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THE BOY got into my locker yesterday and left a note that said something like "hi!! have a nice day! yeah."
i don't think he was too happy when i thought it was Amber's handwriting at first. =\
I'm pissed about a few things that happened last night,and the boyfriend is being a bit moody but all's pretty spiffy still.Im currently in my Multimedia class, mostly recovered from last night and slacking. My tutor doesn't care. Also, I'm waiting for a call from the nice people at Cineworld in Solihull telling me that I have a new job. Now if my hangover finally goes before the end of the session I'll be ok.
no, actually, i'm just waking up, and my life is fairly moody at the moment, but overall quite nice, i think.
) Fortunatly I have a decent book to read during chapel, as long as I don't get caught I should be fine. After chapel I'm scott free though. Shouldn't be too bad of a day.
"How can you ever hope to know the Beloved
Without becoming in every cell the Lover?
And when you are the Lover at last, you don't care.
Whatever you know or don't - only Love is real."
Evil will always triumph over good because good is dumb. - Dark Helmet
It's not really hard or anything, just very tiring.
My rugby team has a fuck load of injured players, so they have to swap out players to useless positions.
(Who the fuck puts a Prop into a Scrum-half Position? Seriously)
Oh well. fin.
Thanks for asking, though. :P
Funny thing which happened? Well, nothing much really..
Once upon a time, in the god-forsaken wastelands of Texas, lived a curious little man by the name of Bajah. His bestest friend in the whole world was just a rusty old monkey wrench that he called "Mr.Whappy". He and Mr.Whappy would often engage in stimulating conversations, hold practice make-out sessions for when he finally got to meet his online girlfriend Suchii, and various other wholesome activities. Their favorite activity was to visit strange, exotic places that most normal people couldn't go. But Bajah and Mr.Whappy wern't normal people. If anyone tried to stop Bajah from going where he and Mr.Whappy wanted to go, Mr.Whappy would just hurl himself against their heads and that seemed to get them of their case. Mr.Whappy was violent like that, and Bajah was often afraid of Mr.Whappy. But Mr.Whappy always assured Bajah that he would never, ever hurt him.
One day, when exploring some secret government facility, Bajah and Mr.Whappy came upon some nifty time portal thingamajig. Mr.Whappy, having since disposed of most of the personel on the base by hurling himself at their heads, insisted Bajah try to get it started. Bajah and Mr.Whappy went over to the control panel to have a looksee, but everything was so very confusing. They twisted knobs, they pushed buttons, they pulled levers, all to no avail. Finally, in a rage, Mr.Whappy flung himself onto the control panel as hard as he could. There was a great booming explosion on the panel and poor Mr.Whappy was melted into a big lump of iron. Mr.Whappy, however, did not die in vain. For the nifty time portal thingamajig had been activated. Bajah, still in tears from the passing of his dear friend, stepped up to the portal. He knew what he had to do. He must go back in time through the nifty time portal thingamajig and prevent Mr.Whappy's demise. And so, with every bone in his body filled with intent and determination, Bajah stepped into the swirly portal center and into a past of unknown time and location.
Bajah was flung into the middle of a crowded street by the you-know-what and fell on top of what appeared to be a police car of some sort. He was in such a shock, all he could think to do as he was being apprehended by some Japanese men in uniforms was to scream "MR.WHAPPY!!! MR.WHAPPY!!!" The Japanese uniform people had no idea what this lunatic was saying, nor where he had come from. All they could tell was that he was an American, so they thought it best to take him to the local army HQ to be questioned. Once tied up and seated in a dark room, Bajah was confronted by some Japanese man who was holding something he couldn't identify since his vision was so blurry from the trip. After being yelled at for a while, the Japanese man waved the something in Bajah's face in a threatening matter. It took some effort to see what it was, but when he did, Bajah let lose a gasp of pure joy! It was Mr.Whappy! Not Mr.Whappy as he knew him, for he was so shiney and new. It was the young Mr.Whappy! Bajah's joy soon turned to pain and fear as at that time the Young Mr.Whappy hurled himself at Bajah's head!
"Ow," cried Bajah, "How could you do that, Mr.Whappy? You promised you would never do that!" Mr.Whappy only responded by hurling himself at Bajah's head even harder. "OW!" Bajah was in tears. How could his bested friend in the whole world cause him so much hurt and bleeding. It suddenly dawned on Bajah that the Mr.Whappy hitting him was not the Mr.Whappy he knew, this is the Mr.Whappy before he had met Mr.Whappy when he was but a child of five. "No, Mr.Whappy," pleaded Bajah, "I have come to warn you that in the year 2002 you will hurl yourself angrly onto a control panel and die! I love you Mr.Whappy! I LOVE YOU!!!"
Just as the young, ruthless Mr.Whappy reeled back to deliver the third and final blow, a bright flash, brighter than the sun, exploded through the windows. In almost and instant, Bajah, the Japanese Man, the young Mr.Whappy and the entire city of Hiroshima were engulfed in the first of two nuclear bombs to be used in World War II. Years later, a team of science people would travel to the army HQ and see the effects of the bomb. The only thing they found intact in the whole ruined building was a monkey wrench. The science people took that monkey wrench back with them to Texas as a souviner of their trip, but somehow on the drive home it got lost when one of them had to pull over near some housing project to take a pee.
Many years have passed since the monkey wrench was left in the dirt of housing project. That housing project became houses, and people lived in the houses for many, many years. Then, one day while digging a mud pit in his backyard, a young child of five years came upon a rusty old monkey wrench. "Hello," said the child, "my name is Bajah. What's yours? Mr.Whappy? Would you like to be my friend, Mr.Whappy? You would? That's great! We're gonna have so much fun together!" So Bajah and Mr.Whappy set off onto that wonderful journey called life. Mr.Whappy, having become a little fuzzy-headed in his age, could only remember one thing from that fateful day before the flash: Bajah loves Mr.Whappy, and Mr.Whappy will love Bajah and protect Bajah for the rest of his life.
Nothing exciting, or unusually entertaining, and nothing to funny.
But, there is tomorrow.
Who knows, a small car full of clowns may show up just to entertain me.
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