My Perfect House/My Weird Mind

It would be big. Victorian style. With plants creeping up the old brick walls. Windows would be large to let in all the light from the two suns in the sky. The plants would have purple flowers and the brick a neutral colour. Large double doors mark the entrance. A staircase up that gradually widens as you go down. Two lions guard the entrance. Inside, the doors sigh happily as they open and close and I'd have my own depressed robot named Marvin.

Upstairs a grand piano would stand beside the window. The walls are wooden paneled on the bottom and wallpapered on the top. The wallpaper would be a damask pattern. The floors are oak boards, the living room would have a large fire, over which hangs a painting, around which are old photos of people I don't know. Book shelves would line the wall and a cat sleeps in the corner. The cat would be either grey striped or a black and white cow cat that I'd name Dr. Robert Oppenheimer. Zazzles for short. Two dogs would play outside, one called Brian that looks curiously like the dog of the same name in Family Guy and the other called Blondi which also resembles another dog, that of Hitler to be precise.

The kitchen is large. Spacious. Steel, glass, gloss and wood combine in a colour scheme I'm not yet sure of to create a kitchen like those in shiny magazines. Anderson's Fairy Tales rests on a coffee table in the living room. The staircase upstairs is opposite the door and sweeps up to the second floor. The steps are made of stone and the banisters are of black metal. The hallway is also flagged with stone. It's a square-ish room with archways leading to other rooms. I have a lone sheep in the garden. It bleets occasionally, lost but not moving in case it gets more lost. My garden has woodland streams running through it and is pretty darn magical. Mushrooms, toadstools, quivering rabbits, squirrels that scurry along branches, fish swimming apathetically in their ponds, bluebells with their heads bent trying to make music and climbing roses grappling up pillars whilst simultaneously flowering. Large trees look down at the scene with a knowing look. One tree has a house inside it and the tree complains of having a house inside it. I sit inside the tree house and pick an apple from a branch outside my makeshift window. My house lies not far from me, looking at me through it's windows. Both suns set and I crunch into my apple and go home while the sheep waits perpetually for its mother in my garden.

That's a 5 minute insight into my mind for you. You try to make sense of that while I go get an apple.

(My favourite part was the doors sighing happily as they open and close.)

21st March!

I can't motivate myself to sit down and study so I procrastinated for an entire 4 days. Only one more day left of my 5 day weekend.
I got an offer from Imperial College London to study Medicine in 2012 (yay!) conditional on getting A1, A1, A1, A2, B1, B1 in the Leaving and I'm just too drained to study! On top of that, I hate half the subjects I'm doing.

Complaining about small things aside, I just watched the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Read the book years ago, forgot how much I loved it. I vaguely remembered things like the depressed robot, a whale and a bowl of petunias falling from the sky, doors that sigh happily but I forgot where they came from and eventually concluded I dreamed them up. I now know I'm sane and they weren't figments of my imagination but rather figments of Douglas Adams' imagination.

Must get a Hepatitis B vaccination. Exciting.

Ate an orange. Exciting.

Going to go do scissor jumps now. Really exciting.

Badbye!