"My goal in life? To make other people unhappy"

A speech by Lupina Crooper on the bitterness of Mr Dalek:

I don’t hate him. I pity him. Not for what he is now, but for what he will someday become. Because when that day comes, he will be old, and sitting in a bashed up chair in some retirement home. And, d’you know what? THEN he’ll be sorry. Because all his nastiness will have come back around and hit him in the face. He’ll be bitter, twisted and alone. And, well, guess what? NO-ONE will care. Isn’t that sad? I think it’s so sad. No-one should get dealt a hand like that in life, but that is what he has given himself. He’s on a mission, alright - not to make other people unhappy, but just himself.

It surely is a masterpiece.

What does "Oissmaigawdissuenicorn" mean?

I don't know either, but someone who goes by that name has left a really BITCHY comment on my blog.

So, as the Mafia, we need to make them an offer that they can't refuse, as it were. Hmm, I've got my revolver all ready in my violin case...

I have noticed

Anyway. I haven't really noticed much over the last couple of days tbh I've been to busy procastinating.


Their's a plate next to me with only jam on it. Cause it slipped out of the Hot Jam Roll. I mean really! What on EARTH do I pay these people for?

Hattz is obsessed with becoming the moon, it's a bit disturbing but I will soldier on anyway, ignoring her weird habits.

Me and Aimz are considering leaving school. I mean, it's just too stressful and quite frankly I have enough pressure at school without Mr Dalek breathing down my neck. Or in this case Hattz's as he tried to give her a detention for not plugging in a Laptop.

The Rebel. I mean really...

Anyway, that's all thats occupying my brain today although I imagine I should be concentrating on my English speaking tomorrow.

But for Christssake, my O,M AND T button aren't working. I have to copy and paste those letters. How in God's name am I supposed to write about The Song Of the Old Mother.


Skillaty.


ding, dang, dooo

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