right i had this dream last night and it was AWESOME

it had death and gangsters and spacestations and brain eating parasites in them. whoooooo.


imagine a telly where whenever you turned it on you could be IN the film? so sorta like a video game but more real. A bit lik ethe matrix but cooler and less nerdy :-S.

well yeah, in my dream I turn the telly on and I'm transported to this gangster fight and stuff and i save the day by killing all the badguys right? and then i go home to my house where the letter box is booby trapped and i manage to debug it and stuff, but i accidentally set my house on fire, which is ok because the brain-eating-uber-leaches that were left in my house are all killed. except for a few who mountarily latch on to some person and we have to pull them off, because the person it latches onto is some sort of super scientist who believes in this crazy thgeory of 'counter-chemistry' where some very fundmental rules of science are in-fact wrong and she hopes to rid the world of said misundertsandings. (this is where i get bored ad turn the telly off, science is DULL).


then when i turn it back on i somehow get put on this space station where the parasitey thingies are taking control of everyone. I think it was because they were being controlled by the gangsters because they wanted some plans n whatnot and i supposedly had the whereabouts of the said 'loot'. well yeah, some leachified people start torturing me for the whereabouts by simply punching me n stuff. Then a big fight breaks outand in the cafuffle i get free and start getting chased by all the leaches (theyre fast bastards). and the only way i can get them to stop is by destropying what we're protecting. so i get some of these hosepipes and and turn them on and they somehow destroy this stuff and the world is saved.

Then i realise that a large proportion of the people in the fight were people from my school. I find bentley who's feeling all glum and anoying. I ask him what's wrong and he goes into old 'Bentley depresso mode' and says to me:

'Oh nothig I'm just in a bad mood because we just got attcked by brain hungry parasites and we're on some sort of futuristic spacestation (which did i tell you was actually growing a star, which is obviously in highnsight what we destroyed with all the water because it bvlatently had the destructive power to kill everything.) he then adds OO LOOK A FERRARI' there was indeed a ferrari being hoisted up into the little space shuttle we were on, perhaps because i had been watching Miami Vice last night.

so yeah My dream, alot more happened but it's far too cool to tell you people and i need to do some revision so yeah how cool?

i think REALLY REALLY

I decided this evening that i should give my bebo blog some much needed and welll thought love. Then I decided, after looking at a blog written by the locally infamous Timothy Keith Richard Jones (silly middle names, he can't even play guitar) I was going to write a meaningful blog of proverbial proportions.
During one of those abismal Careers lessons Mrs Gane put us through in year 11 she claimed that we will not all be friends when we are growing up. With University separating us, and going off to meet new people and creating new links will weaken the ones we have already made with the people we know now.
Surely however, with the inventions of Myspace and this bebo malarky, we can't all keep in contact with one another? supplying a strengthened lifeline to the friendship people have of one another? or will it still be the same? Will we go off in Septemeber and forget each other and not see, hear or even contact one another again. I'd certainly like to find out. With the friends I've made since i started Bournside, in school and out of school, I'm going to miss every one of you if there will be a ti,e when we do not communicate any more.

Much love

well, that was deep