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31 October The path of the righteous manMeh. I'm ill. *Feel sorry for me* Didn't think that'd work.
Well. Holidays...erm...comprised mainly of sleeping, more
 , eating, and watching amazingly good films. Domino rocks, despite Keira Knightley's nakedness!  Corpse Bride had amazing chins and reminded me of James and the Giant Peach, which is also brilliant and which I also watched! I found my DVD of Pulp Fiction which is undoubtably the best, film, ever. *fails to insert picture of comic book guy*
*fail to insert picture of Samuel L Jackson*
*decides to start photo album*
*goes all Strudey*
*laughs evilly*
*checks if evilly is a word*
*MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
Everything is falling into place. Which reminds me. I watched Austin Powers last night. It loses its funniness amazingly quickly. Then I watched this film where Angelina Jolie was a news reader. Didn't really get the plot. I think she got told she was going to die. Then she got shot. Then she didn't die. Then Foo Fighters started playing. Then I went to sleep. Because, as Mr Dethick would say, "Life is rounded by a little sleep."
Which brings me to the sad news of the month. The much loved Jenny is with us no more.
 As my tribute to Jennifaar I shall play Green Day, Time of Your Life on the jukebox that is my PC. Now, some of you may know that this song has two titles, "Time of Your Life" and "Good Riddance." I believe that this juxtaposition perfectly displays the emotions you feel as you leave school. "Good Riddance" suggests your relief at being able to leave the hole that is Henbury High School; while the title "Time of Your Life" encourages you to remember the many happy memories that you've had at Henbury. *Everyone cries*
 *Jenny laughs*
 Good luck matey. Have a happy life. 18 October I'm going down, in a blaze of gloryThis afternoon consisted almost entirely of listening to Bon Jovi, and I assume that the evening has much of the same in store for me.
This Romeo is bleeding,
but you can't see his blood.
Haha. Romeo got stabbed in the eye. And got replaced by an old ginger guy. I think you either understand that or you don't. And for those who don't understand and wish to broaden their knowledge of current affairs, ask a drama person. And while you do, you may also ask them for some chocolate, your reasoning being that if you don't get some sugar in your body soon you're going to die. Then ask them why you just said that.
I'm a cowboy,
on a steel horse I ride;
and I'm wanted (wanted)
dead or alive.
ITCH 11 October If I should die, think only this of me:English is a silly subject. Seriously stupid. It really is impossible to fail, and quite hard to do badly in. Hense my taking it instead of maths (which seems to have gone stupifyingly hard). We analysed an exam answer and the person didn't answer the question at all but they still got a C. Meh. Scarratt then took another opportunity to tell me I'm going to fail if I don't work hard (I think my top line shows otherwise) and how I need to do her stupid plans that take half an hour and make no sense. Grrr. Stupid bint. Can't believe Ree fancies her! Haha! Odd child.
What else can I complain about this evening. That RAF talk was pretty shitty. All their brain-washing made me want to do was watch Top Gun, which I duely did. "God dammit Maverick!" But how funny was Rose's outburt.
"GOOD! *mummble* NOT GOOD! *mummble* MURDERERS!" *storms out throwing crisps at Guttmann* Did you notice the RAF logo on her bag? Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!
Good Golly Miss Molly.
Every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore. Then I might as well stop writing.
On that note, I bid you adieu, adieu, adieu 09 October Sexy horseriding ladies?Where are you!? I've been spraying away next to this mud pool by the Pony Club for hours and they've still not jumped in.
Warg! This beer's blue! Hehe. I love the idea of drinking WKD Blue from a tankard.
"I don't know where you pixies came from; but I like your pixie drink!" 07 October My unhappiness lasted all of 91 minutesWriting stuff down does apparently help. I'm happy again! I'm me again!
 I'm going to get another banana!
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Sudo bollocksToday was fucking shite! I generally sucked at everything!
Odd how as soon as people open their mouths everything starts to disintergrates around me. Or maybe it happens when I open my mouth. Meh.
Damn it. I'm feeling sorry for myself! Damn it!
*Drinks a glass of water*
The world is happy again. Now there's a message to alcoholics everywhere.
But I agree with Jenny, in her little rant, life isn't fair. So I should just deal with it.
This doesn't sound like me at all. I liked the me of yesterday more.
"Holy Belgium!" Haha!
If this was an English exam, I'd comment on how the one line paragraphs show the fragmentation of the writer's mind. It really doesn't, it's just because I'm feeling too lazy to write in proper prose. And that alliteration emphasises that fact! But then that's English for you.
I think I'll listen to McFly.
"Cause obviously, she's out of my league, I'm wasting my time cause she'll never be mine..."
So long,
and thanks for all the fish!
YAY! That's more like me! 05 October This must be a ThursdayI never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Today was shitty. Everyone managed to make me think I'd done something wrong. And I really don't think I have. I hope I haven't anyway. I had a suprisingly good Blinders general studies lesson, followed by an unsuprisingly dull Nicholson general studies lesson.
I actually have nothing to say. Meh. Sorry to "go all Galley" on you lovely people.
Ooo neighbours time! *runs* 01 October Butterflies are all I seeWhat a shitty day. Totally crappy. Got a letter from ucas today explaining how to apply to Oxbridge. That got binned rather quickly. Blinders has apparently clicked the magic button on his television set and sent my hippy sentiments to whichever universities I applied to. Aberystwyth (is the only place I'm interested in going) Birmingham (AAB and im off to New Zealand!) Lancaster... Leeds? Manchester and Newcastle. I really should have put down more exciting places than that. Visit days are basically free holidays and I'm taking mine in bloody Manchester! Hmph! Bad planning there Andrew! At least I'm not going to Sheffield! That is a hole of holy proportions.
Not a great day really. I might go to bed. See if I can't manage another fifteen hours sleep! Then I can wake up in a brilliant mood and take on the dimentions at Brochian ultra cricket! Or I could pester people about how bored I am again.
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