February 28th, 2003


Yesterday...and Today...

Yes, the title is a Yessong.

Now then, let's start with Yesterday:
The main event was table tennis with Chaz, Dave and
Lauren. It was great fun! We ended up just messing about,
trying different ways to hit the ball. Great fun!!!

Chaz - "Errr...What? Yes."
Dave - "No"

And Today:
Stuff happened. Me and Raj attempted to sing Bohemian
Rhapsody at lunch, only there was one little problem. He
doesn't know the words. He only knows "Let me go! No, no,
no, no, no, no!"

So, here are the words:

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and light'ning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.

So there.
Raj - learn them!

Yeah. Where was I?
The day was good. That's pretty much all.

Nope, I can't remember any.

Honourable Mentions:
"The Physics Four" - Ella, Tasha, Becky and Vanessa. They
make Physics fun, always do their work, and NEVER pester Mr
F. Lovely girls, all of them.
Chaz & Dave - for waiting while I finish typing this.
Laura - For nagging me to tell her who Raj is taking to the
Raj - for suffering - people keep asking him about the
Kirstie - for being Kirstie.

Other Stuff:
Katy & Claire kept nagging Raj to tell them who he wants to
take to the leavers. He wouldn't tell, I neither would I.

Oh for crying out loud.

I really can't be bothered with this anymore.


And I'm tired and disillusioned and bored and lonely and
empty and...other stuff.

I'll do 1 piece of feedback:

From: raj

Any ways, got that of my chest So Brian, yet another
diary entry, this one, more revealing than others So when
are you going to ask that special someone to the leavers,
or 'The prom?' And talking about mascara, where the hell
did Jaimin get the idea that me an u are wearing mascara
Possibly wanting us to sign up to his many Businesses, in
his many trades....

Ah yes, and whilst I'm here, I might as well deliver my
daily dose of wierd and wondeful quotes:
'Tabloids are merely organic, carbon originated, mendacious
and deforestational generators of this world today....oh

Thankyou, and goodnight.

My reply:
wierd? any ways? of my chest? Oh Raj, you've done it
again! Lauren is going to have a field day with this!
The quote is weird. As for the mascara - I've always had
long, dark eyelashes.

So there.

I'm gonna go sit in the corner now.

I'm sad. :'(