Randomness : A measure of the lack of purpose, logic, or objectivity of an event.

This blog is random and you may notice that the word random is used an awful lot in it. But my friends have to live with that all the time so i'm sure you'll cope. =D I cannot think of anything more to say so I will say Enjoy :D

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Me. Well. There is not really much to tell. I like cheese, if that is of any interest to you. I have a hyperactive imagination and am rther a nurrdd. I like arty stuff. Apparently I am gifted and talented. I have a habit of embarassing myself. I consider myself a tree hugger. I occasionally do stupid things for no apparent reason. And my life is tragic. (excuse me, why am i not famous yet??) Also, I am obbsessed with S Club and Friends. I'm a bit of a spaz. And have frequent laughing fits. I occasionally freak my mates out. Its just cos im cool. And you know it :D Another thing -- i just discovered a secret liking for foreign tv and radio which i cant understand. Its cool.

Friday, 12 June 2009

The Pot Noodle Conspiracy 3

You may be interested to know that a certain young man named Rhubarb knew exactly what the odd noise was. He was jammed into a cupboard of little space and awkward shape. Rhubarb was supposed to be observing the president, but not much is to be found by watching a sad man stuck in a daydream, so Rhubarb had presently fallen asleep. You should know that the acoustics in the cupboard were slightly odd, so that when Rhubarb snored, the sound resembled a Camel burping. Luckily, this strange strange noise had also awakened Rhubarb, so that was the end of that.

Please bear with w while we skip off once again to Fanny, who was also caught up in a bucket load of reverie. So, seeing as at the present moment nothing much seems to be happening in the story, I may as well tell you what our dear Fanny was thinking.
Fanny was not Fanny’s real name. In fact, almost no-one knew her real name. Actually definitely no-one knows her real name. Fanny was all Fanny could say when she turned up at the orphanage, so that is how she got her name. She arrived at the orphanage age 2 5/6. That is where she met Willy, aged 2 8/10. Fanny was slightly delusional (of course she wasn’t thinking this, but it is true. Fanny was actually wondering what would happen if you mixed a fire engine with a duck.) and also slightly full of herself.
But know I will stop this, as someone new is being dragged into the cell next to Fanny’s.

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