Patient Veggies


I just finished watching a couple of DVDs. One is High School Musical 3: Senior Year [at last!] and a Veggietales DVD. I actually think these talking vegetables are cute, even though I know I may be too big to watch cartoons and animated children's movies. I don't often enjoy the stories [because I already know most of them which were taken from the Bible], but I enjoyed the one I watched tonight. It was all about patience. Patience. Ouch. I know I rush a lot of stuff [which probably explains why I often get pimples on my forehead because of stress], but now I learned that by simply having the patience to wait, things will turn out just right. [And I've learned that the real version of my imaginary Jeremy will come at the right time, too. I hope I don't need a lot of patience for that. ;)]



the Veggietale family

Jeremy Never Left My Mind


You know what most of my daydreams are about? They're about my dream boy [which is way too perfect that he probably doesn't exist]. I keep thinking about a cute guy with great hair, fair skin, skinny jeans, and a six-string on his back with an adorable smile on his face. I dream of him having an endless collection of Converse and Vans. Wow. And in some way I dream of him having the name "Jeremy". Now I feel kinda weird. Everytime I daydream, he's always in them. I even feel kinda obsessed with someone who doesn't exist. Am I normal, then? :)



this girl must be feeling weird like I do





The Reason, The Problem, The Solution

The Reason

Okay, so the very reason I started this online journal is because I wanted free space within my brain. I dunno, I bet my brain's dealing with enough stress and clutter from my workload or maybe I've been worrying too much about how to start anew as an incoming high school junior with a perfect year ahead. The other reason is, I love to daydream. Whenever I find myself doing nothing, my brain starts whish-whooshing around whipping up a new story. Basically, my daydreams are about my dream life. Unfinshed and little scraps of my wishes mixed with the all sorts of clutter in my brain. I find myself dreaming of the perfect guy, my first kiss, my marriage, my new car, my high-paying job, a new house, and even pictures of me wearing that expensive shirt I've been eyeing on for months.

The Problem

After daydreaming, the story unfolded begins to fold itself back again. It then goes to the inner depths of my brain that I can never reach. Then I can never find that story again. I feel devastated at times when I tell myself, "I remember dreaming about the perfect first kiss, but I forgot the details." Even more devastated when I plan to use it in a story I'm preparing to write.

The Solution

I made this journal to jot those daydreams. It would give me freedom to forget them, and come back when I need an instant pick-me-up or an instant new detail into the stories I write. I know you're probably not interested, but I hope you would take time to read my daydreams - a reflection of my wishes.


unlike this girl, my daydreams don't come at the right time