Went and saw Carl Baron live. God he's a funny kid. Don't care what anyone else says. He makes me giggle.

SO! My art teacher gave me the biggest compliment amongst compliments. Shit. Now I feel obligated to go and study art at uni. Screw you, Eric. Way to stuff up my sudden and ridiculous plans for the future. I was gunna be a LIBRARIAN, damnit!

I would've made a hot librarian. Sigh.

SO!

Had a dream that world was ending because of these little creepy aliens. Had it three times in one flipping night. And each time the dream was different. The first dream I tried desperately to wake up from, and when I DID, my eyes wouldn't open, so I went back to sleep and had ANOTHER dream involving those little freaks. And then I got up, left my room, fed the cat, had a couple of pain killers, went back to sleep- IT CAME BACK! And it was different AGAIN!!! Fffffffffffuck.

It wasn't so much the aliens that bugged me. It was how everyone was reacting to me reacting to them. I'm so angry and sad and creeped out all at once that it makes me want to cry. By the third dream I was throwing chairs and pictures and stuff around. I threw a glass at mum's feet in the kitchen. She was more upset about THAT than the fact that the windows and doors weren't sealed. And everyone else was like, “What're you so upset about? :3 ” “FUCKING HELP MEEE YOU LAZY, RETARDED CUNTS!!!!” “Naaaaaaaaah. I think we'll watch TV instead. 8D ” Stupid dickheads. If I have the dream again, I'm gunna seal them all inside and let the aliens get me. Let's see them survive when I'm DEAD... Dead in my dream........................

I bet I'd be one of the few humans who're immune to them.

Gay.

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Yeah. That's it.

Let the homework commence.