I was inside a movie about a legendary teacher who became a dictator or political leader of some sort, in a country that was going through a lot of changes. A lady he was seeing asked him what were the advantages of becoming a teacher. He said nothing, but knew it was a stepping stone to becoming the leader of them all.
Said lady was an assistant teacher, and a model for a magazine. A magazine that was working with the government to take money and give it to rich families. Something the teacher was hoping to put a stop to. (the process, not the families)
I don't even know, I wasn't even there.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The tunnels
Every now and then when I'm out with my family or friends in a new town, I like to explore it as much as possible. The exploration usually starts from our hotel.
This time my family and a couple friends went with me. We decided to go into the town's underground tunnels. They were just another polished part of the city, like a subway without any trains. It was pretty cool. we wandered around, and every now and again we came across doors that looked like they led to the surface, and we'd send someone up to see where they led. One time I went up, and it was another door inside our hotel.
After I got back down, I noticed my family had wandered off without me. I got really upset and worried. Mostly because I didn't want to be down there alone. I looked around and found some vending machines. There was a little kid standing around them, I didn't know what he was doing, because everything was extremely overpriced. ($10 for a small container of cookies that was barely bigger than my fist, $3 for a strip of gum.) He kicked one of the machines, and sparks flew out. he got a piece of candy from it, and ran off. When I looked over, my brother was in his place. He said he didn't know where they had gone, but had wanted to wait for me. I was so grateful, I bought us both snacks.
We decided to wander around and look for the rest of the family. We headed up towards a door to the surface, and were surprised to find out that it opened to the check out area of a grocery store. We apologized for bothering them, asked for directions, and headed back down. One of the cashiers was wearing a jacket that had the same print as my purse. I shouldn't have been surprised at that, but I was.
My brother and I wandered around more, and came across a room filled with free stuffed animals that people didn't want anymore. I immediately went for what I thought was a kangaroo, but turned out to be a mouse. I put it back, and instead grabbed a fox for my best friend. My brother was looking for a familiar character within all the plush, and was having trouble finding one. He said he'd be right back, because he thought he heard Mom. I said Okay, and continued looking through the animals for an alpaca. I found one, and my brother got back with my mom and the rest of our group.
I was outraged when they said they had all taken group photos without me. I don't know why, but it made me really mad. They had gone to see cool new places, wandered off without me when they said they would wait, and all the official memories they had of the place were going to be without me in them. I yelled at them, and when they said chill out and to watch a movie with them, I stormed off and went back to the hotel.
This time my family and a couple friends went with me. We decided to go into the town's underground tunnels. They were just another polished part of the city, like a subway without any trains. It was pretty cool. we wandered around, and every now and again we came across doors that looked like they led to the surface, and we'd send someone up to see where they led. One time I went up, and it was another door inside our hotel.
After I got back down, I noticed my family had wandered off without me. I got really upset and worried. Mostly because I didn't want to be down there alone. I looked around and found some vending machines. There was a little kid standing around them, I didn't know what he was doing, because everything was extremely overpriced. ($10 for a small container of cookies that was barely bigger than my fist, $3 for a strip of gum.) He kicked one of the machines, and sparks flew out. he got a piece of candy from it, and ran off. When I looked over, my brother was in his place. He said he didn't know where they had gone, but had wanted to wait for me. I was so grateful, I bought us both snacks.
We decided to wander around and look for the rest of the family. We headed up towards a door to the surface, and were surprised to find out that it opened to the check out area of a grocery store. We apologized for bothering them, asked for directions, and headed back down. One of the cashiers was wearing a jacket that had the same print as my purse. I shouldn't have been surprised at that, but I was.
My brother and I wandered around more, and came across a room filled with free stuffed animals that people didn't want anymore. I immediately went for what I thought was a kangaroo, but turned out to be a mouse. I put it back, and instead grabbed a fox for my best friend. My brother was looking for a familiar character within all the plush, and was having trouble finding one. He said he'd be right back, because he thought he heard Mom. I said Okay, and continued looking through the animals for an alpaca. I found one, and my brother got back with my mom and the rest of our group.
I was outraged when they said they had all taken group photos without me. I don't know why, but it made me really mad. They had gone to see cool new places, wandered off without me when they said they would wait, and all the official memories they had of the place were going to be without me in them. I yelled at them, and when they said chill out and to watch a movie with them, I stormed off and went back to the hotel.
Strung up on love
I was a new kid in this school, but I had already been there before, because I knew a lot of the kids there already. They called me by silly nicknames they had given me, and it was all cool. There was a boy I kind of liked, who really liked me. He was a little crazy, but you couldn't tell unless you were looking for it.
He decided to round up each girl I had liked in the past, and hang them all up in one of the school's closets. I was horrified, it was so gruesome to see them there together, dead up in a closet. They all still looked so beautiful. He stood behind me waiting for my response, and I didn't know what to do.
I hid away, and he hid too. Neither of us wanted to talk about it, but I don't think he regretted what he had done at all.
I found a bottle of stuff that was supposed to make fake zombies, so I went back and poured it over all of them. The first one to wake up was the girl with the pink hair. She got down and was feeling vengeful. I was really hoping the keyboardist would wake up first, because I really wanted to make sure she was okay.
Anyways, the girl with the pink hair grabbed something long and sharp, like a broken pvc pipe or something, and she went after the boy. I knew it would be no use to stop her, and I really didn't want to. I waited behind with the other girls, who informed me once they woke that the contents of the fake zombie stuff wouldn't last.
Then I became the girl with the pink hair.
I approached my murderer while he was in the shower, I saw him clearly I stabbed the long pipe through the shower curtain, and caught him right near his heart, but it didn't go in deep enough. He pulled the curtain back, and started laughing. he was crazy. He said that if I kept going, the world would think I killed him and the other girls, and not the other way around. Then for some reason, I got stabbed. I grabbed the pipe again and rammed it through him, and then I reached up and put some of my blood in his hair.
Then I became my self again. I was watching the news, and the reporter was talking about how he had tried to kill all those girls. A medical team was able to revive all of them except the pink-haired girl. I felt depressed that I would never see her again, but at the same time happy that she had gotten what she wanted before she died.
He decided to round up each girl I had liked in the past, and hang them all up in one of the school's closets. I was horrified, it was so gruesome to see them there together, dead up in a closet. They all still looked so beautiful. He stood behind me waiting for my response, and I didn't know what to do.
I hid away, and he hid too. Neither of us wanted to talk about it, but I don't think he regretted what he had done at all.
I found a bottle of stuff that was supposed to make fake zombies, so I went back and poured it over all of them. The first one to wake up was the girl with the pink hair. She got down and was feeling vengeful. I was really hoping the keyboardist would wake up first, because I really wanted to make sure she was okay.
Anyways, the girl with the pink hair grabbed something long and sharp, like a broken pvc pipe or something, and she went after the boy. I knew it would be no use to stop her, and I really didn't want to. I waited behind with the other girls, who informed me once they woke that the contents of the fake zombie stuff wouldn't last.
Then I became the girl with the pink hair.
I approached my murderer while he was in the shower, I saw him clearly I stabbed the long pipe through the shower curtain, and caught him right near his heart, but it didn't go in deep enough. He pulled the curtain back, and started laughing. he was crazy. He said that if I kept going, the world would think I killed him and the other girls, and not the other way around. Then for some reason, I got stabbed. I grabbed the pipe again and rammed it through him, and then I reached up and put some of my blood in his hair.
Then I became my self again. I was watching the news, and the reporter was talking about how he had tried to kill all those girls. A medical team was able to revive all of them except the pink-haired girl. I felt depressed that I would never see her again, but at the same time happy that she had gotten what she wanted before she died.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
A lot of weird stuff.
My leg hair was so long, like 2-3 inches long each. They were all blonde too. I've never had blond hair ever, so I just let them be, and wore pants.
I ended up going back to my house. (my parents' house, really) because I was supposed to be there all along, not here where I am now. The architecture was beautiful, and I was just getting the place cleaned up. Then the basement happened. I hate being in places all alone.
I don't even know if i went down to the basement or if the boy came to me, but I ended up down there, trying to ignore the feeling of dread. I ran into him, and there he was. I think I even tried separating him from his body, and that did nothing to change the atmosphere of the room.
I eventually went back upstairs, to check out the fridge. I thought about hiring someone to fill in the whole basement with cement except for one small area by the stairs, But I knew that probably wouldn't help. That feeling would just spread upstairs instead, and I'd rather just not go into the basement than not go into my own room.
I don't think there was anything but a cake in there, it had strawberry sauce all over it, and it looked so delicious. I didn't get to eat it though, because my dad's ex girlfriend showed up, and brought her daughters with her. She probably asked me to babysit, which is fine by me, but I knew I would have to feed her little girls my cake because I had nothing else. At least she brought over some milk.
So, other than that, the only thing I'm confused about is if you can actually bring dogs to bootcamp, because I'm pretty sure you can't. But this one guy did. Also, something about lettuce. I think everyone got a head of lettuce with french dressing. Now I'm hungry.
And I haven't been to an aquarium or the ocean in a long long time, so I'm hoping I get to go again soon. Maybe even an island, but I'll settle for a lake or river.
I ended up going back to my house. (my parents' house, really) because I was supposed to be there all along, not here where I am now. The architecture was beautiful, and I was just getting the place cleaned up. Then the basement happened. I hate being in places all alone.
I don't even know if i went down to the basement or if the boy came to me, but I ended up down there, trying to ignore the feeling of dread. I ran into him, and there he was. I think I even tried separating him from his body, and that did nothing to change the atmosphere of the room.
I eventually went back upstairs, to check out the fridge. I thought about hiring someone to fill in the whole basement with cement except for one small area by the stairs, But I knew that probably wouldn't help. That feeling would just spread upstairs instead, and I'd rather just not go into the basement than not go into my own room.
I don't think there was anything but a cake in there, it had strawberry sauce all over it, and it looked so delicious. I didn't get to eat it though, because my dad's ex girlfriend showed up, and brought her daughters with her. She probably asked me to babysit, which is fine by me, but I knew I would have to feed her little girls my cake because I had nothing else. At least she brought over some milk.
So, other than that, the only thing I'm confused about is if you can actually bring dogs to bootcamp, because I'm pretty sure you can't. But this one guy did. Also, something about lettuce. I think everyone got a head of lettuce with french dressing. Now I'm hungry.
And I haven't been to an aquarium or the ocean in a long long time, so I'm hoping I get to go again soon. Maybe even an island, but I'll settle for a lake or river.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Cats..
There never seems to be just one. There are always more.
Also, my house is never clean. I'm constantly going through stuff, and finding things I didn't even know I had. And a few things I thought I had lost, which is alright.
Whatever, I really need to write these things down as they happen, instead of remembering them days later and forgetting details.
Also, my house is never clean. I'm constantly going through stuff, and finding things I didn't even know I had. And a few things I thought I had lost, which is alright.
Whatever, I really need to write these things down as they happen, instead of remembering them days later and forgetting details.
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