Dear Die-ary...

Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.

And you never know that if it ever did relent...

It would not be because it cared.

OK, that quote up there has nothing to do with the reflection of my mood, nor any significance to today's happenings. Honest. I just thought it might be a nice JTHM quote... or not, as the case may be. Speaking of JTHM, have a nice remastered comic - http://www.704d.com/bob/jthm/jthm5/jthm5.jpg . It's my fav JTHM comic! Yay! *cough*

Lots of things have happened today. Let's see... how did it start? OK, well, there was a rugby tournament, or something. Little kids ran around in striped jumpers, while 'senior' people charged at them. Three of my friends, Evil, Alice, and Jonesy, attended this mindless (but fun) sport, but Jonesy just helped. So they were absent. Well, Jonesy came back...

I was surprised she came back, but what the hell. Soon was breaktime, and yet again plastics obstructed the exit. I pushed past, and made my escape. I live again! So I went up to maffths. And while I was there, since it is at the top of the whole skool (loads of stairs), I looked down on 'My world'. There are two things I love doing in this world (apart from going on random walks where I get totally lost): Looking down on high-up views, and the stars. I love the stars. And the moon. But it's quite sad that I love the stars, however know only two constellations - the seven sisters (duh), and Orion. I always scream 'ORION' whenever I see it. I also know what the eye of Taurus looks like (it's... just one star... a reddish one), but don't know where it is in the sky. I like looking at the stars. They're so far away, yet look so near...
OK, this marks where I stop rambling about the stars. WELL, I was looking over 'My world', when Jonesy comes in, not looking... very happy. I ask her wtf was wrong, but she just made some noise, and some hand gesture (not middle or two fingers), indicating, "Go f*ck yourself, I ain't telling you." So, there, I left her alone. But when the Maffths teacher started talking, Jonesy just exploded like a volcano. A very wet volcano. And she was 'allowed' to go out of the classroom. When all eyes watched her leave, I was told to follow. The only thing that came into my mind was, "SH1T!! NOT ME!! WHY ME??" No, I'm not saying I didn't want to be with a crying Jonesy, and try to make it all better, I'm saying... let's just say I'm not the best comforter in the world. I just wanted to be left out of this. It's bad enough that Jonesy was crying, but if I was there with her, trying as hard as I could to stop her crying, she'd probably want to run and jump out of a window, while slitting her throat, after swallowing some cyanide. So, I got up, and I almost fell over. Yeah, I was concerned for Jonesy's outburst, and it bloody well showed, I can tell you. So after attempting to get out of the door without my legs giving way, leaving me in a mess rolling all over the carpet, I met the soaking Jonesy by the door. She told me what had happened. OK, well, she plays rugby. However, she was not playing in the tournement. But, instead, she wanted to help. But the malicious robot Mrs Edwards, snarled at her, in her high-pitched way, which is as unlevel as a boy's with a breaking voice, saying she could not help out. She had to go back to classes, while all her (other) friends were running on the field, breaking their necks without her. So I went with her to get a drink, while missing Maffths. Whee-hee. So, she got her drink. But, two people gave her hugs. It pained me. I flattened myself against the lockers. I hate...the...hugging! So, we went out again. But, I randomly saw some...black thing, shuffling across the ground. A very small black thing... I ran up to it, and Jonesy told me it was a mole. I denied this, and said it was an eyeless hamster. After making it jump over my shoe a few times, I left it alone and all was well.

Or was it...?

So, instead of lunch fun (sounds so wrong.), I had to revise for a history test. Again. I was given the answers, and what I needed to revise. So I went on and revised, and revised, while Fred talked about... I forget. A lot of topics appear in our conversations. In case you weren't wondering, it was on McCarthy. I pronounce it "Mc-Car-thee", making horrible sharp clicking noises at the Cs. McCarthy... and communism hating... and how he was such an accusing b@stard, and... Mmmyeah.

So, there was the history test. But as she wrote the questions on the board... Holy crap! They were different questions to the 'hints'!! Damn, I can do it, I can do it... However, I rather used my writing paper as a handtowel, for I was sweating blue lights (Need to know what this ACTUALLY means...) all over it. Everyone else seemed to be going on fine, while my pen suddenly broke. I only had 8... excuse me, for then I had about 6 minutes left to write. I wrote down everything that came to my mind, excluding, "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP", for that would look bad on my test. Soon, I ran out of ideas, just in time for the end of the test. I looked around. I appeared to have written more than most... but that might have been because I was writing drivel, I just plainly write big, or because of the need for speed, I rushed and scrawled all over the page. But Fred was rather... p1ssed off because just as she was going to write the best bit, she ran out of time. 8 minutes is not enough.

I'm glad it's over. I just dread the result.