Tom

Oh so you thought I'd got a life did you?

Fri, 25 May 2007 19:16:15 GMT

Well then you're wrong, I'll be here to talk to myself forever more, or at least until professor zanziboff-kreiser-frovan (not just German, but three times German!) comes online and says "wah mon (three times German equals Mexican you know) this guy iz in the deeepest of stupors, someone disconnect him from de internet and propellerate him inta the outside woaould." Myself, I can't see that happening. Well I can but I'll need some butter, my special glasses, walrus lungs, and flatulence. Oh alright I won't really need the walrus lungs, they just make me happy. Maybe writing thingas people could just possibly at some time or another ever possibly almost sort of read would be slightly more consturctive, but that's unlikely seeing as I'm Tom and I should be doing revision currently and oh, lookie there this is a carbon copy of a post from last year showing that nothing ever gets more fun its just I've found new stuff to be grumpy about. Except for revision obviously, which is the same, so that doesn't make much sense. Okay I'm out of finsihing sentences, so build your own out of a portrait of a lion, the underside of a carpet burn and the shiny edge of a star.

baah.

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:53:54 GMT

Blah.

Livejournal-where no-one can hear you meh.

Ah, epiphanies.

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:22:34 GMT

As I sat here eating around two times as many nuts as Dumbo could consume in a whole week (yes even using his magical ears to fly him to a nut factory which eh would then consume whole) I decided that I was unable to decide anything, and then spent around ten minutes deciding that I either couldn't have decided that because I can't decide, or that be deciding it I had made this post defunct. And yes I had a point to this post originally but I couldn't decide what it was or how to put it down without whining more.

Can'twriteanymorestalkeriscomingformysoulloadsaworktododontwanttodoloadsofworkuniversitiesdullnouniversitiesdullandoh.my.god.iamwhiney.

YAY!

I have become anti-social. Apologies.

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 18:33:54 GMT

What it said up there. The thought of leaving the house scares me, as do other people. I went to a party last night, and everyone there was nice, and yet I wanted to return to my room and hide in a box. I shall emphasise this, people nice, me broken. Yes. I blame Fullbrook, lack of sleep, Noel Edmunds, and those little sprinkles things on the grass outside our house that look edible but aren't. Now I shall continue this post through the medium of interpretative dance.

who where now?

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 20:53:56 GMT

hmm?...oh...well...yes ah....the...stuff with....yes. Well im under siege from game obsessed person down road and sleep is now something which starts at 5 and last till 12. And theres a bat in my room again. But no dog. I miss the ghost dog. And my book is poop.

Tommayoisnotonspecialsubstancesnoristhispostbasedonactualorimaginedeventsunlessitisinwhichcaseitsyourfaultbecauseyoushouldntbereadingthisandwhyareyouevenbotheringtodecodethis.ghougbanbhaconfusedyouthere

Oh yeeeeeeea.

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 22:00:04 GMT

I will officially finish this holiday with more work to do than at the start. What would you use to scoop up a spider in your room? A card maybe? A piece of paper? The only page of business coursework that your brother has worked on? Well apparently option three is the best, and then of course one must deposit said coursework into the dustbin, before putting leftover baked beans on it. Anyone elses brother-Viciousness. Mine?-Just William. I may be annoyed if I wasn't so high on sugar from biscuits left over from our hotel stealing activities. Away!

BAD ME!

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 19:53:13 GMT

ARGH! I DO NOTHING! The biggest thing I've doen all holiday so far is (bum bada bauuuuuuum) helped people throw buckets of water onto their lawn to stop their house flooding. yes, that is the social highlight of everything ever. And just when we'd finished, the rain started up even heavier, and the place where we were throwing the water flooded and so we became pointless, and I could hardly move because my top was weighed down with water. Anyway, I was saying about nothing doing- as I have done absolutely nothing ever, no job, no schoolwork (its not a college because there is no freedom-its one step away from being kept in a shreddies box and poked with ladels) although I have lots of that to do, no social stuff, no reading, the most I've done is blow up a few civilisations worth of bad guys on the computer. My geek gene is overloading! I cannae take it! The Star Trek quotes....are too powerful...must...reach.....utility...belt....*dies*

p.s. and now I'm talking to myself.

p.p.s. Must DO something!

Siiiiiiiinging in the rain.

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 14:55:17 GMT

Livejournal is dying a slow and painful death. On the bright side, it means I can gibber all I want about...stuff. See that there? That's worrying me, i'm becoming...mature. Too mature for many of my strangenesses, which I need for writing! Grawl.

Oh and I just walked home in the rain! People gave me shocked looks as if to go 'what are you doing in the magic falling water, it will kill you!' This cheered me. But grumpy day, 98% of Fullbrookers prefer lobotomies to anything it seems, and they annoy greatly. They aren't as bad as they used to be, just interminably dull. I miss old people! That is th epeople who used to go to Fullbrook, not OLD people, because they don't usually have many attributes that I would miss. Probably.

Woop!

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 14:57:06 GMT

http://www.netdisaster.com/index.html

Go there, type in a page with a picture preferably, and go for demonstration. Rules all

Hummm....

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 21:12:55 GMT

There was about six paragraphs of writing here, but then I realised it was annoying me to write, so now it is gone. Now, go in peace.

Sun, 28 May 2006 12:51:30 GMT

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You are Janice.You dig the groove man, nothing can bum you out. Too bad you're too stoned to notice.INSTRUMENT:Like, you know, guitar, fer sure. LAST BOOK READ:"Finding Your Past Lives on the Web" FAVORITE EXPRESSION:"Fer sure, like, fer sure." FAVORITE THINGS:Peace, love and, like, granola, totally. NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:Her inner child.
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I'm so proud.

And I'm halfway through failing my as-levels, yay!

I MADE A FUNNY! That makes a total of....one.

Thu, 04 May 2006 18:13:34 GMT

IM UNBELIEVEABLY PROUD!

It was bout this.

UNIT 2 – RECRUITMENT IN THE WORKPLACE
Assignment Brief
As a student trying desperately not to fail their A-levels, you have been asked to create a mildly understandable recruitment and selection process which will constitute hard work, and a distinct lack of enjoyment from you.
You need to produce a report, with at least half a metric tonne of documentation, on how you approached this human-resource activity.
You will be working in pairs for most of this assignment. Try not to murder your partner, as they fall ill on important days, skip lessons, and lose any and all relevant papers you may need.

Begin by choosing a medium – large local company which has a Human Resource department which will do bugger all to help you after you've selected them, at which point it is too late to use the very helpful business next door, and so you are doomed.
(Task 1) Introduction
In order to begin the misery, you will need to follow these simple steps:
a) Receive a plan of the coursework which is totally indecipherable.
b) Sit down to do your coursework
c) Play internet games instead, mainly Tetris, and bubble trouble.
Decide to leave the coursework until tomorrow.
d) Give excuse that computer/usb key/floppy disk/hand wasn't working

(Task Two) Three weeks later.
The second section of your work is when you have realised you have only two days to do a terms worth of work. Once you have stopped screaming in panic, you should:
• Start up the computer.
• Phone the helpline to find out why the computer won't start up, no matter how many times you hit it.
• Plug in the computer. (Several hours of swearing optional)
• Open word.
• Have just one more go on bubble trouble
 Work for approximately 13 hours without sleep, food, or contact with other humans.
 Cry as your computer crashes.
 Fall into a drunken spiral of despair
 Re-do coursework
 USB key fails to work-Tell your U.S.B key that it is the offspring of a female dog.
 Get yelled at by teacher
 Bring in coursework using 14 separate floppy disks
 Your teacher asks 'where section 3 a subsection 4' is
 You are arrested for murder.

Please ensure, however, that once you begin your sentence in the county jail, that you do not copy work from anyone else in your cell, as you are liable to be painfully murdered in your sleep if you do so.

REMEMBER! Have fun!

I DID SOMETHING RIGHT!

Grah

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 22:04:59 GMT

WHY AM I ANGRY/SAD/BORED/AGGRAVATED? There's no reason. And now I can't even sleep at all. I'm just going to let grumpy Tom take over. You'll be able to identify him by the trademark call 'I'm....fine...*sigh*.'

FRAGH!

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 12:22:06 GMT

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April 15 2006 13:21

Stuff happened. Meh

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 18:31:13 GMT

Oh, and anyone heard of Deadjournal?

Grah Blah.

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 15:39:17 GMT

Many grrrs, and lots of stuff I should put in here but I forget it. Oh yeah but apparently Fullbrook thinks I'm gay, methinks I'll start addign to the rumour, it'll be more interesting :) Oh and there was laods of random abd stuff this week, and I'm trying not to go back to moody Tom, because he smells bad, and annoys me. 1 good point, one of those two coursework thigns got really good marks, so woop! And also I have about half of the characteristics of the 'I mustr be emo song'. Hmm.

And gloating-I beat Ali's IQ by two! wooooooooooooooo! Superiority complex, growing.....

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 18:33:10 GMT

I have loooooooooadsa work to do, so of course I'm here writing in funny quotes instead. Woop woop woop

I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry. And that's extra scary to me, because there's a large, out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside. "Run. He's fuzzy. Get outta here."

I'd like to see a forklift lift a crate of forks. It'd be so damn literal. You are using that machine to its exact purpose! That machine has been misunderstood for years...

You know, if I made orange juice, I would not be so hardcore on people. I would be more polite, like I would not print 'shake well' on the carton, cause you don't know how good people can shake, you know? I would write, 'Shake to the best of your ability.' Then I'd have a diagram that shows the uninitiated how to shake. 'Alright, put it over here, then put it over here, then put it over here quicker.' - Mitch Hedburg

I'm gonna shove it, an' love it, an' dance around above it!

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 16:52:13 GMT

I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! Temporarily. I've got till Monday as long as I don't tell anybody. So you shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now if onyl I knew what I was doing. Oh yes and I also have to do Ms Hatfields too as well. Happy faces :D

Insert funeral march here

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 22:39:25 GMT

Tomorrow I'm trying to be the first person Ms Rudd's ever taught to try to get an unofficial extension for their coursework. If I dinnae, then I'm dead. If I do, I'll be working all weekend to make up enough rubbish to hand in. And that which I have written is tres bad...o. So wish me luck! And protection from her evil anger! Oh boy....

It would appear im my own worse enemy. OR. Crappiness,crappiness, the greatest gift that I possess

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:34:10 GMT

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah too much has happened! Rachel had a party, but half of them were too blingy, and oen of em used to throw rocks, so not liking them too much. Ice-cream plus non blingers good though. Then there was scotternish, and yesterday, I went to Sandhurst at 5.30 am to eat quoissants, and then came back just in time to play tetris. Or tell Sam how to. And then he didn't listen, so he had to be punished..... And I've just found out that I've got till Friday to do that busienss studies work I've been complaining about all year, and yet still have around 100 hours worth of. Some other stuff happened too. Don't know what, but it was very interesting. But now mum has made cake so there is no time for words.

Fo flibble mo dibble.

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 13:16:55 GMT

I'm currently singing to my computer, whilst trying to build an extra one out of spare bits. if I just ahd another cd drvie, it'd be done :) Oh, and I'm planning to do 8 courseworks this weekend and friday et monday, so far I have done; 17 words. I'm so proud. I did 7 hours of work on Ms Hatfields work last time and only got 1 more bloody mark, damn her and her possible wig! BUT I think I left 5 pages out of my work last time I gave it in, so may not be so bad. Oh and THE EVIL STORY! For those of you who know Stacie Hewitt, you'll know that usually she is very sensible and sense making. However, when a story appeared on my desk, whcih had two characters, Thomas and Stacie, falling in lurvee, she wouldn't believe it wasn't me. Even though there's a year 7's name at the bottom. I'm gonna have to kidnap the yr 7 now to prove I didn't write it, and then I'll just be arrested all over again, and there'll be the trials, and the bibing, and then someone'll implode, and that'll be that. Now what was my reason for posting again.... Oh yeah, everyone's out at the mo, but I can hear footsteps upstairs, so if you never hear from me again, I'd prefer lillies at the funeral. And bury me with chocolate, in case I get hungry.

What was i talking about again? Ah nuts....

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 16:51:00 GMT

I've hit a new record, I'm forty-two pages of work behind everyone else in business studies, and I don't know whether i should be laughing or hitting myself with a cricket bat. Still, if I can publish a ridiculously popular book and become the world's richest crazy person apart from that man in Tuscany who keeps pennies in his nose just in case, I'll be just dandy! And i'm now 100 pages in on a book, whoop! Writing that is. In total I've got almost a thousand, but they're spread over about 50 different writinger thingies, so i don't think they count... Oh and Fullbrook is actually infectious! For some reason (we get very bored at breaktimes) someone or other was looking at the statistics for abscencenessness for ill being, and 19.2% of 6th form Fullbrookians are ill eveeery day. I think it may be a plague, and if you catch it, first your soul leaves you, then your skin actually turns brown, and in time, a blazer and tie are formed from your internal organs, and you haunt normal citizens of the world with the harrowing cry, 'Fullbrook is well blingin' forever more. *Insert shiver here* It's quite worrying really, the place is like Groundshog day with the repetitiveness mind numbing-ness, except for there being no actual groundhogs, weather ladies, or escape! And now, I may just have to get a j-o-b to to get money, it turns out petty theft isn't a good career path, who knew? So if you see someone in Woking library who appears to be in a coma, remember, you can change their lives with just one phone call. Donate just £2 per month by calling this number, right now! 01483 a-a-a-a-g-h. I shall survive on a diet of 8 episodes of scrubs every day...until they run out tomorrow. Bugger. Aaaaaaaaaand I'm done. Happy face! Nurse! Pills!

One of those months, yuknowutimsayin'?

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 14:20:29 GMT

Turns out, if you spin around in a chair repeatedly for five minutes, it becomes quite difficult to walk in a straight line. Or it might have been 10 minutes, who knows, I can't quite make out the clock yet. There was a point to this entry I could've sworn......probably something to do with leprecauns, everything does nowadays. Oh and I've now spent all my time since the weekend doing nada de nada, im so proud! I will now return to my nada, good day to you.

Sooooooooooon....

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 10:51:51 GMT

When I've had more sleep, I have mucho stuffo to write downo. Indoodley :)

More batteryness!

Tue, 13 Dec 2005 22:19:46 GMT

Ze battery! It is being a battery.,....which I can't find a picture of, never mind! Holly gave me her dead cd player batteries, and said "you have fun with those tom" thusly, i had to have fun with them. The first one is probably still inside one of the library computers making ti beep for no apaprent reason. The other one be the one of despair. First Jenny and I sawed it wqith a ruler, then dropped it off the roof almost splatting some year 8s, then we clsoed it in the door, and then hammered it under a chair, but it's Still only dented. I will continue the war against the batteries, more shortly.....oh and PARAGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPH!

And today we had the presentation evenin at Fullbrook, and I saw old former fullbrook people, with. The. SLOWEST TALKING. Vicar. Ever. Gah. And then we got certificates and waited and then there were mutants...although I may have dreamed that bit, and then we left! So little to say. Oh cept I WILL WIN THE ENGLISH A LEVEL AWARD AND BEAT TOM FLAHRETY, even if it kills me...again. And I spent all break working, lunch doing young enterprise, period foru AND five listening to the smae talk twice in hyper speed, before it was repeated at presentation evening, and then staying behind for an hour doing more young enterprise stuff. Synmpathy vote please! Oh and my book appears to only be 70 pages :( nuts on a tuning fork....however I get to see fun people on saturday, WOOP! and I have to start using the compuiter more and going on msnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Yes. Damn I haven't got anything to finish on. Blibb

Tom