Nightmare

I walked into the staff room, served up a big spoonful of watery soup (with chunky veg and meat) onto my computer keyboard...
"Hey dave, good idea" the crowd said as they sat eating their soup off thier computer keyboards.
as the watery bit drained inbetween the keys leaving behind the chunky veg and meat i feared that this was the end of my computer. but in the back of my head i knew i'd made the right decision.
my friends told me about a bike shop:

"I stole this awesome bike from there and £5000 last night"
the following night I watched as they robbed this bike shop again... the next night i decided I'd go rob it too.
after a successful job i sat in my room with my stolen bike, clothing rack of fancy dress clothing(also stolen from the bike shop) and £10,000 and thought about how i'd explain this to my dad. I eventually decided to give the bike back but my friends where having to much fun trying on the fancy dress's.
from here on my dream became wierdly horrible (the ending being trying to get out the hospital full of mutant zombies).

this dream has a strong theme of giving into peer-pressure and it leaving me feeling bad. just coz everyone else is eating soup off thier computer keyboards and robbing a specific bike shop every night doesn't make it right... by joining in i was popular but was left with regret and a mess, a stolen bike and a broken computer and 'how do I explain this'.

end of placement

everything is so far off distant... sitting on stairs as men in bathtowels pass by on thier way to and from bathrooms I hear about 'what you can remember to tell me' happenings from those i talk to on the phone... and sure, being given the microwave is nice and im sure that it was nice to see me... but i don't even need a microwave and aaa i don't want to sit on stairs, its starting to get to me.


so, in the end im glad im home... I did perfect the lateral ankle though...

so... I walk in... she looks at me, she smiles and her eyes brighten up as she says "Oh! another curly haired... are you a boy or a girl?"

Hair pt. 7

with tighter curls from a weeks worth of natural hair oils, i have no need to cut it

another blog about natural yoghurt

after finishing breakfast i said my thank-ann's and was on my way out... and yeah, i like to think that its always good to try something twice, escicially when its something so volitile as homemade natural youghurt fresh out of the boiler cupboard.
so, sure I took a big bowel of the stuff back with me...


and its good this time!!