Dear Die-ary...

Aw, this is a nice picture of Zim being picked up by his RoboMom. Isn't that nice? Well, seeing as she just threw him in some punch, and she and RoboDad are about to blast off in front off all the humans... no. I don't think so.

But anyway, I was given back my JTHM book today. Yay! I was reintroduced to some of my favorite comics... I think JTHM kinda sums up bullies. Like this picture (from my all-time favorite comic):

Mmm, while we're at it, why not throw in an excert of one of the comics:

"Please don't do this. Don't kill me. I don't wanna die. I'm too young, I'm too attractive. There's still so many rejects out there I haven't made fun of yet. Pleease, let me go. I'll do anything, I swear. I'll even be nice to you. Please?"

Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. It always comes to this. If they really had the desire to live, they would've been more aware of how easy it is to die, would've chosen their actions more wisely. In these moments, you can tell they're not regretting having hurt you.
They regret doing it to your face.

They get so loud.

They make so much noise.

I try to wait until I'm out of the room before I start laughing.

...a blur...of sweating...screaming...crying...human...drama...

Heehee.

But every once in a while, they say things that sound like words. They make me think about what I'm doing.

The noises make me uncomfortable.

So uncomfortable that...sometimes...I wonder...

...why I just don't get myself a pair of earplugs.

So remember kids: Kill bullies. Their little insignificant lives are not worth living.

Strange things happened in Engrish today. Random thing - Mr Farbridge managed to get an electric shock on the TV. So I just randomly shouted out, "At least we know you're not made of rubber." He looked at me questioningly, but I innocently shrugged. It just came out. Next, we had to mark each other's work. Apparently my story was 'not bad', however some plastic marked on it that 'I'm' is spelt 'Im'. No really, they did. And that is one of the most worrying thing I've ever come across... But one of the plastic's work I was handed... it was HORRIBLE. It made no sence whatsoever, and yet all her friends' marks had 'wonderful' and 'great description, hun!' and crap on it. So I told her the truth: most of it was not needed. A whole paragraph was in there, all about what the character ate for lunch. The opening sentence was too long. The opening paragraph was pretty OK, however we found out in the next paragraph it was just a daydream, and it went downhill from there. And WORST of ALL... there was next to nothing punctuation-wise. No full stops (or 'periods' for the americans), commas, or capital letters in most sentences. I felt I was marking a 7-year-old's work. OK, literally it was like this:

"hey what do you want to do now" she asked "I don't know" I said we walked outside...

It disgusted me. What made it worse was that no one else noticed this horrible repetitive mistake. I complained to Mr Farbridge about how stupid these people are, but he just said I was very observant. Then these people can't even look, let alone observe. AAAAAAAAAAARGH

When I came home from skool today, I made pancakes. Or should that be 'pancakes'? For you see, I followed the recipe, but the instructions were not very good. So I managed to get some sort of sticky mess, which I slapped into the frying pan. The smell of burning filled the air, and the fire alarm screamed in my ear. I cursed it, and carried on. By this time, one side was burnt. I flipped it over, and after doing this process several times, and doing another one, it was time to eat. I poured sugar all over them, and bit into the burnt mess. Tasted like pancakes... but were too thick. Soon after the horrific task of eating most of the slop, I threw the remains away. Hurrah!

So much for Shrove Tuesday, Pancake Day.

Mmm hmm, I drew this on my parent-teacher night form for what times I'm seeing the teachers. It is random. Jem is random. Fortunately, in the last lesson I managed to get a teacher on my list. So I do not have to suffer. Hoorah!

Nikki will probably be writing this in her blog. Becky (her best friend) showed up at skool today, after being in Austrailia. But when I turned up, Becky yelled "HI!" at me. I tried to say "hi" back, but was kinda unnoticed. I kept trying, but got nowhere. So I endeavoured to get attention from my normal 'circle' of friends. However, since Jade gave me a rubber chicken (which strangely quacks like a duck), I got darkened, dagger-filled looks from them. But when they were playing with it, they were happy like...clams. I don't think I pleased anyone today. Mmm, not even myself really. And especially not my art teacher. I thought I'd please her and do all the horrible hard written work, and a lot of it, before I did any artwork. However, she bitched about presentation. I wrote on the desk to Jade, "She's making me lose the will to live." She thought I was joking.

Good points today - Pinky and the Brain are back! Whee-hee, I missed those mice! Today they had an amazing idea for world domination (well, Brain did anyway). That was to make a paper mache replica of the earth... and it goes on from there. It was so very mad.

Also, I saw someone throw up today. It was hillarious - they were walking along, then they suddenly wrenched over and threw up a porridge-like mess on the ground (thankfully for the teachers this was outside). But what was BRILLIANT was the look on her face! It was like, "OH MY GOD, WTF IS THIS STUFF THAT JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH???? ARGH, IS IT SMEARED ON MY LIPSTICK??? OH SH..." she then threw up again. And all her friends, or just people, stood around, moaning at each other at how 'uncool' she looked. They ran away the second time she jubbed up all over her shoes.

Hey, I just realised, there's no Nan reference here. So... NAN. There you go :P

But what else kinda p1sses me off today is the fact that people are starting to use me to their advantage. People are borrowing things off me, copying my work, using me as a supply of...things. I really need to stop being this... nice (?) to people.

Must...be...more...unnice...

F*ck off!

Is that good enough?

A lot of things have happened today. Strange things, cool things, things... yeah.

Well, I finally have sorted out the color problems in this blog. After the title, it says, "Random babblings of a 15 year old," but you could hardly read it. And now you can. Yay! Also I sorted out the color problem when you see the comments after the blog entry. You couldn't read that either, as it was black on black. And now I've changed it to a disgustingly color-clashing purple. Yay again!

I've also found some strange Invader Zim animated pictures. There's the one at the top, Gir, and many others. Like a break-dancing Gir, which I'll put at the bottom. But I worry about this one:

He's meant to be panting. However, without me telling you he's panting, the look on his face and his actions make him look like he's... I have such a horribly sick mind sometimes. For the innocent I will not describe what it looks like. And you know what? On MSN, I have that picture as my avatar (but a frozen version, unfortunately :P).

Me and Nikki were also having fun with a gittish guy who hacked into her cousin's MSN account. He was... such a git. Ok, well he changed his name to "I am gay and I like to suck da c*ck" (he doesn't even know grammar), and kept telling me to "suck it" and "finger his a$$", but I gave him insults back. He's such a retard. He then went on to insult me and my family, and other crap. Whatever happened to him after he went to go f*ck himself, I don't know. However I think he hacked into Tom's (the cousin's) account just now again. Ok, here's the short conversation:

tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
hey bbe
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) just sent you a Nudge!
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
oi bitch
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
what do you want?
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
how old r u again i cant remember?
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
15, i never told u
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
o ok
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
soz
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
who was on my addy earlier
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
*ahem* do you mean YOUR addy?
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
some1 was on my MSN earlier do u know who it was?
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
uh, somehow i still think it's him
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
y u call me bitch?
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
its me the muffin man
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
was only jokin
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
uh,
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
HELLO
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
rite, b4 i get so totally confused, who the heck is this
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
tom mcmuffin
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
mm hmm, hello mike
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
i aint mike
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
dats me bf??
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
you don't even know your own name
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
wtf
Bobeth may not reply because his or her status is set to SMILE even though your life is miserable says:
hello 'tom mcmuffin'
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
i think i knw my name
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
hi
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
whos dis?
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
i 4get
tomian123@aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
lol

Hell, that took a long time to change the font color. Anyway, I said 'brb', and before I got back to the computer, he had scampered off. Anyway, whether it was Tom or the hacker, Mike, I don't know. But what makes me think it was mike was by the "dat's me bf??" And by the fact he called himself the Muffin man... Nikki, does he call himself that?? And does he have a...*gulps* boyfriend?? (I'm homophobic, OK?) But if it was Tom, then oh well. Enough of that.

I drew a heck of a lot of (Invader) Jem pictures today. 2 emoticons, and about 3 pictures drawn on MSN. This is a pretty good one though:Not bad seeing as I drew it in literally 2 or 3 seconds!! Problem is, one of her antennae is cut short. It doesn't curve 'round!! Now she looks like a male irken!! AAAAAAARGH!!!!! But still, yeah.

It also turns out that my least favorite song in the whole wide world is going to be played at Nan's funeral. It will drive me crazy, to the point where I collapse on the floor, beating my brains out. It's that horrible, awful song: "And I think to myself, what a wonderful world", or something. It's a bloody horrible song!! But if I don't keep quiet at the funeral about it, I'm gonna join Nan.

Fine with me.

Anyway, I *think* that's it...? Probably, yeah.

GOOD LIEEEEEEE

ALL DAY have I been playing Theme Hospital. ALL DAY. And I've been looking forward to playing it for years, as under my sister's management I wasn't allowed to go near it or even MENTION it, for some reason. It's not hers anyway. And ever since she's gone, I asked my brother the whereabouts of the CD, but he said I must have it. And you know where I found it? In his room. He's such a git. He's done that to me before.

But anyway, I had fun playing the extremely genderist game. It was just like I remembered it... and after about 8 years, I still remember the cheat code: 24328. I'm just that sad. My goal for the day: to run a better hospital than the NHS, especially after they MURDERED Nan (there's the Nan reference again). At the beginning, I was doing quite well. Nice little hospitals, with about 1 or 2 people killed (they said in the game I KILLED them, how guilty I feel!). But the good thing about killing the people in the game is watching them falling into the hole that the Grim Reaper creates in the floor. Bye bye! So it was going well! Until...

I got onto one hospital, one of the high-middle levels. This was when the earthquakes started to get serious. How serious? One earthquake caused all of my machinary to get in a critical state. I managed to get both of my Inflations to blow up. Nice. But it was fun watching the patients falling on the floor.

I was used to epidemics flying everywhere, and when I got news of another epidemic, I didn't think it would be any different. So I accepted to trying to get rid of it before the health inspector came. But then... about 10 people had the epidemic sign over their heads. Oh dear. Seeing as I didn't have much time left, I had to do something, and QUICK. I sent them all to the pharmacy, but the epidemic was spreading. A couple of patients went into the pharmacy, but one of the epidemic-sufferers suddenly got up, and threw up. All these other patients around, even those not suffering from the epidemic, threw up. The floor was literally caked in vomit. But when the time had run out for getting rid of the illness, there was ONE patient with it left. Uh. What should I do? There was no time for sending her to the pharmacy. So I sent her home. Unfortunately, she passed the health inspector on the way, and I got fined and got my reputation ruined anyway.

But I bet I'm doing a better job than THEM. Even a monkey with one arm, an eyepatch, and a brain tumor can do better than THEM.

Black is a nice color.

First, I'd like to say that since Nan's death (I think I've mentioned something about Nan in every blog entry ever since she was MURDERED) Grandad's spent more time with us. That's a good thing. No, no, I don't mean Nan's passing is a good thing! I mean... uh... you know what I mean. Death's a bad thing. Yeah... yeah. But it's good Grandad's spending more time with us. But then, he wouldn't have if Nan was alive, so... *head explodes*

Next up, I gave my Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (Director's Cut) to LP today. Some people will think I'm crazy, yeah, yeah. It might be because it is my favorite book in the whole wide world, and if it was damaged in any way, shape, or form, I would die on the spot, even though it's very delicate. Hmm. I will perform Happy Noodle Boy rants and Nny tortures on LP if it is even 0.000000000001% more damaged than it used to. I hate lending things.

I decided to shove this on 'ere. I decided to eat 'properly' today, and had some FOOD at lunchtime. But someone who's name I will not mention - oh what the heck, her name's Sophie Hoff - had a fruit salad. I almost screamed when she started eating it. I went on to explain that it looked like it had been thrown up already. I was told to shut up. I said there must be some kind of system in the skool toilets that makes the fruit salad go back to the kitchen when it's been thrown up. I was told to shut the f*ck up. I continued, describing a filter for p1ss, a filter for sh1t, and a final filter for fruit salad... She left.

More stuff! A plastic came on MSN today. She then asked me, "what's ur bebo adress?" (yes, with that spelling.) I asked why, and she said "coz i wana c it". Paranoia seeps in. She gets angry as I ask more paranoi...id...ly... why she's asking, until I finally tell her. That was random. Are they laughing at it behind my back? Also, another plastic's unblocked me. Yes, unblocked me. How I know they've blocked me? Two reasons -

1. She hasn't been on for a heck of a long time.
2. Her personal message she usually has, has 'disappeared'. That shows they've blocked you. No really, *sometimes* that's the case.

I just want to know what the f*ck she wants. She's scaring me with this coming on and off. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH black paranoia!

It has taken me, what, 9 years to find one of the oldest and weirdest internet phenomena ever... Yes, I have found Lenny Loosejocks, at last. I've spent 3 hours playing Lenny games and watching the Lenny toons. AAAAAAARGH, curse you I-am-bored, for showing me this website!! Good thing I have no homework for tomorrow. But if you want my advice, DON'T play the Walkabout game. I haven't completed it yet, and I spent about 2 hours on it. (I only had 1 painted rock to find! Then I just saw sense and pulled out before it was too late.) Anyway, um... Yeah so I must warn people likely to faint on hearing the word "Damn" (sorry if you fainted just then), as they mention "B*gger" a few times. Well, he is Australian.

It was snowing today, as well. Unfortunately, it didn't settle, but it was rather heavy and I stood outside, when I should have been in RE, catching snowflakes on my tongue. They taste like cold water. In fact, it's still snowing even now. But people were staring at me when it started snowing, because I made a prediction ages ago that it would snow today. And it did. So TA-DA. Here is the soggy solid-things falling from the sky. The stuff that people scream for joy when they see it, but scream in horror when a speck lands in their hair.

When I came home, I was given some things. Apparently they were found in little parcels, and were hidden presents from YEARS ago. From the recently-deceased Nan. They were a small doll, which wears a dress which looks Hawaiian, in a small basket, and also a small grubby owl toy. It makes me wonder why they were hidden... well whatever the reason, I've got them about 10-13 years after I was meant to. Well, I got them now.

Life without Nan is going quite ok. But what's really quite sad is that she died before my Dad's birthday, today. Well, I guess it's better than if she died ON his birthday.

I had no present for Dad. I mean, how could I get a present? He was upset already due to the passing away of his mother, and I couldn't just buy him chocolate, as he's even more diabetic than I am. As luck would have it, I found something. I was talking to some random people, and noticed some strange boxes behind a locker. I opened it, and found... Several toilet rolls!! Joy came to me! I took one of the toilet rolls back to my classroom, to tell everyone I'd found the skool toilet roll supply. I bumped into Evil and Jonesy and told them... and I also bumped into a teacher, Miss Prestidge. She asked me what I had got, and 'innocently' said I 'found' a toilet roll just... lying there. She told me to give it into reception, so I briskly walked down the corridor, with a choir of laughs behind me. I quickly glanced back as I got to reception, and continued walking. Ever seen a girl with a toilet roll walking down your skool corridor? I quickly shoved it in my bag, which was by some lockers. After being stared at by some girls, I acted like nothing had happened and went back. I still had my precious toilet roll.

When I got home today, there was a happy Dad sitting there, opposed to a sad Dad yesterday. He walked out of the room for a moment, and I quickly got out the toilet roll, and I found a pig keyring and put it in (there were plastic stoppers either end). The pig is see-through and filled with some kind of... gel, with tiny pink 'round things' in random places inside (how could I say 'balls' without getting strange looks??). I handed it to Dad, rather horrified to see me handing some toilet roll to him on his birthday. He asked me where the hell I got it from, to which I just replied, "There's something inside." I had to help him get the stoppers off, and he found the pig (yay!). I decided I should give him MY pig because when I found it in a shop, I bought it (to add to my collection) and he really wanted one, but being a martyr didn't get one. So now he has mine.

But I still be angry about the death of Nan... who can die of a broken leg??

No, not the end of this blog. Or at least, I wasn't really planning on it being the end.

But apparently, Nan died at about 9am this morning, and I wasn't told until 7 hours later. I was gonna say this yesterday, but had no time: the doctors 'pulled the plug' on her. What I mean by this is they took away her oxygen, medication and food. Euthanasia. I wasn't even allowed to see her before she 'went'. Those bastard (or bitch) doctors! They killed her! They f*cking killed her!! I want... revenge... Brandon suggested I push them off the fatal ledge... >:D

But despite the fact she was MURDERED by the NHS, I don't feel... sad. No, I do, but I don't feel like crying or anything... But what pains me is the fact she died, and she only went into the hospital for a broken leg! CUUUUUUUURSE the NHS, I will blow up that hospital, for the good of the nation!! (No, really, it would be best if I did that.) What also angers me is that I was told she was 'wheezing', what they didn't want to tell me was that actually her lungs were collapsing and she was slowly, and painfully, dying. And now she's gone.

In fact, Nan's other son, or my uncle, or my Dad's brother, and his family, never saw her before she died. The only memories they'll have of her is from about 5 years ago. They were going to see her a few days ago, but the little 'darlings' they had with them wanted to do something more interesting, and they decided to see her another day. That day never came. So they fluffed up that chance.

But what I'm afraid of is RE. I hear we *might* have to do euthanasia in RE, and a lot of people said last year that they agree with it. I have a speech ready for that, that I thought up last night when I was told. Wanna hear it? Even if you don't, it's still going on here. It goes something like this. *Ahem*...

"You dense f*cks!! You think that eliminating precious life is 'right'!! You don't know what it's like until it happens to you. You don't know what it's like... for someone to tell you that they're going to murder them, without your consent! You think they're fine, and they're alright, until the slightest decrease in their health persuades the f*cked-up doctors to dispose of them. They don't even tell you that the wheezing you hear is them dying, and you see no point in thinking they're going to die until they just give up on them suddenly. What's worse is when they only go to the hospital for a broken leg!! So they starve them and leave them to rot in a room. So when your family dies in a hospital, I expect you to not go to their funeral or shed tears for them, since you're too f*cking inconsiderate to care!!" At this point I run out of the room, onto the road screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOO" while a giant truck squashes me flat and I get to join Nan and WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

So this blog entry is a little shrine for Nan. A little Nan shrine. Hehe. This one's for her! Let her soul Rest in Peace, and her wrath let onto the doctors!!

AAAAARGH I am so sorry, my 'fans', for not posting yesterday! I would have done, but I had a sh*tload of homework. Only the homework I did do I didn't need doing, and the homework I didn't do needed doing... AAAAAAARGH so confusing!! I also went to visit Nan again, for some reason. By the look on Mom's face, I could tell she may not... anyway, I think she may be getting worse, but that might be due to the fact her tongue hurt because of a mouth infection. I don't know. But while I was there, I went back to the green-bed room (I love that room... especially because it's restricted to visitors) and went to the top of the hospital, even though it's also restricted to visitors. I sat looking out of the window, with my head poking through the bars, down at the WORLD. It was fun. Nevertheless, Nan might pull through. That's what I'm hoping. NOW, ON WITH TODAY'S POST!!

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So I was gonna die. Turning up to skool with 'normal' hair would kill me. And, it did.

I stepped out of my mom's car, my hair in bunches. I looked to the side of me, and thought, "Oh no," as I saw Nikki coming towards me. I'd told her about the new sh*ttiness of my hair some time ago, and she was badgering me about the fact she must see it (MUUUUUUUST SEEEEEEE). But she saw me, and it was too late. I don't remember, but I think she laughed. Also, she had her hair curled... strange.

I wanted to die so bad when I walked into my classroom. EVERYONE was staring at me, and most said, "Oh my God..." Evil said, "WOW!" but she says that to everything anyway. Plastics just stared, and I think some laughed. In fact, about half the class laughed. I tried to ignore the people coming in, with their eyeballs looking like they've just been pumped up with a bicycle pump. Most people asked, "Can I touch it?" and poked their wirey fingers in my haystack hair. I knew it would be a long day.

The lessons went by, being stared at by the plastics. Were they jealous? Probably not, as I've heard they were talking about me in other lessons. Jonesy was asked if she liked my new hair (how dare they refer to me as 'Emily Daniels'????). LP stared at me with an evil grin. I did not like this grin. I didn't like it at all... ooh the paranoia seeps in!

It was a mistake to go to lunch. I went into my classroom. Plastics stared again. Then one asks if she can have my picture. Suddenly, ALL the plastics want my picture. I started screaming, "NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" and cowered against the wall. The plastics demanded more. So they got their pictures. Then, they want more, and they start asking questions to what I used, how long it took, etc. I looked at them innocently, then dived under a table. They retreated for a bit, while I asked for HELP. No help came. More of this hell came. It made it worse when I made a paperclip chain and wore it on my head (LP did too) and more camera-phones were shoved in my face. It was agonizing. But they left.

Soon my 'friends' came in. They suggested I have them plaited. "NOOOOOOOO" I screamed, but it was too late as Sophie had dived at my hair, and had already started. I was ambushed! My hair was twisted, and my face even more so. There were choruses of "Aw" coming from my friends, and just a dagger-filled stare from the plastics. KILL THEM AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL.

I hate hair.

Judging by my previous posts, you'd think my... life... was fine and dandy, and everything just peechy keen. *reads what she just put* Anyway, I tell you it's not. Just not. Here's the truth of my household's domestic violence that I've kept hidden for about 15 years. Violence to me.

My family's never liked me. I've been told in my face that I was an accident, by both parents. Even my brother asked my Dad why Mom never got an abortion when I was conceived. Oh, how it is to know you are wanted! Of course, my sister wanted me because I would easily submit into giving her my toys, and she was too strong for me to answer back. I was known as the 'runt' in my family. There were stories passed on to other family members of how I was the 'useless' one (despite the fact I was the only one who got into grammar skool). Here's today's tale.

My Mom left the house, leaving the last dagger-filled words of "do your homework". Only, when she left I found I had no lined paper, which I needed. So I told my Dad I had no paper. He complained that I'm 'always losing it', even though my brother moves it, takes it, etc. Another thing I had to do was record Harry Hill - TV Burp (because we love that baldy :P ). So I turned on the TV as the dumb recorder was playing up, and my Dad's immediate reaction was to tell me to turn it off. I explained I had to record it, but he didn't give a... . So as soon as it came on he turned it off. I reminded him I still needed paper. He reminded me I had 'other homework to do'. That was history. I said I needn't bother doing it, because the teacher would only give me a crap mark, because she has favorites and she hates me. I am grabbed, and thrown to the other end of the room, smashing against the wall. He said I should do it, otherwise I'd get a crap mark. Again, I said there was no point, as I'd get a crap mark anyway. -stop- My Mom's reminded me how she's sick of me and wished I wasn't born. -stop- Anyway, so I was grabbed and pushed against the wall. He grabbed my hair, and yanked it as hard as he could. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged his force, and ended up making my head smash into his nose. Away he cursed, saying it was all my fault. Oh dear, he pulled my hair, so it was my hair's fault, OBVIOUSLY. I try to defend myself. No way oooooooout. So I tried to run upstairs, away from him. But he came back, blocking me. I was pushed into the *downstairs* bathroom, and pinned up against the wall. I won't continue with this, because you'll start to think I was writing a 'racy' book. But no, nothing 'bad' happened, and I managed to escape from his grasp but got whacked to oblivion in doing so.

I felt like stopping there, as I just get punched and kicked for the next 10 minutes. Whee-hee, family Scapegoat at your service. There was another time, where my brother, who does tae-kwon-do, pinned me against the wall and elbowed me as hard as he could into my stomach. I couldn't move properly for 2 weeks. Yet I was blamed for that, too. Oh dear, I got in the way of a move from a person who does martial arts and should know not to use his moves on people outside the gym. Punishment again. Let's not even go on the subject of my 13th birthday.

Oh but yeah, they must love me because they haven't killed me yet. *thinks* Hold on...

I really can't be bothered to go find a pic of Gir gorging himself with chocolate (even though I know were one is), so here is a pic of Dib getting smacked in the face with a sandwich.

Anyway, my parents obviously didn't want me to do my homework, because they took me to Portsmouth to see my sister for 10 minutes. Want to know how far away from Portsmouth I live? About 1 hour. So they obviously didn't want me to work instead. I brought some Oreos with me, because the only other food I had today was a piece of burnt toast. So I ate oreos. I have an addiction for them. What a shame it is that I didn't have "The White Stuff - Weird Al" on my MP3 player! It would've been funny if I ate my oreos while listening to it (the song's all about... OREOSSSSS). But I ate my oreos and that was that. I like oreos. I also like the word oreo. I've said 'oreo' a lot.

Yay! OOOOOOOORRREEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! (In case you weren't wondering, I've just eaten some more.)

Anyway, So we got to her 'house'. She lives with several other people, but she doesn't care. They were watching Roxanne or something, some crappy day-time TV show. American sit-com. Turns out she put about £100 in her bank account, and spent about £1000. Oh dear. And she got another credit card. There were some of her radiographer-friends playing with a frisbee. They scared me. They stared at me. But I wasn't there for long, and I was soon back with the oreos in the car again. Back we go. It was a pointless trip.

When we got home, we were soon to visit Nan again, who'd just had an operation. So I brought my Zim toy along with me (he also went with me to Portsmouth - gotta love that alien!!). I skipped along the long suspended corridor again (not exactly skip, and not exactly run. Somewhere in between) to find the ward - ward B3. We went up in an elevator again, leaving me dizzy. We (we being me and my Dad) walked down the next corridor, and found Grandad and Steven (my brother) in a different room than before. There was a rather big bed, and an unrecognisable person lying asleep in it. It was Nan. She had been wired up, and had an oxygen mask over her mouth. We all watched her, while nurses gave us some chairs to sit on, and mentioned there was coffee and tea outside that we could have. It seemed like they thought we were to stay all night, or they thought she was giving birth, or something *shudders*. So we sat down, and continued to watch her. After some time, she began to move about, and moaned. She opened her eyes. Her mouth was covered in foam, and she tried to say something. I think it was "Hello," but I was told that this morning she said, "Help me," which is what it could have been, I don't know. But soon, my Grandad sent her to sleep again. So we decided to use the free drink service and get some drinks. We brought them back, and drank them while watching... yup, she sure was asleep. So very asleep. So I went back to get a re-fill, and while searching for the milk in the fridge, I found a stick of butter. I ate it. I went back with my drink of hot chocolate (I think it was...), and nothing had happened.

My drink was still hot. So I decided to let it cool. Nothing was happening. I announced I was departing (I was so very bored), but no one was paying attention. I went anyway. I walked down the corridor. First I went into the kitchen so see if I could find some bread (there was butter and a toaster... but no bread! ARGH!). I heard someone coming, and I didn't want to be asked why I was there (despite the fact I was given permission), and so ran out. But I was seen. The male... doctor or nurse smiled, and that was it. No need to panic. I continued down the corridor, out the doors, to where the elevators were. This is where I didn't know what to do. Should I go and have a surprise attack on the cancer patients? Scare the doctors operating on a near-death patient? No, I just went part the way down the stairs, and sat down, my legs sticking out from the bars. It was surprising actually, because there was a gap from the floor(/ceiling) to the window and wall. Big enough for someone to fall. I looked down. The fall would be lethal. COOL!!!!! But I looked out, and saw several other rooms several metres away, parallel to the side of the building I was on. It was quite cool to look out across everything. I could see several wards, including the children's ward. I felt very megalomaniacal for some reason. But then I saw something below me on my right. It was a room filled with green beds. I tried to get a better look. No one was there. So I decided to go and see this room with green beds, which was a floor below. Down I went. No one was around. Just me. I peeked behind a door, and saw the green beds. I looked around. No one was there, just as I saw before. I creeped in. I bent my arms up and joined them by the hands just below my neck, so if a nurse saw me I'd look innocent and Squee-like. My giant eyes were at the ready. I looked at the beds. A label said something about them able to squash around the body, so they'd be more comfortable. So I prodded them. I was wondering what it'd be like to lie on them, but thought I'd better not. I saw below them rusty and dust-covered oxygen tanks. At this point, I heard someone coming, so legged it. Though, I think they saw me anyway. Oh well. So I went back upstairs, and I saw 2 men with a newly-operated-on patient on a bed come out of an elevator. I followed them. I pretended I was a kind of body-guard. Then I had to go, as they were putting him into his room. And I went back to Nan's room. They didn't know I had gone. As soon as I got back, it was time to go. Aw. I had my still-hot drink, and left.

I'm going back tomorrow, or should do. I'm going to bring Zim along with me into the hospital to add more to the fun!!

Oh, and here's the pic of Gir after all.

I was meant to be doing all my homework today. Well, I did most of my german, at least. I was about to do my history homework when a thought popped into my head. "I wonder," I thought, "what would happen if I tried to barbecue a sausage using paper?" And once it was in there, it stuck. So I grabbed a bunch of printer-paper, and scrunched it up. I went outside and laid some dirt on the ground (safety first) with bricks around, to stop the fire from spreading, and to hold up the sausages. I got a sausage, and put in on a metal grid... thingy... you know what I mean. I poured a little oil on the paper, put it on the inside of my brick-square, and set it alight. It took quite a few matches to get it going. Then I put the sausages on. Time to wait.

Soon, there was a browning coat coming on my sausages. They were also starting to spit fat, which is where the fun begins. As the fire was beginning to rise, I heard a noise 'round the front (I was, of course, in the back garden/yard). That meant one thing: Dad was home. I'd have to quickly shift all the evidence (I couldn't say burn the evidence, could I??) before he found out what I've been doing. The fire was out, and I hid the sausages, but suddenly he appeared. He shuffled towards me. He asked what I was doing. I hesitated, still trying to cover up the burnt paper. He asked again. I said I was just making a fire... He wasn't angry, thank God, but he just said, "You're mad." He still hasn't found the sausages. I hope a bird hasn't taken off with them... Anyway, he's going shopping now, so I could continue my barbecue, yay!

More news of Nan? Well, apparently she's getting better. She's eating properly and they can do the operation on her leg tomorrow. Huzzah! I hope she'll be alright, though... But I guess it's as Brandon says, the more people who pray, the more God listens! :) Yay!

[EDIT - LATER] Oh wow!! O.O BEST SAUSAGES EVER! Why did I never do this before? WHHHHHHHHYYY?? That does it. On Saturday morning, I'm gonna have to make more!

I woke up at 11:30. If you think that's horribly late, think again, as I went to bed at 2am, therefore letting me have about 9 and a half hours of sleep, which is less than usual. ENOUGH OF SLEEP. I watched Invader Zim videos until 2:00, where I went to Hannah's house. I was told to bring my comics, and y'know why? So she could 'critisize them', as she stated on the phone. When she came to GET ME, we found that each other's hair had changed. Mine was straight, and her's was very short. So in the car, she saw my comics. I didn't hear much critisism, and that was that.

We arrived at her house. More or less as soon as we got there, we got on the computer. I watched as she played on the Sims. I have discovered the amazingness of Livin' Large (or Livin' it up, I think that's what the american version is...). If anyone has it, can anyone tell me if the telescope can abduct people and make men pregnant? I hear that's what happens in the Sims 2. ANYWAY I don't really care about playing on it, because sometimes I like to watch people play on games, especially the Sims and Theme Hospital. I don't know why. But about an hour and a bit was spent watching her on the Sims. After this, we were told to go to the shops in town to go food shopping. So, we walked up a hill, until we found a cat. Well, the cat found us, and it ran up to us, and sat on the wall. It stretched out its paw which I found later to be a 'hand-shaking' trick. Because one of the items we had to get was 'onions', we decided to call it 'Onion Cat'. Plus it looked like an onion. It was a clever onion cat. When we decided to go and leave it as we had to go buy the food, Onion Cat came and followed us. For a while, at least. It then jumped to the other side of a wall and left us.

We bought our onions and bread. Since we had some money still, we bought a cheese and bacon... thing... to share between us. We also left some bacon in case we came across Onion Cat again. And sure enough, we did. It was raining, so Onion Cat was sheltering under a roof of a house, and came towards us as I whipped out some bacon. It ate it, and began to follow us back again. But soon, Onion Cat went its own way, and that was the last we saw of Onion Cat. As it was raining, as I said, my hair had a severe reaction to the wetness, and exploded. I hate it when it does that.

Soon, I went home. I then heard more news about Nan. She had a blood transfusion, but apparently had too much blood put in her, and so is very ill now. :(

Today I made yet another Neopets account. That makes a total of... about 6 or 7 accounts. That was random.

It's valentines day today, and I did have plans. That was to watch at least 1 episode of my favorite cartoons. I have yet to watch today's Invader Zim episode. I'd watch it off the air NOW, but my Mom's watching... something, I don't know what. Anyway, I was dragged off to visit Nan, as she had to be taken to hospital last night due to her accident. I don't know how to describe it really, it seems so impossible for it to happen! What happened was she was on the toilet (I didn't think she could go on her own... oh well), and she slipped, and as she slipped her bone broke, tore through her foot so it jutted out, then went back in again. Blood everywhere. So I went to see her in the hospital.

"Doom doom doom" rattled through my brain when I was in the car park, as I've been in that hospital many times (but never, apart from when I was born, overnight), and so I've had great memories of being poked with needles and had pints of blood stolen from my arm. The last time I went there was last year, I think, when I had to go there for nut allergy stuff. Great visions of being stabbed with a needle, so they could deliberately see me react to the nut 'juices'. I walked down the long corridor, windows either side. I was suspended in the air. I wondered if anyone actually tried to jump through the windows. I looked at the windows, my *straightened* hair flying as I ran after my Mom in the reflection. My attention was drawn to what was outside. A large block, like flats, as they looked 'homely', and I have always thought of them as that. I was soon near to the wards. I went up in an elevator, and somehow found myself in the ward area where Nan would be. Foreign nurses around me, speaking in different accents. Some of them had questionable ethnicity (yes, I stole that saying from the Slacker game. But who cares?). I glanced over and found my Dad standing at the end of the corridor, and so went in that direction. He lead us into a room, where sickly people lay in beds. By the door was Nan. But she was not as I'd seen her 2 days ago, no, she looked better! She actually smiled for once in a long time, as she lay plastered to the well-cushioned bed. Grandad was sitting by her, and it looked like he'd been there for a very long time. We talked for some time, but there was a strange... coughing (or throwing up, I don't know) coming from another room. I described it as, "A turkey with a sore throat, who smokes several times a day, with 1 lung, and bird flu." Use your imagination, and you'll understand what it sounded like. A woman in one of the beds was crying, "NURSE!" every time a nurse came by (which was a lot of times), she pressed the assistance button several times, and after about 15 minutes, she was finally seen to. That's the NHS for you. But, back to Nan. We saw her leg, when the blanket was lifted up we saw a strange cast of some sort, with red liquid oozing out and staining the bed. I say 'red liquid' because I said it was blood but my Mom said it was... dead cells, or something. It was red, and that's what matters. Soon we had to leave, as one of the nurses with questionable ethnicity came by with a machine (it looked like one of the power boxes in my skool science lab). We said our goodbyes. But when we got out of the room, my Mom said, "My God." I enquired about her outburst, and she went on to explain that one of the rooms near Nan's room was where my other Grandad died. Horrible painful visions came back of me sitting on the end of the hospital bed playing with some small plastic dinosaurs while being watched by my deceased Grandad sprang to mind. That vision haunt me, as it is the only memory I have of him.

And a happy Valentines to you, too.

Today was a no reason day. Everything was done for no reason. We went to Bournemouth, for no reason. We went to Pizza Hut for no reason. Well, actually there was a reason, it's because I hate Burger King (ever since the chips were cooked into the paper packet and the burger had hair) and KFC (red chicken, soggy chips. Mmmm...) and MacDonalds (no need to say why), and I didn't feel like having ANOTHER sandwich, so Pizza Hut it was. I said what I wanted, but my Mom wanted to contradict me. I'm not allowed pepperoni because apparently I don't like it, mushrooms are not healthy, I can only have a small pizza, I'm not allowed desert or starters. I dared not ask for a drink. When it came to ordering, I collapsed on the table because Mom was taking charge again, and we argued in front of the waitress... thing. I said I might as well not say what I want as I'm not allowed anything. So she had to order my drink, a shoddy fizzy orange Tango. I hate fizzy drinks. My mom doesn't know me.

Sorry, I just saw an absolutely awful joke on TV which I have to share with you. I was watching Dastardly and Muttley in their flying machines, and a van dropped Muttley outside by Dastardly, and he said, "Welcome back from obedience school, Muttley, let's see what you've learnt. Can you... sit up?" Muttley gets down and does some sit ups. That was a horrible joke. Speaking of horrible jokes, now I'm watching DangerMouse. ANYWAY, I was dragged off to some clothes shops. I practically screamed when my Mom hovered a pink jacket over me. She kept doing this. So many clothes shops I went into. So little point. And I didn't get ANYTHING I wanted (anything being a paranormal book... ha ha ha).

And I discovered Nan had an accident... oh dear. I hope it isn't serious... Though knowing her health, the chances of that are slim. :(

Haha, all this month I've been writing every day, except for the 9th. Thought I'd point that out for no reason.

Well, today I went to my Nan and Grandad's house. I went there because my Mom said they needed company and Nan was going... a bit... mad? She was seeing people who weren't there (don't think she's hallucinating because she's basically blind) and was saying strange things. So I went there and after a while, when we left her on her own, sitting in the armchair that she sits in more or less 24 hours a day, she started wailing and saying she 'wanted to go home'. Um, ok. It worried the hell outta me to hear her like this, I mean, come on, in the movies you just think "Oh, ok, they've gone mad. Oh well." But I can tell you, in real life it's one of the most weirdest and worrying things you'd ever come across. What the heck was she seeing?? What did she mean by... 'home'?? I decided to go off and play monopoly while my Mom was talking to her about... anything.

We hadn't gone far into the game until my Grandad left to go tend to Nan. I followed after, but I was ushered out of the room. While they were doing... something... I went to explore the small bungalow. I went into my favoritest place there, the conservatory-thing. It brings back memories of when I was about 7 or 8 and I would 'go up to London' on the excercise bike, and 'lived in a flat' with Grandad. I had... a very strange mind then. Every week I'd play that game, or I'd play the 'tiger game' where I was a tiger, got caught and lived in a zoo while being fed on jelly and blancmange. ...Yes. ANYWAY, I seemed so BIG in there, it might have been that I've grown a little since I was 8 or it might have been the fact that there were dirty big chairs in there. I don't know. But I managed to find some old magazines some guy gave to us when we bought some Amiga gear (including the ever-so amazing game 'Elf' from Ocean... god bless the creators of that game! I could play it for hours on end!!). They were called 'Input' and were magazines about programming, and I particularly liked the games section. I wonder why? Soon enough, I was dragged outta there. My Mom was going, and wanted to know if I was coming now, or she'd have to pick me up later. So picking me up later it was.

When she left, I wished she didn't. Wails emerged from the living room, and Grandad had to soothe Nan. I went exploring again. I found some strange diaper-looking thing on the floor. I grabbed a walking stick, and soon found my hypothesis was correct. Yummy. I quickly left the diaper alone and went into the spare bedroom, to find more junk to play with. I found some old photos of them, when they were about 20-25ish. There were year-old bags of flour, and some excercise equipment. I found a giant sponge-like thing on top of an old TV, but decided to leave it alone, seeing as it had brown stains. There were dolls, teddy-bears, radios... but I could still hear wailing and crying and it was driving me even more insane than usual. But Grandad rescued me and produced a tape-measure. I have discovered that I am still 4'10", maintaining a record of that height for about 3 years (maybe more). I also descovered 5'9" is very big and the tape-measure's tape reaches about 16'.

Soon, Dad came. Nan started wailing as Grandad had left her for a few seconds, and Dad immediately rushed over to her. The conversation was quite amusing from my point of view, with shouts of, "You WILL see a doctor," followed by a slurred, "No, I don't want to." In conclusion, she's seeing a doctor tomorrow, I think, though she's oblivious to that fact.

Oh, what a shame it is to leave that house so soon!

ARGH It took me fricken ages to find that picture, but it was so worth it.

Most of my friends would be pleased to know that today my mom bought me some hair straighteners. In case you are some random person from Norway who I've never met before, my hair's gelled to stay curly (in effect, it's still considered 'Natural'), so people complain of the slimeyness. Anyway, so I managed to get some straighteners. But, when I thought about it, I didn't want them. I don't want them. It would make my hair straight, just like everyone else's, and I wouldn't be 'Bob' anymore. I'd be... just another carbon copy. I promised myself back when I was before the age of 10, that I would never use anything on my hair to change it. Then I started gelling it. And now I have straighteners. I also promised myself I'd never use make-up on myself, so... one day I'll probably use it. And I'd become more like the person I shouldn't be. Next I'd be into boys and soap operas, and 'it' (I do not like the word...life) wouldn't be enjoyable anymore, and I'd be like everybody else, not an indervidual, but just a carbon copy like all the plastics. A bottle of water. A barbie doll. A dalek. The same as everyone else. We should all be like Subway sandwiches, all different in every way, different bread, different filling, different sauce... I'm hungry now. How much I can write about hair straighteners!! Let's continue. I wish I could just get those straighteners, turn them on, and clamp them to the box they came in and watch them BURN away. Thinking about it, it is more economically wise to use them straighteners instead of the gel, but I don't care. I always give in to peer pressure, and I hope someone convinces me to pump every drug under the sun into me altogether before... it's too late.

Guess what mood I'm in now.

I'm in a celebratory mood at the moment. Today was probably one of the best days in my life, as I managed to get Dreamweaver (the website-making software) from my IT teacher, and I found a 'The Art of Cartooning with Flash' book in the library... complete with CD!! And I've ACTUALLY made a pretty decent flash 'movie'!!! Wahey! I grasped how to use it very quickly (it's animating, after all...) and I managed to produce a few-seconds long 'cartoon' after about 3 and a half hours after getting it. If you think that's bad, I did it pretty quickly really, seeing as I had to draw the picture a few times, edit it, add sound, etc etc etc. It is basically Vampeep, with a sign, and there's lightning. Go here, if you dare:
http://img51.imageshack.us/my.php?image=vampeep2vq.swf . Try looking at the bigger version of it. It's going on the website I'm going to make for it later, but first I've gotta do a new Vampeep comic, as I've left it for over a month. Oops.

Well, about Romiet and Julio. Last night I went with some of my year-group to see the well-known Shakespearian play, Romeo and Juliet. I just have to say, it was one of the most boring things I've ever seen. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but I just... couldn't. We were all alert and listening when lightening effects came on, then we all lost interest after they started talking. I also have to say this: I never knew in those days they wore trainers, jeans, and I also didn't know that they had blacks in Italy at that time, and neither did I know that Juliet was an Indian. In case you were wondering, no, it was not a modernised version. My favorite characters were the Nurse and Mercutio. OK, Mercutio did incredibly dodgy things (too dodgy to mention here o_0) but he was funny and was cooler than the other gits....I mean guys. And the Nurse, everybody liked the Nurse. She also was dodgy. Very strange gestures. But I was quite amazed when the lights suddenly came on (evidently at the wrong time) and the stage was lit up with green and red. The actors took notice, but carried on from where they left. I am not capable of doing that myself, so that was pretty amazing. We also took great delight in shouting "He's behind youuuuuuu" when Juliet tried to find Romeo (who's dead), and before he takes the poison shouting, "Don't do it! She's not DEAD!!!!!"

Good times, good times.

Quick note first, yesterday I finished the new Teacher's Pet Hate. Hurrah.

Now, about the business thing. Today we had a kind of... business... thing. I don't know how to describe it. They said it was a conference, though it wasn't. We were told to dress in formal clothing, and so I slapped on the usual, but changed the JackHammer Rampage t-shirt into a plain white shirt, and shoes instead of trainers. When I arrived I found there was no point in changing what I usually wear, as I saw 'revealing' tops on some plastics. If that was formal, I hate to think what informal is. We were grouped off with some employees of various companies to run our own ideas of things. I will now describe.

First off, we were told to make a large poster on what we thought Industry was. Most groups got on and did it, but unfortunately OUR group leader wanted to know us all first. Everyone was saying their favorite kind of music, and sh1t. I said, "I am me. And that's that." She (the leader) looked rather shocked, and asked me more questions, like my favorite lesson, but I left the answers intentionally vague. I don't think that was a very good start. After we learnt each other's favorite color for lipstick, our time had run out for making our poster. So it was rushed, thanks to her. I later saw other groups' posters, and they were full of magazine cuttings (that was what the poster was meant to be made up of) while ours was a sad looking piece of orange card with a couple of women on it. Well done us.

Next was to design an idea of a new product/service. I was thinking of a robot (I always do in these circumstances) but the GIRLS wanted to go with an idea already made before. That was, a pad or something to put in your high heels to stop your feet from hurting. I almost threw up on the idea. I made loud choking sounds to get my comment across, but it was ignored, and so 'Flip-Flips' it was. And I actually was allowed to take part in this for a change! ...I drew the shoe-shape. Yes. But anyway, the GIRLS were mucking about for the presentation, saying lamely (intentionally?): "Ow. My feet really hurt. What can I do now?" "Try... Flip-flips!" "Wow, my feet are nice and cosy." (Yes, they used the word 'cosy'.) I almost instantly knew we were not to win. And we didn't. If only we went with the idea of a robot.............

Lastly, we were to make note-pads. I don't actually know the point of this excercise. We were to make as many note-pads as we could in a set amount of time (20 minutes) and according to the equipment we used our profit was deducted. Then we were to 'sell' them to other groups (why would they want to help other groups win?). We did not have enough paper. And I stood around doing nothing for most of those 20 minutes, for I was on scissor-duty. And they were pretty crap. I didn't see the point in the excercise. I really didn't. In the end, we made a profit LOSS of 500%. Go us.

I'm glad the pointless day is over, and I could go back to Zim :)

I'm rather... out of breath... right now. And I'll tell you why.

When I came home today, I found a letter stuck in the letter box. A red one. I instantly recognised what kind of letter it was, a 'you were not home' notice that it put in your letterbox when they couldn't deliver your package to you. I rejoiced, that meant that my package was in england at last. The package? None other than a Zim toy (Insert groan #52 here). As no parental transport was available until after 5 pm, and the post office closes at 5 pm, I had no other choice than to retrieve it myself. So The quickest way there and back was by bike.

So I got my trusty (not rusty) chopper bike from my garage, and got a small bag ready to contain a packet, as the red letter said it was a packet. So I set off, trying to dodge the bins (well done for choosing garbage-collecting day to get my toy) and falling into the road every time. Crossing the road wasn't easy, either, as cars were flying everywhere which did not want to let a desperate little curly-haired black-wearing chopper-riding little girl go and get her beloved toy. But somehow I managed to cross, get over the bridge, and miraculously I remembered the way there. When I got there, havs and layabouts were everywhere, and I was paranoid about my bike being stolen, so while I waited for assistance, I kept an eye on my bike. Suddenly, a little girl popped in, chatting away to someone. Then a women followed her. A man finally appeared, and I passed over my red letter, and he got something off a shelf... Shock, horror. I only had room in my bag for a packet, but what he passed over was a box. I almost cried. I went outside, and furiously endeavoured to open the box, so I could transfer my toy to my bag. I saw I was getting nowhere, and the lady inside saw that too. She commented, "Must be something exciting!" This is where I found the opportunity to succeed in opening it. I asked as politely as I could if I could try to get the box opened using some keys. Thankfully she accepted, but opened the box herself (probably doesn't trust a girl wearing black). Finally the selotape freed the box open, I thanked her (very muchly so) and she left with her child who was asking what she was doing. I quickly threw Zim into my bag (I want no stealers!!) and went on my way.

I found it more difficult going back than coming to Wimborne (I live in Merley, by the way, and I believe the journey was about 2 miles altogether). I think it was because I had to go up a giant hill. Oh and, about the box, I perched it on the back of the seat on the bike (one advantage of choppers). As I was about to cross the road to get close to home, the box fell off in the middle of a busy road. I thought the oncoming car would crush it, but thankfully I was allowed to go and retrieve it. I would've smiled at the driver at this point, but I was so weak I decided it would be best to save my energy. I was... so glad to get home. And even now, Zimmy's perched on my knee, and seems to be reading my adventure. And that is love... or just stupidity.

I have about...15 minutes until blogger is down for updating...or something. So I'll try to type as quick as I can.

Anyway, I've sorted the comic thing. The message was passed to Hannah through LP about my upsettiness about the whole copy-righting, and stuff. In biology, she came up to me and apologised, and said how she didn't know how strong I felt about it all, and she only wanted to help. I passed off her apology, and acted like nothing had happened. So I showed her my new 'toy', a glove wrapped 'round my fingers to make it look like a super-hero. ANYWAY, I'm glad we sorted the whole thing, as we developed a new idea together (mainly me, ha. But she helped, so I'm not complaining) about Jem (the character) with a rubber glove blown up and put up her sleeve and shaking hands with a girl and it comes off and there's chaios... etc. It's still not fully done, so there. But today, I'm just so very the whole comic thing got sorted, and me and Hannah are friends again (I think she's oblivious to the fact that I hated her... ;) ).

I 'got' some songs off the internet today, and right now I'm listening to Rocky 8 (Weird Al), also known as The Rye or the Kaiser (Eye of the Tiger, I love that song and so it's now even BETTER). But, have I told you of my new desktop sounds? I changed them a few days ago. My computer's really slow when logging off/shutting down, and I rarely get emails. So now, I changed that... Now when I log off or get an email, my computer screams in a GIR voice, "FINALLY!!!!!!!!" That was...

...So very random.

Now, no time to add another picture! Almost time for blogger to be down!

Good-fly!!

I have nothing better to do now. I've done part of the new TPH, hating Hannah while drawing every panel. There are 10 so far. 10 crappy panels. I should do my German homework too, but y'know, I just can't be asked. I can never be asked. So I'm reading 'true' ghost stories on the interesting net. And I'm thinking how fun it would be to be possessed or meet up with a pontianak... Or anything like that. Just like Dib, I'm a fan of the paranormal. So now I will share with you my crap knowledge of horrible beings. Because I felt like it.

So, the pontianak. Probably my favorite kind of ghost. They rock. The are basically a kind of Malaysian vampire lady. They have long hair and long fingernails and usually are beautiful (how I hate that word). They can sometimes lure men into... Coming close to them, then... Yummy. They can also be a women who died giving birth. But the best thing about them (?) is that they feast on a pregnant woman's fetus, by ripping open the stomach with their long nails and gorging themselves on the unborn baby. Yay! Death!

Now let's see... El Chupacabra. Goat Sucker. No really, that's what its name means. Anyway, it basically sucks the blood outta goats, if you didn't guess already. I don't really know what it looks like, as I've seen many 'pictures' of it. But its apparently a kind of lizard... thing. In Mexico.

Nessie, our lovely dinosaur-like thing. The loch ness monster. What it's doing there and how it's been alive for all this time, I don't know. I read in a history book that a king (or something) had Nessie as a pet, and it did all his work for him. That's just weird. My brother saw some footage of a sighting of Nessie on the news, when I was about... 7. Unfortunately I missed it and remained very angry that week.

Ghosts. The kind I know most about, apart from the Pontianak, is the poltergeist. What they are is summed up in the lovely German translation: "Noisy Ghost." Poltergeist are generally not harmful, unlike what they seem to be in movies. I've had a few encounters of poltergeist before, but I'm not saying about them, because if I do, I'm gonna get my ass kicked. So anyway, they basically move things, and tend not to hurt people. They just move things.

Demonsssssss. Those evil things. They can change shape (lucky things) into whatever they want. But, they're just evil, because they DEFIED God and are evil spirits. And they live in the world of flames and hot...things. Ha ha. I think I saw a demon (or something, anyway) when I was about 2 or 3, but that's another story. Strangely enough, it's the only memory that I have of my toddler-ness. Anyway, next is our last paranormal thing.

Ok, you guessed it. Or maybe not. Our last paranormal being isssssssss: THE ALIEN!!!!! *giggles madly so that her head falls off, and continues laughing* Aliens, I don't know where they come from, but probably from some planet so very far away and only they have the technology to move faster than the speed of light. Well, that's my guess. If I find a planet inhabited by... creatures, y'know what I'd call it? Planet Irk. ANYWAY, the basic idea of what an alien looks like is a giant head with giant slanted black eyes, and yeah, a nose and mouth. I don't actually know the PURPOSE of the aliens, but they're just there, being swiped by the FBI and Area 51 and being decapitated for no real reason. Strangely enough, aliens are usually sighted in America... coinsidence? Ha. As for crop circles, my hypothesis is that those aliens are graffitying. Naughty things. Or they're just trying to kill us all. I don't know.

I've been interested in the paranormal ever since I was a toddler, so please don't complain about this random post. Now that I've filled you with knowledge, you will understand how I need to go to the mental institute very badly.

Well, today was a waste. I was gonna do my comic, but I haven't been bothered to do it yet. Damn you, Hannah! You're putting me under pressure!!!!!

I woke up half an hour later than I usualy do. SHOCK HORROR. 10:15 and just woken up! Oh no. Anyway, before I knew it, it was 12:00. Mimes cry when you're having fun. Or something. So I had a shower. No pictures, please. Not even in your brain. (I've already disturbed Nikki by showing her a picture of Zim naked.) So anyway, I was ready to go. I wait, and wait, and wait some more...While every member of family in my household has a nap at different times. I however stay awake, and waiting. Finally my mom wakes up and everyone's ok to go. So I sit in the car with my mom and wait for my dad and my brother. I wait some more. After waiting for an unbearable time, I go in, and suddenly we've all given up on the idea of going out. In fury, I went into the garage and... got out my bike.

Later, I come back. On my bike. My dad's car's gone. My mom's the only one in the house. So I put my bike away, and she said she could go with me somewhere. I asked about the others and she explained they've probably gone somewhere, shopping, or something. So I go with her.

She took me to Poole. She took me around all these horrible clothes shops. She made me wear these SHOES, with PINK on the inside!! *faints* It looked doubly weird because I wear black. I wear clothes like Dib's, strangely enough. Except, as I've explained, for the ultra-cool boots. ANYWAY the shoes were too big, so I felt like I was wearing flippers. So my mom bought them. Horrible things. There was only one thing that I bought that I liked...A keyring of Philip, the dog off Wallace and Gromit (obviously...not Gromit). It was reduced from £5 to £1. I buy. That reminds me, I don't think Anti-Pesto would like to take care of this rabbit:
And no, it's not 'shopped.

So we come back. We have with us some foooooooooooood from a chippy. Horrible sh1t, but we have to eat something. Then it turns out that Dad and my brother (he's called Steven, by the way) were actually looking for me when I was on my bike. Oops. What a lovely day!