Wild Thing

I'd rather have a mummy than a king.

Dream, night of the tenth of December

Me, @LennieG and Joe were on Lennie's road, except it was a hill (it isn't usually) and we got in a sledge and I was like where is @MikeyMXMG? And they were like we have to go pick him up, so we got in the sledge but we were face backwards going down this massive hill and it was a really thin pavement and there were all things in the way like your general pavement fodder, and so Lennie was like its fine I can steer! And so me and Joe were so scared rampaging down this hill like ARRRGGHHHHHHHH but we got to the bottom and it was fine and suddenly we were on the road of my old middle school and Mikey was walking around with this bright orange patterned coat on and a HUGE backpack with all the stuff hed brought back from university in it. And so I got out and was like helloooo and then we went off and Lennie and Joe were like fine we'll meet you back at yours. And then me and Mikey were in this place with my uncle and I realised that Mikey had had this REALLY bad hair cut and he looked really weird and my uncle was asking him about his haircut.
(FROM HERE ON IN IT GETS SUPER-WEIRD)
Then we were at my house and tons of people I knew were there and this went on for a while and then I realised that there was an Ogre in my pond. And I was like CRAAAPPP and then somebody woke it up and it was the GIANT baby ogre and it was so scary and I ran in to my house and I was like oh my god its going to smash the kitchen! So I ran upstairs and hoped that it wouldn't smash my room and then when it was over I ran around checking if everyone was okay, and I went in to my mum and dad's room and Mrs Beames (the deputy head of Sprowston High) and Mr Nice (my history teacher) were in bed together and I was like GET UP AND HELP PEOPLE and they were like errrr and it was really awkward cause they were naked and Mrs Beames didn't get up cause she was mean but Mr Nice did and he was like okay I'll help you check everyones okay and we started at the top of the house looking for people and when I got down to my living room there was this guy I know called Pip who works at the Playhouse bar and he was really sleepy or drunk and he was giggling and sitting on top of my old Media teacher called Stuart Anderson and I picked Stuart up by his neck but he was all small and had a hard head but a floppy boddy like a puppet and I took him to the window and I was like LOOK OUTSIDE! because my whole garden was torn up by the massive ogre, and I kept yelling to everyone "LOOK AT MY GARDEN, THERE WAS A HUGE FUCKING SCARY MASSIVE OGRE!" and then I was like shit where is Mikey and I called him and it rang once and then he answered and it turned out he'd left just before it had happened and gone to the train station because he was annoyed but we didn't care we were just like pheeewww we're okay. And then I called my cousin to check if she was alright and she was fine.

Dream, night of the ninth of December

Me and my family and Mikey went on a swimming holiday and we got in to this swimming area and then we swam round the corner and we were in Vinkerveen (a place in the Netherlands where I've been on holiday before) and then we climbed out of the swimming bit and this person took us walking through all this scaffolding and showed us to this ledge made out of all these weird things, and when i say weird things, I don't mean like spoons, I mean like one part of this ledge that we had to crawl across was made out of grumpy old ladies. And we were crawling across one and then I was like oh you just need a hug don't you? Then you wouldnt be grumpy so I gave her a hug and she went in for a snog! And I was like AARRGHHHHH and pushed her away and then I crawled away but I was really worried that all these old grannies were looked up my skirt as i crawled across them. Then suddenly we had to pass this level by getting REALLY drunk and for some reason Naboo from the Mighty Boosh was there and there was this shop and the doors opened and all the alcohol gushed out of the doors and in to my mouth and I ha to drink it all and get really smashed to pass the level.

Social Networking this Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,

My true love e-mailed me

A DailyBooth account made for me!


On the second day of Christmas,
My true love e-mailed me 

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the third day of Christmas,
My true love e-mailed me
Three 12seconds,

Two twitter tweets, 

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the fourth day of Christmas,

My true love e-mailed me 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds,

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me! 



On the fifth day of Christmas, 

My true love e-mailed me 

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the sixth day of Christmas,

My true love e-mailed me 

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions,

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the seventh day of Christmas, 

My true love e-mailed me 

Seven lookbook looks, 

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds,

Two twitter tweets, 

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the eighth day of Christmas, 

My true love e-mailed me

Eight MySpace bulletins,

Seven lookbook looks, 

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me! 



On the ninth day of Christmas, 

My true love e-mailed me 

Nine Omegle strangers, 

Eight MySpace bulletins, 

Seven lookbook looks, 

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets, 

And a DailyBooth account made for me!



On the tenth day of Christmas, 

My true love e-mailed me 

Ten bloggers blogging,

Nine Omegle strangers, 

Eight MySpace bulletins, 

Seven lookbook looks, 

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets, 

And a DailyBooth account made for me! 



On the eleventh day of Christmas,

My true love e-mailed me 

Eleven SOTMs, 

Ten bloggers blogging,

Nine Omegle strangers,

Eight MySpace bulletins, 

Seven lookbook looks, 

Six status updates,

Five formspring questions, 

Four YouTube links,

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets,

And a DailyBooth account made for me! 



On the twelfth day of Christmas,

My true love e-mailed me
Twelve Facebook chats,

Eleven SOTMs, 

Ten bloggers blogging,

Nine Omegle strangers, 

Eight MySpace bulletins,

Seven lookbook looks,

Six status updates, 

Five formspring questions,

Four YouTube links, 

Three 12seconds, 

Two twitter tweets, 

And a DailyBooth account made for me!

Wet

Today, I stepped out in to the rain. Thinking of my umbrella sitting in my bag, I left it there. Right here, right now, its the only thing I have total control of. I could wait at the school until the rain subsides. I could call for a lift. I could just take out my umbrella, but the rain gets harder and I want to get absolutely soaking wet. My chosen path takes me through the deepest puddles and on to the parts of the pavement that are least sheltered by trees. With my music clicking in my ear, I walk under the edge of the bus stop's roof and a torrent of water cascades down my hair. I can feel the drips attacking my scalp, it feels almost as if I have no hair, and I wander what its like to be bald in the rain. The droplets dribble down my face, past the corners of my eyes so that they feel like tears, and down to gather at the tip of my nose. I fight the urge to move my saturated fringe away from my eyes, peering at a motionless van that is waiting at a green light. Realising that the reason for the delay in the driver's journey is because he is peering back at me, I take my time to look upwards in to the oncoming rain as I dawdle through the sodden leaves. By the end of my walk, I am so wet that the only reason I know that its raining are the ever expanding circles in the puddles.

I'm still dripping.

Someone Once Told Me

"If you and your boyfriend aren't having sex,
why are you so HAPPY all the time?"

http://www.someoneoncetoldme.com/

Baby, if you're still awake

Guess I had never seen anything beautiful
'till I first saw you asleep at night.
And I have often wondered who,
Who could love you the way I do?
Now I just want you to know,
I'm touched deep in my soul
Just being with you.
And I need you more each day.
Baby, if you're still awake,
Call me when you get this.

I wish you were here

I wish you were here to share the city with me
A band is playing with a gathering crowd
Bright red balloons are sky high and their children cling on to hope

I want those flashing lights

If we cant teach children to be good without enchantment
We will kill one another
We will kill one another

I'm noticing

The way you're moving in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep
You don't know but I'm noticing.

Barefoot

Did you know its the most beautiful feeling walking barefoot in the middle of road in the dead of night when the air is refreshingly cold and the only sound is the bumping and tugging of the balloon tied around your wrist and the distant cars that sound like a whispering wind. And when I walk past silent houses, especially when its darkest, I can't help thinking of what my own house looks like when everyone is asleep and the only cause of movement is the wind.

When I Am Dead

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me:
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Christina Rossetti

Today

Today I saw you and thought of me.