There's only one week left until I see Derren Brown. I did promise myself that I'd watch him every night for the next week but i'm afraid I might opt out and re-live my Indie 00's.

Last night I had another peculiar dream. I attended a college which was actually my old primary school. I was walking through the playground after college and I looked at my old friends and they looked at me for a moment of distain and then looked away again, passing by. I knew that wasn't right, I knew they were supposed to be waiting for me to catch the bus home. But still, I passed another few friends and they merely disaknowledged my presence. I was carrying a book, and it was written by a someone whom I wouldn't like to mention. Partially famous, a blog writer. Anyway the book was large, hardback and yellow. It had his name written through the middle on a diagonal line, across a picture of what I can only recall as being an animal, perhaps a rabbit. I started reading the back of the book, and the plot read that it was about a girl with an overwhelming hate for everybody, specifically the family with which she shares her house with. I could remember thinking it's bound to be an amazing book, and I opened it and started reading. Upon remembering it was time to go home, I clutched the book close to my chest (It was so large it used up all the space my arms could hold) and I walked through the playground once again. I hovered around where the bus was supposed to be before finally remembering that home was merely a small walk away. Thus I started walking. The end.

In other news I got some beautiful trousers for next week.



It wasn't those, but they were much like those. Another pair I got were slightly shorter, plain black, and with a cute skinny zip decorated at the front. All I need to get next Saturday are my brogues, and a bow tie top, then I will look acceptable for a theatre.