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Sunday, September 26th, 2004

Time: 5:23 pm.

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Subject: Forgetting You, But not the time. Time: 7:51 pm. Mood: blank. Music: Holiday.

Some peoples 'glumness' has rubbed off on me, when i listen to my friends problesm, i can never seperate myself from them, so i always get dragged down with them. Rather then bringing them up. its upsetting to a see friend in real emotional pain. I so wanna help them, but i dunno if i can, i think that they don;t understand that i understand how difficult it is for them. I do understand, but i don't see the point in giving in. By becoming more introverted because of sadness isn;t gonna help things. A lot of things have made me think today. I think the 'scene' we have in leicester is too filled with Mary Jane. Its alrigh that theres some, but the fact that it all revolves around being lazy isn't fun, and isn;t appealing. It sad to see another familair face wasting what potential they had because they where the next pill or the next bag of dope is coming from. There is no energy in it. But what is fantastic is you know everyone and you trust everyone to some extent. LIARS. Can't stand them, you can see through them. They want to appear better than they are, but what they don't understand is that they don;t need to lie, the truth makes you much more interesting. I suppose they don't feel good about themselves, arrgh, live your life for yourself, actively seek out happiness. None of what i do is a good idea, but i don't regret it. TLLM

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Subject: Hello God its Me Margaret Time: 11:24 pm. Mood: good. Music: Green Day - American Idiot.

Salut Everyone, its been fucking ages since I last typed furiously into the night producing nothing of much worth. So, like I have said countless times before, I will try and start writing again. Actually I was inspired to update this because of Tabz, so why not. So recently I have been extremely busy, finished exams, I think I did them to the best of my ability. As usual during the English Language exam I managed to insert my own brand of cynical anti-consumerist dark poetry into the describe task, In which we had to describe a supermarket when it was open and then closed. I bizarrely even managed to get a reference to the Vietnam war in their, although I won't get any marks for it. After that I went to Italy on another performing arts trip which was, as usual very fun, and it was a great chance to try out my new camera, there was few teething problems, like the lens hood casting a shadow on anything I used with a flash, but bearing in mind I only just got the camera I took some very good shots, which I am proud of, and many people have said are at least of postcard quality. My scanner is broken so I will endeavour to fix it and then upload the photos. I had about a few days break from coming back from Italy and then it was off to Workers Power camp, where I learnt so much theory and so much emotion was shown, grown men crying about their experiences in the Miners Strike. It seemed like we were there for ages, even though it was only 5 days. On the first night me and sham attempted to put up the tent whilst we were drunk as George best's right thigh. Nevertheless when we woke up in the morning the tent was sideways and we sleeping on the door. After that I had a bout a week free, which I used to finish my room which I have redecorated. All by myself, with a few days help from Dejan, Tabz and Niall. I put down a wood floor, and stripped and painted the walls and ceiling. The walls are white and I am going to have some big boards with photos screen printed on them to put on the walls to tone down the harshness of the white. I haven’t quite finished I need to buy some new light fixtures and put them in, also I need a new bed. I went to go and see my grandma who is nearly 91. We were told she was dying so I went down to see her, she was not to bad, but mentally deterioting. We took her outside in the wheelchair which is probably the first time she has been out of the home for about 2 years. I took a lot of photos. The next day Tabz came round to shoo me away to France, that was alright. a few interesting things happened. I swam a lot. We did go to this amazing house in the mountains, but when I get my scanner, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. So that leads me to yesterday, when Tabz came round. It was really good actually, except I had been up since 4 that morning and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Today was great as well, we spent hours in bed talking about primary school games, and the silly little variations of the same games you play. Also how much school kids are like the Gestapo whenever one kid is going out with another. Tomorrow my friends are coming round who I haven't seen in a while, usually I would see them every week at least, but I haven’t seen them since school ended which shows how busy I have been. This has been a very rushed loose entry, I’ll go into more detail and hopefully be interesting another time, I just wanted to bring it up to date. Bonswoir

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Time: 11:23 pm. Mood: confused.

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Subject: I think that means genius like........... Time: 8:20 pm. Mood: good.

Congratulations, Tim! Your IQ score is 127 we can tell your Intellectual Type is Visual Mathematician. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns — both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

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Time: 4:29 pm.

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Subject: Why... Time: 11:49 pm. Mood: content. Music: DO you hear the people sing..

Why do I always find myself having political conversations with people on TV, just watched Newnight and the Palestinian spokesman was being very ballsy, and unrestrained, which was cool. Bloody Jeremy vine just told the Palestinians to accept the apartheid they live in. I have decided that I want to free Tibet, give it back to the Dalai Lama, I think I'll pencil that in my diary for tomorrow. I seem to have become My schools Lighting Consultant in Drama, I have a meeting with a lighting dude from some company tomorrow, to discuss what lights we want to buy. Cos No one else seems to have any idea, I have about ?30 000 to spend, pretty cool. I have the power, hehe, bad news is I have to go in to school during holidays. ?Tim?

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Subject: The Night Bus Time: 9:09 pm. Mood: good.

Every Tuesday I catch the night bus, every Tuesday I leave on time to catch it, it is scheduled for 39 minutes past the hour. Every time, it comes about 15 minutes late, I see it approaching in the distance, next to the huge luminous sign, which you can see from the other side of the city. Every single week I have to walk out into the middle of the busy road for it to stop, it may run me over. It never stopped with just a hand signal, this driver is alerted by a splat. Every time I dive out the way, it stops....about half a mile down the road, a man just gawps at me, he is pissed. Every week it is him 'driving', he doesn't apologize, he just stares, he has his eyes closed, his lips dangle lower than his chin. Every week he wears desperately old, browning clothes, with a scary anorak on top, bizarre colors, completely contrasting the dull sweaters. Every time I smell the air, vodka, sometimes whiskey, I tell him where I wanna go, he looks at me, then presses a few buttons, trying to look professional. Every time, I pay a different price, he doesn't know watches doing, I watch the bus driver going the wrong way. Every few minutes, he veers into the wrong lane, drivers pumping their breaks to avoid him. I get off the bus and go into an alleyway. On way home, I sit below the huge sign, its lamps pretend to be the sun. Its the Truth.

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Subject: American Beauty Time: 8:45 pm. Mood: content.

IS such a great film, some people say its a teen movie, but i think its more sophisticated then that, like donnie darko, that is good, and that is called a teen movie. I hate films like american pie, roadtrip etc, they are shite. I love wathing films on my own, cos then you dont have to hold back tears or laughter, i think you enjoy the film more if you let yourself go. I think the best ator in american beauty is the Army Dad, he showed so much range in his acting, it was amazing. In no particular order, my favoutite films. Amelie Moulin rouge Bowling for columbine american beauty donnie darko elephant

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Subject: You Don't know anything about that Time: 6:15 pm. Mood: complacent.

Some people, typical start, but anyway some people, are born to annoy, born to put you down. I have a friend who is like this, well I say friend, but they only come to me when they need help or just in lessons. They constantly pick at everything you say. This person is my friend, but I don't think they know anything about me, they think I'm lying when I talk about things I do. When I make a joke about something which is clearly a joke, this person will laugh at me as if I was being serious, and was a stupid twat. That was their words. I know that when I mention politics, they will laugh about it as if they know more. This person is mediocre and has nothing special about them to make them better than anyone else. This person looks down on my relationships, claiming they are helping, whilst really just gossiping and going awww how cute. This person shows off their relationship as though it was the biggest thing in the world. This person is selfish, at the same time as being outgoing, devious whilst being charming, Kind whilst being two-faced. This person judges me, but hasn't taken the time to get to know me, this person thinks they do know me, not even my closest friends know me, this person cant even come close. Tim

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Subject: Give the world water Time: 7:54 pm. Mood: grateful.

Close your eyes imagine the sound of rushing water. Now open your eyes and go get a glass. Now imagine you are a poverty stricken child liven in debt ridden third world country. Now close your eyes, imagine the sound of rushing water. Go get a bucket, walk ten miles, collect river water, walk ten miles back home. Then drink a small amount of the brown muddy liquid. Get Disease, can't go to hospital, suffer, suffer, pain, suffer, no help, Die! What an Injustice! Do you know how easy it would be to supply the whole world, every human being on earth, with clean fresh water? As easy as not buying one modern warplane. Doing without one machine of war used to kill, we could do without that, if it meant giving a new life, to millions. Imagine the first time these poor people, see a plentiful clean water supply. The cool refreshing taste in the midday sun. The first time they have a water fight, imagine the joy in their eyes, for once these people have a new hope. You don't even drink water; you think it tastes bad, so you try to disguise its taste. Imagine disguising it in mud and disease. If you don't want it, you could do without it. You suffer, you suffer, take away your free health care, you suffer, you die! Tim WaterAid

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