BITCH
Ipod love.
One can never have too many ipods.
Nope. Not at all.
I SHALL NOT TALK TO ANYONE EVER AGAIN
no. really.
FASS
The bloody faculty is literally right behind my house.
But there are no shortcuts.
So I have to climb this goddamn son-of-a-bitch hill to get to the place. It’s so steep that I wouldn’t be surprised if people actually fell to their deaths while descending down the hill.
That means I sweat like fuck. And when I sweat without reason I get pissed.
It’s a 10 minute walk. So you now know how pissed I am at the hill. Because I sweat for something that I normally wouldn’t.
Strange dream
I woke up this morning afternoon feeling as if I had a hangover. Good Lord, the headache was so bad.
But yes, the strange dream.
I was in a war, with 4 other friends, of which two of them had four legs - an ostrich and an elephant. I was in this little office building, and we were supposed to run down the steps. I opened up a green army box by the staircase, and it contained bulletproof vests (that looked strangely like backpacks), a bunch of ammunition (even though I don’t rememeber to have been carrying a gun) and… a case full of highlighters. I stuffed those things into my Converse pants and told the rest to run down.
I think we manuvered though a bunch of traps, but I remember only one, which was the last one. We walked into a large room that was really, really hot. Then for some reason we pushed a flat white card through our fingers and began crawling under the cement of the room. I was still trying to put on my vest at that time. Then suddenly, the room burst into flames, and it was really, really hot. Everyone was blaming one of my friends, who, as I found out, could control fire.
Anyway, we reached the other side of the room, and there was water. For some reason I took the case of highlighters out of my pocket and threw it into the water. We met the EVIL VILLAN (who looked like a businessman) and we wanted to plan some stuff to catch him. I think I screwed up by talking to him, and he threatened to kill me. I ran into the next room… which was a hotel lobby. My other friends were there, sipping tea. I plopped down on the couch, and asked if they had a plan to catch him. They said something about stalling for time, so one of my ‘friends’ - a little black kid that I’ve never seen before - stood up, whipped out a highlighter and ran to the businessman to get his autograph.
Then I woke up, with headache and all. Strange that I would dream of highlighters.
Pirates of the Caribbean
You know, I just don’t get why they want to make Elizabeth so dislikable. The poor girl’s already being bashed for sleeping with a man that bears a strong resemblence to Orlando Bloom, and now you make her cheat on her husband-to-be AND cause Jack Sparrow’s death?
I liked Elizabeth in the first movie, because she was so headstrong and fiesty. Now she’s just some backstabbing one dimensional character.
