Hey out there again. I haven't posted for a while as I have been going through a move. I have finally made the move from the UK to Australia. Things are still in progress, it has been a bit of a headache but I am getting there!
I see it has been quiet, so give me some time before I think of a question for all you Darko fans out there :-)
Holy shit people! I feel like I haven't seen any posts in here for about a gillion years!! This saddens me, as true Donnie fans, do we not still have questions unanswered, theories to put forward and much talk about the hottness of Jake?
I would love to see the community get active again.
remember a video game version of war- first, in a two-dimensional demonstration thing, two cars parked in front of two parked police cars and began shooting at each other. in the second, it was 3-D, and there was a huge army shooting off firearms, but in some areas where a cloud-like ghost goonie thing was, the shots would backfire. There was crying and screaming everywhere. Then I see myself in the game being shot at with friends, but I don't remember with whom. Then I'm supposed to attend a weddding, and I'm in a big ass SUV with some black woman who's flipping off the world, and she's supposed to be my g-ma. We park and get out of the car, and you ahd to ski to the entrance on rocky ice. I forgot how to ski. Then I realized that we forgot the outfits. My grandmother (my real one) is screaming at me cause she can't find her keys, which she left in the ignition of the car. My grandma wants me to wear this ugly short whorish knit dress that looked like it was for a 7 year old but I pulled this other dress off the rack that looked like it was made of pearls, but close up it looked like it was made of rocks and sand. Then I'm at my grandma's house which looked like a scary combination of her current house and old house. There is a little black Scottie dog wandering around named "Great Germany", which was written on a card tied to ribbon around the dog's neck. I found this weird because my g-ma doesn't have a dog, nor does she like them very much. Then I see my best friend's dad watching sports on TV. Then I'm at school again, and I see John Walden, a guy who graduated a few years ago, in the main office hallway. I go and say hi to him, and he looks pleased to see me. Then I'm in creative writing, which was held right in front of the front office. Rob, our normal creative writing teacher, isn't teach it, but it's a weird mix between my english teacher from last year, Ms. Franco, the weird counselor, Mickalea, and this sub teacher who we like to call the Zen Superhero, Natalie. We're supposed to read each others work and pass them around in a circle and make comments. John Walden joins the class, and people are saying he goes to Duke, although I know that he really doesn't go there in reality.
