Sunday 23 March 2008

Pfft more of my joyous voice!

Out of utter boredom


http://www.zshare.net/audio/9367842eb2fd9d/

that link leads to my voice :)

Here’s a transcript of what I’m saying, seeing as people tend not to know what I’m saying...

"Er, hi, well I’m like, bored and it’s early in the morning.
So...I’ve decided I’m gonna like, read a poem to ye.
Basically, the poem is called Dulce Et Decorum Est and it’s by Wilfred Owen...
Who was a famous...er... war poet from the first world war...
And reyt... here goes:

’Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


So, er yeah, I kinda screwed up a few minutes then, so yeah, er oh well..
There’s nowt much left to say..so yeah bye"

Saturday 22 March 2008

Foulstone can go FUCK!

Foulstone is a utter BASTARD!
They know full well they have a bullying issue, so what do they do?!

Fuck all is the answer! I mean, in the past 6 months, me and my friends have been CONSTANTLY plagiarised by dick heads because we’re a different sexuality!

Yet whenever we go to the school, they constantly do FUCK ALL

It’s really pissing me off because, does the school not realise that bullying is a serious issue, and frankly they are NOT gonna step in until someone either gets killed or kills themselves, and that’s the way it is.

They constantly pussyfoot around people who claim to be getting bullied when it’s them who do the bullying and then do absolutely nothing about the real problem, which can be plainly seen.

I mean, when Mrs. Sokell talked to me, all she suggested was that we stop meeting up after and before school, well my answer is NO!

WHY THE FUCK SHOULD ME AND MY FRIENDS HAVE TO SACRIFICE JUST BECAUSE THE SCHOOL IS DOING ABSOLUTELY FUCK ALL ABOUT THE SAFETY OF US!

I FUCKING HATE IT

Seriously, I’m not playing by the rules any more :)

Goodbye civility :)

Wednesday 12 March 2008

Video for Nat ^_^








enjoy my spazzyness ^_^;