Meh....

More weird dreams. This one had Tara (from Buffy) somehow taking over a college campus with magic and four people, who I kinda think were Lex, Clark, a Chinese girl (I don''t know any Chinese girls) and another girl who I can't remember, had to go in and stop her. And Lex was riding a horse because he'd crashed his car and he was complaining about being late for all his meetings. o_O I need to get a dream recorder or something because they seriously crack me up. They all ended up on a spaceship, flying away from the college after Tara killed most of them, but then she hadn't, they were still alive.

Does anyone else think there are subtle messages I should be getting from these dreams? Like, 'I watch too much TV'?

Skiving college today to revise and I'm just waiting for my assorted family to get out the bathroom so I can have a shower. I would pay big money for my own bathroom *sighs*

Was playing with my Fimo modelling clay last night and Casper was trying to eat it. -_-

Major cramming weekend coming up so I may not be around much till Monday night. Hope you enjoyed the stream-of-consciousness (my english teacher has been going on about that all week, damn her) entry.

Love, peace and jelly babies!

Clo

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I failed my IT Key Skills exam. -_- Wonderful. Means I have to do it again next year. Although this should say something - I spend about three hours a night on my computer on average, I use Word, Photoshop, create moving images and pictures and install and uninstall programs, I run an MSN group with hundreds of pictures, files and pages and I know basic HTML, yet I fail an IT exam. Hhhmm. Let me see. Why does that not inspire any confidence in me as to the validity of Key Skills exams? -_- It was because I don't know anything about spreadsheets. When, may I ask, do I need to use spreadsheets? *shakes head* I honestly don't know what the hell the exam system is doing here lately.

Rant over, I was just typing some more of this weird multi-fandom fic that won't leave me alone, and I realised how strange my ficcing is - I don't think, I just type. I don't think about the next line it just happens; sometimes I'll read through and a word, or a sentence will sound wrong and I'll rephrase it but I hardly ever pause mid-flow to consider what to do next. I don't know if that's a good thing. o_O I'll have to consider it more.

I need to revise some more since I gave up a few hours ago. My brother's kicking me off the computer now so I'm off to finish chapter two of this game-fic before he does. It's gonna need editing though and I still have major revising to do so I doubt I'll finish it this weekend. -_- I hate revising.

Edit: Ripped from lillyv


You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you
strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved
your initals into his skin. At his funreal you
laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You
pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken
skull. After he was found you went to his
mothers house and asked to see him, she replied
tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said
'Oh, I know he's dead. I wanted to see him in
his coffin."
You horrid little girl you.
-smacks your hand-


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Does this say something about me? o_O

Clo