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I'm drubnk.
BUt. meep. this doesnt make this less real.
Went for a waalk in the graveyard. Sat down. Felt presence. He put his arm round me. It wasn't evrn scary. Just sad. Veyr sad.
If I looked direct;y st him I COUL dnt see him, but i xould see him in my peripheral bvisipn. He had short brown haitr swept to one side and somehow I knew he died between 1935 and 1945. MY B35ts are on yhe second world war. He was between 20 nD 35 years old. He was sad. He was lonely. Hw W as sitting rihyt next to me. I', not being weitfd. this acrually happended a nd i t wasd real.
I soudn silly wo im going to srop writing.

I HAVE A BED!

I HAVE A BED! =]
Today I changed round my room, threw out loads of crap, organised ALL of my drawers... and wowowow! It's so different... not exactly tidy yet but meeplemop! It's getting there!

It's going to be weird sleeping in my bed. For the last few years it's just been a mattress on the floor. I put a small basketball thing in there in case I get bored up there. Although I will probably have Larry up there with me whenever I'm up there anyway... although I can't find a way to get the wire thingy to go up there without falling out and getting potentially chewed up by Morrissey and Miyavi.

I've just made a new deviantart thing. I didn't like my old username (deadstardust) - it was too depressing and stuff. Really not a me kind of name.

I love chess! The more I play the more secrets I learn. Fascinating stuff!

I keep spilling my tea. Meeples.

Vaginas, Alcohol and Invisichess...

I've fixed Larry! Well, when I say fixed, I mean he's vaguely useable...

I'm so bored today. Although I have just spent the last few minutes rolling on the floor laughing at this. It's not funny and it does sound painful. I just liked the step-by-step explanation of a sponge being removed from Amanda Palmer's vagina. Gosh, I hope I never get anything stuck up there! =/

Talking of Amanda Palmer... I can't wait for Who Killed Amanda Palmer? to come out... and I NEED to get my ticket for the gig in Manchester.

Tomorrow I plan to clear out everything from the top of my 'bed' thing so I can take the mattress off the floor and make my bed into a bed again. I'm also going to get a desk this week in my quest to become a complete geek before September.

Recently it seems my alcohol tolerance has gone through the roof! I can drink the same amount that would have got me rather tipsy about a year ago and not feel a thing. It's quite a shame really because it means I have to drink more to achieve the same level of inebriastedness. Yes, inebriasted - It originated as a drunken typo and I've concluded that it means somewhere between inebriated and wasted. Fiendish, innit!

I'm currently playing a game of invisichess with le grandmother. It's a game I made up. It's basically chess, but if the other person sees you make your move you lose. It's going to take forever because we can only make moves when the other person is out or on the toilet or something. We're on about the 3rd move now. It's vaguely interesting!

Oh, and I've finally finished Breaking Dawn, which was fantabbyhooby! :)

Currently listening to: The Beatles - Across the universe.
Currently located: On the sofa.
Currently drinking: Nowt.

Smoke!

Y'know that thing that happens when you look through smoke? The one where everything goes all wobbly and distorted? Well, I've just realised that that's like life... Everything's ok, but it seems a lot worse than it is. Like, right now I'm about to go back to school after almost a year of doing fuck all after quitting college. I miss college, I wish I hadn't quit, but would I really want to still be in my mothers house? I'm back with the grandparents. I like it here. I'm majorly freaked out about going to school (mainly because I'll be a year behind all my friends and I'm half convinced I'll quit it after a few weeks). But the thing is, even though school is shit, I'm living where I want to live (well, with the people I want to live with at least because Wales sucks!). I've come up with lots of goals. I know what I want to do with my life (well... kind of, until I'm 22...). Everything is hoobacious, but there's loads of smoke making it seem less hoobacious than it actually is. Meep lol! I'm rambling!

In the next 2 weeks, I plan to sort out my bedroom, somehow lose weight, revisit GCSE stuff because it's been over a year and I don't remember any of it (it might come in handy...) and do a few pieces of art stuff just in case school stuff piles up and I don't have enough time to do some art stuff or anything. See. I'm doing stuff! I can't believe I'm going to spend my last couple of weeks of freedom doing this! XD

And another thing, I need to look cool (well, not cool... but like me, not a clone of everyone else) in school... but I can't find the type of clothes I want anywhere! I think I'm going to look through all the charity shops or something.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop writing about this crap and actually get on with it! Hoobletoodledoo!

Currently listening to: Abigail's Mercy - Meaningless
Currently drinking: Evian water... yum!
Currently located: On the floor by the sofa

Yet more ramblings of a vampiric weirdo...

Last night I wrote a long blog, realized it was too fucked up to post and copied and pasted it and privately posted it on my LJ. *rolls eyes*

Right now, I'm listening to Night Reconnaissance by The Dresden Dolls. I love that band. I'm also staring out of my window, watching the whole magnificence of the dawn for (probably) the last time as if it were the first and I'm going to set out to become what I shall become. *apologizes for the shameless Interview With The Vampire rip-off* The sky really is beautiful.

This room really is a mess. Strewn around me are empty vodka bottles, fag boxes, coke cans, glasses, plates and paints. Not to mention the crumbs, pet food and hay! I think I need to consider tidying up.

I need to do my CBT. I also need to make my bike perfect. However, to do that I need to go to Manchester and spend time with the stepfather (easier said than done).

I'm reading New Moon at the moment. I'm rather addicted.

Wow... as soon as I looked away, the sunrise disappeared and was replaced by clouds in varying dull shades of grey and white. Outside doesn't look so beautiful anymore.

I can't stop thinking lots of things (stuff I'm not going to write here) and it's bizarre. Most people would think that what I'm thinking is fucked up. I don't. To me it's perfectly usual. (I avoid the word 'normal' like a group of menacing chavs.

Anyways, it's almost time for The Hoobs and I want to finish this chapter first.