My Blog...How original.

looky, i'm back on here. whoa. when was the last time i got on this thing? two weeks? ouch. i've been busy.
hey, what do ya know? this is my hundredth blog. *throws confette in the air* whoot. i'm having a party with myself. that's sad. lol. wait, should i be laughing. eery.
i'm crazy.
SEE! this is why i shouldn't blog without knowing what i want to blog about, i go nuts other wise.
what's new in my life. i started voice lessons. yay! *claps hands* i've been wanting to take this for such a long time, i'm so happy to finally start.
um... i like chocolate. lol.
hmmm....
argh... (i'm a pirate. lol. jk.)
oh! i know!
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something out of my character's journal! PLEASE COMMENT!
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1)Sleep—both blessing and curse. Dreams—sometimes blessing but nearly always curse. Sleep is a time to relax and regenerate ones body. A time to grow. A time to dream. Dreaming, however, almost nearly always brings bad tidings in the morn. No mater what type of dream one has, sweet or bitter, one always wakes up and finds themselves disappointed or disturbed. If it was a beautiful dream, one is disappointed that it had to end. If it is frightening, one wakes up disturbed. Dreams also take thoughts and wishes from the days gone by and replay’s them in a distorted manner. Either the beautiful thought is made impure or it is distorted to an uncomprehending measure. How cruel of you, Dream. Why must you torture us so? What end do you find? What pleasure? Heartless beast, spare us one night from your deceit.

2) Me-- Undifined
Me--Unwritten
Me--There for, I am unread.
How can something that is not written be read? It can’t. My life has to be written out. I do not know what the future holds. I don’t even know the present. How can that be? I am in the present, am I not? Aren’t I living in the present? How then, you ask, do I not know the present? Foolish mortal, or very well immortal being, n one knows what is happening in the present until it happens, but once it happens, it becomes the past, and again we wait with anticipation for what IS happening. We do not know that we stop breathing until we have already stopped. Not before, not during, only after. Of course, once one realizes that one has stopped breathing, they know it. But still then, they do not know what is happening until it has happened.
So, then, is there a present at all? Or is it just an allusion. A space for a moment to pass from future to past? A “time” frame for the transition from one tense to another, so quick it cannot be measured. Don’t get me wrong, I am only speaking of literal time. When writing, there is a present tense system as too in speaking and ect. But there is no real now, at this moment, for that moment, that now, has already passed before you have even finished the sentence.
Alrighty, that's all i'm going to post.
peace out,
Rock on,
love,
~Argetlam
P.s. So what do you think of the "journal" entries?