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.