Out Of The Blue.

well apparently all dreams mean something, in some wierd random way.

okay, well tell me what this means. last night i had a dream.

in my dream it was just a normal school day, exept elliot tilley cane to school drerssed in white shoes, white trousers and a white shirt. we all asked him why he was wearing them, but he wouldent tell us. anyway, the school was putting on a production of beauty and the beast in the courtyard outside drama. a proffesional company was performing, and ashley green and jenna norton were singing in it. me and roya and lyssy were watching it, but halfway through we went backstage. the whole cast seemed to be large men with shaven heads, but they were dressed up in the costumes of the characters. me and roya and lyssy jumped out from the wings and started to beat up the men. then everyone shouted at us and mr caulder started to list the wines he was going to drink to get over this, because it was going to cost him money, and he needed wine to decide what our punishment would be. whilst he was shouting at us, me lyss and roya decided to run away. but although we were running our fastest, we were going really slow, like running through water. so the rest of my dream was us doing our water run, trying to getr away.

figure that one out then.

^^

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fucking gurrrrrr! for two years now we have been annotating poems. lots of poems. violent poems (not my bussiness) good poems (armetige and the man he killed) culture poems (’cluster one’ and ‘cluster two’) and shit poems (duffy’s i hate men but live in a house with lots of cats’ poetry)

we have also made notes on Lord Of The Flies, actually quite a good book, we have compared a bunch of apparently homosexual boys to war, christianity, evil eeeviil mankind and many other thing besides. we compared a dead parachutist to the evil within everybody for christ’s sake! IT IS A DEAD PERSON WHICH HAS FALLEN FROM A PLANE. NOT A BEAST, NOT A SYMBOL, JUST A BLOODY DEAD BLOKE!

anyway after making all this annotation, these comparisons and ideas (some of which by the way i thought up on my own, good pionts to, like really deep and interesting, only to have miss mario shout out ‘oh, this is a good piont’ *everyone writes down my idea*’thanks georgia’ *georgia somehow refrains from stabbing self in eyelids* ‘hahahaha its okay’) WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE THEM INTO THE BLOODY EXAM THEY WERE FOR!!!!!

WHO’S FUCKING IDEA WAS THAT? WHAT A GREAT INLOOK ON THE FAMED BRITISH EDUCATION SYSTEM!

i also still cannot eat proper food. i have to cut up chips¬¬

and im spent xx

While Muse rebuilt the world with their rock (even though that is scientifically impossible, with 3 penisis and no fecking womb) in deepest space, something moved

Something wearing black

Something which growled

Something emolike

Something which moved towards earth with incredible speed…

GEE!!

‘how dare you forget me james!’ she shrieked

Wait….

This is ment to be a story about james…

Hmmmmm…

BACK TO SPACE!

Right. There once was a boy called james. He was a scene kid, but he refused to belive it. He was currently on the run from gee for not liking Fall Out Boy. Abbi etait un garcon, so she can shut the hell up and let me get on ><

Eeeeeeee a singing mr wright! And cake!!!

Anyway. The boy. Called james. Or jim. Its wide open. Well he went on his way, down a stereotyped road. All of a sudden, he slipped in some carelessly spilt grapefruit juice. (if the puddle had been of Diet Coke, james would have been fine, for due to the unique combination of scene and Muse, james could controll it.) the fall hurt james and so he limped in a lanky sort of way into a nearby town in surch of a cure. Whilst walking to the doctors, he passed Dovecotes Dental Surgery. Suddenly MARGARET POWELL jumped out and went ‘Bllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggg’ and lazer-eyed some random building.

‘oh dear’ said james.

Luckily, james girlfriend abbi was there holding his bass. Then gee ran and, desperate to be in the story somewhere, shouted ‘nothing can stop the power of the emo!’ and grabbed the bass from abbi.

Unfortunately, Abbi was Not In The Mood. And not even the power of the emo could protect gee from the Wrath of abbi’s boobs.

Plucking the bass from the unconscious gee, abbi handed it to james and then settled back to watch. ‘Bleerrrrgggggggggg grrrrrooooooorrrrrrrgggggggg’ Said Margaret powell. Waving her arms around. Right thought james. He started to play the bass and did an impressive impression of a flexi-ruler at the same time. Wow said abbi to gee, who was just waking up, he really does bend in half.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh said Margaret powell. Because james was flexi-bassing at her. She fell pver and died for no reason I can think of exept I am late for royas and have to finish this quickly.

Yay said james.

Then they all danced a jig, everyone conveniently forgot about james grapefruit juice-induced injury and skipped home, wondering if they could pin-point the exact moment gee stopped bothering with those troublesome speech marks

The End