Dear Die-ary...

No I'm not joking. I've had 199 posts before this one. Oh, and I bet you'll be saying, "Where've you been???" while holding your knives close to your wrists. Not very far, the answer is. Well, I did go to Greece, as I said. Then I was gonna post when I came back. But couldn't be bothered and decided to leave it for Thursday, my first day back at skool. THEN I fell ill with food poisoning. And here I am now. There is a lesson to be learnt: Don't put off what you can do tomorrow... what you can... eat... in several decades' time. Or however the saying goes.

So how was Greece? Greasy. Just greasy. OK, it wasn't. I was just trying to show a bad pun. And... erm... Yes. The only real thing of note is that I managed to block the drains. I just stuffed loads and loads of toilet paper down the toilets and then they got blocked. For the whole hotel. No water coming out of the taps, even. I'm very proud of myself. Well, I managed to boost the sales of bottled water. Other than that, my brother went mosquito hunting. At night. It was a sort of... Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... BANG. Oh, and by the pool, there was this woman who was topless. Everyday. She would do nothing but sit by the pool topless. And she was fat. A fat, topless woman. And she'd walk around the hotel like that, too. Thankfully, she put something on at mealtimes.

Ah yes, and skool. Kraaaagh, I hate these peoples. There's all these brown-legged plastics going around, saying where they've been, which guys they've screwed over the holidays, and how their perverted lives are perfect. Perverted perfect lives. Anyway, everyone was hyped up, and at the same time, depressed, for it was skool. But this also meant that no one wanted to work. I was just happy drawing on my rough book. However, people insist on talking to me. Or annoying me. If you want to make my life miserable (aka talk to me), please do it at lunch time, when I am not as p1ssed. Speaking of hating people... I actually made a list of people who hate me on Bebo. Yeah, that link will take you to my page. Anyway, I got a ROAR of plastics, asking why I hate them. GET. A. F*CKING. CLUE. It blaintantly says, "People who I know who hate me," not, "People I hate." But still, these gormless idiots kept flaming me for their misreadings. Please kill these people. Now.

Aheh. On a lighter note, me and Fred made a game. It's called, "Bus Flip". Needed: The seat at the top of the bus, at the front, and your hands. Basically, what you do is you find the people closest to your age group, and give them the two-fingered salute. Not the American middle-finger. You'd be surprised how many people actually see you, and respond. There were these two girls who kept looking at us and looking disgusted. Then the bus seemed to follow them when they were with their parents. Did we surrender to parental authority? No. They kept looking back and looking scared and intimidated, like someone just gave them an insult that they couldn't crack wise back at. It was so very fun. I will do it every day, provided Fred's there. It's not fun with just one person.

I have made some bebo pages for my Vampeep characters, though. I was bored. Really bored. I haven't got Dr Von Helsheepling, because... erm... he wouldn't actually have any friends. He's not friends with Vampeep. Anyway, the pages, in case you were also bored... Vampeep, Psycho Duck, The Thing Under The Sink. Add them, if you want.

Gee, the 200th post. I'd better do something special.

OK, I'll post a Vampeep comic here. Just for thee. Well, I don't have one on my harddrive now, but when I get one, I'll shove it in this empty space 'ere.