Today has been another one of those days... I woke up around 9am... Went to sleep and had a dream... Woke up at 10:30am... Got up and fed the cats... Took my Antibiotics... Went back to bed... Had another dream... Woke up at 11:30am... Went back to sleep... Had another dream... Woke up at 12:30pm... Was kinda freaked out by so many dreams in such short a time so I got up fearing the next dream would be worse then the last... Ste then brought forth a giant Hot Dog I struggled to eat since the crappy bun was falling apart... My Mum then came home ending my days of house minding for this week... Ste went off to Craig’s and I couldn't go with him since I had to mind the child and help mum unpack from her tour de France... (My god... French are everywhere these days... I'm declaring this national French Week!)... Went to dads... had a haircut... Blah Blah... Now I'm here...
I thought having Gammy toes would be kewl having lots of time off and such... But it kinda sucks... I can't go anywhere that involves walking great distances wearing shoes... I can't run up walls anymore... I can no longer do that spiny thing they do in break dancing... I tried recently and felt rather fucked and deeply hurt when I failed... And it was nout all to do with the gammy toes... I wonder if this is what they call aging and getting old... Hmm... Who knows... Look!... A Pigeon! *Farp!*...
Its been thundera an lighteningara here all day... I used to be scared of the thunder when I was like... 6... I remember walking home with my mum from school and it began to thunder... I thought it was the Marshmallow man coming to get me and I wanted to get home fast... The stupidest things used to scare the shit out of me... However... The strange thing was that I was scared of the thunder... Yet I wasn't scared of my brother's bold challenge... Who can do the most bum drops on the upright pin?... The idea was to get this huge pin sticking upwards... Then we basically jumped on it arse first... It kept stabbing my left buttock and hurt like a son of a bitch... Had loads of holes in my pants... Thankfully it didn't go up the unknown... However I think Sam has a different tale... Making him forfeit... I was the victor and I have been dam proud of it since... The sh*t I remember...
For the last few days I've had a little trouble sleeping... Its why I wait until I'm absolutely ready to pass out before I hit the sack... I keep getting really scary and freaky images in my head during the night and its hard to think of anything else when I begin... Its really horrible when you can't stop... It comes to a point when you really get a chill down your spine when something horrific comes to mind and then its locked in your Skull... I had a terrifying nightmare not so long ago and its still fresh on my mind despite how strange it was... Doesn't help the old thought... I'd love to just sit back and think of other thinks like my stories or nice thoughts of chicks... Some nights I can just keep it out my mind... But most I feel pretty fuckin scared... I can't open a door without fearing something grabbing my wrist as I do so... God dam my f*cking imagination... its obvious to me that it has came with a heavy cost...
On a lighter note... I joined DeviantArt recently... Wanted to start making short stories or something... However I have no idea how to post stories or anything... So that won't be going anywhere soon... I really want to write... I really just wish I had it in me to sit down and write my main story... I really put all my thought into it and want to make a book out of it... I have other ideas but I don't really care about them a great deal... Just little short stories and fan fiction etc etc... I need some motivation... I suppose if I read through it Ill get back into it again... Maybe show a few people and stuff... Although I always get paranoid to whom I show it too :p... That’s just me though heh... Anywho... I'll finish there me thinks... Sorry it a'int a fun post like usual... I'll do something nice next time :)...
Until the mean time...
Keep Rockin'
