We were all standing in a big area with lots of covered stalls, like a market, but every table had different types of keyboards on it. I found a “2″ key, and took it from the keyboard, but then realised that because it was an ergonomic keyboard, and the keyboard of the bomb was just a normal old beige one, it wouldn’t fit. Everyone then started searching for a suitable keyboard to steal the key from. I finally found one that was similar, and stole the “2″ key, and some other keys as well (I have no idea why). Someone came up to me and told me to put the keys into a basket so that we could keep them afloat and swim out to the bomb, so I put all keys except the “2″ key in there. I said that it would be safer if I just held it myself.

We then ran down to the dock, and were searching for a place to dive in where there weren’t any rocks. As I was running up and down the dock, I saw a dead body lying on the ground. It had slashes all over it’s body where blood oozed out. I said “I can’t dive in here. I’m going further up.” I found a spot without rocks and jumped into the water, careful not to go too deep in case there were rocks i couldn’t see, or I had misjudged the depth. When I was in the water, I realised that there were lots of people who had been slashed just like the dead body on the dock, and they were all Sudanese refugees, all floating in the water around me. I saw a boat just beside the dock where the refugees were going and a man there would slash patterns onto their chests and abdomens as they tried to get on the boat.

Then I woke up.

I thought I’d write that down to remember it. I have a bad memory, but for some reason if I write something down, I will be more likely to remember it.

This week has been a tough week, especially with Tim being away. Work was busy with end-of-month, plus now learning Payroll and Super. It’s good that it’s a long weekend, because I really need the rest. I need to do a spring clean of my room, and do some laundry, and move the boxes out of the spare room that I put there with all these good intentions of going through them to figure out what I had and what I needed for when I eventually move out. It sounded like a relaxing Sunday afternoon task, something that I wouldn’t need to think a lot about, but then I got distracted by something and so it never got done.

I’m really good at procrastinating. I have all these grand plans of rearranging my room, putting away in boxes downstairs all the things I no longer use, the books I know I won’t read, and untangling all the cords under the computer desk and beside my bed. I hope that this does happen, but already this morning I’ve procrastinated by deciding that right now is the best time for me to write a blog (it’s been hard to get in the mood to write lately. I go with the flow, baby!), and also that I have to make a cool “spring clean” playlist in WMP that i can listen to while I clean. I really do need a playlist, it’s easier to keep going with cleaning if I am listening to awesome music.

I think I’ll also pause during the clean to read old notes kept in my “things to remember!” shoebox, and by looking through the photographs from our trip overseas, maybe finish off putting them in their photo album just because I think, “If i was really cleaning up, then EVERYTHING should be in order and finished”. I mean, it’s not like I don’t have the time. These are things that are good to do to keep me occupied, because looking through photos of our overseas trip makes me feel happy (but also nostalgic). I also need to write up the conglomerate of my diary from the trip. I’ve been meaning to do that for ages, but its such a big job :S.

I also need to update the graphic memes on istoletheinternets, and create a decent design for the site. I’m not a graphic designer, which makes it difficult, but Nathan did make me a banner to put up which I might try to use the design from for the header. Or something.

It’s good having Tim as part of my life, even though I miss him terribly. He’s in Scotland at the moment, and sent me this photo of a view from a hill a few days ago. He’s going to visit Loch Ness. Last week, Japanese scientists explaced… placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water. Sir Cort Godfrey of the Nessie Alliance summoned the help of Scotland’s local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and its local residents and all those who seek for the peaceful existence of our underwater ally. Lol. But seriously, Tim is such a generous, thoughtful, funny (either deliberately or accidentally) person. I hope he’s having an awesome time, but I can’t wait until he gets back.

Nathan is one of the smartest people I know. For real, and I work with a lot of doctors (though not the medical kind).

Plus, I find these Cyanide and Happiness comics amusing. Check them out.

Seriously.

I know that you can’t answer that question because I’m the only one sitting here, knowing how bored I am and feeling the boredom. I can tell you how bored I am but I’m kind of occupying myself at the moment so I’m not as bored now as I was a minute ago before I started this entry.

So, how boring is this entry?

Well, that’s difficult to answer too, since it’s only just starting out. At least I think it’s only just starting out, though if I ended it right here it would sort of not be just starting out, it would have pretty much been almost to the end right then. But now that I’ve written some more it’s more like halfway. So I’m confusing myself. And maybe people who can be bothered reading this. Who are you, by the way? Just thought I’d include you in this entry because people like being included in things.

A note from Chris in an old book:

“Fishermen kill fish everyday! Fuck off Fishermen!!”

“Good words:
* Cutlets
* funk
* advocado
* flippant
* heinous
* ruche”

“Panda bears everywhere like bananas”

“Your stupid u hair! FUCK”

Lauren found the book under the house I think, and just brought it in to show me because it was so random and weird. I got a message from Chris the other day saying “is your email address still (blahblahblah)?” I messaged back that it was, and he messaged that he was going to send an invitation. But I still haven’t got one. I’d like to invite him to birthday drinks.

From a fathers day card Ro & I made for dad (also found under the house by Lauren):

Dear dad,
I hope you have a great father’s day. Hey, they don’t call ‘em chats for nothin’, ya little potato.
Love Cassie

Dear Fatty
I want you to have a wonderfull Daddy’s Day this year unlike all your brothers.
Love Roseanna Brisbane

I also really like the pictures in the card, one of dad’s hands reaching out for a block of cadbury’s chocolate, one of a cityscape, and one of dad with this caption “Dad with his favourite haircut (bowl)”. Except that he’s been drawn with breasts. He looks like a woman. When you put all of that together, it’s really not a very nice Father’s day card. I guess we were hyper that day and just went crazy… we did that a lot. The front of the card has blue swirls all over it drawn in texta, and a heart and a star and “DAD” in big letters of red & black.

When I was younger I had a dream that dad was a piece of ham on the bench, and his eyes were spinning swirly things, like a psychiatrist would use to hypnotise you, and I was terrified that someone was going to come along and cut him up. And I was so upset because he was a piece of ham, and how can you stop someone from being a piece of ham once they are one? So anyway, it terrified me and I woke up crying. It was a really bad dream, and left me with a bad feeling and haunted me for weeks afterwards. I still feel slightly uneasy whenever I recall the memory.

We were going to go home for Easter, but now I don’t think I will. It might depress me. Seeing the house as it is in all it’s … what’s an antonym for glory that could be applied in that sentence? Well by saying that, you should know what I mean. It’s just… when I go back there it feels like everything’s shrinking around me. I dont know how to explain what I feel about it. I love the beach, I love the backyard and the sky and the leaves and the birds and the place in itself, I just don’t like seeing the house the way it is right now. It’s sad.

Anyway. I want to buy a keyboard for my laptop that has a numerical keypad, because I’m so much faster at typing numbers in on a numerical keyboard than by going to the ones in the row above qwertyyuiop. According to some standard that Nathan has set, I am a nerd. Requirements include: wearing glasses, using a computer every day (at least five hours – which isn’t difficult since I use one all day at work), reading books often, hating TV but watching TV shows on DVD, blogging, being too cheap to buy a wireless router. Blogging = nerd apparently. When I said that lots of people blog, he said a lot more people are becoming nerds.

Franz Ferdinand’s latest CD is awesome. As is The Strokes, but I’ve listened to it too much now and so I have to leave it for a while so I don’t start hating it, like you do if you constantly hear a song on the radio. Even if you like it after a while it starts to irritate you and it gets boring. But I hate most of the songs they play on the radio anyway. Pop music is irritating, and not because it’s popular, just because it’s shit. If someone wanted to torture me all they’d have to do is tie me to a chair and force me to listen to Jack Johnson, James Blunt, Pete Murray, josh kelley (why are they all the SAME????), or something like pussycat dolls or chingy or … just shit music. All that crappy RnB & HipHop and Rap they have in the charts at the moment that is not original or interesting at all. BORING.

Lauren has asked me what I want for my birthday. I’m still thinking about it, because at the moment I really don’t have any idea what I’d like. Apart from some cons, maybe chuck taylors.

God there’s a horrific garbage smell coming in through my window…

Okay, I guess I’ll go be bored again.

ahem.

Nightmare -

Mum had cancer (stomach). I said I would giver her my kidney, liver or even some of my stomach. Then I went to sleep in an operating theatre.

Before:
Lauren, Ro and I were at home with mum. Mum said that on the weekend she would be going away to a resort for a few days. Later, I asked Rosie where mum was. I thought she said “Marty’s” and I got annoyed at mum. Then Rosie said “No, not Marty’s, that place.” meaning the resort. Then we found out she wasn’t at a resort at all, but a hospital. (up to date.)

Next:

I was in a fair, or something, but I was a boy & was driving a car. (blank)

I saw myself, (as in the boy) and he looked extremely young.

I left, but as I was leaving, I was caught up in a big crowd all going the same way. Eventually, I got out. Other people tried to get out, but couldn’t.

I was now myself (girl) in a car park. I saw my car, which was actually mum’s, and walked towards it, but I got sidetracked for some reason. When I was back in the carpark, everything had changed and what I thought was mum’s car was actually a little white Barina. I considered waiting by the Barina to see if Chris or Josh came along, but then I thought that it could be anyone’s car, so I kept walking.

I had to leave the carpark to get to the other end of it, so i did. I ended up being in another carpark joined onto the previous one. I felt scared. I didn’t want to walk through the huge archway that separated the two carparks. There were big palm trees on either side of the entrance, and as I got closer to them, one of them dropped a coconut right next to me. I was scared that if I walked through the entrance, another one might fall and hit me on the head. Then some people came along, and one, a little girl, said that what had fallen was actually a large mango, not a coconut. She picked up the mango that had fallen near me and proceeded to peel and eat it, even though there were other more ripe ones on the ground nearby. I was encouraged to try one by people I couldn’t see, only hear. As I walked through the entrance, I hoped another mango would drop because the little girl had eaten the other one.
Dream fades at this point….

I am in the car with the people who were telling me to eat the mango, but this time I could see them as well as hear them. They were telling stories, and the little girl who had taken the mango wanted one of the men to tell her favourite story. The man she was asking told her that she could tell the story. She whispered back, embarrassed, that she couldn’t, and handed him a book of her story. Dream ends here.

Next I am on a bus or train to school, with Lauren and others. I am sitting in a normal seat while Lauren sits in the back seat with others. Then the people get off and there is room in the back seat. I go sit there with Josie and Lauren, each with a seat between us. Then, another, older girl from school comes up and asks if she can sit in the back too. I move over closer to Josie so she can get past me and sit next to the window, but she doesn’t want that. She wants one of our seats. She is a bitch and saunters off. She has a permanently confused or bothered expression. End dream here.

I am in Sarah Scurrah’s car, front passenger seat. She is telling me that her one hugest wish is to become an actor. I say “Really?” and she says “Of course!” like i should have already know that. I tell Sarah a joke and impersonate someone, and she tells me I should be an actor too. I say I don’t think I’d be any good, and she says what I just did was acting and it was really good. I say it was only a joke, and doesn’t count. She doesn’t argue.

End dreams for night!

Anyways, am feeling a bit muddled because of a dream I had last night. Can’t remember it very well… Basically it involved a helicopter, a weird place with lots of clothes, a big table with christmas food laid out on it (ham, chicken, salads, trifle…) and also shadows. Shadows of me and my sister’s roommate, Penny. weird… I seem to have quite a knack for interpreting other peoples dreams, but can never correctly figure out my own.

agh. It’s really hot today. Not as hot as yesterday, but it’s only 9:47am. Yesterday was soooo hot, because there was a Westerly breeze that brought with it all the flies from inland… I hate flies. My little sister, Rosie, and I went swimming in the pool across the road from our house. It’s owned by our friends Sue & Alan. The water was so nice, but rosie kept pushing me under the water, and saying “be my surfboard!” yeah right! she then said “Look at me cassie – I can be ocean girl!” and then proceeded to tell me I was her dolphin. She can be so annoyingly immature at times. All I wanted to do was have a refreshing swim. I wasn’t in the mood to play along with her little games. Dooop dooop dooopedy ay.

Anyways, might go for a swim today too. I’m glad I remembered to hang my swimmers out, cause I just can’t stand putting wet swimsuits on… ew. when I was younger I practically lived in my swimmers, I was such a little waterbaby. I guess I still am a waterbaby, but my main modes of transport (mum and dad) aren’t too interested in the fact that I still love to swim. Oh well, have to go get my L’s soon. Again. This time I’ll actually follow through and get my P’s as well ^_^

Oh and another thing. Went shopping yesterday, and asked at Crazy Clarks for an application form. Crazy clarks is a stupid store, but it’s the only place with nice people. The manager guy told me to bring in my resume next time I came in. I’ll see if dad is going in today. I’ll have to redo my resume though, because last time I wrote it up I was concentrating mainly on my clerical and journalistic (is that even a word?) experience… I didn’t include that I worked for dad at the door of the concerts he promoted, handling ticket sales etc… I think that would be more relevant than “twelve months work as junior correspondent/journalist for The Review”. yeah. ok. I’m off now ^_^