tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59407682011-04-21T20:20:57.226+01:00What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?Daffymoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122820438666970361noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940768.post-1141979183460488882006-03-10T08:20:00.000Z2006-03-10T08:26:23.470Z

I just got back from feeding the ducks! It was lots of fun though we did get weird looks from verious bus drivers and other such random silly people.For some reason I'm finding it really hard to sleep at sensible times.... mayb I think too much. Whatever the reason it's probably not a good thing and I should sort it out, but for now, a hot bath then some pro plus will do the trick.Chloe and Tom

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Artistic and maybe even a bit shallow, you belong to the clan of the Toredor. You have a keen eye for pretty things. The embrace is looked on as perserving all beautiful things for eternity. You are the sensual vampires that you hear people talk about that seduce to get what they want. This clan is the one thought of as being the spoiled sort who want to get what they want. However, you usually

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Does your name begin with S? For you, it is pleasure before business. You can be romanticallyidealistic to a fault and are capable of much sensuality. But you neverloose control of your emotions. Once you make the commitment you stick like glue. You could get jealous and possessive. You tend to be very selfish often regarding yourself as the only human being on the planet. You like being the

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I finally did some work. Not a fantastically huge amount - I'm about three quarters of the way through the evil smiley thing and I have the most irritating song in the world running through my head but it's ok! :DNo disasters.I have till monday 4.30 anyway.So onto happier more interesting things. Like pancakes. I just had the yummiest chocolate chip ones. They were all melty and nice. And warm

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Everything is so very very shiny today! Not entirely sure why but it doesn't really matter that much. I want to climb the magical mountain that lives down the road. It has snow on it and a huge pointy thing that looks interesting and worth investigating but I can't go, because I have LOTS of work all due in for monday, which I should be doing instead of writing this. That was a very. long.

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Wow! I haven't used this bloggy thing for a very long time.... but it's ok because hopefully nobody reads it anyway! I've just made a very shiny den.... and I'm about to make cookies. And then I've got to talk to Alex about things. I'm not feeling particularly talkative so that could be a problem. Apparently I've been subdued all day. Maybe, just maybe it's cos I had quite a big hangover this

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Well well well! Isn't life great? Actually. If we exist, it is. Like two threads. Good stuff and Bad stuff. Woven together making a day. Every day made of the same material. But we percieve it differently depending on our moods. And man, my moods are changing! I'm lost. Lost in Philosophy. Lost in Wonder, you could say! I'm questioning. And not just things like Sugar Puffs or Shreddies. But

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I did it.

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Well! This weekend.... so surreal. I went to the doctors on Saturday, and I finally know what's wrong, and it's not my fault, which is an incredible relief. I'm Bipolar. I guess I should have seen it coming- I'm someone who feels everything. Really deeply. I have wild swings from hot to cold, and it can happen within seconds. I'm not insane. This has been building up for ages, and breaking up

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The question of the day: Why are round balloons more popular than their elongated counterparts? When quite clearly, they are not nearly so interesting? The shame of it! I find it positively shocking that after all the hard work from the Balloonologists the magnificent inventions still fail to sell. How sad this must be. What sort of sadistic anti-ballooning person would create a long balloon

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I had a nice debate with Mop today.... on time. Poor guy ended up in a few little knots. *giggles* Bless him! My new book shall feature Martin Birks.... Oh how he will grin. And grin! I spent tonight in the Venue, the majority of it with Ickle, just talking, chilling, and relaxing together. It was good to be able to vent to someone who already knows everything that's going off. So I don't have to

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Life is so beautiful! Really. It is... Have you ever wondered about Time? The concept of it? Does it Exist? Or is it just something Abstract with no place in Reality? If it doesn't exist, why do our lives run around it? Why do we wish for more? Can we have more of nothing? Surely nothing is nothing? If there is more, would it not be something? What is a moment? Why do some seem to last

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ARGH! Man I am stressed.... Things at home just keep getting worse, it's like I can't sit down for a second without being asked to do something. Out of 7 nights I've been home for 3... possibly 4 if I manage tonight without going insane! Dear God... I guess if things were easier at school with some people things would be better? The Ice Queen wouldn't be freezing me with her evil glares then.

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Questions, questions, questions.... all the time. I can't escape them anymore than I can escape myself. I wake up and think. It hurts my head! I don't know what's going on inside me but it's wonderfully strange, and strangely wonderful. It's like I'm merging my dreams with my reality- but not in the sense that my dreams come true or my reality becomes a dream. It's like there is no longer a

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I was travelling back from touring Poland with my music group, and came up with this on the plane flight. It's kinda stuck with me now, it kept me going when I was incredibly low and felt like ending everything. Nothing is ever hopeless, we always have dreams, even when they seem shattered. Don't ever forget that. My 50 things 1) See the split between night and day 2) Watch a sunrise at

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Hey everyone! I started this blog as a way to vent really, so that you guys who know me well enough to understand can know what's going on, without me having to directly share. Because I hate being open. If there's anything you don't get just ask. Either note me on DeviantART, or if you're lucky enough to have my mobile number, give me a ring. I love you all! Name: Sarah Ruth Francis Nicknames:

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