I’ve just realised: I have been doing this blog for a whole year now and have enlightened you with no other than 100 posts before this one.
What an ocassion, eh?!
Ciao, bambini!
PS i’ve started a dream diary, if anything particularly interesting comes up I’ll let you know. Be warned: for me interesting includes MCR and wolves, which may or may not be frequent.
10th Sept- MIKEY WAY DAY! Wore my Mikey hair and glasses, celebrated etc.
13th/14th Sept! DofE! AAAgh!
Day One went really well, no major mistakes, only one case of me walking through a bog in the middle of the footpath, until disaster struck! We were just a few Km from the campsite when we see the Fuzzy Teacakes in front of us and the Chemical Crew behind us, then realise we don’t actually know where we are. So there’s 20 of us stood in a random field screaming, shouting, crying and arguing until we just go back to the road and walk down it. At least we got back… then put up the tent, no rain but lots of mud, ate food in the dark, went to bed. I slept, but Animalmad didn’t… I talked all night, apparently. Sorry, bambina.
Day Two got off to a good start again, and we made good time too, next to no incidents whatsoever. I mean, I did have to dig Animalmad’s boot out of mud as deep as my arm, but other than that… we finished first! Ate ice cream, hung out, (barefoot. naturally… my boots were steaming.) and then went home.
School today was so hard, it was unbelievable… I was, to quote the great FOB, dead on arrival. I could barely keep my eyes open. In fact, at one point I was actually absoloutely fine, laughing away, and then my eyes were suddenly crying and wouldn’t stop! For no reason! It was rather embarassing… Sorry 3/4 moon. Also, my feet and my knee canes. I have a ruptured ligament. :S
Anywho, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix! It’s a full moon. Ciao bam… *SNORES*
I woke up this morning with a dreadful sense of realisation.
Now, I know I don’t really discuss my dreams with you, but I usually have more or less one dream a week. And it is always, always! about myself in my wolf life, a series that (generally) continues from the previous dream, a series, if you will. This is the main reason I became interested in wolves, which is how I realised how much I love them. Anyway, sometimes I’m alone, just running, sometimes I’m with my pack, and occasionally I dream of real people I know in a wolf form. BUT! Since I arrived in Scotland, I’ve only had three memorable dreams:
1. I met Sean Smith. AMAZING dream, but a human one nonetheless.
2. (A wierd one here) I’m the lead singer of a band, we get signed to a record company but we don’t have a name yet. We read in Kerrang! magazine about this amazing indestructible dog someone has bred, and I want to name the band after the dog (can’t remember it’s name now, though). The two other girls in this band don’t want to call it that, ’cause they don’t believe it’s true that the dog is invincable, but the two guys do and agree our band should be named after said poochy. So we track down this dog, and make a bet: We’ll throw it from the top of the guys’ house (which just happens to be the turret of a castle), and if the dog lives we’ll call our band after it. The dog survives, and one of the girls becomes so mad she gets a gun (?) and chases me into the middle of Durham. (At which point, I think at least, my Nana claims I shout something along the lines of: NO! I’VE GOT TO FINISH OFF THE FIGHT IN THE SQUARE!, although it still doesn’t quite make sense.) I plead with her, but- BANG! she shoots at me, but one of the guys (who magically appears now) jumps in front of the bullet, but I never find out if it hits him ’cause I conveniently wake up. If anyone can figure out what this is all supposed to mean, I’d be grateful to find out!
3. That stupid dream I used to have as a kid where you’re left to drive a car with my two sisters in the back as we roll helplessly down a hill and off a cliff ’cause the car’s broken and I can’t drive it.
Anyway, the stuff of dreams is not something to think too much about, I reckon, even if beautiful or terrifying at times. But I do hope my dreams come back… maybe I just have to be patient. Comment me if you can work out ‘what my dreams mean’, btw. Or just ideas. Or simply to mock me… I really want comments! Ciao bambini!
Not much happened to me today, but you wouldn’t be Reading this if you didn’t want to know, would you?I read an article today on this girl who thought she’d been reincarnated. Pffft, I thought. But then she starts going on about how in her dreams she is always a wolf, running with the pack. THIS IS JUST LIKE ME!!! except im not always with the pack, most times I’m just in a forest on my own. But its still a bit freakyyy.
Not a lot at school either, but while I was waiting for my mum I was in the library, I was talking to LR and CNA (btw, that stands for “Cocky, not arrogant”) about loads of random stuff and this was when I was asked possibly one of the wierdest questions ever: So do you wish you were a boy then? (Just in case you were wondering, my answer was “No, that’s not what I meant!”)
Hmmm, as Ginger spice once said: “Dont we all lead mad lives?” Well, I can’t say I disagree.
