Halloween is so yesterday…

Imagined on Nov 1, 2008.
Because of the Life, Murder My Doll.
9 notes were passed in class.

…literally. The funny thing is, yesterday, it was so incredibly cold I think I might have heard my feet trying to tell me how desperately they want me to put some shoes on. I was so annoyed. I mean, I the human, right? They have to right telling ME what do to as MY feet. Oops I forgot to emphasise feet. Here goes: FEET. Yes you must agree with me? If you don’t I WILL (oh yeah, I emphasise with style!) hunt you down and kidnap your feet…no matter what it takes….

I haven’t thought of an evil laugh yet so I’ll do Mr. Evil’s:
MWAH—HA—HA—HA—HAAA!
Oh yeah (just so you know, when I wrote that I did the head thing! Uh-huh)!

I actually have nothing to blog about but I want to update while half term is still going on. Yes, school starts again on Monday and I’m angry.

Have I told you about my english teacher? He is boring. He is so boring, that he actually noticed. Now, my theory is, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself by knowing he is boring, he tells everyone:

“I am the repellent for happiness in my class, so if your happy, get out.”

To show himself as funny.
I have asked the olders on my bus how he is to the years above, and apparently…”he’s the most awesome teacher in history”. So I now see him as the Year 9 hater. The F3H = (the form 3 hater).

Which in my opinion makes sense because our class is stuffed with knuckleheads—literally. So literally, they should go replace their heads with over-sized fists.

Oh yeah.

And one more thing—I hate my glasses. I feel like they have really bad feelings for my ears. I mean, yeah, my ears may be small and too soft to sit on but COME ON, I would have thought glasses would have been okay with them. Yes my glasses and my ears got along very well last year (2007) and now they slip ogff eachother.

Gimme’ a break.

This is real people, when you hear voices at night…remember—they are your feet talking about how warm they are under the duvet.

And for those who are unlucky, the voices are you feet talking about how much they hate their body odour…or yours…

Chop Suey by System of a Down…it’s good people.

OH AND ONE MORE THING! Please help with the situation I am in…I don’t know if I should give away a design on a t-shirt for the competition. Why? Because the print paper we have isn’t the best of quality and can fall off easily. Should I just give away a stationary set or something? Or a few songs off my phone that aren’t on the internet for free download? Help!

Check this out: Boy Shot Dead on Halloween (US)

Good good.

Imagined on Oct 30, 2008.
Because of the Forthcoming events, Murder My Doll.
6 notes were passed in class.

So, the introduction video to the first competition is ready—and staring me in the face. I’ll give a quick clue: it involves designing. The prize from the first competition is the design on a black t-shirt, size S (36—38 inches) and will be given to the final winner, along with the winnings of the next and forthcoming competitions.

I am having such a depressing week, first of all, I haven’t been texting enough… and so I’m bored. Second, I can’t update the freaking site because I can’t find where I put the FTP program installer (I updated to Vista so everything is lost)—and I need to update because I’ve got one affiliate to add: Chilli, who is a great affiliate. Oh and yes, apart from adding Chilli to the site, I’ve got to change the URL of Kristina’s site and Axi’s site. Troublesome.

Yes, and to bring some activity (since the blog is the only thing I can control), I have a long lost question…

What are you going to be for halloween?

I’d love to know. All I’m excited to do is get some freaking eyeliner on, for once in my life…it’s the time when my parents will let me…hopefully. I think I have really got to get myself into the habit of regurarely blogging. It feels nice to let myself out into a box in which letters lay confused. Hahaha I’m getting into a poetic mood now…

Hahahahahahaaaaaaaa now I’m high.

Oh the pleasure of blogging….hahahahaha.

I’ll leave to it that I will stop hahahahahaa-ing.

Ok I can’t….

Hahahahahahaha….HA!

I’ll save you the trouble. Bye….

Get ready!

Imagined on Oct 14, 2008.
Because of the Murder My Doll, NOTICES.
11 notes were passed in class.

Alert alert! The first competition is almost ready!