Cars with worry-worthy stickers.

So... I found this in the car park (happy, Stephen? :P Thanks, also.) the other day....
I'm not sure whether I should call the police or the nearest orphanage....

I'm not really sure if I need to comment on this.

On another note: I'm sick! Feel sorry for me! :P

Musical Miscommunication.

I don't see the ... How do I put this delicately... I don't see how people can enjoy the shit that they call "Techno" in this day and age. All I hear is the same tone beeping over and over again throughout the song! How is that pretty!? How?? TELL ME HOW!? Blehr. Nope.
Then again, Bach quickly gets slightly boring as well.
It's hard to please everyone.
*Sigh*

The guy above me REALLY enjoys stomping.
There is also a person in my halls which is really easy to tell is awake by the ... slamming of doors... It's unreal how much this person actually slams his/her doors!
Rant over.

"Super"man.

A friend of mine, Carina, showed me this:
http://superdickery.com/
I love her for showing me that.
This is a site dedicated to the douchebaggery of Superman.
Now, how epic is that!
I love it! I notice that I feel particularly affectionate towards whoever made this site.

... I also made a tiny little tribute with this picture I've used before... Slightly modified this time, though.

Click here if you're interested in reading the previous Superman rant! 
It is very very ranty.

WTB creativity (Not like the previously mentioned creativity, the cool kind.)

It's kind of hard to make up new shit all the time. I am fucking useless in the performing arts shite we're doing nowadays.

Random Teacher Person: "Any ideas?"
*The whole class but me put their hand up in the air and certain others starts telling us about it even though the teacher clearly wanted us to shut up until told otherwise*
Me: "I'll just stand here in this corner wearing this Jumbo hat."
*Puts on Jumbo hat*

Yes. That is basically every class. My creativity has hit a dry spot.

I did however turn out to be the class hero (that may be a self-proclaimed title.) and close a window where I had to climb up on a desk and then on top of a wardrobe and then again over a little ledge. My hands got dirty. I don't think people tend to hang out up there any more. They really should get a ladder for it. Maybe more people would go up there then. And the cleaning-ladies could clean up that dreadful mess they left behind there.

Yay, pretty leaves.
Hmmm, what else to say...

Doom.
Doom is always cool.

Oh, and make me a king, please! I really would like that. They always look like they have so much fun! Like standing on a veranda waving like a git, whilst planning to take over Sweden and Denmark while they are sleeping, forcing THEIR kings again to sign an agreement where they give all their stuff to me and power and might and all that lovely crap. And THEN proceed to Finland and Russia. Maybe make Russia believe we want to... Actually. I may have to wait a little bit with Russia. It's quite a big country...
This is all strictly theoretical of course...
No matter!
I will have to go to class now, and put on my Jumbo hat.
L8er g8er....
My soul just died a little.

Artsy fartsy stuff

I got bored in class, but decided that I should post this to show I too, have a lame, sappy, wannabe-poetic side to things.
It's proper bad. I'll warn you now: You can still stop reading and closing down the browser!
OK. Here we go:

On the brighter side of things,

when the little sparrow flew for the first time,

the pride of the moment made the sun shine a little brighter right there and then.

And then there was a nuclear war and the world ended.

The End

Obviously.

It's not like the bird would survive or anything.

Jeez.

What do you really think!

Toxic areas you can't even come close to without getting poisoned with radioactive shite.

No way!

That's the end, that.

Congratulations.

You managed to ruin a whole planet.

I hope you're happy.

That's it.
I decided to leave out a super-depressing one about forgotten-ness and oblivion and shit, because it was just too emo to be funny. So yeah. I'm a closet emo.

You know my dark deep secret.
I need to find some spray-on hair colour and colour my hair black and buy razor blades and shit