Dear Die-ary...

Hmm... a picture of Strong Bad in a sailor suit. Unfortunately I made the mistake of posting this on my Bebo account, and an even worse mistake as making it my profile picture. Why was it a mistake? The plastics'll probably think it's some sort of, you know, s*x-costume, and that I have s*xual fantasies about him. Not that I do, of course. OF COURSE. Seriously though, I don't. I know their logic, believe me, I know all about the plastic mind. (Except for one thing... Why do they enjoy being like they are??) However, what balances that belief, is that my current bebo flash box is a Strong Bad email. I just couldn't find any decent Zim ones that aren't from YouTube (it blocks them, or so it seems).

Anyways, I should be art homeworking. I've done hardly any art work, and tomorrow my teacher wants our books. A failure is in our midst... Personally, I don't care. Who, in REAL life, actually does art historicals?? It's so pointless, and in a way, it's stealing. (I'm covering up the fact that I can't find a decent picture...) What also is annoying is that they ASSUME that we have the equipment we need. In my case, I do not have a camera. Well, yes, I do, but not a self-developing-picture camera, or a digital one where you can upload the pictures. And they just ASSUME we do. Assuming is bad.

So photographs are out of the question. I can't find a decent enough picture for my art historical, and it's all in for tomorrow. I can survive on a D. I bet at the end of my years at Parkstone Grammar School, I'll be known as 'PGS's first and only D student'.

Really, I like art. I like drawing and painting... and modeling clay figures of your enemies and smashing them... But I cannot stand the lessons. I cannot work under a request. "DO THIS," and it'll be done crapply. Is that what they want?? HUH?? HUH?? HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH?????? I somehow think not.

So instead on working on this, I just went for a 2 hour ride. I like going for long rides, because you get some time to yourself for once. Well, not really time TO YOURSELF, but I find that no one wants to talk during long rides. And if they do, I don't join in. I'm one of those types who like to stare out of windows and daydream. I haven't been able to properly daydream for some time, and so long car rides does the trick. My art book came along, too, just in case I could be bothered to do any work. I did... a little. A miniscule amount. So, what was this ride for? To get my sister back. It seems she was allowed to stay on the surface world for a few days. Right now she's annoying me, talking in her loud chubby-like way, gabbing about something that nobody cares about. Her voice has always annoyed me, especially when she decides to talk to my Dad in the dead of the night (which happens a lot). She's a plastic, I'm a... me. We're too different, which is why we hate each other.

I do believe that either I, or she, is adopted.