Then she did a dance I ain't never seen before

I had a dream that there was a screaming couple in my bedroom so I hid out in my own room that was crammed full of junk. It was like it used to be when I first claimed it. Who needs 2 spare rooms when you don't speak to your family and they never visit? I had blue wallpaper held up by tacks that held up most of the plaster. Slam the door and it still trickles down to my busted speakers. The giant old desk was propped up against the bed and I could barely move. I tried to tidy it up while the screaming got louder and louder and my stuff was hurled around in anger. My cousin with his terrible sideburns and robot knowledge crawled through the maze of paper and lace on the floor and kept trying to hold onto me. And it's all just gone, right now as I type this because the mail made such a noise coming through the letterbox and I've got to leave in an hour and I haven't done my hair yet. It is a mess and I always feel like I should pretty myself up a little for Kirsty simply because she is such a girl. I don't want her to despair. Like when she and another friend of mine tried to forcibly pluck my eyebrows.

I suppose I should eat something. And you know stop typing things as they come into my head because god knows that's not a good idea.

I should take my nail varnish off instead of picking at it. The colour is called Dancing Queen. I may have bought it because it was called that although Carnival Queen was also very tempting. Full of glitter though and that goes gunky. Ah fuck, I need to decide if I can be bothered wearing a skirt. And see if I have money. And eat something. And do my hair. And fuck. My dreams are getting so fucking detailed and so bloody boring. I'm bored being asleep and I wake up shattered. Not fair! Oh! and it was so weird I found a bunch of pictures of a film called Blowup that seemed awesome and then it was on tv last night! Like it knew I wanted to see it. I also found a film version of Kerouac's The Subterraneans which I have set to record but have since found out it is terrible. But still I shall watch. I must admit The Lonesome Traveler has some beautifully insane descriptions but there's no point to any of it. I like it but I can't read it when I'm sleepy, makes me dizzy.

Ok, ok I'm going. Look at me being social and normal and sensible and I am out of underwear I think. Bleh mornings.