California Dreaming

The last couple of weeks have been quite calm and peaceful and with holidays which have just started, the day exists as blank and ordinary. I've been planning to write something over the holidays and express my thoughts or just write something which will keep me occupied during the holidays. I don't think I will get to doing that this week as I've been extremely lethargic. Although, I have been able to reconnect myself into a past hobby. And that is coding layouts and making graphics which I used to meddle with frequently a long time ago. As an example of my talents I've been able to create a new blog layout. When I say "blog layout" I mean create a main picture and a background. I can't be bothered making a proper blog layout because I know that I'll eventually get bored of the current layout and want to change. So then the whole drama of creating a new layout will start again and when presenting a layout I'm quite picky. The current main picture didn't quite turn as exquisite as I expected it to. I want to make a screen shot page for all my past layouts but I guess this is too early to recount my layouts as I've only had three with two of them being created by myself.
Lately I've heard of many people making lists. I want to make one for myself but I can't pinpoint exactly what it would be on. I want it to last me a while not just for a week or a month. So when I complete the list, it will fulfill something in me and seem as a kind of accomplishment.
I've figured out a question which has been itching my mind past a month. It isn't a question which I see as big but it's one of those questions which a wrong decision can turn to regret. This question is subject selection, I've already picked two but a third was which I was pondering on. When I think about it, the subject course runs for two years and with a wrong decision it can become a long unit of time in misery and boredom. Well anyway getting back to my thoughts earlier in the month, I let that question slip my mind and focus on the present distorts I face in life hoping that maybe one day the answer will just knock me in the head in future. I almost forgot about it until this week. This is when my interest in graphics struck me again and I went crazy into applying my ideas into creating new designs. So the next time someone asks me "what did you do in the holidays?" I can say "I made a decision of which path I want to follow in life; and you?". See, it's all so simple to make something seem much bigger than it really is in the english language.
Yesterday, I had a dream which I don't think I'll ever forget. It was something that I really wanted to write about and to just openly express. I had a dream about myself enrolling into a boarding school. I wasn't living life in a boarding school but I was looking around the school because I was going to call it my home soon (don't ask when). Well, it was so posh and tidy, the students wore crisp, fresh clothes which included a tie and they wore rimmed hats with silk ribbons to restrain their hair. It was an all girls school ofcourse. The buildings where like castles and the amount of land which the school occupied was far than generous. The speech of the the people was so calm and disciplined, everyones actions was disciplined. There was a scene which I clearly remember when I was with my parents on the asphalt where there was a fountain streaming with water. People walked past, not in crowds. It was so peaceful... and then, I woke up. I just sat up on my bed, thinking, reminiscing. I remember visiting every area of the school but not the dormitories. That is what I've always feared about boarding schools, I don't care as much about the hygiene of the school when comparing it to the place where I sleep and exercise my routine. Why wasn't I able to imagine the dormitories? Anyway, I went on thinking about how life would be if I did live my life in a boarding school. Personally, I've hated even to think of the idea of a boarding school, away from family, cutting your whole life away from the world. That thought would always scare me if I had to go to a boarding school. But somehow just one dream, just a few thoughts changed my mind that day, the way of how I view a boarding school. I wanted to enroll. I wanted to wear the crisp uniform with the rimmed hats and wear strands of silk ribbons on my hair, learn to take care of myself and most of all, be disciplined. That day was quite a stunner for me, how my thoughts were shaped into something totally new. I know people who go to boarding schools and when I look back at them I usually feel a sense of woe towards them. Am I just a bit childish or can I relate to many others out there?