Better Late Than Never!

Merry Christmas! or as what I sent to most of my friends through a text message, “Messy Cristmas!”

Story of my life. Christmas was shite and I never want to do it again. It started with a row about I how I will never get anywhere in life without good grades and how I’ll never do what I want to do. As I sulked (cried) I was told to stop and that I would ruin Christmas. So I did.

Boxing Day was better seeing as my mum was only having a go at me behind my back and my entire family took it upon themselves to destory the little confidence I had left by constantly bringing up the nature in which I behaved at my 18th birthday party.  Everyone then complained that I didn’t eat. Truth is, I felt sick. Sick to be with the so called family. I needed out, so I stole bottle of whiskey and ran down the street. Then at 11pm at night in Hounslow West I sat under a lamp post and drank.

Life is great

The Scariest Dream Ever! (For Me!)

This is probably the scariest dream I have ever had and I remember it so vividly. It was my 18th birthday and loads of people had gathered in a 1st storey floor. I looked out the window and below me was a cobbled street and some sort of Victorian lampost. Suddenly in the mind of the room some girl starts to have a baby. Two doctors appear from behind a door and carry her downstairs. Everyone leaves and there is blood everywhere. My mum and some other woman starting sweeping up the blood. I go down some steps to see how the girl is doing. I can hear her screaming and I reach an empty room with two metal tables in the middle. I follow more steps downwards. I enter the room and the doctors uniforms are covered with blood. There is blood everywhere. The girl is still screaming. The doctors are trying to get her into some sort of birthing pool.

Somehow I back upstairs. I follow the steps down to the first room again. The metal tables have white sheets over them. I head down to the second room again. One doctor is there sitting alone. He looks at me and says, “I’m sorry, we couldn’t save her.” I head upstairs to the first room again. This time the white sheets are gone and the two bodies are lying on the metal tables. One was the girl, the other was a man. Suddenly they both jump into life and start crawling toward me. I scream. They crawl to the end of their beds and lay down again. I start running. I run upstairs and enter another room like the one before. I run through it up the stairs. The End! Weird huh?

How The Papers Killed Christmas

Sorry for the long gap. My mother decided to hide the boardband box again!!!

Now for the real reason of my post. When reading the “Metro” (Free London Transport newspaper) I found many articles destroying the theme of Christmas. Firstly they claimed,

“Santa could be risking serious illness due to his obesity, doctors warned yesterday.”

Then they said,

“Rudolph the reindeer’s red nose could be a result of in-breeding, scientists say. The species is inherently incestuous and female reindeer do not mind mating with their own father, brother or nephew… In-breeding could weaken the genetic strength of the Scandinavian herds, experts at the Norwegian University of Life Sciences warned.

Santa’s gonna die and Rudolph was a result of in-breeding! Next I’ll be hearing that the elves are actually midget sex slaves.

Weird Dream!

I suppose I have to mention my birthday on the 9th.

Now that’s done, lemme tell you about a dream I had. It was odd. Very odd.

It began with me waking up in my bed. I had had a dream and was determined to find out what it meant. Suddenly I was transported to a dark beach. A hunched women dressed in rags was sitting in the sand next to a camp fire. I sat down in front of her and explained I wanted to know what my dream meant. She said something and dug up the sand. There in the dug sand was messages. One had a huge heart with the name Danielle and someone, but she said this message was not for me. Then she pointed to the message that was for me. It read: “Baby. Baby. Baby. I’m sorry it had to come to this.”  Then my mum woke me up.

Weird, eh?

Icey Day, Passed Away.

Today, was cold. Not even the sun could penetrate the icy clouds surrounding my life. Trapped under this blanket of bitter coldness only left me feeling bitter. Normally I would cherish this weather as it is the only thing that makes me glad to be at home. Today was different. The cold had got to everyone else and made them cold towards me. It started with my mother and moved to my head of year to matron then back to the head of year then a friend then back to my mother and then onto my father. Hopefully tomorrow will be brighter to spare myself from the onslaught of others. If not, at least I will be happy.