|Current mood:|| thoughtful|
|Current music:||She will be loved/ maroon 5|
So at first I thought that this journal thing was a lame idea, but than i saw my friend Dave's and thought it might be a good idea to start writing again cuz i haven't in a while. I've actually been sleeping more lately so I haven't been up too late like I used to when i write.
Its weird how the night changes your perception of things. I am happiest and most peaceful at 3 am, when the house is quiet, except for the crickets outside my window, (or in my house ha). Its like the problems of the outside world disappear into the darkness, and there is just more possibility. There is always been something really soothing when i look out at the night sky filled with a thousand stars; this is the time when I get most of my ideas when I wrote. The only time I don't have writer's block. I think this is why i always loved the fall, when it starts getting dark faster. The thing that I loved most about college was taking my night classes, walking across campus under the poorly lit lamp posts, and behind the mansion, despite all the ghost stories , and smelling the faint aroma of gardenia wafting from the italian gardens. This is the time when I feel most alive.
The night has way of forming ideas into your head. Its funny how all these thoughts and feelings come into my head, when I'm just sitting here in my living room at 2 am and I just have to write it and my fingers can hardly keep up with what is going on in my head. Its like a flood. Why did I ever stop?
Well I guess that this an ok first entry. I'm kinda tired now so I'm gonna go chill for a bit. Later