Dear Die-ary...

Have a couple of pictures of Jem I did today and yesterday. The only thing that's good about the pictures are the backgrounds. That is sad. Stoopid pictures. Stoopid sad pictures.

Aheh, yes. You know all that sh1t I said yesterday? It didn't stop there. Soon after I published it I was attacked again. But this time, instead of just being knocked down, I was knocked down, stamped on, grounded into the... floor (trying not to say 'ground' too many times) and... yeah. I managed to get a nosebleed after Dad repeatedly punched my nose, and I have a slight black ring 'round one eye, and on the other I have some sort of red sore on my eyelid. Apparently I also had a fat lip.

Details of what happened are too blurry. All I learnt from it was this: Grabbing someone's mouth is a great way of attacking. No really, try it.

Good things, and bad things, happened this day. I could not be bothered doing my art work yesterday, and I knew that if I was caught with an empty artbook, I would be even more dead than I was now. I had drawn Jem too many times in my 'spare time', heh heh. But, thank the lord who lives in the sky wearing a loin cloth, Miss Tw@ttly was not there. So I drew Jem more times. Kahahahaha! But I have art again tomorrow... damn. So what. I don't care.

Also, the biology. I was told to sort out my folder, and I forgot. Dun dun dun! Thankfully I was reminded at the last minute, and I tried to get the sorting done. However, for some reason a lot of people wanted to 'play' with me. Nikki was tapping me on my shoulder. Charlie was nudging me out of the way. There was a chorus of, "What're you doing?" aimed at me. But I still got it done. And my teacher still didn't appreciate it.

Screw 'er.

So, I will now say about my RE work. We were set a bunch of questions, and these were my answers. I don't remember the questions, but they were all on the lines of how people influence your moral beliefs.

1. Teachers because they drill their personal beliefs into your little skull and in your mind it is right even if it is world-destroyingly wrong.
2. Songs because they stick in your mind and a simple song like, "Old MacDonald," could cause a world-wide religion.
3. 'Friends' because they want to make you into a carbon-copy of themselves, and if you don't believe their tedious little inane beliefs, they will, "Not be mah fweind anymore! Hmph!" And teenagers want to be cool and be with their chavvish sodomite friends. So they hang around street corners at night and rape 93 year old women because their friends like it. So they must.
4. 2 different occupations - Job and career. A career can influence someone into falling on the floor, crying their body fluids out, because they know they're going to be stuck in that occupation forever. Jobs can be quitted and you can staple a picture of your ass onto your boss's face. And laugh.
5. "If there is no life after death, there is no point in behaving morally." There must be a life after death. Where else would your soul go? Just disappear? Is 'God' a magician who zaps the souls away? Even magicians must put their disappearing substance somewhere, even if it is backstage. Backstage is, in this case, heaven, and the bathrooms at the back are the bathrooms of hell. More proof that there is a life after death is all the crackpots who say they've been to heaven and back (much like JTHM), and those naughty people playing with ouija boards who call a spirit from the spirit world. Also, there have been many people who have gotten possessed. Where did the 'possessor' come from? Somewhere. That somewhere is the afterlife. In conclusion, the above quotation is a load of bullsh1t.

Thank God I didn't have to hand that in.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 10:07 PM