How this is going to work, I have no idea. I’m just checking if it works right now. Wish me luck !! ♥

Merry Christmas for Saturday. I hope everyone had a good time, spending it with those they love the most. I had less presents than I normally would, but thats okay. I got a Laptop finally. Its my brothers old one, and its like the one I had that died, but this one actually still has its original charger. I also got other things that dont really equate to the awesomeness of the laptop. Except this one present...



Yeah, A Six foot Edward Cullen cut-out. Haha. My mum said I'd know what it was as soon as I saw the box, but I hadn't the foggiest. We had a lot of food for christmas, and now we're living on leftover left overs. Its not that nice. This is the time where I'd gladly swap a tub of pringles for a salad. But then again, Ive always loved my fruit, veg and salad.

So, New years. Last year I spent it with Rebecca, and this year It shall be the same. Except this year we've got Lizzie too! Yay. Last year we dailyboothed, got my dad to order a takeaway for us from my house to be delivered to Becca's dad's and googled the lyrics to that new years song.... Haha.

Resolutions? .... Will I even stick to them? Did I acheive last years?

Last years resloutions:
1: Find a Job ------ Thats a big fat no.
2: Work harder at school ------- I dont know, I doubt it though
3: Sort Procrastination out ----- definatly not. Im still procrastinating
4: Less Chatroll ---- Yup. I used to be on it all the time. Now, hardly ever.
5: Keep up to date with my diary ----- I guess this blog helps with that. Yes?

So, Two out of five I acheived. Thats not too good, is it?

This years?
1: A-levels atleast D's in all subjects. C's would be better, but be realistic.
2: Get a Job
3: Read at least Ten books.
4: Continue to blog.
5: Less time on internet.

You know, my mum told me that I need to find a job as soon as possible. I told her that I can't do school and a job at the same time because I'm struggling with school on its own as it is, but she wouldnt listen. It was all "Thomas applied online" and "I lose £200 a month when you finish school, you'll have to make it up" I'm seventeen! I dont want these kind of pressures on me! I'm surpised ive been able to cope with this for as long as I have. I was near crying point in the back of the car when we had this discussion. My mum just doesnt understand. I was all "Just because Thomas can do this and that doesnt mean I can. Individual differences and everything"... She didnt give a flying fuck about what I had to say, she's just concerned that she wont have enough money for her smoking habit after I leave school.
I prehaps made a mistake by saying "You'd rather just not get a job yourself and live off Dad's money for the rest of your life" On the brighter side, Im so proud of my brother right now. He's quitting smoking at the moment. Two weeks without a cigarette.

On the less brighter side, I have a lot of psychology revision to do. 28th January, exactly a month from today, I have the exam. I havent started revising yet, and that makes me stressed and upset, like I am now. The other things happening right now just add to that stress, and I get more upset. Im getting near to one of those times where I just sit crying from being stressed out by everything for a few days. Its a really depressing time, and its like im bi-polar or something. Lets hope its just one of those days, as I keep telling myself. Tomorrow, a new day, I'll be fine.


Atleast I hope so.




♥ ♥

I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to clear the haze, to see Jacksons face above me. He smiled down at me. "Sorry, I tried to carry you home without waking you up."
"It's okay" I said, holding onto his neck so I didn’t fall. He didn’t stop to put me down, so I leant my head against his chest and he chuckled lightly.
"Comfy?" He asked.
"Comfier than Ben's sofa. I think Sam stashed playboy magazines under the cushions. It was lumpy." Jackson Laughed, and I heard Ben beside us laughing too.
"Sound's about right." Ben said, opening the door to the apartment. Jackson carried me in and put me down on the sofa, pulling the blankets over me.
"Night, Vick" He smiled down at me, hovering for a few seconds and then went to leave. I coughed to get his attention, sitting up. He chuckled. "What?"
"Where's my hug?" I said, smiling and opening my arms. He came back over and leant down, wrapping his arms around me, as I did the same. When he stood up again, he smiled and kissed my forehead, before going to his room.
"Night Vick." He repeated when he got to the door, and then disappeared, closing the door behind him. Ben waved and I waved back, laughing lightly. I changed into Jackson's sweats and shirt before curling back up on the sofa.

The lights were all off, it was after midnight, and I sat staring out of the window, up at the moon.
"What’s happening? Why all of this now? What reason?" I whispered, before looking over at Jackson's door. I got up and crept over to it. I pressed my ear against the door and heard nothing. I don't know what came over me, but I slowly opened the door and peeked in. He was asleep. I smiled. He was so cute. Cuter than when he played Nick Fiske in Beautiful People. Cuter than Jasper and Alice. I snuck in and slowly, carefully, sat at the end of his bed. He was breathing evenly, and I watched him like this for about five minutes when I thought to myself.
'What am I doing? I'm like a stalker! It’s crazy. I'm like a female version of Edward, except not a vampire. Get out now, before he wakes up"
I stood up slowly and walked back over to the door. Just as I got to the door, I heard something behind me. I looked. Jackson was sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow, rubbing his eye with the other hand, looking at me.
"Vicky? What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. Sorry. Go back to sleep."
"Come here" He said, sitting up properly now and waving his arm, indicating for me to go over to him.

I ran my hand through my hair as I walked back over to the bed. Was he worried about me?
"Come on, Vick." He smiled sleepily, pulling the covers back for me to climb in. I stood for a few more seconds, staring at him, and then I climbed in, getting comfy. I lay down next to him and he pulled the cover over me and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.
"You sure you’re okay?" He asked. I nodded, speechless. I got comfy, curling up next to him and smiling at him.
"Thanks, Jackson."
"Call me Jay." He smiled, closing his eyes and holding me close to him, as if he could protect me to any bad dreams he thought I might be having.
"Thanks Jay" I said, smiling as I got comfortable in his arms, closing my eyes.
"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod" I squealed. Becca laughed.
"What!?"
"I’m... Asleep. In his bed!" I squealed excitedly.
"Oh god, you didn’t did you? 'Cos technically, you’re only eight."
We laughed.
"No, of course not. He thought I had a bad dream. He's so sweet! If it’s possible to fall even more in love with him, I just did." I grinned.

"You’re going to have to start figuring out how long it is youre here for each time." Becca said.
"You work on that too. We'll figure out the whole time thing sooner or later." I nodded.
"And, How the heck you’re doing this?"
"It seems like I'm still there when I'm here. Do you know what I mean? This is pretty confusing for me" I giggled.
"Yeah. Like, you go poof here, but there, you’re just asleep" She nodded. "Maybe... Close your eyes, Vicky." I did as she said.
"And this is in aid of what exactly?" I could feel arms around me. My cheek warmed up. I opened my eyes.
"That." She grinned.
"I can feel what I feel there. He's still got his arms around me." I squealed.
"Try again." Becca said, leaning back on her pillow, pulling elphy into her lap. I close my eyes. His arms were still there, my cheek was still warm. I opened my eyes and raised my eyebrows at Rebecca.
"What?" She asked. I rubbed my forehead. "He kissed you in your sleep. Adorable!" She laughed.

"Poof. Have fun." Becca laughed. I could hear it getting fainter until I couldnt hear her at all. Jackson still had his arms around me. My cheek was warm, like I had felt. My head was on his chest. I was curled up on his side. I smiled, opening my eyes slowly to see the light in the window. I sat up and looked down at Jackson and his eyes were closed. How had he kissed my forehead? When had he?
"Jay?" I whispered. His eyes shot open and I almost had a heart attack. "God don't do that" I said, hitting hit stomach lightly. He chuckled.
"Sorry. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just wondering if you were awake, is all." I said, smiling down at him.

Ben and Jackson got ready for lesson’s and headed out of the apartment. I was back on the sofa, television on mute and eating a slice of toast. I was watching the weather, thinking. I brushed the crumbs off my hands and got up, taking my plate over to the kitchen sink. I raised my eyebrow, looking at all the mess. Boys. I spent about an hour washing all the dirty dishes and then another ten minutes finding where things belonged.
I looked at the clock as I made my way back over to the sofa. An hour to kill. I closed my eyes.
“Figured it out yet?” I asked. Becca jumped.
“Geezus… and no. Have you?” She asked.
"No. It would be easier if I slept at the right times...." I replied.
“I agree, I would be a lot easier that way. You sleep too much, anyway.” Becca she said
“Do not” I rolled my eyes. Hearing a noise, I looked toward the wardrobe. “Okay, I’ll sleep for twelve hours and stay awake for that too.” I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt a soft warm breeze and, opening my eyes again, I saw Ben G looking down at me.
“Ben was right, you do sleep a lot.” He said, chuckling, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.

"You washed up?" I heard Ben J say from the general direction of the sink.
"Yes. because I'm guessing nobody would have done it otherwise." I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks, Vick!" he grinned at me. I coughed, inhaling a puff of smoke. I shot a look at Ben G and he took a step back. Jackson chuckled from the door, taking his shoes off.
"Sorry, I've been craving for a smoke all day." Ben said, smiling and flicking ash into an ashtray on the windowsill.
"You should really quit that you know. It'll damage your lungs. And, It's isnt cool to smoke, either." I started my mini-lecture. My Mum had always smoked, and it had always bothered me. I didnt want to see these guys getting ill because of smoking. Heck, I didnt want them getting ill full stop. After being here for only two or three days, they felt like my best friends.
"Yeah, yeah. Thats what my Mom told me. I don't care." Ben G said, rolling his eyes and taking another drag.
"Please, at least work on quitting?" I said, looking down at the floor.
"Whatever. I'll think about it."

In three days, it will be christmas eve. In four, christmas. Five, boxing day. And then christmas will be over. We'll be left with presents that we either love, or don't intend on ever using. I have my laptop, and with that, I intend on keeping a promise in three days. I dont remember how far back I made this promise, but S and I shall be Skypeing. SHALL! It will happen. I made this promise with the intent of keeping it. So, Ha!

I will post on christmas all the things and people I am thankful for in my life, because after those presents, youre still left with what you had. The same people in your life that you can't do without.

This weekend, I went to Pewsey to visit Becca and I was meant to get home but I missed my bus watching Eclipse for the second time in two days. Whoops. Plus, the snow was gay. Did I mention I went without telling my parents, and I didnt tell them I couldnt get home either. Double whoops.

I accidentily saw that my Mum got me a Doctor Who 2011 annual. She left it on a piece of paper in the livingroom. I sat down, went to move it and glanced at it. Triple whoops. December aint goin' too well, is it? Oh, speaking like that reminds me! That Time Jumper thang. I think I should be like "Time Jumper: Jackson Rathbone"..... That way, I could make more with different people. The possibilities! I could have Becca going back in time and meeting Scott Pattinson! ... If I knew how to write Scott. Or It could just be me going back and meeting famous people. I could ruin Justin Bieber! *Evil laugh* Now we're talking. Haha

I will post the next part of it next time I post. *Nods lots*

'Til next time. Merry Christmas! ♥

I ended up back on the sofa, curled up again and watching some television. I drank my water and refilled it twice by the time it was twelve, and flicked through the news channels. 2001. Why was this bothering me? What happened in 2001? I tried to think, but I couldn't remember. It may be now, and I may be seventeen, but it was technically nine years ago, and I was eight. Does that mean there's a twenty six year old me walking around in 2001, along with the seventeen year old me? Wait. Oh this was too confusing. My head started to hurt a little, again, so I muted the television and closed my eyes.
"Stop disappearing!" Becca said.
"I can't help it," I said, staring at her laptop. "I don't think I should read that." I looked away.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know, but it's kind of cool. I'm in 2001!"
"I noticed" she said, pointing at the laptop.
"Hey, Google the important events of 2001. I can't remember. The date's the eleventh of July."
"Don't disappear on me. One second you’re here, the next you’re not."
"I've been at Jackson's place all morning."
"Well, apparently hours for you is minutes for me here. Or something like that. Ah, here. 2001. We should have remembered this one. 2001 is when...."

I opened my eyes, groaning.
"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" Ben chuckled as I sat up.
"I'm good. I'm good. Honest"
"Hungry? I hope you like pizza" Jackson said, sitting next to me on the sofa and putting the box on the table in front.
"I'll eat most things" I grinned as he opened the box to reveal a pepperoni pizza.
"I've washed my hands." He said, picking up a slice and giving it to me, chuckling lightly. Ben sat next to Jackson and pulled a slice out of the box too.
"Thank you, Kind sir." I laughed lightly, taking the slice and biting into it. I was pretty hungry.
After eating the entire pizza between us in less than half an hour, Ben looked at me.
"How long do you need to stay, Vick?"
"Need?" I asked
"I mean, we won’t be here forever. I'm sure we can work things out, but after we graduate, you won't have a place to stay." He said, looking a little concerned, maybe.
"I'll figure something out, don’t worry." I smiled reassuringly.
"You can stay with us as long as you want. You're no trouble at all. You just sleep a lot" Jackson chuckled, poking my side.
"We're going to need to get her some clothes, Jay." Ben said, looking at my outfit. I was still wearing Jacksons 'sweats' and shirt. Which I entirely did not mind.

"Ben G. will have money for her clothes. We'll just have to promise he'll get something out of it" Ben said.
"No way. From how that sounds, you won’t be promising this Benjy guy anything." I said, holding my hands up. Ben and Jay were.... shocked for a few seconds, I dont know, but then they laughed.
"Not like that. and its Ben.... G. Not Benjy." Ben explained.
"Anyway, I don't want you wasting money on me. You letting me stay here is kind enough."
"Wait, didn’t Kelly leave some of her clothes here last time she visited, when she was driving through town to go to that art exhibition." Ben said, looking at Jackson, completely ignoring my statement.
Jackson headed for his bedroom, and Ben followed, looking back at me for a few seconds. I took that as a "You should follow" so I got up and did so. Walking into Jackson's room, I couldn’t help but continue my internal swooning. Guitar on its stand in the corner, big bed in the middle, window seat, closet and drawer. And it smelt nice.
"What size clothes are you?" Ben asked, looking at a label of a shirt Jackson had thrown at him.

"You can't ask her that, Ben." Jackson said, looking at him and walking over to me with a pair of jeans.
"Sorry." Ben mumbled, picking up another shirt. "These are fourteens, just saying."
"Aren't American and British sizes a little different?" I asked, taking the jeans from Jackson and smiling.
"Just try and see, Babe." Ben grinned at me. I raised my eyebrow. Jackson looked at him the same way and we laughed lightly.
I took, overall, two pairs of jeans, a pair of leggings and four shirts with me into the bathroom to try on. They all fit me, thank goodness. I came out in the leggings and the long blue shirt. I pulled my black woolly boots on, the one's I'd come here wearing, and looked around to Jackson and Ben, who we're looking at me.
"So, Four pm. What should we go do?" I smiled. There was a slight pause until Jackson said something.
"Let's go see Ben G. Show him our new room mate, and have a bit of a music session, I wrote a few more songs last weekend." He chuckled a little, grinning. His face looked childishly cuter than the twenty six year old Jackson I was used to staring at on my wall, but he was still there.

"So, this is Vick" Ben G. smiled at me. We were at his apartment, and his friend Sam was passed out in his bedroom.
"So, this is Graupner," I laughed lightly. "Nice to meet you."
I watched as Jackson sat down on the sofa with his guitar, before he strummed a few chords. Ben J pulled out a keyboard and, as Ben G walked over to sit at his drums, I sat at the end of the sofa, watching Jackson. Swoon inside moment.
"Rehearse the first song, and then I'll show you what I wrote last weekend." Jackson said to the two Ben's, before looking at me and smiling. "You okay with this, yeah?"
"Of course. I'm watching a soon to be famous band! " I said. Whoops. Luckily, Jackson took it as a compliment and chuckled, started to play his guitar. Ohgod. The keyboard and drums kicked in, and I tried my hardest not to giggle in fan girl proportions.
"The problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you the problem with this world, It's an ugly one, and you’re an ugly girl" They sang. I mimed. Then I stopped myself. I'd never heard this song before. Or atleast I shouldn’t have. The worst thing? I had some of their songs on my phone! I'd have to delete before they found them, or god knows what would happen.

Jackson, Ben J and Ben G were playing Keep Awake now. Well, they were learning it. Bad thing was I couldn’t help but sing along after the first few ones, because the lyrics are the same over and over, and I knew the song anyway.
"'Cos I’m in the kitchen with a knife that’s itching for your red blood on those white sheets"
"Someone has disturbing dreams at night." Ben J and Ben G were commenting, laughing about it. Jackson laughed too.
"I would have written a new song today, but I slept well last night, so no freaky dreams for inspiration."
"Writing songs isn’t that hard though, right?" I asked Jackson. He smiled at me.
"It can be. But if you just write down your feelings, then you'll find it comes out easily."
"Oh, calm down, they're having a moment." Ben G said, laughing.
"Shut up, Ben" the other Ben said, chuckling.
"Go see if Sam's still alive" Jackson chuckled. Ben G thought that was a good idea, so did so.

Around eleven pm, I started to get sleepy, but Jackson, Ben and Ben, and now Sam, were all practising song. I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes, listening to the strumming of guitar strings.
"Back again, are we?" Becca said, smiling at me.
"Getting used to this a little. I've sorta figured that when I fall asleep in 2001, I appear back here, but when I wake up in 2001, I disappear from here."
"You said it was July the eleventh?" She asked.
"Yeah. Almost July twelve now."
"Okay, so, You're an idiot for not remembering 2001 was when September the eleventh happened. You better not go anywhere near that, or tell anyone. Who knows what you do if you change things in the past."
"Oh god. I have to keep quiet about one of the worst things to ever happen? I could stop it and be a hero!"
"What would you say? Oh, Hi, I’m from the future, I know, it’s confusing me too, but you have to believe me when I say a plane's going to hit those twin towers in New York." She laughed.
I shook my head, laughing lightly. Then I frowned.
"That’s weird."
"What?" Rebecca said, a little worry crossing her face.
"I can feel arms around-"

I've been writing constantly for the past few hours. It's my dream! Jackson Rathbone. ♥ I'm posting it here for fun. Read if you want. It's not finished. Here's the first part.
I have twice as much as this down, but yeah, enjoy!

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And that's when I saw him. Jackson Rathbone. But, he was younger. How could that be? I rubbed my head, after I must have hit it on the pavement or something. The last thing I remembered was a tree, and then I don't know. But here I was, laying on the ground and gawking at a guy across the street like an idiot. This wasnt any ordinary guy though. This was Monroe Jackson Rathbone, an actor I have been crushing on for the passed three years.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone on the other side of me say. I looked up to see a guy with one of those hats that gangsters in pinstripped suits should be wearing or something.
"I don't even know." I said, sitting up, still rubbing my head.
"British, nice. Im Ben" He grinned, offering me his hand. Then I really looked at him, after he helped me stand up. I stared at him. I knew him from somewhere. Ben. Ben. OhGod. He's in Jacksons Band. There were two Bens in 100 monkeys, though, right?
"and you are...?"
"Vicky. Where am I? I don't even..."
"Michigan. Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down or something?"
"No, no...I'm fine....Really" I said, shaking my head a lot, not exactly helping. Ben held on to my elbow and slowly made me walk across the road. OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd. I think I started to sick at that point.

After explaining how he'd found me, while I stood gawking in complete silence, Ben smiled at me, while Jackson held his hand out. I slowly took it.
"I'm Jackson, Ma'am." He smiled, shaking my hand and then letting go. I smiled, trying to not giggle nervously. HeIsSoDangSexyInPerson. "Ben, I think we go inside and get her some water. She don't look a hundred percent." I smiled, most likely looking like an idiot.
The both helped me into the building and sat me down on a table. Ben went to get me some water, leaving me alone with Jackson. I was busy trying not to faint as he sat across from me, his eyes not leaving me. He was most likely making sure I didnt faint too.
"I've never seen a library quite like this one before" I said, trying to say something that made at least some sense.
"Welcome to Interlochen Arts Academy, Michigan, Vick." He smiled. I looked to the side of the table to see a newspaper. I looked at the date and my jaw almost hit the floor. July 10th 2001.
"That can't be possible." I said, grabbing the paper and staring at the date as if it would magically change. "No way. Im dreaming. Im not even here" I laughed like I was mental. Ben put down the glass of water next to me and sat down.
"What's the matter?" Jackson asked.

"This doesnt make sense. Somebody pinch me to make sure I'm awake..." Ben promptly pinched my arm, and I pulled my arm away from him, rubbing it. "Oww. That hurt." I frowned.
Jackson chuckled, and I couldnt help but laugh lightly.
"You did ask for it."
"What's the matter with you? Have you got heat stroke or something? Drink" Ben pushed the water over to me, and I picked it up, sipping it, noticing that Jackson was still looking at me. I put the drink down.
"Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just pretty certian it isn't 2001. Let alone July!" I shook my head.
"Oh yeah, Last year of high school, and then we're getting out of here." Ben said, bumping fists with Jackson.
"Yup, Im going to be off to the Royal Scottish Academy after graduation." Jackson grinned. His hair was all short. It was cute, but it was strange seeing him this young. I had, by this point, concluded that I must be having one of those lucid.. or vivid dreams.
"What im saying is, the last time I looked at my phone, it said 2010. December."
"Maybe you set the time wrong." Ben chuckled.
"Im pretty sure I didn't, doofus." I said, rolling my eyes. Jackson chuckled while Ben stared at me.

"How hard did you hit your head?" Ben asked, tapping my skull. I frowned at him. The only thought running through my head at that point though was 'Lol, Jake says that in New Moon' and then I looked at Jackson and smiled foolishly.
"Okay, So if all of this is real, then, I probally should stay calm until it sorts itself out, right?"
"Dude, This girl needs to go to a mental institude." Ben said, point at me and looking at Jackson.
"It's rude to point, Mr Johnson." I said, looking at him and raising my eyebrow.
"Okay then" He said, sliding away from me a little. "How do you know my name is Ben Johnson?" Whoops.
"You told me." I lied.
"Sure I did...." He said. Jackson was too busy laughing quietly.
"Do you remember what happened yet, Vick?" He asked, chuckling lightly and smiling at me.
Time to lie to save my bacon from lockdown in a padded cell.
"Yeah, A little. My dad kicked me out and I just.. walked. I don't remember how I got to America though, let alone Michigan." I shrugged, hoping I was being believable.
"Oh, Thats rough. Sorry." He said, smiling appologetically.
"Happens, I guess." I shrugged.

After deciding I must be tired, Jackson and Ben, who apparently shared a room at the Michigan boarding school of arts, very kindly, and unexpectedly, offered to let me sleep there. I didnt know where else I would go, seeing that If I went home, who knows what trouble would happen. I might be walking home to an eight year old me. And my mum would wonder who the heck I was. So, that option was a big fat no. Jackson gave me a pair of his "Sweats" as he called them, and an old shirt of his, to change into. I was internally swooning, but keeping my cool, as I went to get changed in the bathroom. I could hear Ben and Jackson discussing whether it would be alright for me to sleep on the "couch" or not. Halfway through their mini argument, I walked back in, putting my clothes in a neat pile at the bottom of the sofa and sat on it.
"Here will be fine, Guys." I smiled, curling my legs under me, leaning against the arm. "Thanks for letting me stay here, I don't know where I would have gone otherwise."
"Its fine" They both smiled and I laughed lightly. Ben threw a blanket at me and I pulled it over me with a thank you. I looked at the clock. Nine in the evening. Jackson went to sit at his desk, to read a book, maybe studying for an exam or something, and Ben went to lay down on his bed, writing and scribbling things into a book. I pulled my jeans up to me and looked through the pockets to see if I still had anything. I looked up to make sure nobody was watching, and pulled out a twenty pound note, which would be useless, some headphones, cherry chapstick and my phone. My phone could pose problems. It had no signal, it wasn't even invented yet. Did they even have touch screen in 2001? I dont think so.

I slide the phone, turned off, back into my jeans pocket and put them back on the floor. My paranoia told me I'd have to keep it hidden, or prepare for questions. I laid out on the sofa, getting comfy and looked over at Jackson, reading at his desk. As a seventeen year old, studying to graduate, he looked completely different from the whole Twilight actor, singer person that I'd seen on the television and on the internet. I smiled and closed my eyes, falling asleep, maybe to wake up from this weird moment.
"Vicky, What the hell?" I heard a voice.
"What, Becca? What did I do now?" I replied, without thinking.
"You just disappeared. And now youre back. And it's weird." My best friend was sat on her bed, and I was sat on the matress next to it.
"What? Youre going to have to explain, Im confused. I had this dream about meeting Jackson Rathbone and..."
"It wasnt a dream, Vicky. You disappeared, and found this in my emails" She said, turning elphy around (She named her laptop, dont diss, she's cool)
"I wrote this when!?" Seeing the date first.
"Exactly what I thought. You timed the email from your ninth birthday"

"Vicky?" I heard Becca say faintly.
I blinked a few times, waking up. I sat up and looked around. I was back in Jacksons apartment. I rubbed my head. God was I confused.
"Morning sleepy head. Thought you'd never wake up" Ben said holding a bottle of water out to me. I took it and smiled sleepily.
"Thanks."
"Will you be okay here on your own while Ben and I go to our lessons?" Jackson said, pulling on his coat. I nodded, smiling.
"You can help yourself to whatever. Just don't leave unless you know where youre headin' 'kay?" He said. I raised and eyebrow for a second and then nodded again.
"S'later, Vick." Ben said, smiling and waving, walking out the front door. Jackson smiled over at me and waved once before leaving. As soon as they left, I got up, leaving my water on the sofa, and went over to Jackson's desk. Time to do a little research so I can see where I am. School notes on books and plays, scripts and things. I looked through the right hand draw until I found a little black leather bound book. I rolled my eyes at how cliche it was, taking it out and sitting on the desk chair. I flicked through it. I ended up laughing, a little freaked out. Song lyrics. Not many I reckognised, because I don't know that many of his songs, but I saw "Keep Awake" and laughed. The world had yet to discover Mr Rathbone.

Look who's back in buisness. Oh yeah, baby, Its not woolworths. Did ya miss me? Feck off, You know you did. So, Merry Christmas! Lets catch up!

Six weeks. Hmm....
I followed an Edward Cullen look-a-like in town and took a picture.... LOL! Im such a stalker.



Granted it's probally just the back of him that looks like Edwardo. Oh well. Girls dream. (Of sparkly vampires. We're oh so realistic.)

Halloween! I had my first ever pumpkin! I carved it all on my own with absolutely no idea what I was doing, but apparently it turned out pretty well. I've been waiting to upload these pictures for ages!





Taking the stuff out of the middle of the pumpkin was slimy and it was groooooossss. Felt like pulling somebodies guts out. Is a pumpkin a fruit or a vegetable? I think it might be a vegetable. I wouldnt eat it though, it smells funky.

December, and I bought the Eclipse DVD. The commentary (There's two, but Im talking about the one people -will- listen too, the one with Kristen and Robert) is so funny! Its basically talking about sexual moments and cheeseburgers. And Kristens really gay wig. I also watched the whole of The Vampire Diaries series one. Dun dun dun. I dont know why I said dun dun dun.

Christmas is in eight days! EP! My advent calendar has no numbers on it! What's up with that!? Well, It's an Eclipse one, but Kelly bought it for me, soooo, its non-sensical non-numbers is plausable, I guess. (does that even work? I havent got a thesauras, and cant be bothered to google it...)

Snow! Oh my days. I hate it! It's cold and wet. Urgh. Look at it. Just... URGH! And this is after the snow turned to pure ice! It was mental. Slipping and sliding all over the shop.


Meeting Jodie in town tomorrow, and then going to see if I can get some Xmas presents. I can't wait for chrriiisstttmmaaaasss. I have Skype back too, so I can keep a promise I made way back when. 5pm, christmas eve. Imma be there. MERRY CHRISTMAS!