Slacklustre

I haven't updated the journal in ages, so much so that I think if I left it any longer it would be declared legally dead, and I can't afford to pay for a funeral. Today I had to go to Parent's Evening, and my Mum agreed with me that my Physics teacher is incompetent (He called me the wrong name and I had to correct him on it. I think he was properly bricking his pants at that point)and that my Biology teacher wasn't a particularly nice person. Coincidentally, those are the only 2 lessons with any real complaints about anything. Everything else was fine, especially DT, where I managed to get 93% on a higher tier paper that required 65% for a

Recently I have started putting down my thoughts on this massive notepad I got for Christmas. It had something like 800 pages to fill in, so, you know, I thought I might as well put my thoughts down. Strangely enough most of them consist of complete and utter surrealist crap. Some of them are a bit wierd, but that isn't a surprise if these are coming out of my mind. I think I'll get to the point now. Basically, I was thinking about putting up all these up as some form of webcomic deep within the bowels of the internet. Then I would spread this stuff around using an account set up on StumbleUpon. Then possibly I might rule the world, but tha

Well, it's near Christmas, so I thought I'd give you my favourite Christmas carol. It is called the Spirit of Crimbo, made by Zack Johnson.    "I can't stand Crimbo!" yelled Swizzle, the elf,    "it's the worst time of year, if I say so myself!"    And his words echoed deep through the space-time continuum    And woke up the Spirit of Crimbo to tend to 'em.    "I'm Rodney, a reindeer, a misfit like you!    Trust me when I say that I hate Crimbo, too!    "Let's have an adventure, just you and just me,    We'll be the very best friends there can be!"    "I must leave Crimbo Town; it's not safe," Swizzle said,    Sassy's eyes