What I hate about school is how much free time I have and how I have no one to tell me what to with it.
At least in high school, I had to be there every day for a certain amount of time. I’d feel like I’d done something with my day.
I had a 7 hour sleep on Monday night. I woke up at 6 to go to class and I was back home at 10 a.m. I laid down on my couch and took a five hour nap. Everyone comes home at 4 so all I really had the chance to do was clean.
Today, I slept in until 1.pm. Ate breakfast, took a shower, went to the post office, and I cleaned. It was 4 by the time I finished.
This is what I mean when I say that I lack discipline. I have the desire to accomplish so much in all my spare time but I indulge too much and waste my day sleeping.
Yesterday, I came home from school and I took a nap from about 10a.m - 12:30p.m.
I had an incredibly vivid dream.
It was New Years Eve and there was a party at my place. My brother and my neighbors had set up a television to play video games on in the back and I was going back and forth between the party and them.
At the party was Nick Nolte but a grossly overweight Nick Nolte. I chatted with him about his movies and he seemed like a nice guy. He spent the entire party sitting down in a corner eating potato chips.
In the back, with my brother and neighbor, was some girl who vaguely resembled Taylor Swift. I don’t know who she was or if she had a name but I was just hanging out with her outside. Even though it was late at night, the sky was a blood orange color.
Anyways, I go back to Nick Nolte and I ask him if I could take a picture of him. I take my phone out and as I’m about to take a picture of him, I tell him “I want to send this to my friend. He’s a huge David Lynch fan. We both loved you in Blue Velvet.” He began to yell “I’m not Dennis Hopper.” over and over. I told him “Yes you are”, snapped the photo and left.
I went back to the girl and I led her away from my brother and neighbor. I don’t even remember saying anything to her but I kissed her and went back to see Nick Nolte. I asked him why are you here and he said “Your mom wants to renew her wedding vows so she entered this contest. The prize was that you get the wedding paid for and I come to your house to give a speech.”
He was looking tired because it was 2 a.m and he still hadn’t given his speech yet so I went back outside. I knew the girl was sleeping over so I asked her if she wanted to hook up after everyone goes to sleep. She said yes. I go back inside and I’m anxious now because the hours are going by and everyone’s still awake and I just want to be with this girl.
Nick Nolte finally delivers his speech. It was some Latino empowerment speech. People begin to leave after he ends his speech and I’m getting excited. But there’s violent knock on the door and I wake up. I’m angry because I was about to hook up with the Taylor Swift looking chick. It was the FedEx guy delivering a pedal that I won a few days back so I’m excited now but damn do I wish that I had been able to finish that dream.
I’m trying to write more on here because a. it’s a really nice habit to have and b. one of the things that I find most disappointing about Tumblr is the lack of original content. Of course, I don’t expect original content from certain blogs (AwesomePeopleHangingOut, directors-gone-wild, etc.) but I do believe that some are capable of more than just reblogs. It’s probably because I’m nosy and I want to know everything about all of you.
Now, I’m not saying that what I’m doing is great but hopefully someone finds my musings entertaining and they’ll get more out of it than just seeing a bunch of reblogs of the things that I enjoy.