Okay, it's been too long. Basically I hid in bed for a couple of days, then was taken on an emergency camping trip for a weekend with my family, then forgot that I rely on the internet to live for a few days, then went on a camping trip with my best friend's family, then had a bath, watched Harry Potter and painted my nails, then went to bed, then the next day I came and wrote to you. Actually wait, have I written on here since Folkworks? Yes I have. Good. Right then:
So I bought some school uniform and stuff. I hate the uniform, but if you want to know why I think I wrote about it on the... sorry got distracted when looking for that because I just spotted a blog post where I randomly started explaining what chlamydia is. Don't we all have those days... bloody hell it was DAY 8 which is ages ago, but seems like only yesterday. Actually lots of stuff has happened since then. But I feel pretty much the same about school as I did then. Which is that I understand and respect what they're trying to do and stuff, but seriously, there are so many traditions and expectations that have come out of no where. But I will miss school when I leave next year, because I'm terrified of sixth form, and uni, and the rest of my life really. This isn't even what I came on to write about. To be totally honest I just came on to get an audience to my witterings.
Does anyone get really strange dreams? I don't even mean those crazy ones where suddenly you realise that the pigeon ate your dad and the only way to get him back is to pogo stick up the stairs at your school... although I've had that one. I mean more like the ones where someone you hardly know in real life has already divorced you then proposes to you again, or the ones where you snog someone you don't even fancy when you're awake. Actually I think my subconcious has a little crush. Urgh, has anyone ever had a recurring nightmare? They're horrible, because you end up terrified of going to sleep. I had one when I was a little kid about a giant pig that came running up the stairs...
So anyway, the soundtrack of my day? Well my dad has been trying to learn this song, so it's been played around the house quite a lot. Lippy Kids: don't even ask. Don't even ask how we ended up with an Elbow CD, because we don't know that either. I'm feeling quite indie at the moment though so anything calling itself 'alternative rock' ends up on my playlists until I can be bothered to listen to it and form an opinion.
I tidied my room yesterday, and it was no light hearted 'shove some stuff on top of your wardrobe and the rest in the washing basket' affair, I was dragging stuff out from under my bed, sorting it out, rearranging, the lot. I even found a copy of 'Erin the Firebird Fairy' which cheered me up (Again I'm forced to ask you not to ask). Toodle pip
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