Brunch with a bunch of people I don’t know tomorrow. This could be brilliant or a complete disaster, only time will tell.
Tune of le day:
Love & snapbacks
Tune of the day, because it’s wicked:
Stay with the all unknown
Stay away from the hooks
All the chances we took
I had another dream. This one was more random than disturbing, but confusing all the same.
I’m in the hallways of my old school, watching a boy that’s at the end of it. The hallways look like they are stretched into an infinity, and though I see the boy, the only thing I can decipher from the distance is that he has black hair and pale skin. Despite this, it’s apparent that I know who he is. Suddenly, although I skipped the actual lesson part, school’s finished and I’m sitting outside the classroom, wondering what the black-haired boy is up to. I see him standing with some other boys, which surprises me. For some reason I know that he doesn’t usually hang out with them. One moment, I’m looking at him from afar, and the next, I’m standing on a mountain with my friend, looking down at what appears to be our school yard. We’re looking down at a huge sandbox, where Courage the Cowardly Dog is being harassed by some shady looking boys. The boys leave and Courage switches shape, as he often does, to fill out the entire sandbox. He looks up at us and says: “I need your help”. I’m confused, but my friend has a plan. We go to the school café and, apparently, my task is to get four cups of hot cocoa. We don’t have much time, so as I’m fixing the drinks, my hands are shaking with the adrenaline. I try to balance the cups and rush to the exit, but I don’t get very far. The hot cocoa goes up in the ait as I trip and hit the floor with a loud thud. Everyone in the café starts laughing at me, and I notice that the black-haired boy, whose identity is still unknown, is there as well. For some reason, this makes me feel particularly glum. I’m sitting on the floor, feeling mortified, and when a girl, from the grade below mine, makes a snide remark, rage colors my vision red. I start shouting at her, calling her a “filthy brat” and a “five-year-old slag”. Harsh words, I know, but it was…dream-me, and not reality-me. Ahem. So, she looks at me with a horrified expression, tells me my head is glowing, and scurries off. I just sit there for a while, puzzled by her comment and in a daze from my sudden outburst. Then, the black-haired boy approaches me. His head is glowing too. He helps me up, and together we walk towards the exit of the café. He opens the door and the outside is just an incredibly bright light. Just as we’re about to enter it…I wake up.
I don’t really know what to make of it. I have so many questions: Who was the boy? Why was my head glowing? Did I die at the end? Why did Courage need help? Actually, the question should be: What was Courage the Cowardly Dog doing in my school in the first place? Oh, and the most important question: What was the plan that included four cups of hot cocoa? So many questions, yet not one with a reasonable answer.
Love & cartoons
Tune of the day, because it feels like it would suit rebel angels of this time. Perhaps this would be the soundtrack to one of their particularly mischievous acts, taken place during the darkest of hours with only the moon as a witness. Adrenaline rushing, the rush of doing something forbidden. Taking the night. Not a sound being heard apart from this song. This song and their illy suppressed giggles. The sound of liberated youth.
You start on the edge and you end on your own…
I’m currently reading one of the best series I’ve ever encountered, and felt like I had to mention it here, for the sake of humanity. What is the name of this, seemingly brilliant, series, you ask? Answer: The Gemma Doyle Trilogy. This might not tell you much about the story, but let me tell you – it’s of epic proportions. The book is about Gemma Doyle, a redheaded english girl who lives in India, that is forced to move to England and attend Spence Academy, a boarding school for girls, when she witnesses her mother face a horrible, yet mysterious, death. Although Gemma is devastated over her dear mother’s death, moving to England is what she has always wanted. At Spence, Gemma meets a couple of very interesting girls, Penelope, Ann and Felicity, who she later comes to form strong friendships with. This would be the life Gemma always dreamt of, if it weren’t for the strange things that are in the way. After her mother’s death, Gemma starts having visions, these suggest that the incident wasn’t of the conventional kind. Together with her friends, Gemma eventually finds out that her mother was a part of the Order, a group of women who preformed magic and manage the Realm, a secret world full of creatures that you’d normally only encounter in fairy-tales and possibilities you wouldn’t imagine. They also find out that Circe, a member of the order who’s gone bad, is trying to take over the world. and it’s the girls’ job to stop her. As if this wasn’t enough, Gemma finds out that it’s actually she who holds the power to the magic. The fate of mankind is essentially in the hands of her.
The books are called A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels, and The Sweet Far Thing, and are written by Libba Bray. I absolutely adore them, partly because they’re beautifully written, but mainly because they contain all of the themes I treasure in fiction: Secret societies, unrequited love, fantasy, magic, friendship, drama, adventure, alternate worlds and many more things…oh and one more thing, it takes place during the late nineteenth century. Yep, you heard right, it’s fantasy mixed with corsets and courting. This could easily turn into a mess, but if executed in the right way, it could be genius…which is exactly what these books are. Genius. I love it.
Love & emeralds