Museings of a Uncollected Mind

How do you? I've tried many times, but it keeps on saying "According to the information you have given us, you aren't allowed to get a myspace".

How the heck do I get one? I've been trying for 10 minuets, it won't allow me. WHY?

There is one guy who I don't like in my school. This is becuase he's a stuck-up, little smeg who is forever annoying me to crap. I will not tell you his name and this is me shouting out about one person who will not be known.

First of all, he takes everything the wrong way. I'm chatting with one of my friends, they're playing a game and lost a life by doing something stupid. I say "Retard!" in a playfull manner and we noth laugh at the comment. Then Mr annoying comes in and "You should not call people retards, that is a very hurtful thing to do." and it's like "It's a bloody joke, we're both laughing, noone got hurt, whats it to you?" (of course I would never say that to his face.)

And he thinks I'm his friend. He thinks that I care about him. When people have been particulary nasty to him, he thinks I give a crap! I'd never do anything nasty to him, but he annoys me to heck.

Of course, I've got to stand there, making it look like I care and give him advice and try to cheer him up, but I don't want to do it and I don't really care if he needs cheering up or not.

I used to be his friend, now he's just annoying me, I want him to leave me alone, wrote it down, done with it.

Scroll down the page for part one.

Part Two

The Doctor couldn’t get to sleep after what he had heard. From the room next to him, the Doctor had heard a wall crashing down; he’d heard screams and other noises. All from the room next to him.
Donning his usual clothes, the Doctor crept out of his room, and to the door of the one next to him. He checked the door, it was locked. Checking through his pockets, the Doctor found a credit card-
“Mr J. Hudson, who the heck’s that?”
Using the card, the Doctor got in, finding the destruction of the room before him.

Ten years. Ten years. Stuart had been in that glass tub for ten years. Josephine had waited for ten years.
Head in her hands, Josephine stared through an open window at the end of the living room. She stretched on her red velvet chair, and sank back, depressed. She’d been depressed for ten years.
Suddenly, the sound of metal clanging, the sound of wet stomps on the carpet. The sound of breathing.
The half-mechanical Stuart came through the door way, into the living room. He was alive.
The two surgeons came in and took off both of there surgeon masks. Their faces were not-like anything that Josephine had seen, the face all metal, hard jagged edges. There eyes were just holes, laced with a mesh-like material. Out of the corner of both their eyes, there was an oil duct, in the shape of a tear.
The Cybermen stood inline with Stuart, all three of them staring at her. One of the cybermen turned to Stuart.
SHE IS YOUR LOVER. SHE HAD HELPED US CONVERT YOU. KILL HER.
Stuart raised his arm up. Out of his arm ejected a small, pen-like device. Out of this device shot a searing hot laser, with struck Josephine straight in the chest. She convolved and died on the spot.
The Doctor walked into the living room, holding up his credit card.
“Miss” said the Doctor. “There has been an accident in room 7…B” The Doctor spotted the Cybermen, the Cybermen spotted the Doctor.
SENSORS INDICATE MALE, TIME-LORD, DOCTOR!
“Yes, that appears to be me. Hello! Now, that accident”
The Doctor legged it out of the room, the Cybermen close to following. Stuart stopped them wit one command, and the Cybermen went back to him.
STOP, HE MUST CONVERTED TO CYBERCONTROLLER.
The other two Cybermen looked at Stuart.
WE OBEY, OUR NEW CYBERLEADER.