Excuse me for sounding like a freak,

but for some reason, it's like, everything's totally blown out of proportion. It's weird, because it has nothing to do with me, just everyone around me. Everyone's secretly mad at each other and people are coming to me for advice and I can't do anything because I'm totally in the middle of it all. Sometimes I want to just disappear and live in my dreams or something. I want to have a lucid dream, one of those ones where you're awake in your own mind. I'd probably never want to wake up, regardless on the type of dream. Anyway, it's Clares party tomorrow, well, tonight now, and I swear, any arguments, people better not come crawling to me. Wow, I sound really big-headed, but something's in the air and I don't like itttttttt. I'm gonna go now anyway so I don't put a downer on my night.
Bye byeeeeeeeeeeeee.

"She lives in a fairytale...

...somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell, of the world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her. The angels were all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies. With her feet on the ground, and her head in the clouds. Well, go get your shovel, and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle, bury the castle. Go get your shovel, and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle, bury the castle.
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da.
So one day he found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally came to save her, and the rest you can figure out. But it was a trick, and the clock struck 12. We'll make sure to build your house brick by boring brick, or the wolves gonna blow it down."


I'm addicted to Paramore's new song, Brick by Boring Brick. It's really good, you should all have a listen. I'm even more excited to see them this year in December, but they're playing at the SECC, which is a downside I suppose, because it's a horrible venue, hahaha. Oh, how I wish it was Barrowlands. Anyway, that's me off college for a week now. It's the September weekend this week, but seeing as I'm off of college timetable on a Wednesday and Thursday, and due to the long weekend, I'm not in on the Friday or the Monday either. It's quite sad actually, I'm really enjoying my course. Plus, everyone else is in school until Thursday. HOWEVER, Clare's party is on Saturday and I think it's going to be really good this time. Not that I didn't enjoy it last time, but the drama was annoying. But whatever, I'll stop it if it happens again this time. I've started using Twitter, and to be honest, it's not as bad as I thought. I DON'T LOVE IT, but I don't hate it either anymore. I have a driving lesson today too, and I really can't be bothered. The instructor really freaks me out. I think he could have been a peadophile in a past life. Anyway, I'm gonna go. It's weird how I always decide to stop writing but I feel I've forgotten to say something that I came on here to say. Know that feeling?
See yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz!
P.s, this guy's so cute, he's going in my development book.

More dreams!

Oh my goooooooodness, hahaha. I believe my imagination likes to treat me sometimes. I don't remember all of it, but I do remember exploring this "abandoned" house with my friends and David Henrie (luff), when these people actually did live there. So it ended up us having to escape as they were coming into the house while we were still there. I managed to somehow get everyone out and climb down from the window and we all ran away. It was a bit of an adventure, lmfao. There was also something about a tent being involved, like the big beer tents that we have annually in the park, but I can only remember seeing it, not what it was actually there for. Then we were in the lifts in college, and David Henrie kissed me! I sound like a creep, but it was a good dream for me, hahaha. Then we were like, going out after that or something, which was also good, but I won't bore you anymore. ANYWAY, I've been drunk all weekend. Ryan had the cheek to call me an "alcoholic" when we were out last night, but I think it was more towards the truth than being cheeky. I need to calm it down a bit anyway. Again, I sound like I'm nuts 'cause I say I drink all the time, but oh well, take from that what you will. I was talking to Clare recently too (I was in a really weird mood again the other night) and we were talking about how things are so much different now. Like with emotions and feelings and stuff. For example, when I get these weird feelings or not feeling like myself and not knowing the reason, it doesn't just happen, there's clearly something behind it, something in my head getting me down? And with other people, "potential love interests" we could say, lmfao, it's not just like "oh, i like you" and "oh yeah, i like you too" anymore, there's so much more to it. But I guess that's another story I can elaborate on when I know more about it, hahaha. I'm going to scoot anyway just now, but I'll blog soon.
Ciaaaaaooooooooooooo!

Thoughts, stuff, other things that may come to mind?

I'm becoming extremely bored with my days off in college. This is when I wished I had a job. I sent application forms away, but I only did that at the weekend, so maybe I suppose I shouldn't expect a reply right away. I also bought my Canon EOS 1000D at the weekend for my Photography course. I'm really pleased with college right now. Everything's relatively easy and I've made a nice little group of friends. I'm kinda glad that there's no drama at all with them. There's always something going on outside of there, for example with my friend, Clare, most of her "friends" don't really treat her how "friends" should, and it really gets on my nerves. One in particular is a nasty piece of work. I didn't come on here to name and shame, and I'll keep it short, but I'm really not fond of people who act all innocent to get what they want. People who don't listen to the problem and basically look like they go out of their way to upset people, really fry my brain. But anyway, that's another story and I don't want to post other people's problems all over this. Despite the fact I just gave a very brief outline of one. Won't happen again. Well, knowing me it probably will. I had a really nice dream again last night, but I only remember parts of it, and I got really angry in it too, which ended up with me beating up this fat tramp guy who was trying to steal things from my house. I have a driving lesson today at two o'clock, but I can't really be bothered with it. Apparently I'll be driving on the main road today. Here's to hoping I don't crash. I think I'm going to go and get ready, I have just about over an hour to be ready, so I'll blog later.

Byeeeeeee!

Best dream ever. (L)

To be fair, it did turn out for the worst in the end, but thanks to my time over my exam leave in May, I had too many disturbing, freak dreams to be scared of them anymore. Anyway I'm not too sure how it originally started, but I think someone was having a party or something, 'cause we were in this garden and music was playing. At one point, I'm sure Elaine was there from my college class, and I'd asked her if she was still going to the graveyard place on Sunday to get some photos. She kinda explained her whole weekend to me, instead of answering my question. She couldn't do something her friend asked her to on Saturday 'cause she had other plans that might last until the Saturday night, and we were in college on Friday til about half four anyway. I was a little confused, hahaha. So, I was like, dancing or something with these people who I apparently knew, but I have no clue who the hell they were, and then David Henrie appeared. Hahaha, then we were dancing and stuff and he went to give me a wee kisssss, and then two guys behind us suddenly turned into zombies and everyone legged it. So then the dream continued with me running through this town trying to get away from them and shit, kicking them and stuff to get them out the way, lmfao. Then I found this other survivour and she was a woman about thirty years old or something. We both went into this massive building 'cause apparently there was a helicopter on the top. Anyway, we kept going up this building and this woman like, would NOT stop screaming, and I had to keep telling her to shut up so we didn't keep getting caught and chased by these zombie things. But we got to the top and I opened the door to the helicopter and hordes of them burst out this window and basically surrounded us. For some reason there was a policeman with us now, who wasn't with us before, and he started flashing his torch at them, which indeed, turned out to be the cure in the end. Flashing a torch on and off in their eyes. It was pathetic, hahaha. But then that was kinda the end of it. What happened to David I will never know. (U)

I'm off to get some breakfast, blog sooooooooooon!