i am gettign littl tono slep ltaely adn i'm startng to get really sikc really often. i fall asleep on the bus, in calss, on thefloor, everywhere. i can't focus on anything adn i halluicnate. i'm havgin terrible nightmares when i sleep and i mean they're just terrible.i'm so scared

once again, i fail to be sane due to lack of sleep as well as other things. durhur.

note to everyone alive- try to consider gravity when you do something. that way you won't end up with a bloody, swollen pusy toe like mine.seriously. i can't even walk on it. it's downright gory. well, you've heard enough of that.


i'm buried in schoolwork. i can barely do anything. i have like three projects due monday. however schoolwork seems to be the least of my problems. everyone's hatin'! it isn't fair. when i'm not developing a large blister on my right hand, i'm arguing on the phone. why
i managed to get through all of last year with practicly no drama. (well, i guess there was that bit in june.) sigh. this seems like it will pass.


problem numero 3: i have got to get my butt to spectrum. i don't know how i'm going to do it yet, but i WILL find a way. no matter what my stupid mother sais. she is determined to send me to esq. i will not give in.


and still weirder, i swallowed my tablet nib
just don't ask

for other dreams, see previous entry.

after deciding that i shall draw, ii promise that, as stated above, i shall draw. not just stalk around lauren's page wondering why me no draw dat good. i mean it this time, i really do.

but seriously. here's another one of my crazy batshit dreams. i intend to fill a book with them. i'm gonna post them all on da, too. be happy

the jock itch: i was in this store, and it was practicly bare, except for a couple of racks and bins with stuff in them. i was with this tall guy i used to know named raymond, and we were browing around. he pointed into a bin, which was filled with cheap white chocolate called 'just a sec'. all the bars were wrapped in clear plastic and had two gold stickers on them each: one read their name, the other said 'british.' i shook my head at ray, indicating 'no effing way'. then there was this rack of little baggies with cardboard labels in that dollar-storish way. the bags were filled with moldy brean, and even had little buggs hoppin' around in em. 'um, no thanks.' i said aloud. i turned away, and ray, being as clumsy as he is, said 'uh-oh. uh, meg?' 'what?' 'I DROPPED THE JOCK ITCH! run!!!' then all the little bugs came flooding out of the baggy and chased me.


wooooopee

man i've been losing sleep and dreaming like CRAZY lately. I've been so weird. in the past week i've gotten maybe 20 hours of sleep. you will now get to hear some of my crazy arse dreams

Snape is a rapist: Snape was punishing me or something, so i was like polishing trophies. then dumbledore walked into the room and whispered something into snape's ear, and he was like what? and he said audibly, 'sleep with her! that'll teach her.' so i was like 'ahhhhh' and started running, and pointing back at him shouting rapist!

Kristen, Lee, me and the train: (this one is actually old. it's also awesome) It was the middle of summer and it was really really hot. there must have been a war or something. me kristen and lee were trying to get on this train but lee was being stupid, as usual: 'lee, we're gonna miss the train!' *he's holding a gun* 'but i wanna fiiiight' 'we're gonna leave without you.' 'alright, i'm coming, i'm coming....' so we got on the train, and i twas like this mobile prison-barn-circus train and all these pot-bellied african kids kept getting on. lee had just poofed away and kristen was trying to explain to me how to get off, but i really just didn't get it, so she hopped off and i just kept riding until we started getting into this city landscape, at which time i woke up.

Um...no title. Lauren may be weirded out. : me, kristen (why is kristen always in my dreams? w/e) and carl were playing pictochat on gameboys somehow, and we were just having a blast, and somehow i ended up sleeping with carl.

singing voice: i was in my grade six classroom, the song bucket by carly rae jepson was playing really loudly and i was singing along to it. but i couldn't tell if i was singing well or not so i started singing louder and louder. now everytime i hear this song i must sing at the top of my lungs.



what le fuck?