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The Random story (continued)

It's odd to think about how we came to be. Just consider for a second that your name was infact Ken. The level of how gay your name is is certainly (and undoubtedly) atleast (if not more. And don't just say when because it's not going to get you out of this one ((especially the name part, Ken that is, not the latter which would therefore mean that you would get out of thinking altogether and that... well that would be horrific. If in fact you choose to not think the slightest thought and you were to succeed, you may be in trouble as your oxygen decreases and your heart breaks (((and if not caused by the love of your life ending it with you then it's damn ironic))) and you slowly enter a stage where you crawl into a straight circle and die)). But that's actually impossible ((((the not thinking a single thought part, not the die part)))) because, well have you ever tried not to think? You think about not thinking and that means your thinking and it's pretty much a basic law to understand so don't look at me like an idiot.)

OK so as I was saying, the level of how gay your name is is directly proportional to the amount your parents had to drink at the time of naming you. And please, if your name happens to be Ken, do not take the law of physics into your own hands, but rather ignore the last paragraph and this one and maybe, just possibly the next one too in case it contains the dreaded K-word again. And yes, your name has officially become a swear word Ken. I defy you Ken, I defy you for bringing these stupid names into my existence and to make matters worse and take the flint even further into the mallet I want to just let you know that the entire time Mrs Dickson was strutting toward me these thoughts were crossing my mind (well, more like looping because I wasn't really paying much attention to anything else. But I guess it would be more accurate to say they were thumping through my mind but that's just due to my headache and has nothing to do with this story really so I think I will cut it there in case I start going on about some other story that happened way back when...
Which reminds me: back to the story (bracket).

you see, when you have Mrs Dickson as your register teacher you find these thoughts consume and envelop your mind, and unfortunately they seem about 78 percent more interesting than learning about the arts. Whether it's the arts themselves or Mrs Dickson that's so boring is up to the viewer because at this stage you have a bit of background on her, and I'm sure you know more or less what Arts and Culture is about. Those words don't deserve capitals, so: arts and culture, there we go.

Onto another mid-topic while we are talking about cheese and the effects of wrapping a sample. It's actually my duty (or duties thereof)to announce that I might in fact trip next Wednesday. The reason I'm saying this is due to a recurring nightmare/de javu. But what puzzles me even more than the Hendrix of the wrapped cheese and it's host is that it hasn't happened yet. How can I have De javu of a future item which has in fact happened before (hence the french de javu). you may not get what I'm saying, OK look, in simple terms: I have tripped before in the future of my past in which I foresaw that I would have pre-tripped before I knew that it was indeed not in the past but rather (or possibly both, your are the judge it's up to you again I'm afraid) in the future of my presence to which I will re-live what I have not lived before. Quite a major contradiction but it makes sense, especially that bit regarding the cheese. So, quote of the day (and it's just a warning) there is a 1 in 500 million chance of getting shoved off a cliff by a herd of sheep and that's no lie, watch your back. These sheep are their own generation
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The random story (1)

"It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all..." I stared at these freaking words one by one for about half an hour while I was waiting for the other kids to finish their exams.I didnt get it; how could such a piece of shit statement make it so far into history without getting disclaimed? And then I wondered to myself... What in the name does disclaimed mean? disclaim, to disclaim, the disclaimer of disclamation AAAHHHH! What a stupid language we speak.It was at that point When i just had enough, I hauled my question sheet through the air toward Mrs Dickson and proceeded to read the newspaper. Ofcourse, it would probably help if I was holding an actual newspaper but nonetheless.

She immediately strutted toward me with that gaze upon her face, while I was thinking to myself about the people that eat that peice of cake they knew they shouldnt have and then wonder why they are fat so they vouch to never eat another uneccessarily smidgen and on top of that, I regret to proclaim (do people of other cultures even bother to speak this random odditory of complete rubbish? I guess if they answer me I wont be able to understand what they're saying....unless of course it were a perfect selection of selected selections of words and phrases completely audible and undoubtably not French,Italian, German or one of them 306 chinese variated languages that probably were just created to put people like me and you off of what they are saying because they want to earn the extra buck here and there.oh I think there was supposed to be a question mark there? wrong place wrong time, it's another one of them stupid sayings that people know and use before they use what they knew they know before they actually forgot what they were remembering to use,like butter instead of margerine. Oh and back to the story: (bracket)

I think i'll have to continue this story as soon as Ive finished starting my homework in order to finish school... hold on, i'll be back for the part after 1 (two)
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Its been a while...

Hi readers
Its now April and this is the first time im posting in like 6 months which is kinda weird but I guess so is gravity.So anyway I wana giv u guys sumthing special to lighten your moods just a little and so here are a couple memories and news since October:
  • Kyra tackled Kukard to the floor on camp
  • Josh French deliberately tried to pull his muscles in our class photo
  • We've finally got rid of Miss Visagie for good
  • Madoda is still clueless about life
  • Vam ate Josh's chocolate that he was so proud of winning yesterday
  • Went to My Coke Fest 2008 and it was awesome.Hayley snuck me and my bro into the Golden Circle
  • I discovered Hayley's middle name is Mary-anne Catherin.I wonder how long it will take her to find this and slap me
  • Madoda has since quit doing high jump
 
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