The talent show was incredible.
I can't even describe how hilarious it was.
Oh my God.
Mr. Clatters is adorable, bless his 'eart.
Shame he can't sing, really.
And Madame Lynch, you are fabulous. I fully commend you and your bassing. Ahh bless it.
Today has been boring. I wrote an essay on acid rain. Just for fun. Because that is what I like to do in my spare time. All the time. In fact, I haven't stopped writing acid rain essays since Year 7.
I'm considering dyeing my hair tonight. But I think I am too lazy.
Tomorrow is rehearsal day. It shall be amusing at the very least. And if it isn't, ah well. At least Steve is the transvestite. And I am soldier numero uno. And Rozza is tha mutha. And Gemma is the fatherness. Haha. I love drama. On the other side of the foot, I am not too keen on Mazza the Mad Teacher. Never mind. Life goes on, and so on, and so forth.
I wish the DVD player was working.
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I WISH YOU WERE WORKING TOO.
Gosh, where has my funny gone?
Or did it ever exist?
What is funny?
Does it exist at all?
FATI IS TIRED.
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