Dear Die-ary...

Back to skool.

How fun.

I hateth skool. Why do we have to go back? What's the point of learning? Come on, some of these juvenile delinquents, nay, most, would not learn anything even if 1 simple fact/whatever was told to them every single day for the next 72 years. Even if it was the same fact.

Speaking of juvenile delinquents...

Today I tried to gain access to my locker. It was bad enough that the easiest access was cordoned off. Building work, AGAIN. My skool's always having builders 'round to do something. Some of them look like they're from the YMCA. ANYWAY, so I went into the block where my locker was. Ah, my locker. It has beautiful grafitti on it, such as, "If you notice this notice, you will notice this notice isn't worth noticing," and, "Help Stamp out Grafitti," written on by the me. And yes, I am the one who keeps writing that in thick black perminant marker in the toilets. I mean, in the toilet cubicles. I also wrote, "These chocolate bars taste like cotton," on the tampon machine. So now you know. Or not. So, erm, away from that. So, I went to my locker. And have you ever seen (the later) Godzilla movie, where our 'heroes' are in Madison Square Garden, and they see all the baby dinosaurs running around? Replace the running with sitting, and baby dinosaurs with plastics. Even worse!! Noooooooooooooooooo!! But, they were EVERYWHERE. I didn't think that that many year 9 plastics could fit in that small space. And why in our locker area?? I don't understand. So, I shouted, "Excuse me," in fact, I shouted it several times. But they didn't hear me. So when I barged through the crowd, they screeched, "You could've been polite and said 'excuse me'." I almost died. I accidentaly 'touched' a girl whose legs were flailing about the place, supposedly dancing to the music she was blasting her ears out with. She screamed, "OOOOOOOOW!! You touched me!!" I gave her a strange look while her friends sympathised. They stared at me, as if to say, "Why can't you FLOAT???????" I just continued, while they laughed at me for not being one of them. How is it that people who are not plastics are not considered 'cool' enough to be a person? So, I got out of that sticky mess. In fact, after I got out, I screamed at them, "FREAKAZOIDS!!" I think a few heard. Good for them.

So, let's stop that rant. I made a rather SHOCKING discovery. Not very shocking, but it kinda shocked me in a 'Have I got it wrong?' way. Thing is, I found a picture of Jem I did ages ago.
Anyone with a quick eye would see what I did 'wrong'. Look, the color of her arms is wrong!! They should be pink!! I paniced at a MISTAKE, and looked at my Zim toy. But that showed his arms red too. Then I looked around for more Zim media, to prove it one way or another. But, then I made an even worse discovery than that...

Lookie!! The arms on the Zim toy's red, and in the cartoon his arms are pink!! Well, that enlightened my year. At least I'm not entirely wrong?

I'll stop b1tching about colors now. XP