This was never even meant to rhyme. Just try your best to decipher my cryptic title and I'll give you a pat on the back and tell you that you've wasted 5 precious minutes of your life. Because obviously I am going to explain my title(when I actually ever get to that topic, which might or might not happen). Windy and I made a lovely promise yesterday on how we are going to better ourselves and only talk in English (of course, we failed almost immediately). Also, yesterday a new group came to life, as a parody to our school's gossip girl. I am sort of disappointed in this, for I enjoy the almost seriously written posts by the real one more than those parodies. Maybe they're restless souls, that also miss Karin's posts like I do. But they're not really funny so I hope that they'll stop it in a few days. On the topic of gossip, considering that people have been suspicious of Alvin and I, I sort of wondered if it would make its way to Karin's ears. unfortunately, that is not the case, so I shall never be able to comment with a "WHOOT Made it on the front page!" and thousands of compliments offered to said girl/boy/bot/troll. Oh well, it can't be helped. Not all of us are scandalous enough for Karin. So now we will move on with the topic. And it will be one of my favourite topics. My dreams. Although I have told a bunch of people about the dream I saw today, I shall recall it one more time, for my darling Windy, who was apparently too awesome to come to school on a Friday. It started with me being in the atrium with two enormous cakes. For some reason, I shared a paper plate with Allan(Side note: This is the first time I've seen him in my dreams. This has actually nothing to do with Windy, this is for the future me who is sure to forget about this dream). Of course, dreams like this always have a problem. That problem at hand was that I could not eat the cake. The piece just wouldn't stick to my fork(No matter how angled the plate was). Next thing I know, I am sort of in our school canteen(meaning my brain told me it was our canteen, while it actually looked nothing like it). I saw my classmates and I had two oranges in my hand. I set one on the table and took the other one to start eating it. After I finished the first one, I want to take the second one, but discover that a twelfth grader took it! I was mad and frustrated. But that is not all. P.E now grades people based on giving birth. GIVING.BIRTH. Sometimes I wonder if my brain has a screw loose or something. And then I wonder why it is occasionally obsessed with pregnancy and other similar stuff of the sort. And then I stop because I might discover something weird in myself that I most certainly do not want to discover(Of course I don't know for sure, but why take the chance?). So yeah, I have warped dreams. But I told this dream to Kadi(Another people starting with K in my life...Why is there so many of them?) and we started discussing about different things concerning dreams(what dreams have we seen, what sort of dreams other people see etc.). And then Kadi came up with the ingenious idea to make her research paper on dreams. I really hope she'll be able to, because it would be an awesome topic and I'm sure she would be very glad to do it. In conclusion, I think it is a brilliant idea and I wish her the best. Wow, that sounds like she's going away or something. Oh well, it can't be helped. Speaking of people starting with a K, along with another person starting with an S, today while going home we had a very interesting conversation. By interesting, I mean that at one point S managed to say something very wrong and then we started discussing the age of 14. Another interesting topic was the clock on a department store, that showed it was -151 Celsius outside. I tried changing it into Kelvins, but that made it only worse. And then we were just standing there, feeling cold, because my bus had not arrived yet. When my bus finally did come, I bid the two of them good-bye and met up with a certain half-Scottish person. We got on the same bus and then we discussed the topic of 14 again, with her pointing out that my brother was also old enough. It took me a few minutes before I realized that she has met my brother(Also, I was sort of occupied with avoiding bad thoughts). As the topic of my brother was already on hand, I told her about my plans to come to school tomorrow to troll my brother. And when she finally had to get off the bus, I trolled her by mouthing her a certain pair of words that always upsets her. I wonder if the people on the bus were worried when we talked. Not that I care, but that thought sort of appeared in my head. Note to self: Must stop feeling sympathy for people I don't know. Now I will move on to the events of today that occurred before my curious bus ride home. As usual, I managed to get to school on time. Then in Physics, I told Kadi all about my dream and found a new excuse not to clean my room (the second principle of thermodynamics). English was painstakingly uneventful, though I had a brief moment where I wondered if I should start listening to BBC to get myself an accent. The break after that was one hour long and Alvin came by and gave me chocolate as he had promised the day before(which made me very happy since he remembered and it was great chocolate). History was very decent, although we still haven't got the tests back. And afterwards, I chatted with people until they walked off to their lessons. Then, we enjoyed a nice hour with S and Angela playing Bridge with three people. I was very pleased for I won some of the games and had a good hand. But soon Angela had to leave us so we were sort of left alone with S. We attempted playing bridge with two people, which was also quite fun. We were contemplating on what to play next when Windy and our dear Half-Scott showed up to free us from boredom. We spent a few minutes happily, then the bell rang and the rest of the people at school were released. K showed up and claimed he would go home(which he of course didn't) and we played another few games and got home. But the point of recalling my day was actually the last events, because at one point Rocket S showed up and we forced him to play(since we assumed K wouldn't come play). But K came back, so I had a hard time concentrating because I like his and Rocket S'es hair. Yes, I am obsessed with hair. But that was not all. My own hair was in its usual state of insanity, so i was quite troubled. But my hair settled down at some point and then S managed to upset me by trying to ruin both Rocket S'es and K's hair. i am still devastated at the though of anybody wanting to ruin it/them(?). Also, K has a very interesting way of opening doors. It amuses me a lot. And now I have written a lot of senseless text, writing about my thoughts from today and nobody has gained anything from reading this. But I managed to creep myself out pretty well so I guess this post served its purpose?(Although I do not remember wanting to creep myself out. I just wanted to talk about gorgeous hair.)
Stranger in a Familiar Land(Cause that is what I am about to read),
H.
P.S I also forgot my red thread of Fate at home and it upset me, although the day wasn't any different from usual. I just like having that thread around. Also, I have another interesting story on how I have a paper where it says I am the best person in the world and it amuses me, because I was the one who wrote it. For details, ask me on MSN or something.
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