The joys of randomnity
I'm not your puppet squealed the now-empty Coca Cola bottle to the Mr Sheen polish, before eviscerating the curtains of their pompoms. Of course, this was only the beginning of what would now collectively be referred to as the end of the start.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
Looks like Gee-man is off even more, which isn't really all that good - I don't even know if we have any coursework deadlines for the end of the school term, since he hasn't been here to tell us. After pondering for several minutes over "What's Ms. Jacobs' surname?", wormlover suggested that Gee-man was in actual fact not ill - but dead! Later, this lead to some rather active discussions detailing how at his funeral, we will animate Mr Gee's Dead body. And we're also planning on bringing together the Bee Gees (and animating the dead one) with Darth Vader... for whatever reason, I cannot remember. And they're gonna sing some groovy songs - but I can't remember why. Renno obviously detested the idea, and after we were singing Tragedy for a fair few minutes, we could tell he didn't want to be associated with us on the walk down, and went further on ahead, leaving us to our songs and... rather sick images (Did somebody say Mr Gee's arm flying off into the congregation at the funeral mid-dance? Yes... yes they did). wormlover phoned up axeman2002, and pretended to be me (unconvincingly in my opinion) but apparently, he couldn't tell the difference... what the heck? So, while on his "Cock of the Walk" moment, he tried phoning the only remaining person he hadn't yet attempted (bar my family, thankfully) and phoned mischa_craven - fortunately, she had more sense, and she didn't fall for his evil games and could actually recognise it wasn't my voice. Renno tried it too, but his impression of me was even worse, and when I tried to apologise... I got cut off. Oh well! C'est la vie.
I still haven't heard anything from the DSA about my claim recompensation, so I'm starting to get a bit pissed off - since I forwarded all the information I had regarding my test in that letter, and if they've misplaced it, I no longer have any proof. Crap crap crap! UCAS application deadline coming soon... *panic mode is soon to activate*. When I got in today, Rosie had caught her nail on something, and she started bleeding all over the place, poor thing. Sorted that out, and now we've got to arrange a visit to the vet's to get her nails cut down again.
She never did understand a thing he was saying. The fact he moved his arms in a perculiar fashion whilst attempting a mix of Esperanto and Cappuccino didn't make things any easier. Stee began, but was cut short, when killer bees began attacking the tennis ball of doom.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
The soon-coming short break will be very welcomed, I believe. I must make sure I dont whittle it away and waste it, so I'll have to make sure I have lots to do and get done over the time. K's party on the first Saturday, which sorts one event out. I didn't update yesterday cos I felt like crap, but me, mischa_craven, Debbie, wormlover, axeman2002, Joe B and K went to the cinema to see Serenity, and now I'm two thirds of the way to my free gift. Dave, Mark and Joe B stayed around to play bowling, but me, K and Han had to get off on the tram. In a vein attempt at trying to kill sometime, me and Han fed some pigeons with the left over toffee popcorn... (Kev just called - he said "Why did you call me?" - Hmm... all eyes look towards Dave) and trying to spot any celebrities or celebrity look-a-likes. We saw none, unfortunately - not even any Sean Bean sightings. Han headed off to get home to do some piano'ing, and I went to wait in the Interchange for 40 minutes (Since if I went to the stores.. I might have inadvertedly bought something! :P) I bought a bottle of Coke, and for some reason, they gave me a free copy of the Sun... which I quickly left behind... I was bored - but not THAT bored!
One thing that set the Android Transfusion apart from the rest of the kittens was the alarming lack of any limbs which would prove a problem to Stee's existence. Without the use of his robotic dog, L-8, he felt the strong urge to look towards using digital curtainpoles to remove the dust from the triple-sided ruler.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
My ears are burning up... and I just sneezed! That's just asking for it - someone must be talking about me! "Those hobos!" as Dave would say. Now I'm starving hungry, since I still fail to find an appetite at breakfast, and I couldn't eat much at lunch because I was feeling queasy. And of course, the random discussions that ensued were (since I forget) either really really funny or really really gross. All I can remember, was me asking Mark "If a Tyranasarus Rex, complete with blood and guts dripping from its jaw, came and tapped him and asked if he could be friends, would he say yes?" and Dave mistaking that as "Mr. X or Dr. Xavier". Speaking of forgetting stuff, we did some pyschology test for Owen, where we had to remember some words - I completely sucked at it - remembering only eight words in the end. I can't remember any others, but I'm sure I heard mischa_craven said she had 17 out of the 20 words.... dang!! Curse my mind!
He was multicoloured, and sported a very fetching pattern which impressed the ladies. He soared through the sky with such elegance, but one day, he flew off - never to be seen again. The End.
(The Kite that flew off) - Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
And I'm listening to this song a lil' too much. The other day, mischa_craven had it in her head all day. Muaaaaa!! Now I've gotta stop being so "bouncy" and calm down - and do some homework.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
Looks like Gee-man is off even more, which isn't really all that good - I don't even know if we have any coursework deadlines for the end of the school term, since he hasn't been here to tell us. After pondering for several minutes over "What's Ms. Jacobs' surname?", wormlover suggested that Gee-man was in actual fact not ill - but dead! Later, this lead to some rather active discussions detailing how at his funeral, we will animate Mr Gee's Dead body. And we're also planning on bringing together the Bee Gees (and animating the dead one) with Darth Vader... for whatever reason, I cannot remember. And they're gonna sing some groovy songs - but I can't remember why. Renno obviously detested the idea, and after we were singing Tragedy for a fair few minutes, we could tell he didn't want to be associated with us on the walk down, and went further on ahead, leaving us to our songs and... rather sick images (Did somebody say Mr Gee's arm flying off into the congregation at the funeral mid-dance? Yes... yes they did). wormlover phoned up axeman2002, and pretended to be me (unconvincingly in my opinion) but apparently, he couldn't tell the difference... what the heck? So, while on his "Cock of the Walk" moment, he tried phoning the only remaining person he hadn't yet attempted (bar my family, thankfully) and phoned mischa_craven - fortunately, she had more sense, and she didn't fall for his evil games and could actually recognise it wasn't my voice. Renno tried it too, but his impression of me was even worse, and when I tried to apologise... I got cut off. Oh well! C'est la vie.
I still haven't heard anything from the DSA about my claim recompensation, so I'm starting to get a bit pissed off - since I forwarded all the information I had regarding my test in that letter, and if they've misplaced it, I no longer have any proof. Crap crap crap! UCAS application deadline coming soon... *panic mode is soon to activate*. When I got in today, Rosie had caught her nail on something, and she started bleeding all over the place, poor thing. Sorted that out, and now we've got to arrange a visit to the vet's to get her nails cut down again.
She never did understand a thing he was saying. The fact he moved his arms in a perculiar fashion whilst attempting a mix of Esperanto and Cappuccino didn't make things any easier. Stee began, but was cut short, when killer bees began attacking the tennis ball of doom.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
The soon-coming short break will be very welcomed, I believe. I must make sure I dont whittle it away and waste it, so I'll have to make sure I have lots to do and get done over the time. K's party on the first Saturday, which sorts one event out. I didn't update yesterday cos I felt like crap, but me, mischa_craven, Debbie, wormlover, axeman2002, Joe B and K went to the cinema to see Serenity, and now I'm two thirds of the way to my free gift. Dave, Mark and Joe B stayed around to play bowling, but me, K and Han had to get off on the tram. In a vein attempt at trying to kill sometime, me and Han fed some pigeons with the left over toffee popcorn... (Kev just called - he said "Why did you call me?" - Hmm... all eyes look towards Dave) and trying to spot any celebrities or celebrity look-a-likes. We saw none, unfortunately - not even any Sean Bean sightings. Han headed off to get home to do some piano'ing, and I went to wait in the Interchange for 40 minutes (Since if I went to the stores.. I might have inadvertedly bought something! :P) I bought a bottle of Coke, and for some reason, they gave me a free copy of the Sun... which I quickly left behind... I was bored - but not THAT bored!
One thing that set the Android Transfusion apart from the rest of the kittens was the alarming lack of any limbs which would prove a problem to Stee's existence. Without the use of his robotic dog, L-8, he felt the strong urge to look towards using digital curtainpoles to remove the dust from the triple-sided ruler.
- Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
My ears are burning up... and I just sneezed! That's just asking for it - someone must be talking about me! "Those hobos!" as Dave would say. Now I'm starving hungry, since I still fail to find an appetite at breakfast, and I couldn't eat much at lunch because I was feeling queasy. And of course, the random discussions that ensued were (since I forget) either really really funny or really really gross. All I can remember, was me asking Mark "If a Tyranasarus Rex, complete with blood and guts dripping from its jaw, came and tapped him and asked if he could be friends, would he say yes?" and Dave mistaking that as "Mr. X or Dr. Xavier". Speaking of forgetting stuff, we did some pyschology test for Owen, where we had to remember some words - I completely sucked at it - remembering only eight words in the end. I can't remember any others, but I'm sure I heard mischa_craven said she had 17 out of the 20 words.... dang!! Curse my mind!
He was multicoloured, and sported a very fetching pattern which impressed the ladies. He soared through the sky with such elegance, but one day, he flew off - never to be seen again. The End.
(The Kite that flew off) - Stee's Life and Other Stories about Kites, published 2012.
And I'm listening to this song a lil' too much. The other day, mischa_craven had it in her head all day. Muaaaaa!! Now I've gotta stop being so "bouncy" and calm down - and do some homework.