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Long Time No See [Apr. 8th, 2006|09:04 pm]
[Current Location |house]

After going into several months pretty much mourning for DC killing off the BEST CHARACTER EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER (and also being REALLY FLIPPING busy with cheerleading<- lolz) I finally decided to write in this dumb thing again.

Classes are ok, having to beat off chicks with a stick is my new hobby, blah blah blah.

Yeah, right.
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news and notes [Jun. 28th, 2005|11:35 am]
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YOU THINK YOU"RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO THIS!!! HAHAHAHA WATCH

dramatis persona
me- marlowe
jeff/geoff/jerk face chaucer


me: Jerkface, you are a scabby arsed bastard
whoreson, only good in service to a marred
diarrhetic (as in volanic erupting)
goat so old it can bear eating
juicy fruit from beneath the chairs
of mister robert's desks. then there's
not only THE SMELL but the TERRIBLE STATE
of your clothing, and we can only hope that
the good lord will smite you and send you to
the ninth circle in a spasmodic fit
of mercy that can be likened only to the goat who's shit
you must shovel.

jerkface: hella.

THE END.
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hell [Jun. 23rd, 2005|09:01 am]
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SEE WHERE YOU FALL
Read more... )
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2005|10:05 am]
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[music |GREEN DAY-AMERICAN IDIOT]

I... I... didn't win.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, IT JUST PROVES THAT EVERYONE HERE IS A MOUTH-BREATHING TOTALLY WORTHLESS HUSK OF FLESH.

Wow, I hope you're all happy WITH STUPID CHAUCER WHO CAN'T EVEN SPELL HIS NAME RIGHT HAVE THE TIME.

Go you, STUDENT BODY, GO YOU.

OBVIOUSLY THIS BODY OF STUDENTS IS MORE DISEASED THAN I THOUGHT.

I HATE YOU ALL.
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VOTE FOR ME [Jun. 10th, 2005|05:38 pm]
[music |Hot Hot Heat-Soldier in A Box]

I am running for Student Body Rep because I know I can make a DIFFERENCE. Unlike some other canidates, I have constantly proven myself to have the best motives in helping the student body. Which is why I should represent them.

Come on, you know you want to.

Because I'm TAKING DOWN NAMES if YOU DON'T.
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crackdown notification [May. 30th, 2005|03:56 pm]
I would just like to remind everyone that school functions are supposed to be drug and alcohol free.

And I've been saving up for a portable breathalizer test machine. Just after I finish off my Lucifer collection.

You (drunkards and druggies) are so going down after that. HELLA. HELLA. YOU ARE ALL HELLA GOING DOWN. (take that Jeff)

So going down.

PS: Cooper- when do I get my uniform? My HELLA cool uniform, that is.
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Things I Hate [May. 26th, 2005|09:35 pm]
This is a List of Things I hate

-drugs

-alcohol

-people (exceptions)

-television shows like 'the bachelor'. (hate. deep seated. ROSES!? WTF)

-fallacies

-Shakespeare. (YOU STARTED IT)

-school (except for Pre Colonial Americas. And. Um....)

-grammar (is dumb)

So, my CALM Instructor (who will now be refered to as 'the Devil') feels that I have obsessive passions. I so do not. WHY WOULD THE DEVIL SAY THAT?! She says I should 'tone it down' or find 'more active hobbies' for my 'high energy level'. I SO DO NOT NEED TO DO THAT WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT I HATE HER.

But then afterschool today she called Mom and Dad. Who suggested that I might like to participate in a sport.

I DON'T LIKE SPORTS BUT THE DEVIL IS MAKING ME. ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.

Things I hate (cont)

-sports
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(no subject) [May. 13th, 2005|05:31 pm]
8:10-9:00 (Block one)Social Studies
9:10-10:00 (Block two)English
10:10-11:00 (Block three)Math
11:00-11:40 (Lunch)
11:40-12:30 (Block four)CALM
12:40-1:30 (Block five)Drama
1:40-2:30 (Block six)Pre-Colonial Americas


CALM is the STUPIDEST thing ever in the HISTORY OF STUPID THINGS. ARRGGHHH
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(no subject) [May. 3rd, 2005|10:31 am]
Seriously, is everyone here a druggie except me? SERIOUSLY.

This is all people talk about in their journals. It's so irritating. Most people just post harmless meme's. IS THAT SO WRONG, I ASK YOU?!

No, it isin't. Doing drugs is WRONG!

Which is why I agreed to report all tips and then recieve a hundred dollars. TO PROVE HOW WRONG IT IS. WRONG. UTTERLY WRONG.
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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2005|03:46 pm]
YOU BETTER GIVE IT BACK OR SOMEONE'S FINDING OUT ABOUT ILLEGAL DRUG USAGE and HEINOUS GRAND LARCENY and CONSPIRACY and BEING A TOTAL JERK.

And that someone is THE COPS. AND THE PRINCIPAL. AND YOUR GRANDMA.

People usaully only STEAL things because they need to pay for their DRUG HABIT.
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OH YES WAY [Apr. 25th, 2005|08:10 pm]
Ok, seriously.

I didn't ask to grow up next door to him. I didn't ask for him to be a bleeding good writer with his stuff read out loud by every stupid sodding teacher since grade school. NO, IT'S NOT.

He's done a lot more to me, too.

In seventh form he STOLE ALL MY COMIC BOOKS He said he needed them for inspiration. Bollocks he did, he just wanted them because it was bored and his stupid dad wouldn't take him to the stupid store to get the latest Goosebumps or whatever he was reading.

I hated Goosebumps, you know. I've always been the one with the real talent, you know. I'm just held back by the fact that everyone is so damn impressed with him. He couldn't even spell his name until fourth form, you know.

I hate him. He even gets all the girls. Not that I even want girls, but you know, I'd like the idea that I could be able to get them if I could, which I can't BECAUSE HE TAKES THEM ALL!!!!

So today I came home. Put my backpack down. Went out back to clean up Fluffy's mess, you know? I see some smoke drifting over the fence. I think, why are they barbequeing in the middle of the afternoon, and moreso, why does it smell so.. sweet? I let it slide. Neighbors are weird.

So I go upstairs, turn on the computer to start my homework. By chance, I can see the neighbor's yard. That's when I see him.

Not since that time when I was fifteen and I saw a girl slap him have I been so happy.

I saw Bill Shakespeare smoking pot.

So I called the coppers. It was the best day of my life.
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