Laugh too much.
I'm currently hiding in the National Library. Yes this means I'm at Bugis while my mum and sis are shopping, I'm hiding at the library using the library's electricity to power my sis' laptop for me to play Runescape and to blog. I don't find that this comes under 'cheap thrills', I find that this comes under 'cheap'.
I've been told since young that if I had nightmares, I must say it out to someone else if not it'd become true. I have had weird random nightmares ranging from me being lost, raped, killed, and all the feelings of involvement were very real. But I've never actually woken up from such nightmares, I don't know why either.
But this morning was horrible. I think it was because of the mad laughing session on Friday night, but whatever the case was it was horrible enough to wake me up and render me speechless because it was a nightmare of something which has a high chance of happening in real life, and which seems to be set in motion already. It's actually damn embarrassing to say it out, and between embarrassment and the actual horror of it happening I choose the actual horror of it happening. Even if it does happen it's only to my misfortune and besides, seriously, it doesn't really affect me at all.
The raw recollection of it is quite scary though. I don't like such vivid dreams, but I'm scared it'd really turn into reality if the memory of the dream fades completely. Bah.
How self-conflicted of me.
There's this bunch of school girls sitting around me now. I shall start watching porn just to scare them off. Seriously, do they not have the slightest sense of Brain? A virile and smelly young man is typing furtively away at the keyboard and of all places they choose to sit around him?! They need to be taught a lesson. Someone rape them please.
-- 3/20/2010 04:54:00 PM
