Hey, Dementia had half the amount of post that Poetry Arty Stuff had before I wrote this one...

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You thought he was gone, didn't you?

No, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily... The real reason that I haven't written anything is that I couldn't THINK of anything to write on here. I could just write whatever comes into my mind, but no. And I still can't find my notebook, so I cannot continue my story as I hoped to. Which is annoying.
BUT, with the new learning/ educational year, many things are changing. Even blogs. They're shit and useless now. And what will replace them?

VLOGS!!! (See what they've done there? It's now a 'v' instead of a 'b', for video)

That's right, Dementia may have a vlog in the future! I have ideas that would be interesting to use, but for one of them I need something that I can use to strap a camera to my chest... and possibly someone with 999 on speed dial incase I nearly kill myself. But I won't worry about that, it wouldn't be fun without risk involved. Would it?
Hmm, only two hours of lessons tomorrow, after break and before lunch...and they're both chemistry...so it'll be fun :D Also, for those of you who didn't know, Godalming College is split into 1/2 hour periods, so our timetables look complicated. But they aren't really.
I keep getting messages on FB, it's a little annoying now. However, I do plan on keeping up to date with County. Probably.
Well, I am now running out of stuff to say. It is very possible that this will become one of the only places where people can hear from me. So far, there are two: here and Facebook.
Why am I on Facebook? I had an account on there before I even started going on daily...confusions...
Ok, now I have run out of stuff to say, but I guess you could expect a vlog at somepoint during a halfterm or holiday or something. I don't know what it'll be, though....
SO, I will probably write again when I feel like it. Which might be in awhile. See you randomly in Guildford sometime should we happen to be there at the sametime.
-L.Z.
Edit: I've just started using the new dashboard/writing thing, and it put everything into one giant paragraph...shitty blogspot...

It's just occured to me...

...I know, only just now I've realised. Everyone else must've realised aswell, so I won't go on about that.

I haven't written anything storywise on here for a long time, which means that I will start again soon. I just need sometime to get back into it and work out what's going on...

...and find the notes I wrote down when I started...

And given the fact that I'm not actually doing anything, I might just be able to add a new part every few days. Which means you'll have to start checking Dementia daily just incase any new parts have been released.

That's the news for today. Hmm, it doesn't seem like much, does it? I won't mention Amy Whinehouse as Kaytei has already spoken about her, so I'll just have to make something up...

A METEORITE HAS JUST HIT...ERMM...PLUTO!!!

That's right, a meteorite has just hit Pluto. Why is this so important? Because it just is.

-L.Z.

P.S. The title and intro are about the fact that another post begun in a similar way. Did you spot that? If so, well done.

So, it ended with 8 when it should've been 7

Yep, that's right. Two days ago, I watched the final Harry Potter film with my twin sister. My views on it? It was good, but not my favourite (I don't actually know which one is, so that is irrelevant). I don't really have much else to say on the matter, so I'll let you see it for yourselves and decide (if you haven't already seen it).

In other news, why do politicians act like children all the time? No wonder the country's going downhill. IMO, if MPs would just grow up and act responsibly, things might just get done. (If anyone who reads this has a family member who is an MP or politician or whatever, I'm not insulting them personally. I'm talking about the matter in general).

The above reason is why everyone should vote for The Richard Party. You all know that I won't behave like that in-session.

I'm going to go and do something else now. Bye bye.

-L.Z.

Upside down !, inverted ? and a whole lot of @

If you're clever enough to break my code (which is the title), you'll know precisely what I'm talking about. HOWEVER, it doesn't actually mean anything so just forget about that.

I recently watched 'James May's Toy Stories', the one with the AirFix, with my sister (yes, I have a sister) and then she said she felt like putting together a model of a greek soldier and paint it. In Guildford (aka G-Town), I could not find a greek soldier so I went for the next best thing: a Spitfire. Just finishing the painting now.

I also made a smaller model of a spitfire out of clay. It looks shit and broke twice, but it's my first time so it could've been worse.

I also connected my laptop to my HD television earlier (as I have done so many times before) and got to watch everything on my laptop in HD (I won't explain the technical bits here).

And now I have nothing left to say, except that I made some candles. But that was a few weeks ago.

-L.Z.

It's just occured to me: I haven't written anything interesting on here for awhille...

But do not fear, for as soon as something interesting happens, you'll be the first to know*. Anyway, I've had fun over the holidays, with my schedule consisting mainly of...doing nothing...
Now, that might sound boring, but it's alot worse than you think. But I'll explain later. Possibly. Wow, I never knew that I wrote for playboy magazine, or had a penis size to match my height (which is 6' 7") ---> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Osman
...I have my own wikipedia article...I must be so epic...

Right, I'd better get going now: I have nothing to do soon.

-L.Z.

*It is very unlikely that news will turn up here first: it is more likely to turn up here days after it has been released.

WOOOOO I'VE FINISHED ALL OF MY EXAMS!!!

Which means I am no longer a student and Guildford County School, so I don't-
No, that's too mean. Goodbye everyone, maybe I shall see you again sometime.

If you're reading this, then why aren't you revising?

If you're reading this AND you've finished your exams...well screw you for ruining my fun.

Just a quick note

I just want to say sorry to Jamie and Kaytei, as I couldn't stay to watch your performance which was really annoying because it sounded like it was going to be ver good indeed. I would say sorry to Lloyd, but I doubt that he reads this. From the performances I did see, I have to say that I enjoyed them all, but I liked Kate's Group the most (I'm not being bias or anything, I really did enjoy it the most).

See all you taters some other day. Edward, fuck off.

It seems we've had a complaint...

Yes someone *glares angrily at Kaytei* hated the last video to be posted, so I've decided to put something slightly more gentle up. Enjoy *sarcastically*

Yeah

You know how I get really bored? While, [please read title]



Wow, I know that will annoy Kaytei, Mark and whoever else reads this blog (or bloog, as I just typed before correction).

On to other issues in the Agenda that must be addressed:

1. Sort out our country (which can be done by voting Richard).
2. Scrap Controlled Assessments, because I hate them.
3. Do something that I don't know about yet.
*As you read the next 38,475 issues, you start to get bored, but still read them anyway*
38,476. Feed me. Really, I'm very hungry right now.
38,477. Let me go to sleep. I'm also very tired.

Ok, I think that's everything. Now I'm going to do something, which will probably be watching Ramsay's Kitchen Knightmare, 'cos he's funny.

CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HA HA HAH, GOT YOU AGAIN!!!

No, really, it's behind you...

I made a speech -> Yay! It wasn't exactly a speech you'd expect (well, from me you would expect something like that) but oh well. I only wrote it down four times; it's not like I-

My fellow Aluminums:

Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.

Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.

- keep repeating everywhere, right Marky?

*Hehehe,* thought Lord Zaros, *I've just been witty AND made this post longer!* without realising he'd actually typed it down.

Wow, this is getting very boring, which is weird considering that I still have more story parts to write. What will happen in the end? Only I know...so don't go making up endings!

Now there's nothing left to say except CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HAH HAH, TAKE THAT BITCHES!! (Please note that I am not calling anyone specific a bitch, I'm just pretending to be Arabian.)

-LoRd ZaRoS

Today

My fellow Aluminums:

Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.

Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.

-L.Z.

And So...

...as the potato rasher got home, he took off his briefcase and slowly lowered himself into a bath of baked beans and chicken shit. However, as the shit was rubbing the layers of mud off of his legs, he suddenly released he was dreaming.

What a bad dream, the potato rasher-

Hang on, why is the main character a potato rasher?
We needed SOMETHING. What d'you suggest?!
I don't know, but ANYTHING is better than a potato rasher. God, I'm going to have to
write this story myself...

What a bad dream, the Arse-Scratcher thought. Rather like the one where Terry Pratchet got off with Gok Wan. That was a nightmare.

Then the Arse-Scratcher woke up (because he had one of those weird dreams that makes you feel like shoving your head up your nostril cavity) again, and realised that he WAS in a bath of baked beans and chicken shit, and Terry Pratchet and Gok Wan WERE getting off on the shower head.

Fuck my life, said the Arse-Scratcher. I'm going off to France to commit suicide. I don't have a will to live there.

And so the Arse-Scratcher went to France and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, he survived and became a cucumber rack at the local toilets.