A Curious Girl: Being twelve and being myself

I spend too much time online.

My site is now a little more navigable, now I've stuck the main links up the top. That's a relief :-) Although it kept going wrong today. It's quite amazing how much html I know now. Thank Lissa and that 'View, Source' function the browser has that Stephen showed me once.

Haven't done much today, as usual. I'm actually looking forward to going back to school. Nicky brought Jonathan 'round (and he is TALL) and we had a bit of a laugh for a little while. Funny how Nicky and I can revert back to being twelve again, with the added bonus that we don't annoy each other so much as we did then. She's sent me quite a lot of e-mails recently, which is nice as it's cool talking even over cyberspace. And Jonathan was a nice person even though I didn't talk to him much. And he was probably quite bewildered when I whispered into Nicky's ear... although she may have told him what I said :-)

Thanks Ian for signing my guestbook, I'll get back to you on the halogens, although I may just be all right if my Daddy helps me :-) I don't think it was ALL, that was just me exaggerating as usual.

I also got this great idea for a comedy sketch, only it involved making fun of sexual harrassment and I just couldn't do it because of the feminist side of me. I'll explain later. Other people have interests, I had to have issues!

Didn't I mention a dream I'd had? I'm pretty certain I said I'd tell you about it. Weee-ell, it was a dream about being in prison, and then being let out. I was kind of a popular person in this prison, and to prevent being away from my friends, I bought my cell and its key, and lived there with my friend. I had a badge marking me out as a 'princess'. Then one day my friend said to me, "You've been popular and a princess for so long, but you aren't acting like yourself anymore." I thought about this. I searched through my many badges and found the one with my name on it. It was broken and my surname had been cut short. The name didn't look familiar.

There were lots of other weird bits, foot-and-mouth and some farmer woman who looked like a foxhunter (dressed in red) caught me on her land and started offering me loads of advice instead of the anger I'd expected. And policemen chased me, as did some uniformed people from my school, only, for once, as is rare in my dreams I got away completely. I didn't wake up whilst I was still running.

I think the prison is meant to signify school. The buying of the cell signifies A-levels, the policemen chasing me are my teachers, because I could rightfully leave my cell only they were acting like I couldn't. The escaping from the uniform conforms with that too. I don't get the foxhunter at all. The Devil?? Maybe that's a bit harsh on foxhunters.

Dreams are so strange. Freud corrupts my mind.

We went to the Red House and I ate cajun chicken. It was gorgeous.

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