Thursday 20 August 2009

0

shut up your mouth and look where it got you

English Language
B
C
B
D
B
C
= C

French
A
A
D
B
U
D
= C

Media Studies
A
B
C
B
C
B
= B

General Studies
U
B
D
= D

Brilliant. Didn't get into my first choice (Leeds, BBB) and my second choice sucks (LJMU, CC), so I'm going to go and live in France. Bye.

Monday 17 August 2009

0

i don't know what's good for me

My gran just said "the pepper pot got broke". That's it really.

I had a good day today. This is, before I go to band practice tonight.
I met up with one of my oldest friends, and talked about her feelings. This has never happened. Weird. I felt good about it afterwards though.

Friday 14 August 2009

0

two steps on the water

I haven't really kept in touch with anyone from sixth form, and find myself resenting them whenever they talk to each other on Facebook or whatever. I just want to get away. I also wish my band was just that little bit better. Chris, the drummer, is annoying me to no end. And I have to drive to the south of France with this guy. Foxes, along with Peter Jackson's and Debenhams, is among the list of places I can't really go any more. Oh, the Source as well. Purely because of interpersonal relationships with staff. Bah. I want to leave.

Monday 10 August 2009

1 ยบ

what's he building in there?

Added things like Tom Waits and Kate Bush to my iPod.

I had a dream last night which worried me so much that I woke up and needed a hug.
Basically, we were in Belcaire. My immediate family and I. We (me and my dad) were looking at the chalet developments around the valley. There were more mountains and more chalets than irl. There was also a path and some sort of oil pipeline (think The World Is Not Enough). We went for a walk up the hill. The pipe was blackened in parts, where youths had set fire to it or something. For any reason, this was not so worrying. As we approached the summit or the mountain, there were stone steps with a handrail. A blond boy with tanned skin, who looked about eight or nine walked down past us, without saying anything. My brother tried to get him to talk, and the rest of us carried on up the hill. Nathan started to get really agitated about the boy not talking, and that's the last I remember of Nathan in this dream. Shortly after this, six or seven boys and girls who looked identical to the first boy walked past us, without talking. This worries us (my parents and me), and then an old woman, strangely similar to these children, walks up to us, tells us something about the children (not entirely sure what), then carries on in the opposite direction.

I think I woke up around here, then drifted back into the dream, as we were suddenly inside a long corridor inside some hospital like building. We continued walking in a straight line, and my dad had disappeared. My mother was clutching at my arm, crying. The haunted figures in the rooms to our right were wailing, begging us to come into the rooms. My mam was tempted but I told her no, and we continued walking. For some reason we both gave in at one point (this is after walking through an indoor war zone, with foreign soldiers fighting each other), and entered a sort of hospital ward/military hospital where some Korean (?) medic stabs us with hypodermic needles. After a few hours of this torture, I somehow grab my mam and get out of there, but somehow she disappears too.

The dream ends when I see a swimming pool to the left. It is full of sad people floating, with old WW1 style mines floating about. The pool room glows red. Two female nurses, one black, one white, in blue uniforms, pin me down in the short corridor before the pool. I can see the long corridor stretching way further than I could have gone. My whole family have failed, and we don't even know why. As I struggle, kicking and thrashing about, the nurses spray me with stinging sort of washing up liquid bottles, the kind with the spray nozzle thing on the end. And that was the end. I'm not sure why all this was so terrifying, but it was.

Thursday 6 August 2009

0

we'll start the congregation

I've been awake for about 30 hours. Just saying.
I keep talking to myself without realising. And I keep noticing small things which don't matter.
We're going round to our singer's house tonight to further discuss the future of the band and other stuff. He likes apologising and he's probably an extremely easy person to read. Come on, though. My eyes are heavy and that. I'm meant to be going for a meal, then going to Mather's house to play PS3 and band talk and I'm not going to survive that long. This is killing me. All in pursuit of a decent night's sleep, for once. After that the cycle will start over. See, cycle.