Yet another weird dream

Another weird dream... I can't believe I'm dreaming again! I love it!

I'm in some weird school place... almost like an abbey. The walls are made of rotted wood, and the floor is cold gray slate. The piping is filled with blood. I have to fix a leak. Blood is pouring onto my head, as I struggle beneath the pipe. Dripping off of the tips of my hair, snaking its way to the floor. Below the pipe is a staircase. I can't fix it, and its spewing blood everywhere. It pools on the floor, it's level rising steadily. Surprisingly it doesn’t fill the staircase. I walk down the stairs to escape the overflowing room. At the end of the steps sits a small door. It's a vibrant red and gilded with gold. It looks similar to the one is Alice in Wonderland. I push it open and see a room, with low ceilings and never ending darkness. I squeeze through the door, and crawl. I end up in a store, like one of those huge discount places. I'm walking through an isle of costumes. Hats, crowns, wigs, skirts, and ballet slippers cover the floor. I walk through as fast as I can, and end up at a makeup counter. There is a wall of lip gloss, and I examine them. My mom is in the store also, and she as if I want my allowance or not. I say yes, and pocket the money. I pick up a tube of gloss, and look at the price tag. $49.99. Above the rows of identical tubes, a sign proudly displays "discounted name brands". I put it back, and pick up another tube. It fits my price range. I wander off into another isle, and find my self looking for eye shadow. Me, who hardly ever wears makeup, is looking for eye shadow. I find some black and blues, and head off to the cash register. Its taking too long, so I drop my supplies and head off to a towering enclosure made of bookcases, each as tall as a skyscraper. Some how I end up at the very top of them, browsing the selves. I'm standing on one of those platforms painters use. I look down, and it looks as if I'm looking down into a rainforest. Vines and exotic flowers cover everything. I’m suddenly sad. There are so many wonderful books down their. Precious gems. I start climbing down, the book cases sway. After a very long time, my feet reach the bottom, it's covered with hardpacked dirt. Stones peirce my feet. I feel as if I've wandered underground, but the truth is, this is the ground, I just wasn’t on it. I'm looking at books, they have beautiful titles with winding script. I feel happy. I see a librarian. She’s struggling through thick vines. She looks surprised to see me, almost impressed. Somehow, I feel as though I'm passing on my thoughts to her. I think this section of the book shelf should be open again, reachable, and she agrees. Wake up.

Johnny Depp & Tim Burton

Rosie and I have come to the conclusion that Johnny Depp and Tim Burton must be sleeping together. I mean, Johnny Depp is in a ton of his movies. How else would that happen? :)



ACK! I'm in the last minuet rush to get all of my late-christmas presents finished. I've kind of neglected getting together with my friends for christmas... hope they don't mind...

Oi- for all you Paul Cuffians out there reading this, your all coming iceskating, right? Moday, 10:00.

Nothing left to write... c ya

My weird dreams

I am having the weirdest dreams ever... the last two I had took place in school:

1. I'm in school, taking my classes as usual, but everyone seems to know me and wants to say hi. I realize that I left my army jacket in my last class along with some of my notebooks. I go look for my jacket, walking into some classes, and find it in an unidentifiable heap. I take it and realize that I missed the bell 20 minuets ago. I take the nearest staircase up towards the third floor, where my science class is located. On the staircase, there are tendrils of seaweed hanging in the gap between the stairs, dangling off of the ceiling. I touch some of them and then have a vision of the most beautiful seascape I have ever seen, except for the fact that it's badly polluted. The water on the farthest side seems to have turned black and somewhat sludgy. It looks like the canals in Holland, except wider, less even, and with more waves. All of a sudden I feel like I'm going to cry, and tear my hair out. I take a few steps towards the water on the grassy bank, and try to step in the water. But before my foot falls, I'm back in the staircase, and I seem to have lost all of my clothes, but I don’t realize it. I keep walking towards my science class and realize I'm naked. I try to cover myself and keep heading towards my class. I look at my hands and see that I have found a gray blanket. I cover myself with this and enter the hallway where my class is located. I don’t remember passing a class full of Goth kids lined up against the hallway, but I end up standing next to them. The guy I’m standing next has seemed to have unhinged his one of his lip piercings with his tongue, though I don’t see it. It falls to the floor. I automatically bend to pick it up, unintentionally exposing my self as I do. He laughs, staring cruelly. I stare at some of the other people in the line, trying to see if they noticed. One guy with a glass eye/eye patch at the end of the line stares at my face sadly. I find this strange, since I once was in love with a guy who had a glass eye, also… A teacher calls the group of goths back into the classroom. I’m left in the hallway. One teacher steps out of my science class. She is new here, and seems to be around 20 years old. She offers me some clothes from her locker. While I’m changing, my other teacher walks into the hallway and says he wants to speak to me, but I tell him after I’ve changed. Wake up.
2. I'm in school, in an auditorium that looks like a courtroom. It's enormous, with rows upon rows of seats, some on elevated stairs, but it looks small. We are all in formal dress, and I'm wearing a lavender ball gown. I hear myself saying somthing about a practise. I have trouble finding my class, so a group of people offer me a seat. I'm sitting next to a guy, and we are all holding tickets that look like movie ticket stubs. The principle is wearing a white wig, and he calls a class down to a large open space in the middle of the auditorium. He throws a thousand similar tickets on to the floor, and tells them all to find a matching ticket to their own. This act seems to hold a great importance, like if they didnt do it, they would be exicuted. The guy next to me says something like, "this is cruel". The class is pecking at the tickets like a group of chickens, picking up tickets in hope of finding a match. The event seems to be timed. Dissmisal. I end up on a school bus, next to some of my friends. One of them seems to be hitting on me. I get off the bus, and end up with another group of people. We are walking along a bricked edge, a few feet below us lies thrashing water. Some how one of the boys in the group ends up in the water. We panic, debating on what to do. It is taking too long, and the boy is struggleing. The group is overtaken by their own fright, ignoring the boy in the water. I dive in and try to help him, trying to pull him against the wall of stone. My feet are scraping rocks. We try to climb out, but the wall is too steep, and we are swept away by the current. Wake up.

Leave an opinion

...girl gets beaten to death for falling in love and being accused of losing her virginity outside of marriage... she was a virgin, but even if she wasn't, i think it was still wrong to be sentenced to death...

Read the article. maybe watch the video. comment. leave an opinion. i hope you guys are as saddened by it as i am.


Sorry for such a bogus post. I'm not exactly in a mood to write, only to inform.


*forgot to add: the next week I start school my friend and I are vowing to silence for a week. Pretty much for no particular reason... or for a really big one I just can't exactly put in words. Whatever.

Just wondering- from my previous writing, how old do you guys think I am?

My Fears

This post will be dedicated to my fears. Ok, so I get the impression that people get the impression that I'm not afraid of anything. That's good for me, I suppose... but since you're all oh-so-cluless, I've decided to fill you in.

1. Walking up stairs (you can see out of the corner of your eye shadows and people creeping up behind you)
2. Still water (like in a bathtub or a lake, not in a shower)
3. Eggplants (Courage the Cowardly Dog)
4. Microorganisms (dust mites, for instance)
5. Getting overweight
6. Being exposed
7. Not being covered from the dark (but not the dark, and not dark outside)

Eh, thats all I got. I have to go get dressed for the family outing...

Feel the Wrath of My Emoness-ness

I've decided that in this post I'm going to complain about my life, k?

I'm fucking sick. I feel like crying all the time. My parents are jerks. I screwed up school the last quarter and a half. I'm probably going to die early with my unknown blood disease or whatever. I keep wanting to cut my self again. School rocks too much. I have some stupid-ass crush on some kid I don't know that won't go away. People are swarming me at school. I just missed one of my best friends birthday party. I'm writing about this shit in a blog.

Ok, if you are reading this, I'm highly surprised. This blog is like a dairy for me. It doesn't get lost or destroyed, cause it's everywhere. That's partly why started it. The point of that rant was not for you to feel bad for me, because I know know one is going to read this, anyway. The point of that was to write down what I feel at the moment. Don't take it all that seriously.

Modeling?

I think I'm going to sign up with a modeling agency... people keep telling me I should model, and it seems like easy money...

OK, yeah, I know, modeling is for lifeless plastic people, but imagine modeling for a career, and making it big- beats teacher or doctor any day for me.

Nothing much today... the best thing that's happened to me is my dad chucking a fork at my shoulder blade. Oh, and some friends of mine are bringing vodka for tomorrow... their thinking of mixing it with Vitamin water- easy drinks in school. The best they can come up with so far is getting high off sharpies, which doesnt exactly work well by the way. Pfft.

Eek! Tomorrow is flower day at my school! That's when they sell carnations in the cafeteria at lunch and breakfast. Cant wait. *gags*

My Joints

So apparently I'm not normal (it's been semi-confirmed). Take that, Asshole Gym Teacher and/or other figures of authority! As most of you know, I have joint problems (that's right, bitches, I smoke way too much...). This means I can't walk down a flight of stairs with out my knees and ankles feeling like crap. It's not just those, though. It's everything- knees, ankles, shoulders, jaw, back, fingers, elbows, hips, wrists, etc... I feel like such a loser.

My doctor thinks I've been bullshitting about it for a couple years, so he tries to let himself off the hook by feeding me a bottle of ibuprofen. Yay for drugs.

My docter is really quite an idiot, actually. This other time he tried to blame my joints for being weird on my platelets. He gave this visual demonstration on how platelets were like "overlapping plates," the dumb ass. Platelets, for all you smart people out there, are actually blood cells. They help blood clot. Whoo hoo. It's kind of sad when you know that and your doctor doesn't.

The docter we saw today was like, thats so not normal for your age (YOUR GONNA DIE!). Makes me want to laugh or something...

So now we are getting somewhere. We went to see some other dudes in lab coats, and now I'm going to have to have a ton of blood work done and other things that have names far too fancy for my brain to handle. I've already been tested for lime disease and been x-rayed a year or so ago- that sucked mega. Can't wait for a few more rounds of that.

Sorry, I must sound like such a wimp right now. I just feel kind of crappy. Oh well!

*flash back of the day: Brothers ask why I'm going to some joint doctor guy again: "I'm going to die. They're are going to put me down. Harry, here. You can have my bracelet. Luca- take my left shoe. I'm sure I won't need it anymore. (good times...)

Some Party and Thanksgiving

Life is so incredibly weird right now. I'm too lazy to write more about it though, so I shouldn't have even put that down...

Thanksgiving sucks. My whole family pretty much (discreetly) hates each other. Most of the time we just watch tv. I played cards with two of my older cousins, though. Their pretty cool...
Its funny- they both think I look like a super model on drugs, because of all the black stuff I wear on my eyes.

Went to a pretty cool party on Saturday, one of my friend's from school. During some point I mentioned that you can smoke cinnamon, so we all ran out side (which is like below 30 degrees) coatless down the street to go buy some. They didn't have any, so we ran a couple of blocks over to another store. Same problem... oh well. There was this gross security guard who kept hitting on all of us- he was like 40 or something. He seemed especially concerned about me going out side with out a jacket. Whatever.... psycho perv. *flashback* :) We were dancing to Jeffree Star with out bras over our shirts stuffed with tissue paper- that made pretty funny pictures... they are floating around on myspace somewhere...

Whatever... I don't feel like writing more, so of I go-go