“I had a better friend;; in my worst of plans;; than I ever had;; in either one of you”
March 17, 2008 by Beckyy.
Just a short entry today, to let anyone who bothers to read this shit that I’m still alive.
Only just though.
Here’s some wise words for you all:
“the past is the past and the past is irrelevant its whats in the future not whats in the past”
Mmm. Clever.
Not at all pretentious.
I’m totally quoting my fave philosopher.
Anyways It seems that my Steve fish is dead.
And that ballroom dancing Steve is an arrogant facker.
I don’t think I like the name Steve any more.
I also don’t like the stupid surf brand Rusty.
Whoever the hell made my school bag should go and kill themself.
I don’t care if they happen to be a sweatshop worker.
Actually that makes it better, that way death will stop them suffering.
And stop them from making any more stupid bags like mine.
I hate my school bag.
I hate school.
I hate legal studies.
I hate the 943 bus.
I hate having to retrieve my bag from underneath the stupid bus when its strap decides to randomly break as I get off.
I hate the bus driver who nearly didn’t notice and thus almost ran over my bag/hand
I hate… well I pretty much hate everything.
Oh but look, look how nice I am.
How lovely and blonde and happy.
Another (much much much wiser) philosopher often says:
“Big smile, everyone’s happy.”
And that’s so true.
Now I’m off to do legal studies revision so I don’t actually fail my exam.
Toodle Pip. Wankers.
Lol at the irrelevant past and the retard that needs to die. Seriously. He needs to off himself. The world would be so much better without his shit.
But I very much like Dancer Steve. I think I have a thing for arrogant assholes who are free and good spirited. I hate low self esteemers. I really think they need to die.
But get yourself a new bag, man.
I am the image of wisdom. Totalllly.
i hate my mum
I am in agreeance with Anika, the individual (lets just call him Alex to prevent the difficulty of identifying him) needs to die. This is why euthanasia should be legal.
It wasn’t the bag’s fault. It was a practical joke played on you by the bag, and it went wrong. ’nuff said.
Before I close this god-forsaken window, a question. Does your hate extend to myself? I think this should be the topic for your next post. Legal studies sucks, run while you still can.
In conclusion, this conclusion shall mark the conclusion of the conclusion of my concluding post.
This is completely irrelevant.
I hate you.
(for not doing ext maths)
Death By Maths/Confusion
A very sad death indeed.
SAVE ME.
Hm.
I think Mr Steve instructor is quite nice. Those easter eggs he gave us were xtra scrumptious despite the slight melt within the heat. I noticed his … rather strange enthusiasim with a capital E to the song of ‘I Feel Like A Woman’ by Shania Twain.
Does that tell you something?
I bent my gender 3 times yesterday to try avoid dancing with him. Once unsuccessful. Thanks to the Samba or whatever its called.
He seems so …
Weird.
And still some people like him?
:S
Hm…
He reminds me of someone…
But I’ll give you a name in a sec
Cause you’re sitting right next to me… with 8 minutes till morning extension class.
The joy.
xoxo