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Today, we got pulled out of Music to go into the TERRIFYING ... P.E. hall.
They'd netted it off halfway so me and Rhiannon just sat on two of the many many chairs arranged in neat rows.
Stupid us, we'd picked the ones right infront of Sam, Blaine (Did you know he's seeing Jess Chet? :O ), and Iestyn.
But God did they make me laugh.
They have this weird obsession with Rhiannon's hair.
I mean, it's nice hair, but there's no need to stroke it every 2 seconds or cup some in your hands and whisper, "My precious", is there, Sam? And no reason to Baa like a sheep, Iesyn. Or sing, "I want to have your babies", Blaine.
Craig wanted to be 'ard and poked me.
I was like, "Look, Craig, you're never going to be cool enough to poke me. That is, until you're a mass murderer later on in life." (Me and Rhiannon decided this years ago.)
Tyler and Sean were contenting themselves trying to undo Morgan's bra. She kept making these weird sex noises and leaning on me, so i was like, "Please don't moan on me, Morgan."
Then they suceeded and I had the job of fixing her up again.
Which was annoying because the break before it, Kaz` called me a Hederosexual and a Bi. I mean, i have nothing against kids/adults/whatever that are, but i'm not. So i spent 15 minutes convincing everyone that "I am, infact, female, and i am attracted to the male variety. Except Ricky."
Anyhoo, then we noticed that all the year 7s had wandered behind the curtain. A replay of that freaky Harry Potter scene where Sirius goes behind a curtain and DIES went on in my head.
We went the other side of the curtain.
There was a bike there. And lots of people sitting down. And lots of Stall-things. We joined the sitting-down people.
Mrs. P (head) stated saying some shizzle about, well, i can't remember. Therefore, it was crap.
Then some freaky year 7s walked in dressed like birds and holding large flags that seemed to be made out of tin foil.
Then some more came in, with african drums and tamborines.
I was beginning to realize that we were all joining a cult.
Then we followed them out, and (very slowly) onto, THE BRIDGE. There were these weird giant bird things, too.
Anyway, about the bridge.
Got built, then some "amazing" wrestler came to say, "Yo, it's open." Cost about 3 million pounds, apparently.
But yeah, it was a pretty big bridge and we just, well, paraded on it. Me and Rhiannon were just kinda like, :|.
And talking about how the bridge was going to break over the river and send all of us to our deaths. Funny, most year 7s started running then.
So yeah, we all looked like prats walking across a bridge led by african drummers in bird suits, and followed by giant moving birds. WTF?
There were cameras everywhere, too, like it was important or somthing.
I just did a "peace out" sign and said "Yo" to the retards with the giant lenses.
When we got back, we watched Harry go on the "Smoothie Bike". It make smoothies somehow.
And walking around eating chocolate cake with orange bits in it, and telling Morgan that she just walked up to the Teenage Pregnancy stall. Oh, and picking up freebies. Like a bike tyre repair kit. Sean said it "makes fire!".
Then we went into a bus with strangers outside of the school premises.
The strangers talked to us about, well, hairy tounges and WKD. Apparently, they were some kind of youth thing.
Any then, we got detention for missing fourth lesson and i had to have my lunch walking up.
Great day.

Thanks Nemo. Is it OK if i also add some Welsh ones later for my Welsh book, or is that taking the Michael?

Twitter is now charging me to get stalked.
Argh.
But anyway, here's what i Tweeted today:

My mum probably thought i made her coffee to be nice. I hope she doesn't realize that it's half empty.

I don't get the point of getting dressed every day. Why can't we all just wear our clothes to bed and Fabreeze ourselves in the morning?

I was just about to tweet about grass, but then thought better of it.

"It's only proper breakfast if there's milk in it."

(Pointing to short year 7's) "they're like the pets you can buy from Africa!"

"You're Ginger inside, Daisy!"

"We've got Mrs.Morris next." "What, the guy with the tie?"

English is great when the "starter exercise" takes the full hour.

EEEEEEEEEK. Lee just looked at me. Twice!! ... I'm so pathetic.

Waaaaiiiiit. Why does Vodaphone tweeting cost money now?

I once had a coke Zero can.
He was called Mr. Coke Zero, for obvious reasons.
Then, i finished drinking him, and began smushing him.
When i got bored, he was sheped somewhat like a pacman. His "mouth" could move. It was pretty cute.
So then he attacked Rhiannon in a fit of rage, yelling "Om Nom Nom".
Then we decided to walk around the yard, and scare/freak the hell out of year 7s.
Not "Om Nom Nom"ing, but "pi-ping"ing. Because the "Om Nom Nom" movement created a "pi-ping" type sound. Yeah.
We were "Pi-ping"ing behind a year 7's back, then they turn around, and me & Coke Zero are gone. Like NINJAS.
Then, on the way to Reg, me & Rhiannon decided that "Mr.Coke Zero" needed a better name. So now he is called Fluffy.
Fluffy is currently dead.
:(

Some friends are OK.
They go shopping with you, make up Zombie Apocalypses, and marry you.
Tyler was one of those friends.
Before IT HAPPENED.
He CHANGED.
Now he's one of those "friends" that feel you up in reg, act rude when you are seriously pissed off with him, and marry your friends while still being married to you.
I mean, it doesn't matter that we decided that he has a multiple personality disorder, and i have married the slightly less perverted personality, but still.
I AM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND TYLER.
And i WILL NOT call you Robin anymore.
I am a Robinless Batman. >:|
So THERE.

Some Photobucket thing went wrong on my old one.
I'm kinda sad. I really liked that one...
But yeah, this one's up and i'm pretty happy with it.
Thoughts? Last x on the right.

The one with the 4 cupcakes is going to be above my iframe, if i figure out how to use one. Hehe...

A) Making a new site called "Cupcake Conspiracy". Will post url when it's more or less ready.

b) Me & Nemo were "Talking" to Brad in maths. Yeah, THAT Brad. The one i "liked" all through year 7. I was young and stupid then. :|
Anyhoo, He was asking Nemo if she was more Emo than me. I said that i wasn't Emo, i was Gangsta. (We've accepted labels now.) Then I carved the word "Emo" into my rubber with a compass. No particular reason. Thus, The Fridge Conspiracy is forgotten, and The Adventures Of Emo The Ruler will soon be taking over this blog. Don't forget about Cheesey though, kids.

Ba ha ha ha ha...
"I pillow fight my Dog! I pillow fight my cat!
I pillow fight the Carpet! I pillow fight this lamp!
I pillow fight my house! I pillow fight this Tree!
I pillow fight this Wall! I pillow fight... myself."

Who are you? I'm a Chingstah!
What you want? Ice Cream!
Where at? I'm home!
Whats 3 x 3? Nine!
Who farted? That was me!
Favorite Jonas? Trick Question!
Best Rapper? Dr. Suess
Who's Yo Daddy? My Mom!


"You Bastards!"

I was writing the lyrics to Metro Station's "California" on Friday.
It goes kinda like this:
What'da say we leave for California,
If we drive all night we can make it by the morning and,
no-one needs to know, if we decide to go,
What'da say we leave for California?
It was the lesson i was sitting next to insanely-hot Lee.
Tech <3
When Miss.T was talking about what jobs we needed to wear ties in.
So, obviously, i am going to fail all of my GCSEs because i was busy writing lyrics.
Anyway, i think Lee started reading it. Maybe.
Maybe he thought i was writing some repetive letter asking someone to go to Califoria with me. Or maybe he thought i was deranged. Or maybe he didn't care.
Probably the latter.
Anyway, Great, non-perverted song by MEtro Station. Check it.

Matt (AKA Boner Boy. Yes. You heard right) decided to make a band because it would look good on his CV. Since i am utterly crappy at all things musical, i decided to be the songwriter. Matt seems not to understand that good songs take around a gazzillion months to write, therefore the songs are crap. But maybe that's just because i have no ability whatsoever to write good songs. Anyway, here are a few.

Neverland
[This one is about someone who's afraid to get old haha..]


(Just vocals)

I wanna fly to Neverland,
I wanna stop these tears,
I wanna fly to Neverland,
Ease all my worries and fears.

(Drums start)
(All other instruments join in)

But Neverland is just not real,
I’m stuck here and the clock keeps ticking,
I can’t stop it, and oh baby!
I’m still, still wishing.

Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…

Life keeps moving and things keep changing,
Why is nothing ever staying,
The saaaammmeeee?
Nobody understands why I’m praying…

Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…

Scared to ask the time,
Cowering from the clock,
Wincing at each calendar,
Oh, why won’t this stop?!

(Instruments stop for a second)

Neverland… Neverland… Ne-e-everlaaannndddd…

Needless
[This started out as a song about a recovering alcoholic, but then i decided that was probably one of the worst ideas ever]

I’m fine on my own,
I don’t need you,
I am through,
I promise that this is true

You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

I pity her with you,
She doesn’t understand,
She doesn’t need you holding her hand,
Sometimes it dri-ives me mad…

Because,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

It’s a medical condition, you know,
Addicted is what I was,
I used to feel lost,
But now that’s in the past!

You see,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

I’m independent now,
A house on my own is fine,
I don’t even need a drop of wine,
‘Cause you are needless. This. time.
(Boom.)

Little Black Dress
[Matt said that this one was "So fucing gd". I think he liked the sex reference]

It was you and me,
That was how it was meant to be,
I couldn’t believe,
Maybe I was deceived,
I thought I meant something to you,
I thought that you would always be true…

But I saw you that night,
And guess what, you’re probably right,
It was a mistake,
But I’ll always feel hate,
Because. You. And. Her.
To-geth-er.

It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hug her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!

Her curls covered her eyes,
But not quite your lies,
And I saw your face,
And not a trace,
Of guilt,
Hiding under the quilt…

And next to the bed,
Was that stupid dress,
But all I could think,
Was, “I need another drink”,
I needed to block things out,
My life was falling apart, without a doubt…

It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hug her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!

But, you know, you can have that girl,
With her dress and her curls,
‘Cause I deserve better than you,
I think I need to start a new,
Think “Fresh”,
(pause)
Or buy a little black dress…

Oh, oh, forever…

Chav-land
[Matt wanted me to write a song about Chavs. I was like, Ehhm, okay? And i can't help it, but everytime i sing the chorus in my head, 3Oh!3's tune of "Don't Trust Me" comes into my head. It probably doesn't go with the rest of the song at all.]


(talking) So let’s get this straight.

(instruments start up)
I don’t wear tracksuits outside of gym,
I don’t wear chains and I’m actually slim,
I don’t have a foundation mask,
I don’t chew gum or skip class,

I don’t smoke 20-a-day,
I don’t call every idiot “gay”,
I don’t wear ponytails,
I don’t follow the “lead Chav”’s trail,

Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,

I’m not big on RnB,
2000 trainers are too many for me,
At 11pm, I’m usually home,
I’m not fussed on having the best phone,

I don’t like you, or your friends,
I don’t care about the chaviest trends,
(Instruments pause)
So now I’m “Emo” or “Goth”.
You see me and say “get lost”

Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,

Well, there’s this finger on my hand.
Wanna see it? I’ll show the whole gang.
(Talking) I’m me, okay?
So go back to Chav-land.
(woah, woah, woah, go back to chav-land…)

Anything You Can Do, We Can Do Better
[Inspired by Flobot's "Handlebars".]

You make war,
You do drugs,
You think that,
Money beats hugs.
But that’s not right,
You’re doing this wrong,
If we work together,
We can all get along.
‘Cause;
(drum solo or sum fink`)

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.

Corruption and hate,
Is what we’ve grown up in,
And somehow we still,
Make the best of it.
Can’t you see?
We have determination,
We can rule this world,
(Even though we fail our French examination)
Because;

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.

We can save the world,
While having a laugh,
While you are frustrated,
Screaming at the staff,
We prefer a smile,
Than a million pounds,
We pay attention,
To the sights and the sounds,
But you?
(Speaking) You haven’t got clue.

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.
And listen to us.

:/

So, i've been missing Cheesey. But he is having a great life with Zombie Steve and Chaudrey, and prolonging his adventures would be unnatural. I have instead decided to write another comedy series called The Fridge Conspiracy. I'll write about it when i figure out what the hell it is. All i have right now is the mental image of a block of Cheese in a fridge. But anyway. If you click "Memories" and do some serious blog scouring, you may find the Cheesey series. There is one post, somewhere, with all of them on, so you won't have to look seperatley. I suggest you catch up on your Cheesey-related homework, you may hear some references to the adventures and some characters may be making a reapperance. If anytime during the series you see a Cheesey reference (Note: Cheese has nothing to do with Cheesey.), then write in my Cbox ("Tag") "OMG! CHEESEY SIGHTING" and maybe a lil` bit about it. (:

My sister gave me a pretty pink ribbon the other day.
I brought it into school, to put it on my homework diary.
When i realized it looked retarded, i took it off (The ribbon, not my clothes), and tied it up (again, not my clothes, you freaky pervert) and Tyler decided to write "Miss NBridge 2009" on it. Then we threw it into a crowd of Boys. To our dismay, none of them tried it on. But hey, Morgan did.

13 & afraid of growing up. Music lover & Fringe obsesser. Poptart, coffee, & Skittles enthusiast with a love of all things neon. Long black hair & awkward eyes, Skinny jeans & hairbows. Artistic & Lingustic. Just a freak pretending to be intellijunt.
Beware.

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