I'm Writing This Entry... With Nothing On.
Weeell. My Dad keeps bitching at me to go get a job. It's not like I haven't tried. I mean, I haven't tried very hard, but I have tried. In all truth, I don't want a job. I don't care about money enough to need it, because I can have fun without money. Sure, it means I'll have next to nothing at Reading, but... what can ya do.
So, anyways, I'm falling behind at college too. I mean, I'm doing fine, but I have coursework in ICT and psychology that I don't really feel like starting right now. I also wish I was doing 3 A2s instead of 2, because that'd make me feel... better. I have so much free time, and I'm wasting it all.
Last night I had a really fucked up dream. I was watching TV and I saw something about this freak accident where some little girl pulled a bookshelf over on top of her and it landed on this rug covered in paper, which set alight. She was crying and couldn't escape, for some reason, and I laughed at that. Then, somehow, I was in that room, and I could help. So a man who I assume was supposed to be my father (probably replacing my real dad, because we have no relationship what-so-ever) covered her in this fireproof blanket and left her there to die. In the end, I realised I could lift the bookcase and get her out. We all ran downstairs because the fire was spreading, and I found we were on a boat. The bough caught light, and then extinguished, and I didn't know what to do. Someone decided that in order to save us, we had to put out the original fire. We went upstairs again, and stood by the door listening to the flames. This time, my father made me look through the gap between the door frame and the door. The flames were all a bright red, monotone, and coming from this thing that looked like a giant rectangular vaccuum cleaner. We couldn't seem to put the flames out, but then I worked out how. I ran inside and jumped on them. Sure enough, I saved the day. We went downstairs again, to catch some air, and the whole boat suddenly caught aflame. I dived into the water, and everything went dark.
Everyone's going up the castle tomorrow. I'd rather stay at home. We've done these things too many times before.
x X x Keep Safe.
So, anyways, I'm falling behind at college too. I mean, I'm doing fine, but I have coursework in ICT and psychology that I don't really feel like starting right now. I also wish I was doing 3 A2s instead of 2, because that'd make me feel... better. I have so much free time, and I'm wasting it all.
Last night I had a really fucked up dream. I was watching TV and I saw something about this freak accident where some little girl pulled a bookshelf over on top of her and it landed on this rug covered in paper, which set alight. She was crying and couldn't escape, for some reason, and I laughed at that. Then, somehow, I was in that room, and I could help. So a man who I assume was supposed to be my father (probably replacing my real dad, because we have no relationship what-so-ever) covered her in this fireproof blanket and left her there to die. In the end, I realised I could lift the bookcase and get her out. We all ran downstairs because the fire was spreading, and I found we were on a boat. The bough caught light, and then extinguished, and I didn't know what to do. Someone decided that in order to save us, we had to put out the original fire. We went upstairs again, and stood by the door listening to the flames. This time, my father made me look through the gap between the door frame and the door. The flames were all a bright red, monotone, and coming from this thing that looked like a giant rectangular vaccuum cleaner. We couldn't seem to put the flames out, but then I worked out how. I ran inside and jumped on them. Sure enough, I saved the day. We went downstairs again, to catch some air, and the whole boat suddenly caught aflame. I dived into the water, and everything went dark.
Everyone's going up the castle tomorrow. I'd rather stay at home. We've done these things too many times before.
x X x Keep Safe.