just a story your mind told itself so it didn't get bored while you were sleeping.

winter blues

i dislike the winter. the cold. the shadows. the short days and long nights. The sun never fully rises in the sky. It seems like it's always hovering just above the horizon, casting long shadows that make my search for a patch of sun so much more difficult. Even on sunny days the air is crisp. I can't wear skirts and dresses, not comfortably at least. The days become nights so quickly. I miss the sun. I wish it'd come back.

good

days are good because some days you just feel good. maybe your skin fits better than day, and your hair does everything it's suppose to, and the sun is out and you're not shivering.