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★ PARTY TIME YOUTUBER! ★

Monday, January 2, 2012 ( 10:13 AM )

I think I have started 2012 pretty well. Listening to the Party Time Youtuber song and weird combinations of music like Latin + Rap.

You should click on those links and check out that cool music by Andrew and other Andrew.

I'm destined for a year of Intensive Youtube-ship.
I'll be in the intensive psych ward if you need me.
(DRY! OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! I BLAME YOU PARTY TIME YOUTUBER SONG!)

Anyways, I didn't actually write any resolutions for this year, looking at last year's resolutions made me feel too depressed. But, I've only missed out on one day so far, and I...probably wouldn't have accomplished much in 24 hours anyway, so here goes...resolutions for 2012!
1. Shut up when people tell me to.
2. Study. Like actually, study, not willing a photographic memory to suddenly be implanted into my brain 2 hours before the exam.
3. Write and Record the songs. Not just dream about them. WRITE THEM DOWN CHILD!
4. Stop being silly and depressed and induce sugar highs more often to prevent depressiveness this year.

That's it. I'm not going ot put stupid stuff like 'get off the computer and save the children in Africa' because it's totally unachievable, and I'll never stop Youtubing and Blogging. Nothing can stop me, unless my fingers get amputated or something, in which case I will turn to video blogging, and voice recognition on my computer.

Last night, I had the weirdest dream ever. Way to go 2012 dreams, you are no better than 2011's nightmares. Anyway, I dreamt my dad died, which was pretty freaky. It was weird because my stupid mind even fabricated an image of his corpse. *shivers*
And it was sort of like a supernatural/paranormal/extraterrestial murder mystery. Well, that's what I went through when I woke up. Ew. I don't want to go back to sleep if this is what my brain does to me.

So in my dream, we started in our Christchurch house, and my Dad went out in his trademark blue jacket to take out the rubbish. The only thing is...he went out the front door, when normally you take out the rubbish throught the back door...not to mention the back door was a million times closer. That was the last time he was alive in my dream O.o
Then, we cut across to my mum coming home from work, and she come through the back door?! When you come home through the front door! What was going on?!
So, even though these two scenes were adjacent to each other, I got that feeling time was passing, indefinately inbetween these two events. Finally, one day when Mum asked me to go outside to get ome eggs from the chickens (that was weird too, we've never had chickens before! Although we have talked about having them) I brought up the fact that we hadn't seen Dad in a while (seriously? I would have thought that I would have noticed before).

So we went out looking for him- all of us kids and Mum. So after a bit of discussing, we realised we hadn't seen Dad in a month (we were very unobservant in my dream.) It was night time, and we walked out on the streets looking for him, and then next thing you know we were on the roof, looking out into the back garden. Mum said "It's not like our house is super big or anything, we don't own a farm [at this point, the house magically transformed into a mix of 3 different houses, the back yard extended into one of our friend's yard (they own a farm) and all the surbuban houses became patchwork paddocks.] why can't we find him? "

So we hopped down from the roof, and then we found a pair of (brown-like cowboy movies) pants hanging from the fence? And this fence looked like the fence of one of our first ever rental properties, but the thing was...they were clearly not Dad's pants so it was completely irrelevant.

So then I ventured into our new garden extension (as mentioned in the last paragraph) and I saw a paper bag, and some white sticks, until I realised those sticks were in fact legs (my dad's legs are quite skinny in real life anyway, so it wasn't that bad for me to mistake them for sticks). So I lift this paper bag (a heavy duty red shopping bag) and dad's head fell out and hung midway from the floor. I didnt know if his neck was broken or anything, but his eyes! OMFG I HATE YOU BRAIN FOR CONJURING UP SUCH IMAGES! His eyes were glassy, but like frog eyes where the upper and lower eyelids crease up a little to produce a slit like eye, but they stared right at me, well into space but AT ME. AIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! IT WAS SO FREAKY!!!! WHY WAS THE CORPSE SO REALISTIC?!?!?!

I walked away, and went to tell mum I had found him, AND SUDDENLY OUR HOUSE HAD TRANSFORMED INTO THAT CREEPY DREAMLAND HOUSE THAT ALWAYS MAKES IT'S WAY INTO MY DREAMS WITH THE METAL GRATES ON THE DOORS (LIKE THE ONES YOU GET IN SINGAPORE!)! My mum didn't seem so concerned about this death, which made me think that maybe, he wasn't dead. I mean, he is skinny in real life. So I went out again and all my siblings were prodding him and laughing. IT WAS SO FREAKY!!!! And then I woke up.

I woke up first among all my sisters (we all share one room) and so it gave me a chance to ponder the meaning of the dream. I investigated the menaings and causes of his death? Judging from the state of his body, he had died quite recently (not yet decmposed) but not recent enough for resucitation (clearly past or before rigor mortis judging by the movement of his head D:). Why the heck was his head in a paper bag? It looked like a deliberate attempt at murder, because why the heck wouldn't he just come into the house otherwise? And what was he doing the whole month before?

Finally after a long bout of intensive thinking, I settled on the theory that he was abducted by Aliens.

*shivers*
My dad was alive and well when I got ot of bed. He was drinking tea. And he also said that dreams with death mean the person is going to have a new beginning, so I'll just keep that in mind and try not to think of other repulsive images.

Yea.

And one last thing- you really should listen to the Party Time Youtuber song.