That is a Robin Hood-type lemming. Now I will write this entry in plastic-speak until I get disgusted with myself. Ahem...
Right, so, like, today, i like, missed anotha 2 art lessons! OMG, i know! It's so, like, weird, Ive missd 4 art lessons in a row! lol rotflmao haha. So I totally did nothin all lesson, coz the art teacher was doin some art exams for the year 11s, like. So we had 2 substitute teachers, and that's y i did nothin. Actually, FYI, i did do something. i made a Vampeep-themed notebook, and ma friends think its cool. Aw, thanks guys! x Mwaa x
*back in reality* That was horrible. That 'x Mwaa x' at the end has disturbed myself. And all the spelling and grammatical errors! So horrible! On with plastic speak. Let's see how low I can go.
Also, right, i like, gave in my Vampeep comic, so it can be published and stuff. Nikki, you'd better have given that comic in and shown my notebook to Miss Prestidge! Grr! lol, love ya really! *back in reality - no I do not* But, like, i spent all my time gettin it all nice for Miss Prestidge. Ooh, i hope she publishes for me! ^_^
*back in reality* Eck, that was not a very good plastic speak paragraph. Not enough love and 'like's. And I've already put a sidenote for the 'love ya really' bit! This is getting to be so verilly funny. I will continue to take the p1ss outta these dumbsh1ts.
OMG, I had a b1tch fight with some b1tch today! She was soooooooo much a cow! OMG, she was like, "You bad-mouthin mah friend? You bad-mouthin mah friend?" Only coz Fred called a girl called Georgina Howlett a b1tch. And, OMG, Georgina is one. She like, spat on Bella's face once (Bella's a quite nice 'n' popular girl). She is such a cow. And like, the girl who was eavesdroppin on OUR conversation, Melissa Fitzsimmons, was like, being such a cow. She was like, "B1tching is SOOOOOOO 5th year," so I said, "Is that y u do it all the time, then?" She was, like, so confused, the b1tch. I think me and Fred won the argument, yay! lol -_^
*back in reality* That was basically the main reason why I decided to speak in plastic language. I detest plastics like that, bad-mouthing people, and when someone bad-mouths them, they think it is unfair, and cloud out all memory of ever doing wrong. You know something? The whole situation reminds me so much of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.
Eh, not the best picture to use, and I've used it once before, but as you can tell, it's one of my favorite quotes. From my favorite comic from my second favorite issue. ANYWAY, I would've used one from the comic in issue 2, where there's the pretty girl in a straightjacket. Or one of the ones from the first comic in issue 3. However, I couldn't find these mysitcal pictures of mystical mystic! (Mystic?) Ooh, here's a pretty good one:
Yup, I guess that's a better one. It explains the plastics' personality. However, some, some, plastics are good. Two plastics came over to us after the fight to apologize for them. Some are good. ...but everytime I look at that picture there^, I feel sorry for Nny. Sorry... probably because I know what it's like to be laughed at by random strangers in the street. I know what it's like to fear going outside, fear of what will happen to you. Fear of how much lower your self esteem will go. I spent nearly half a year refusing to go outside, other than to go to skool. People would stare, all ages, at me, and even old ladies laughed. Teenagers were the worst, of course. They would laugh at me, swear at me, and I think one even threw stuff at me. When you're told to ignore it, you realise that there's no point in it. They're always going to be there, the world population laughing at you. No one to turn to - everyone's laughing. This happened for about 2 years, until the 'problem' was sorted out. In fact, I still fear going outside. I still get stared at sometimes, but I haven't heard any laughter recently. Why is the world like this? Is it a case of, "You're not my friend! I'm only nice to my friends! Therefore... must be evil!" Or is there... something more serious?
I hate plastics. I really do.
Love ya all! xXx
...Not really.
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 8:35 PM
