Sad old me...

I said that I might post my dream journal online, but as of yet, I have been to lazy to write it down.
But last night's dream (or at least the tiny portion of it I can actually remember) was truly tragic. The male whom I am secretly in love with had put more clour in his hair and was being horrible. oh woe me.
A little background information perhaps?
Well this male, who from here on in shall be referred to as Kenneth (not real name)along with Kyle (also not real name**) are the males that a friend (Romy) and I like. Oh such sad pathetic teenagers we are...
Well she had been habouring this hopeless love for Kyle for many months, despite not speaking to him more often than every few weeks or so. He shares an English class with Kenneth and myself. This means Romy is rather jealous....
So fast forward a few weeks, and it is formal night. Kyle is there, but *sob* Kenneth is nowhere to be seen. Tonight really was the night for rejection. Romy was left alone with Kyle...

'Hey, I really like you...'
'What?'
'I REALLY LIKE YOU'
'Really'
(nooo...) 'yes'
'why'
(cue akwardness)
'I don't know! I just do'
'I don't think it will work out...' *CRY*
'Ok, well I'll just casually walk this way'
Oh the dramas of highschool. I know that your heart bleeds for her.
On the same night, the endless obsessive love of one friend was shattered when the male revealed he was gay. (not entirely sure if it was true or if it was to get rid of her, which would have been much worse. And someone else was in tears. I find it amazing that all in all, it was actually still a good night.

Anyway, back to Kenneth.

That night, however I had another terrible dream. I was doing my Vis Comm assignment in the hall where the formals was, stressing and unable to finish it, Kenneth was there, and then he wasn't, then he didn't care, then there was someone pretending to be him, and I couldn't print and, oh dear...:(
Now one girl, a friend of Romy and her posse was asked out by Kenneth. That's right, it was horrid, truly horrid. But I was overjoyed in a kind of pitying kind of way when she told him to get lost.
Now I fear that considering the reccent rejections, I wonder if I should follow suit with 'affirmative action', as it may end in tears. However I do know now that he goes for somewhat nerdy year 10 females, which is a bonus for me.
Now since Romy was rejected, she is in denial and has a developed a so far unobsessive attraction toward Joey. Who happens to be Kenneths part-time friend (score:)) Perhaps not all hope is lost.

But now it is the holidays, and I shan't see him for two weeks... But I have a holiday coming up. One a rather large boat. With many people. Perhaps I can move on for a brief few days. sigh...

Well that turned out to be a very unusual first dream journal posting indeed...
Goodbyeee




**Nothing is ever real. I have learnt that form other's mistakes. I have also learned never to google friend's names in too much detail. You can reveal blogs written about them by others that we know. (but they used full names, I mean, come on, you're asking for trouble.)
So hence, if I am to actually keep on going with the blog (which I doubt I will anyway). I may as well keep anonymity for the sake of all involved.

First post, woo

Good evening blog, nice to meet you.
I hope that we can be friends. Because otherwise I'll probabl never see you again, and one day delete you. I'm sorry, it's true...

Well right now it's just gone 2:01 am. I should probably be in bed, were it not for my addiction to staring at this stupid computer screen. Oh, well, all in due time.

Well that's enough general crapping around. I feel like making a list...

-THINGS I WISH I NEVER KNEW...-
1) What red food dye is made out of.
2) Cold tea goes lumpy when left out for a few days.
3) That rubbing cats at the end of their back gets them horny
4) That tongues and freezers should never EVER mix
5) Anthing about algebra
6) That there could be multiverses...
7) How my parents made me
8) That I cannot sing
9) That Santa wasn't real:(
10) How quickly I can run out of things to say.

Well that was fun.
Maybe I'll post my dream journal online. It's so weird that I'm sure at least someone will be entertained by it.

Well, until if there is a next time, cheerio