the real DRAMA: 02/12/11

12 February 2011

Okay, I would just like to post to say that I'm really very sorry

The lovely Drama Room would like to say ...

Okay, I would just like to post to say that I'm really very sorry Zarie for my last post. It was meant to be a joke but I understand that it wasn't funny and wasn't taken as one at all. I don't think you're heartless at all, I'm just really soppy but I never ever thought you were heartless. I know I shouldn't have said it and I hope you will forgive me, I just want you to know I really am sorry xxx

Anna xx

HIII

The lovely Drama Room would like to say ...

Well seeing as everyone has done a post and i haven't i guess i have to do one lol :) i know everyone has done this but i may do aswell this is how i see the drama room ...

Alice : talking bout books with grace :)

Anna: getting extremely hyper !!

Benny : is with emma doing makeup lol ;)

Bronte ( me) : well most people would say im deciding who my new crush is and i admit i have fancied quite a few people but thats not all i do !! and it seems thats all people can right about me on this blog so i am going to write somthing differnt i am normaly singing VERY LOUDLY with grace (normally songs from leagually blonde or wicked ) or i am eating lots of yummy food hah ;)

Camila: is with Emma and Benny putting makeup on and sorting out her hair although she dosent need to she is beautiful already :)

Emma : either putting makeup on with Benny and Camila or being extremely hyper :)

Grace : well what should i say here lol Grace Does lots of Different things at lunch here are just some of them Obviously one is singing with me ;) , talking about books with Alice , Eating yummy hobnob bars !! , Refusing to give people food but then ending up giving carrots or grapes away ...

Mackinlay: Either being really quiet and watching us all or laughing at us all and thinking about robert pattison lol ;)

Megan : doing her annoying dying duck laugh !! lol

Neha : Hogging the spinning chair or shouting at us for calling her a LESBIAN !! ;) haha

Olga : correcting our grammer , counting calories in her food or saying "tidy tidy my little elves !! "

Rosarie : Well many would say being loud which i do agree but she also hopes around from group to group and chatting with bud ;)

Rosie : Being all lovey dudy With conor haha ;) just did that to wind u up no Rosie isn't always with conor ;) she is asking for food of anyone and not stopping till she gets some lol ;)

so thats how i see it :) my first blog post on this blog finally been trying to do something for weeks lol ;) well im off now to do the Hoover such fun !! lol

goodbye :)

Thanks for the offesive posts

The lovely Drama Room would like to say ...
I would like to correct anna im not heartless im just not soppy ! Um do you watch rocky and enjoy the xbox hmm i dont think so but it dont ive me the right to say your 'not normal' Now go analyize lyrics rather than be mean about me :P
so HA ive said my piece. :|

Candle in the Wind (first version)

Goodbye, Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled

They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on a treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid

And even when you died
Oh, the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

Goodbye, Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled

Goodbye, Norma Jean
From the young fan in the twenty-second row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just a Marilyn Monroe

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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12 February 2011

Okay, I would just like to post to say that I'm really very sorry

HIII

Thanks for the offesive posts