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| 08:55am 25/03/2004 |
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:::I had a dream that I threw a halloween party at a hotel. I was getting ready in Andrea's room but I couldn't find my outfit, and I was getting later and later and later, but I knew Matt would be there to set up drinks for me (I saw him in my head, standing behind this huge juice bar dealing people drinks with a huge smile.. creepy). So I finally pull in the parking lot, and the scene flashes and it's Alana, Rachel and me laying outside in the parking lot on an old blue blanket, Rachel is smoking a gross looking cigarette and I finally notice and turn to her and say, "I didn't know you smoked.. when did you start that?"
"Oh after Star Wars. ::looks at me.:: I felt like it was the right thing to do, you know?" ::kinda looks like a beatnik explaining comlpetely irrational thoughts but I understand::
I just ..nodded.
Then we get inside and it's fucken.. Matt Denmark, my mom and some young cop. She starts joking to me, "whens the keg getting here" and I laugh and say mom you know I dont have booze at my parties and she takes me into the hall and says "well me and Doreen kinda got you one anyways, I didnt want to say it in front of the cop hahaha"
So now the party is progressing, its getting late and almost no one has showed up.
I go into my "bedroom" at the hotel to find Ashley Gulmain's "little sister" (this little girl is like, 4) rummaging through my closet, Ashley comes out and tells her to stop. I say "whats she doin in there heh" and Ashley says "oh just popping balloons"
The little fucker runs out with a balloon in her hand and starts rubbing it against my head. All of a sudden Emily and Abbigail are there too, but they're like 4 years younger, and they're all rubbing balloons on me screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I reach my hand out and slam the door so no one else can see this happening and I scream and I scream and I scream. End up throwing Ashley's little sister out the door, litterally, but she keeps sticking her foot in the door so I can't close it. For some reason I NEVER have any strength in my dreams.
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After this, it's mostly just me sitting in the hotel room, wondering where everyone is but hoping the sxe kids all show up and have a good time before all the booze gets there.
heh.
fuck you subconcious.
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| 04:02pm 04/05/2003 |
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mood:  accomplished music: Loreena Mckennit
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This is the journal I will be using as an online B.O.S. and a documentation for all of the weird happenings that I come across and all the other things a typical book of shadows is used for. If you happened upon this journal by chance then lo and behold, congratulaions, you've found my little online spell book. But poor you! It's friends only and most of the posts are private! At least you get to revel in your victory of finding one more of my journals. Congratumulationees. ^_^
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