school tomorrow. kil me now. and my pumas haven't even come yet. what is wrong with the world?

i'll tell you what's wrong. yummy dreams don't come true. i dreamt that it was GCSE season in english school-land, and we had one day to do all over exams. (that's at least 10 in a day, by the way.) and there are timetables of the exams all over the school so you check when and where they are. first exam was latin, and i didn't know whether i needed to do it or not cos i've obviously forgotten that i haven't done in in two years.

anyway, i decided not to, and went on to check out the other exams. people who have clashes have special handwritten notes, telling them what to do. then i found my name. i knew that i had no clashes, cos i didn't in the actually GCSEs, so i read on. under the subject was "matt hales" and under the location was a station in a made up place whose name begins with D. his email was there as well. so i looked around and my form teacher (the best!) was like, "yeah, i found his email address." i gobsmackedly realised that i was supposed to do some interview for a school magazine, and i thought but i have nothing to ask him!

the rest of the dream was me travelling to the place beginning with D. i was in a coffee shop in a station and i had sll these books that were written by matt. connie was there too. we disscussed the thinnest book, one of those "choose your ending" ones, and i was like, "yeah, i've only read one of the endings." she said, "i don't understand this book."

then i saw matt walk past. i considered running up and asking him to sign the book, but i thought that i was going to see him again, so i can do that then.

i also remember getting a phone call from him. he had to get on a boat to get to the plce beginning with D. his wife was there as well and for some reason she had an indian accent and sounded like meera's mum.

and that was all i remembered. sorry if i bored you.

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