A First Post About Me, Thoughts, and the Subconscious Mind

Late at night, sitting by the window with the light off and staring deep into the sky, looking at the vast array and beauty of the stars above you.
Except I can't see the stars right now, because it's not a clear night.
Erf.
So I should have spent my deep thinking time earlier when it was light out and I could look at all the trees around me (how interesting).
A little bit about me, my #1 hobby is to think. Find it a bit strange? Yeah, I would, too. This is why I want to become a professor of philosophy when I'm older. I just hate the formality of it all. Why can't you just think about stuff and write it down? Which is why I'm starting this. I mean, I guess I'm not that smart, I took an IQ test at www.iqtest.com and the result was 130. Oh great, 130. It's not that much. I'd want to be something like at least 150, but I doubt that's going to happen. I know you're not supposed to post your age and stuff, but I'm 13. Don't try to come and rape me though, my dad owns like 5 guns. OK it's not that big of a threat, but I know how to kick in the balls really hard. I have big strong feet for a girl my age. OK whatever maybe that's not that big of a threat either. Just shut up.
Yeah so I'm 5'8" and I have a shoe size 11.5, but they don't come in 11.5 since the half sizes stop at 9.5 so I'm an 11-12 depending on the brand. I think my hands are big, too, but what do I know? Could just be the damn adolescence. These are the reasons I suspect myself for being a giant, but I think that's a bit much. Giants at my age are like, what, over 6'4"? Plus they have these big jaws, and mine's not that big.
Anyway, if you haven't gotten a taste of my personality I'm sarcastic, mean, outgoing when others have started a conversation with me but not the other way around, serious, lazy, and have a huge ego. So I'm not that great of a person. Neither are my grades. I'm in advanced math and honors LA but I get crap grades, the lazy factor much? And yet I still love myself to death. I think I may be crazy. (Multiple personalities - I have convos with myself all too often.) Plus most consider me weird. Family, friends, peers, etc. No need to worry; my ego makes up for this.
I love to dream and consciously sleep (works best during day time, happens when you lay in bed and keep your thoughts alive but still managing to fall asleep. Amazing sensation).
I am a new Christian-turned agnostic. I love my iPod and the deep music on it. My podcasts include Astronomy Cast, Atheist Talk, and Point of Inquiry. I guess I mainly like techno, but a good, profound 80's song like Someone Somewhere in the Summertime by Simple Minds will DEFINITELY make my Top 10. If I sound immature I apologize greatly. Nothing annoys me more than an immature 6th grader, which I'm not, but I guess the comparisons are similar.
I love change. I love my computer. I love this guy illiterately since literally I just am madly in love with how hot he is, whose name I probably shouldn't mention. I love the color these words are in. I love my mom more than anything despite the fact she's not the first thing I mentioned. I love music. I love thinking. But what I really love is listening to music and thinking. I have 3 songs about gay men. I wish I could get more.

So what makes me so special? The way I think, I suppose. Most, if not all, of the thoughts you'll see on here won't be original, but I can tell you I don't get them from anywhere. They're simply thoughts I have, so I don't, and can't, take credit for them.

And my thoughts? My thoughts after 11 PM which I should be talking about.
Right now, I'm thinking about the sayings I often make, such as:
Never again will my youth shadow me from the truth, from now on and always will I see the light, the vast universe in my sight.
Not the best grammar, but I love the word vast.
Hypocrisy is the demon of this world - we all commit it, we all accuse it - and yet, somehow, it still exists.
Do you see what I mean about my non-original ideas? And the grammar issues?
Yeah.

Now you see, this is who I am, and I have never met anyone like me. And this post may not have been very profound. I apologize. The profound thoughts that pop up come at random times, the revolutionary ideas I get so often; what are they, anyway? Does everyone have these ideas sitting in their subconscious minds until they have a dream they can't remember, which sprouts the thoughts? Why do we think philosophically, even if some rarely do? (Whoa, okay, see that was random. Not even kidding.)

The subconscious mind has always intrigued me. It's everything inside your mind that you don't see. Not until it reveals itself in some way.
For example, I remember way back in the 6th grade, and my advanced math teacher was explaining to us the technique some movie theaters used way back when, like in the 80's or something, when they would show a picture of a coke or some popcorn for about 1 frame, so that people's subconscious minds would pick up the image and trigger a reaction in the brain that made them think of said food object and have a want for the item. It was banned, or something. The subconscious has interested me ever since.
Like, when does our subconscious mind tell us stuff? Well, dreams, obviously, which is why I like to dream by falling asleep and waking up every 5 minutes which only happens on school mornings where I'm staying in bed and have a conscious thought about getting on the bus on time. Anyway, so when we're dreaming, we're sleeping. Obviously, in most cases this means the conscious mind is turned of or asleep, so our subconscious mind comes alive. This is why conscious sleep as mentioned above doesn't really bring you messages from deeper within you. So when you're normally sleeping, your subconscious picks up the thoughts you have and don't even think about. Does that make sense? Like, things you see and then never think about again. Or very distant memories. These reside in the subconscious, I'm assuming.
Say, for instance, a dream I will never forget. I was a house cleaning maid and I was on some sort of route, and had a new house. Thinking about this dream just gives me shivers, and it's almost midnight, but anyway, I was walking toward a hill from the left to the right and going up it. There were many trees, and I walked up the road and came to an isolated house, you know, the ones you see poking up, and I walked up to it, and there was a very old chair outside, with an old bed/matress. The house was obviously over 70 years old. I opened the door and came to an empty house with sparse, old furniture inside. I walked around and went upstairs into the bedroom with a set of drawers, opened them up, found some very old items. The house felt very creepily empty. I left the house and that was the end of my dream.
Fast forward a couple of months when we were driving to a city we did often. I look at the hill coming up before/beside us, and there it is. The house. There. Poking out of the trees on the same hill. Can you imagine how I'm feeling? Of course I haven't forgotten the dream.
Do you see my point? Before the dream, I've obviously seen the house but never thought about it. Many times. Therefore, the thought and image go to my subconscious, and appear in a dream. It's a mystery we'll never completely solve. Our subconscious comes in our dreams. We never know when we've had the thought. Of course these dreams only happen half the time, and remembering dreams that come from subconscious thoughts don't happen often as few people remember most of their dreams. We have the dreams in which we know where it originated from, the conscious thoughts the dream came from.
The subconscious - what we see but don't see, what we think about but don't think about - it's there, in the back of your head, and makes up a very large percentage of your brain. A mystery nobody can ever completely resolve, and yet it's there, sitting there, waiting to come alive in your dreams, teaming with an amazing imagination we tend to have while sleeping, and creating these dreams, the same dreams I love to have, need and want to have, sparking my profound interest in the subconscious, how to understand it, how to access it, but more important, how to resolve the impossible mystery it so subtly introduces to my mind - the subconscious.

~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~