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Would you look at that? I just updated it when I wasn't finished. How odd.
What was I saying? Something about Robbie Williams? Oh, whatever.
I'm bored now.
OOOOH OOOOH OOOOH forget to say. Maybe I said it earlier but whatever. My mum told me today when she picked me up from Em's house that she and pa are going to book a villa in Torra Viecca (or however you spell it) in Spain, for a week in August! And, there's more, I'm allowed to bring Rachel! Yayness!!!!!!!!!!!
And yes, I know I had originally promised myself after Ireland that I would never go away with my family for any length of time again, but come on. A VILLA in SPAIN with MY BEST FRIEND. HOW cool???!!!!! And it's in August, which means us schoolies can still go camping in Newquay.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yay. Now all I need to do is get the courage to book it off work..... Yeah, that won't be happening any time soon. I'll do what Emily did and not turn up, then a few days later ring and say I was stranded on the Alps. Perfectly believable.
Ooh now I'm listening to Savage Garden, To the Moon and Back. Great song. Classic, you might say. The lyrics make me sad though. She can't remember a time when she felt needed...... Her mama never loved her much and her dada never keeps in touch...All her friends have been tried for treason and crimes that were never defined...
It's almost inspirational.
Speaking of inspirational, I still have no drive to carry on with my masterpiece, but hopefully that will come soon. But anyway, I was watching this horrible documentary the other day called When Satan Came to Town. It was these interviews with these people who, in the 1990s were just suddenly dragged from their houses and slung into care while their parents were slung into prison. The kids (they were kids at the time, as young as three) were questioned by social workers about their parents and really psychotic stuff like ghosts and sex and just totally random stuff. None of them, not even the parents, knew what was going. Then it all slowly came out that the parents were suspected of being in a Satanic cult, where they sexually abused their children, worshipped Satan, sacrificed animals and skinned babies, etc.
I could go on for hours. Anyway, the upshot of it was that it was all completely made up in the heads of these social workers. It was at the height of a big satan-worshippers scare, and they just let their imaginations run away with them. I think it was all based upon this little boy called Daniel, who had a very active imagination and used to scare his teacher with stories about ghosts until she contacted social services, raising suspicions about his family life. So then he and his sister were taken into care, and after a few interviews all his friends were taken too.
ANYWAY, the real upshot of it was, the kids were kept in care for up to ten years (that was Daniel), and then they did interviews for a documentary called When Satan Came to Town. But the scary thing was, none of it was true. These were normal families.
Weeeeeiirrrd.
ANYWAY, my point is that I got inspiration from this. I started just randomly writing in the eyes of this bloke named Elliot (which means In The Eyes of God), who is about twenty six and was the victim of satanic abuse from when he was born until they took him into care at the age of eleven. He was released when he was eighteen, and he used to have a carer but managed to convince her that he was normal enough to be allowed to live alone, with only monthly visits. But actually, he's not normal at all. I mean, he's nice, he's gentle, he'd never hurt a fly, but he's twisted up inside, he sometimes still thinks he should be worshipping Satan, despite the fact that, deep down, he knows that it's all bullshit. So he doesn't go out, he's terrified of Out There. The only time he leaves his home is on a Saturday, when he travels into town. He's become obsessed with this girl, who's about seventeen, and he watches her from his window every morning and every evening when she comes home from school, and on the Saturday outings he goes to the bakery where she works and buys bread, just to be near her.
I'm not sure, but I think she's got a soft spot for him, with his funny quiet ways. I think he's going to miss a week of buying bread, for one reason or another, and she's going to be worried because he always comes, without fail, and so she'll bring his bread round to his house, which'll start this friendship thing between them. I was thinking that, on the way home in the dark one night, this man might pull up in a car and try to abduct her, but because Elliot watches her all the time, he'll come out and save her, which will strengthen the bonds and give her a reason to call in on him more.
I don't know how it'll end. It's gotta be sad or happy. At the moment I'm leaning towards happy, but that's because I'm in a good mood.
God knows what I'll be like if I ever get that far.
What was I saying? Something about Robbie Williams? Oh, whatever.
I'm bored now.
OOOOH OOOOH OOOOH forget to say. Maybe I said it earlier but whatever. My mum told me today when she picked me up from Em's house that she and pa are going to book a villa in Torra Viecca (or however you spell it) in Spain, for a week in August! And, there's more, I'm allowed to bring Rachel! Yayness!!!!!!!!!!!
And yes, I know I had originally promised myself after Ireland that I would never go away with my family for any length of time again, but come on. A VILLA in SPAIN with MY BEST FRIEND. HOW cool???!!!!! And it's in August, which means us schoolies can still go camping in Newquay.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yay. Now all I need to do is get the courage to book it off work..... Yeah, that won't be happening any time soon. I'll do what Emily did and not turn up, then a few days later ring and say I was stranded on the Alps. Perfectly believable.
Ooh now I'm listening to Savage Garden, To the Moon and Back. Great song. Classic, you might say. The lyrics make me sad though. She can't remember a time when she felt needed...... Her mama never loved her much and her dada never keeps in touch...All her friends have been tried for treason and crimes that were never defined...
It's almost inspirational.
Speaking of inspirational, I still have no drive to carry on with my masterpiece, but hopefully that will come soon. But anyway, I was watching this horrible documentary the other day called When Satan Came to Town. It was these interviews with these people who, in the 1990s were just suddenly dragged from their houses and slung into care while their parents were slung into prison. The kids (they were kids at the time, as young as three) were questioned by social workers about their parents and really psychotic stuff like ghosts and sex and just totally random stuff. None of them, not even the parents, knew what was going. Then it all slowly came out that the parents were suspected of being in a Satanic cult, where they sexually abused their children, worshipped Satan, sacrificed animals and skinned babies, etc.
I could go on for hours. Anyway, the upshot of it was that it was all completely made up in the heads of these social workers. It was at the height of a big satan-worshippers scare, and they just let their imaginations run away with them. I think it was all based upon this little boy called Daniel, who had a very active imagination and used to scare his teacher with stories about ghosts until she contacted social services, raising suspicions about his family life. So then he and his sister were taken into care, and after a few interviews all his friends were taken too.
ANYWAY, the real upshot of it was, the kids were kept in care for up to ten years (that was Daniel), and then they did interviews for a documentary called When Satan Came to Town. But the scary thing was, none of it was true. These were normal families.
Weeeeeiirrrd.
ANYWAY, my point is that I got inspiration from this. I started just randomly writing in the eyes of this bloke named Elliot (which means In The Eyes of God), who is about twenty six and was the victim of satanic abuse from when he was born until they took him into care at the age of eleven. He was released when he was eighteen, and he used to have a carer but managed to convince her that he was normal enough to be allowed to live alone, with only monthly visits. But actually, he's not normal at all. I mean, he's nice, he's gentle, he'd never hurt a fly, but he's twisted up inside, he sometimes still thinks he should be worshipping Satan, despite the fact that, deep down, he knows that it's all bullshit. So he doesn't go out, he's terrified of Out There. The only time he leaves his home is on a Saturday, when he travels into town. He's become obsessed with this girl, who's about seventeen, and he watches her from his window every morning and every evening when she comes home from school, and on the Saturday outings he goes to the bakery where she works and buys bread, just to be near her.
I'm not sure, but I think she's got a soft spot for him, with his funny quiet ways. I think he's going to miss a week of buying bread, for one reason or another, and she's going to be worried because he always comes, without fail, and so she'll bring his bread round to his house, which'll start this friendship thing between them. I was thinking that, on the way home in the dark one night, this man might pull up in a car and try to abduct her, but because Elliot watches her all the time, he'll come out and save her, which will strengthen the bonds and give her a reason to call in on him more.
I don't know how it'll end. It's gotta be sad or happy. At the moment I'm leaning towards happy, but that's because I'm in a good mood.
God knows what I'll be like if I ever get that far.