April 19 was the last journal i made. So now i'm updating it

FEATURE!!! these are two of my fwends in school! They've been drawing for about a year or two now i think

~she's been improving every single day!! it's amazing!! i want to start a manga project with her sometime^^

~she can't really post anything right now because she doesn't have a scanner i was thinking i could help her by taking her pictures, scanning them in, e-mailing them and then she can upload them from her computer and accout ETC.

I suggest you watch them!! They're really cool (and twilight fans bweheheheee....)
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Speaking of twilight, i'm on the 3rd book finally!! i got caught up in reading two other books after New Moon.

They were really good books, too!! The Summer King (O.R. Melling) and Valiant (Holly Black)

Valiant is really good, but totally messed up. I'd suggest your ead this only if you've had a heads up to the content by reading Tithe first. Tithe is the first book of the series.

But seriously! Valient was a huge jump from Tithe in content rating, i think. I thought the first book in the series was a little.... well, bad, i guess.... but the second book was like, " whoa O_O ok..... this is... awkward...." Especially the Never..... *cough cough*

But I've really grown to Fairy books and Vampire stories. ANything fantasy, really. It's like an obsession. I just want more more more!!!
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What is the weirdest dream you've ever had? I had a really interesting one just about two nights ago.

Weird dream because it targeted my emotions. I have never had a dream like this before. In my dream, every child has spark, or magic powers. But anyway, this is my dream. I won't tell it in much detail (although it will still be pretty long. I give you kudos if you actually read all of this)

I was some kind of dirty, dark street (but there were street lights on giving off a warm, orange glow. yet it was still somehow kind of creepy) where i was fighting some kind of gang with some mean looking men. They had guns too. I was trying to use my spark to rid of them, but they shot me twice in the side of my gut first.

It didn't hurt all too much. It felt like that burning feeling you get when you scrape your knee. And the wounds looked so fake! There wasn't even a trickle of blood.

Then all of a sudden an ambulance comes to my rescue (amazing they know where to find me) and the hauled my into their truck. When i got into the truck, it suddenly turned into a hospital. Weird, right?

There's a gap in my dream now, and i'm on those beds with the cold white sheets and they have me hooked up the big machine thingy. These two nurses take a needle and inject this clearish white liquid where the bullet wounds were (and i could see this stuff inside of me). Then they took a needle and stick it up my leg. Then one of the nurses say, "Inject some in her head, too."

Somehow i'm able to see the liquid moving into my forhead. Then they let me free and take me to a library resembling the one in my school. There were a couple of other kids there including one of my other friends (who's name we'll say is Carrol). I asked her, "What's going on? Why are there so many kids here?"

"I don't know," she said to me.

We talked about something but i don't really remember what. Then the librarian walks up to me and takes me to the white bed again (so apparently she's a nurse now?). SHe took out another needle with that weird mint green translucent liquid and inches it towards my face.

I resisted and demanded what that stuff was for. She gave me this dumbfounded look. Then this other girl (who i hate in my school because she's a creep. We'll call her Shelly) walks up to greet me. I asked what she wanted with me and if she had any clue what was going on.

This is when i find out that that liquid is to take away my "spark". I freak out and try to escape, but for some reason I can never run fast enough in my dreams.... I reached the library at about a door away in a hall that resembled my school, but the librarian had caught a hold of my arm and started dragging me back. I kept on yelling and screaming for someone to help, but nobody heard or did anything. I was so desperate for help that tears actually started coming out of my eyes like a river. Then Shelly sais, "take her to Mr. Navaho! (this isn't his real name, BTW)" then i'm pretty much dragged across the hall to my sixth grade math teacher. they leave me there, too.

He was actually somewhat sympathetic towards, me, but it didn't seem like he cared about by fate all that much. I demanded why they were trying to take away all the children's spark. He said that Shelly was behind this all. I asked why and he said that she didn't have spark. Of course, considering my rebellious attitude of a teenager, i try running away again when he grabs my arm and says he needs to take me back to the white bed to get more of that minty green stuff pumped into me.

I tried prying myself loose, and i tried to run away from his grip (which was painfully tight) and he dragged me to the library instead.

So then i met up with Carrol and told her that the people here were trying to take away our spark. We talked for a little bit before i ended the conversation and started pacing the library. I saw the librarian and started interrogating her. By doing this, i found out the reason she and Mr. Navaho were helping Shelly was because that was their daughter. (which is kind of awkward)

I tried to reason with her, but nothing seemed to work. She said she wanted what's best for her daughter and said i should get back to class (now all of a sudden class is in session???)

So i walked out of the library dragging my feet and hanging my head low as i walked to my orchestra room for Select Orchestra class. (orchestra, in case you didn't know, is Violin, Viola, Cello, and Bass) My eyes were really droopy from depression, i guess, and a took a seat. (for some reason, there were tons of electrical wires weeving around music stands and chairs)

Then my once-best-friend (we got into a conflict and now we're not really friends anymore. we never talk to each other anymore which hurts me because i still want to be her friend) walks up to me and asks if i'm ok. I look up startled by her suddenly worrying about me again and (i noticed my eyes were a little heavy with tears) said i was just fine. I wished i could have said more, too, but what to say?

Just before we were about to begin playing our instruments, i wake up.

It was a really weird dream that took me by surprise... now i want to base a story off of it OTL