Less then perfect...

So I'm really not less confused than last night. I guess I'm kind of hormonal or something. Plus, this morning I woke up after a *w*e*i*r*d* dream

(in which I held a white mouse that actually was the king of a country to my chest and tried to not let him fall because I had to find him a home. And when I didn't I went to check up on the other kings who were a toad and a goose. They had made flashy houses in the shrubbings but they had to remain unseen! Then King White Mouse almost drowned and I was all "Oh, you're not dead, thank goodness you aren't dead!" Yeah my dreams are weird.)

and I realised I wasn't free from school after all! So by the time I had gotten to school I missed radio for the third time. Which means I can't pass that class anymore. Big fucking deal. I just don't seem to care anymore.

Tomorrow I'll have to do a presentation with Tjerk (you know, my best girlfriend ever!) but we didn't do shit about it yet. And we have to hand in a report with two face-to-face interviews and make a hand-out and tell blah about history, present and future, like I give a fuck.

What Mischa said about fashion designing has been brewing all night and I really find the idea attractive but I need to get my P first, because then I can streem in (yeah, sucky translation, I'm yo' momma!) in the second year. I'm just scared about moving again (which I can't because I'm in a two-year contract) and starting a new school. It's not that this one doesn't suck but I'm afraid I can't keep in touch with all my friends here.

But the main thing I've learnt about myself in this trimester is: don't make an appointment with me, becuase I won't come anyway.
That's not good.
Damn. I've becomen the person I've always hated.

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( I killed Grizz and stole his survey! )

Yes, still up!

I’m still awake and not really super tired either! It’s a miracle. My throat is a bit overslimed though but I ate a lot of fresh garlic to compensate.

This afternoon I spent in Utrecht, I bought fabric at the market. Three different kinds for a smashing sum of 48 pleuro’s. I bought 8 metres of black cloak fabric, three of green overdress fabric and two of ecru underdress fabric. (Just wait for the pictures if you want to see what I mean by that).
I started on the cloak as soon as I got home, ofcourse I couldn’t wait. I only need to do the hem at the bottom and it’s done. Already zig-zagged the entire lower seam because it’s tear-fabric. Nice and black and considerably good quality for market-stuff. The hem will be seven and a half metres long (about), and the closing buttons and the hood are already attached. I’m really getting good at making cloaks. I just can’t wait until I can start on the dress though.

I guess I’ll move towards bed now. I’ll rise early and then start on the hem of the cloak so I can wear it to school. Tomorrow Johnny will come over to watch Patch Adams. Last time I saw that movie I changed my view on life. Maybe this time it will figure stuff out for me.

Tommy and I were just giggling at the desk all night. It was great fun. We called eachother “Blonde” “Bimbo” and “Blonde Bimbo”.She was playing the sims and I was sewing. Ah yes. These are the days of our lives. Like sand through the hourglass and more of that soap-blah. Goodnight.