I finally think I know where my sketchbook went.
If nobody has picked it up and threw it away, it's probably lying somewhere between my house and college.
What I remember is putting it on my car boot and then shoving my model in... but I do not remember chucking my sketchbook in my car too.
I reckon I drove off with it flying off my car.
I'm very annoyed now.
My building programme, bubble diagrams and all that shit is in there.
I have to re-do everything.
Even if I found it now, it won't be usable cause the rain and shine has probably started the rotting process.

Anyway, today was sensei's last class with us before she returns to Japan.
It's always tough to part but as my Dad harshly told me before "That's life, girl. Accept it"

I had the oddest dream last night, I was walking in this really lush, green forest and I spotted a green balloon floating around my head so I grabbed on to it and suddenly, it brought me up and up and up. Apparently, my fear of heights applies to my dreams as well cause I started yelling at the balloon to let me down while holding on for dear life.
Anyway, I floated over a lot of strange towns. One town was made entirely out of gold. One was in the shape of a rabbit (and I remembered a lot of pink in this one). There was a crooked clock tower standing alone in the river (Yes, IN the river) and the snow capped mountains had honey coloured snow instead of white. All of a sudden, a pterodectyle (spelling check?) sank it's claws into the balloon thus, popping it (and confetti flew all over) and I fell (in perfect slow motion).. and then I woke up to find a snowman staring at me. I nearly went 'GAHHH!' but it was just one of my snowmen.

It either means I've officially gone cuckoo or my head is demanding me to continue reading all my fairytales. I haven't read any of my favourites in a long time (Due to school and projects).

I remember my second sister telling me once that I should write down all my dreams. Somehow, my dreams always consist of unrealistic things. I think that's a reflection of my personality.. unrealistic.

I forgot to record another dream I had...
A coupla weeks ago, I revisited the circus. THE circus, the infamous one. The one where I entertained vampire babies, lost my head for an umbrella and where I got attacked by living chessclownmen.
This time round though, all I did was sit on a barrel outside a tent. I do remember feeling anxious and slighty terrified about something but I'm not too sure what.
It may be the continuation of the chessclownmen and that barrel was my hiding spot.
Anyway, the dream ended when I walked through a wall.
I'm completely serious. I'm beginning to wonder if I was a ghost in that dream.

Rye-chan... how's the psychology going? Your friend's sanity is slowly slipping away.