Deep Throat

Tuesday 25; May, 1999

email ` gbook ` i-seek-you ` handwriting
Okay, yes. that’s right. Bright red. Why? Why not?

Where’s this entry taking you, Joanna? That’s a good question, actually. It should take y’all to http://www.gerihalliwell.co.uk . A top site for a really classy dame. Popstars was on again tonight. I love that show more and more every time. Rumour has it that Carly is shacking up with Peter Urlich now, and Joe is going out with Anthony, who writes their songs. But that is just according to Kate, who probably is npt the most reliable source of information, no matter what she might think. Sorry Sweetie.

Hmmmmmmm. I should probably stop making references to people in my journal, because it would appear that now I’m writing my journal more for others than for me. I mean, sure, I do enjoy putting on a show for everyone, but why pretend that it’s a journal? I can’t put my deepest thoughts in here, because too many people that I know read it. So hmmm. Maybe I’m feeling a tad disllusioned with the whole proccess. And at the same time, I want MORE and MORE and MORE readers. Just maybe not people I know.

I woke up today feeling ill ill ill. Sore throat seemed to dominate everything, so I decided to take a sick day, even though that meant missing my last mass comm lecture. Gosh darn it. But seriously, I probably should have gone, because I really haven’t been to many mass comm lectures, and I don’t think I’m doing very well in the subject at all. Oh well, we’ll see once I get my exam scores back. Just as long as I pass, that’s all that really matters.

Because I went back to sleep in the morning, I had two very vivid, very real dreams that had me very confused and slipping in and out of the real world/dream world. The first was nice, cos it was just like a replay of sleeping beside my man. Then I was at tech and like “oh shit, I didn’t say goodbye to him” before realising that I hadn’t gone to tech because I was sick. And then I woke up.

The second dream was kind of nasty, because I dreamt that my father and sister Anji died. It’s kinda hazy, but I remember in it I was at Unity Books, crying on the shoulder of one of the staff there (not Karen, strangely), when i got a page on my cellphone from someone in Christchurch, telling me how sorry they were that my dad had died, that he’d been a great man, and had helped them build a great bicycle camp. Go figure. Oh yeah, and the reason the cellphone paging thing must have come into it was because I would have subconciously heard the BEEP of Amy paging me. So there.

I have an essay due in on thursday, that I have yet to start. Also, Karen arrives here on Thursday night. YAY!

Okay, me outtie. But not the Outback. Because that’s hideous.

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