Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in merseybeatler's InsaneJournal:

Monday, June 22nd, 2009
1:48 am	When I do shoulder shrugs/ect, the right corner of my upper lip involuntarily curls up in an impressive sneer. Just thought I'd share. ^As pointed out by a ten year-old with a crush on me. He actually drew a picture of it to show me! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
9:04 pm	Last night I dreamed that I was flying. Really flying, not that dream-bogus where the air is so thick that you can kind of push against it. I've never truly flown in a dream before, at least not in recent memory, and I was completely elated to do so this time. I was soaring about the neighborhood, giggling madly, and dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. I was waving at the rooftops and promising that I would get to know them all as soon as I could. I eventually landed on our front porch and yammered on and on to Mom about how splendid it was to be airborne. She made me put on some clothes. For some reason, all I had was this purple sequined jump-suit with stupid beaded leaves on it. Nevertheless I was happy to wear it, as I didn't want to look any more like Peter Pan than I already did (I'd started singing the refrain to "I'm Flying" early on). Then it occured to me that no theatre company in the world refuse me a role, if I could actually fly. The whole trick was temporarily ignoring reality; once you started to question the physics of flying, you'd start falling. By the end of the dream I had made a game out of it...I'd use my elation and 'happy thoughts' to climb as high as I could while still breathing normally, then doubt my abilities and fall for a few hundred feet before saving myself with a burst of confidence. It was great mental/emotional workout, and I felt crazy refreshed by the time I woke up.  (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 28th, 2009
12:20 am	Never Mix Watchmen and Animal Planet Unless you want to have this dream: You're at this roller rink with your friends, having fun, bitching at eachother, and experiencing your average teenage existential angst. Suddenly, you come to a realization: your father is not your real father. This isn't your average changeling fantasy or paranoia that you're secretly adopted - because deep down, you know it's much, much worse. You're in hysterics when you call your mother and beg her to come pick you up. When she does, you confront her with your discovery and demand an explaination. "Who is my real father?!" you sob, afraid of the truth. "Why, sweetheart," she says, very dreamlike. "Your father is a shark." And all your understanding of the workings of the world comes crashing down around you. Then comes denial: "That's impossible, mom," you snarl. "A human can't mate with a shark." The moment you say this you are struck with the horrifying thought that maybe they can. So you change tactics: "But my dad can't be a shark! I'm all human, not half shark!" Then you suddenly notice the gills you've been sporting for the past sixteen years. A few weeks later, and your mother has booked a houseboat and you're both sailing across the Atlantic. "I want you to get to know your real father," she says as you both don diving gear. "He's imposing, yes, but deep down I think he really cares for you." With that you flip backwards into the water and meet your father, who is indistinguishable from any other Great White Shark roaming the oceans and equally scary. But he doesn't eat you.   The end. (Comment on this)