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August 04 Oh good heavens!What. The. Hell?!
Double-youTeeEff and all that shizzle...
What's happened to my beautiful space? It's all... Liney! It looks more professional.. Bitch.
It's all organised?! It's not me anymooorrrreeee... *cries into cold cup of coffee*
I guess I'll blog now and stop moaning.
Errrrmmm... So much has happened since I last blogged.. I'll write it in quick, note-like form...
Er, actually that's it... Yesterday and today was an uberfest of Lizzie... Which was good... *grins* Now I get bored and stop typing... I'm worried now.. Mnerh, i'll survive... Laters, dudes and dudettes... xXx June 08 NEEEEOOOOWWWWWWWW *aeroplane passing*This'll just be a short one.. I've got to be back at the school in twenty minutes.
The Holiday Blog will be completed as soon as I have finished it, and er...
AHHHH
I can't take it. They're soooo... Childy. Small and sticky and clingy and punchy.
I spent the whole of morning break saying "Let's stop kicking Connor in the head" or, "Garry! Tress are not for chewing" or, "Okay, let's now play the Not-Standing-On-Miss-Mayall's-Toes-Game."
Yeah, I'm now Miss Mayall. I like that. Commanding respect and all that. Awww. I'm going to force my friends to call me that from now on. Yay.
Errrmmm... I don't think going back to your old school should be allowed. It's weird. I don't like it. WAAAAH!!
Geez... That's it really. I've gotta go soon anyway.
I need lunch too.
I guess that's what lunch breaks are for though. I mean apart from blogging. What a tiny blog. Ah well. You all know I'm still alive, anyway.
I am still alive. Just beaten up and dribbled on a bit.
SEVEN MORE DAYS OF THIS!
SEVEN. 7!
I'm going to die. They'll kill me. May 10 Hello I'm Barry Scott! And I'm Here to Talk To You About The NEW Cillit Bang! . . . BANG! And The Dirt Is Gone.Barry Scott = Legend. Bow down to him. Now.
 Feeling better now, for those who care. And those who don't. Damn indifferents.
Today was a fair hoot.
School stuff
Hah. I can make the writing big!
Lessons were average.
Food was spent making banners for Gavin and Rachel for the Year Ten Head Boy And Girl Elections. Which quite funny. Josh was being a prick.. You know, just for something new to do. He's never usually a prick.
Sorry, I mean he's ALWAYS a prick.
Then we had Latin. No comment.
Break was just Lizzie and I walking around, proceeding to the dinnerhall and not eating anything. Hm. Maths next. 'Twas dull.
Then English. I did Brutus' speech ^_^. I love that speech. I really wanted Marc Antony's though. Not just because I have a completely blown-out-of-proportion crush on Marc Antony, either. No.
 Anyway, let's move on.
Then was lunch. That was a laugh. Wandered around for a bit, avoiding cameras. Bought a vanilla milkshake. Absolutely luuuurvely, that was. Then I can't remember much.
Then was PD. Miss Kelly DIDN'T have a spaz attack. Which is like wow. She got a bit angry, but she didn't go and fetch someone. She's so incompetent. So anyway. Then was some other stuff involving JJ, Chris, me, Alice and eating paper. I love our form. And I actually proper love JJ and Chris. Most of the time.
Then was hometime. Well, it was for most people. Alice, I and some others had to go to ICT. I spent my ten minutes of relative freedom saying goodbye to people. I spent altogether too long hugging Ant I think.. But ah well.
We had ICT, attempted to learn stuff, talked about the prom.
Ah yes, the prom. Only a year and a bit away now. Seems a bit of a faff really. Fun faff, but still. I think I'm going with Jackson. That's what was decided, yeah mate? Good. Just about everyone's decided already. Which is slightly weird I think. Jimmy and Mikey decided a good few months ago (Laura and Bethanie, I think). Loz and Alex have been decided for years, nearly. I was told to go with Jackson a couple of weeks ago... It's odd that people are already decided though. What about fall-outs? They happen, you know.
But whatever. Then I went home.
Home = extreme dulliosity
English trip tommorow.
*tries to contain self*
It should be good... I guess.
*ends blog on interesting, deeply moving note*
Or several lovely pictures of GREY squirrels. Enjoy. ^_^
xXx
  January 23 An Ode To Cold PizzaOr not. But here is a slice of cold pizza. Mmm-mm-mm!
Right, so. This was my day.
It began early, with me waking up to the lovely sound of my mobile. I smacked it, and decided on what to do. Get up now? I stuck a foot out, experimentally. I screamed and pulled my foot back in. By this point, I am actually rolling myself up in the cover. Yes, I'm warm... But I need to get up. So I do. I run, mega-fast, to the shower. Fookin' mornings. Shower, get dressed in about 348234 layers, find shoes under all of PHOEBE'S CRAP. Yes, I am talking to you. It's not even a neat pile. It's just a blob, eating the carpet. I think out carpet's green. Well, it was once. Now it's powdery, blu-tacky (my fault, whatever), socky and downright nasty. Mind you, it's probably better than green. Ok, so where was I? Oh yes, shoes. So, I got the shoes on, and walked downstairs. Where it was -432432 degrees. I put my coat and hat on. I packed my bag. I finally found my PE kit. I brushed my teeth. I swore, because I needed breakfast. Sod breakfast, I thought. So I settled for a glass of orange juice. Now how does that possibly make sense? Orange juice is the WORST possible thing to have when you have just brushed your teeth. Haha, teeth is such a funny word. I don't even know why. Tooth isn't. Teeth is. So is meerkat. Haha! Excellent words. What a beautiful language! So, nasty minty-orange-acid-taste in my mouth, and I'm thinking about not going to school. I feel ill, it's Monday and allegedly the Most Depressing Day Of The Year *fanfare*. Also there was Saturday. Yes, Saturday. I'd actually rather not elaborate. So I was thinking "Ok feet, let's NOT go to school". But they were having none of it. And, before I knew it, I was running for the bus (late again). Damn you feet! What do you want from me? I'll give you a pedicure, a massage, anything! Just please do as I say occasionally! Like dance. Damn it feet, you can't waltz to save your life. Or mine. And don't even get me STARTED on your polka. The legs are forced to do all the work. Poor legs. And then was the bus ride. Uneventful. I remember being VERY pissed off, and Matt picking the wrong day to try and steal my hat. I just growled and he backed off. I must remember that.
Then I went to the Science block... It was like someone had died. Only they weren't mourning the dead, they were mourning the victims of the death. Who weren't the actual dead person. Yes, I'm rambling, just go with it. Of course, I am talking about the whole depression thing that EVERYONE had going on. Even, perhaps especially, me. No, actually, I think Mikey was the worst hit. He was totally... Just... Aw. Then we all trooped off to form. It wasn't that legendy today. Maybe it was, and I just didn't notice. Too caught up in my own, stupid, depressing world to care that Chris was probably getting raped again, to notice that Alice was being spectaularily blonde again, to notice that people really do care. At least I think they do. I hope they do. Oh shit, paranoia. I'll shush now. Well, let's just say they do, because I was down, and they were all trying to make me laugh. Yay. It worked, too. Thank you J! Alice! Chris! Katy! Jo! Claire! You all rock!
First lesson was... German. Woo for that! But, unfortunately, I was still depressed. And Loz wasn't even there to make me laugh with all her Germanisms. Waa. And I can't really remember anything from that lesson.
Second lesson - Biology. Lots of acting out osmosis... Erm, my script was ok, and we did ok with the acting, but I dunno. It was lacking something.
Breaktime. Was fucking freezing. Stood around shivering and talking. Walked around, shivering, and then everyone (ie. Jo and Lizzie) left me while I went to get a muffin, and yet, when I went into French, they expected me to share! I did, but I'm nice. I am, now shush.
French.. Was French. But Lizzie was depressed, so it wasn't very good French. *sad face*.. Geez, this really isn't a very good blog, is it? I've lost the knack! Did I ever have the knack? Yes, yes I did. Shut up, I did. But I lost it. I'll try and find it before tommorow's blog, I promise. Speaking of blogs. Spuuce? Any ideas? It can't be Phoebe, because I've been on the computer all evening. And the 15 remark? And ALL of it? I'm stumped. Ah well, randomer-than-the-average-randomer, you've won. I have no idea who you are. But I also don't care. Moving on.
PE. Sucked. We ran round and round for twelve minutes, and then ran back and forth for one minute. I don't understand. More fitness tests, but pointless, stupid and painful. As I suppose I've got used to fitness tests being.
Lunch. Hung around, chilled - literally, haha - with Lizzie, Kat, Jess, Mikey, Ant and Ant. And Dazza. Funness and whoopehs all round! 'Twas rather fun. Even though my hands were so so so so cold. But, people are kind and allowed me to borrow their pockets and faces. Cheers, dudes and dudettes! But Dazza lost. Big time. He can't ALWAYS win! It's not fair! So, he lost. Errrrmmm... That was it for lunch. Except for seeing Bucktrout (Her real name! A-hah! A-hah!) about the poetry thing that I will NOT be going to. Phishbo to that.
RE. Was lame. We went to the "Resource Centre" (The fucking library, you twats!) and researched some more about "Evangelicalism" and "The Other One Of Which I Can Never Remember The Name". I was just thinking how I could possibly use the wires in a new way to kill someone - preferably myself - and make it look like a total accident. I failed, dismally.
Spanish. Can't remember ANY of it. Except Tika asking me for some of my "Taste For Football Juice" ie Pepsi. A-hah.
Came home. Slept. Woke up. Tidyed a bit. Ate dinner. Chatted on Messenger. Read Laila's new and fabulous blogs (YAY). Commented. Wrote this blog. Got too tired to actually type any more.
And that was my day.
Bed time now. January 22 A Weekend In The Life...This should have been published about a week ago... This is about LAST weekend.
I shall blog about Grafham Water.
Because it rocked like a rocking thing.
And sucked like a sucking thing.
A weekend of highs and lows. Thrilling, caffeine-fuelled highs! Depressing, also-caffeine-fuelled lows!
A weekend of singing cooks, dancing teachers, long, loud laughs and romance. Well, possibly. Not for me, or anyone else that I know of. But there could have been romance somewhere. Meh, moving on.
The weekend began with Friday afternoon. Lunch time! We all got changed into our groove togs, and made for the buses with our ickle cases. Well, mine was huge. But everyone else's was ickle. And we got on the bus. Which was ok. Then we sat down, also ok. Unfortunately, I was next to JO. And behind GAVIN and ALICE. And in front of ANT and MIKEY. And opposite ALAN and JIMMY and MAILI and LOZ. It was a NIGHTMARE. *grins* damn, it was so fun. We just sat and sang. We sang... Oh, I can't remember. All I remember is doing the conga up and down the corridor singing "Who Do You Think You Are?" by Spice Girls. So I guess we sang that. Oh, we DID. And Jimmy was singing the loudest! Haha. Yes, the bus journey was cool.
Then we got off the bus, picked up our ickle cases (yes, yes, see above) and went inside the building. We dumped our bags, had a talk about behaviour etc. which included BISCUITS and then we picked up our bags, lugged them upstairs and sang a lot. Then we sang some more, but "Hello Dolly" songs, not funky 90s pop. Schade.
There was dancing, more singing, crap food... More singing and dancing. Some poeple got fitted, we snuck into the boys' dorm and talked until we got caught. Then we went to bed. And Jo was hyper. So we hit her, and yelled at her. To no avail. She was TICKLING me! With my own HAIRBRUSH! Argh. I was dying. Seriously. Okay, so maybe not THAT seriously. But I was in PAIN. Anyway, moving on.
The next moring, I woke up pretty late. Couldn't have a shower, as ALL THE HOT WATER HAD GONE. Hmm. So, unwashed and rumpled, I went down to breakfast. Which was crap. But quite possibly the best meal there. T'cuh. Oooh, but LOTS of coffee. FIVE AND A HALF CUPS. Oh yes. Did mean I felt sick and jittery, but ah well. Erm.. More singing and dancing. Lunch. A walk. Oooh, with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Yeah, damn straight. And Creme Eggs. Al-fucking-ready. Geeeez... Then we had a a frank talk about penises. For some reason. Then was more singing, dancing, and acting like a loon. Depression, for some reason and then a Talent Show. Woo, funness. Ant, Jimmy and I just sat there going "Yeah! Go Gavin! Woo! Gavin! Go Gav!" for some reason. And Tickner got creamed, literally. And The Jackson Mathod Trio played "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone! OR Muse... But whatever. It was good. And then we went to bed, and watched Moulin Rouge. Yay. I LOVE that movie.
Next day! ONE cup of coffee, serenading Alice and yet more singing and dancing. We then did a complete runthrough of the play, after lunch. And then we got picked up by our dearest parents. And that's it.
Done! Wooness. Oooh, unlesss there's anything of interest I missed out? Meh... Whatever. PartypartypartyA party.
A party with about 15 teenagers.
A party with about 15 teenagers and very loud rock music.
A party with about 15 teenagers, very loud rock music and alcohol.
You can almost TASTE the tension, non?
Yeah, I thought as much.
Yay, it was Mikey's party. With food, drink and dancing. People were pissed even before we got there. Well, nearly. But oh... Excuse me while I go off on a *slightly* linked tangent here. Feel free to not read.
Oh Jimmy... Why? Why?? You KNEW! You KNOW what an idiot - albeit a completely loveable one, haha - you are when you're drunk... You promised Mikey you wouldn't... But you still did. You nearly killed me and loads of others, several times; you kissed guys; you even kissed ME... Whoops. Spilling out all your most intimate secrets all over the web. Well no. On this blog. Which about four people read. Three of which know anyway. But meh. It was fun, you know. Singing... Not too well; dancing... Not too well. But then you go and spoil it all by doing something stupid like breaking your wrist... Ok, so it doesn't really go with the tune. But whatever. I feel so bad though... There was so much I could have done or said to make you feel better... But I didn't, did I? No. Because I'm an idiot. Possily more of an idiot than you... Actually, nah, I'm really not... So let's back to addressing the masses, rather than just you. Cause chances are, you won't even read this. Which means that I can tell you right here how much I HATE you right now. I'm not going to though, because I would just regret it. And I don't hate you, you know I don't. I told you today, but you won't remember. You won't remember any of it, I bet.
Off the tangent now. So, it was in fact, a kick-ass party. I drank a minimal amount, and did NOT get drunk, I was just high on my own little supply of party-drug. Wahey! Ok, it's not a real drug. But at parties now, I just go mental. Which is ALWAYS fun... *heavy sarcasm*. It is actually possible I wasn't drunk at Rachel's party. I reckon the alcohol did help though. Which means everyone was right. Ah well, at least I know I'm not such a lightweight now. Which is good, I guess. I had many in-depth conversations with people I had possibly talked to once or twice to in my lifetime. Like Wooley. Or Ant. Who JJ thinks I'm going out with... Erm yeah. No, I'm not, just to straighten the record. And of course I chatted with Alice, Tim, and Kat and Jess. But for some reason, I did not talk that much with Jo, Lizzie, Mikey or Molly, who I know the most. Except Jimmy... But he doesn't count. He left early. Ohh, I hope he's ok. It would suck if he couldn't play his gig. Which i guess he can't. So it sucks. Aww, but his poor band.
Yuck, I have some sort of crap in my hair. I think it's Lizzie's fault... Or possibly Mike's. This is a different Mike, obviously.
I can't really think of anything else to talk about now. Except, Mike, you suck. Dragging me through cake is NOT my idea of fun. And tickling my feet. I fucking HATE that. Yes, I was laughing... But you were tickling me! Erm, and James, I hope you get better soon. Keep that little arm moving. And Lizzie... I hope you get your chance, and take it, very soon. Same for me... But yes. That is finally it.
Blog over.
Go home.
You're still reading. You shouldn't be. December 20 A proper blog. Just for Alex. Obviously.As you may have gathered from the title, I have been forced to blog yet again. Hmm, he's offline now anyway. Ah well. C'est la vie. *hums "C'est La Vie"*
Oh, good heavens! Christmas is coming, but the whole excited-7-year-old thing I had going on has left me. I'm now more like a cynical teenager who stopped believing in Santa, like, DECADES ago. Duuuh!
Ah well. Christmas! That means carolers, ancient pop music (wahey!), too much Christmas dinner, lots of presents, way too many relatives and of course, tinsel. Yay. Dan, you're just a Grinch. How can you NOT like tinsel? It's NOT tacky, if you get the right stuff. And it's so so so sparkly and pretty and useful!
I think I shall write about yesterday night (yesternight?). Carol concert = the most happenin' place to be last night.
So then. Last day of school today! Woopwoopwoopwoopwoop! FREEDOM! Or - in my case - boredom. Lesson 1: RfriggingE. SUCKED. We watched a bit of "The Santa Clause". Meh, but she had to be FORCED. She's such a grouch. Growl. Lesson 2: English. Miss Bye! What more can I say? She's annoying, but a pushover, so Sarah and I took this lesson as an excuse to release our comedic potential. We wrote the most owningest piece of whatever EVER! But when Dr. Back returns, which she undoubtably will, I really don't know what she will think. Especially seeing as my pen ran out and I had to use a BIRO. Which is like, against the 11th commandment or something. Argh. Ah well, it's the quality of the piece, not the pen, right? Right?? Break: Spent going to get a chocolate, not bothering with said chocolate and going to the loos with Jo. Lesson 3: Maths. Sucked. Finished test paper, and then did a Maths puzzle. Which I won! With little to no help from Al! Well, I kid. Alice was really helpful. So we won a chocolate orange. Which is always fun. So we started to eat that. And then the lesson ended. Lesson 4: Physics. Watched car crashes on telly. Also, we did this pointless thing... Basically the whole class had to go to various Science teachers' classrooms, asking them pointless questions and getting equally pointless answers. Fun. For no apparent reason. Well, it's not like Mr. Barham doesn't have the odd screw or two (or twenty-six) loose in his head. Lunch: Shorter than usual. So went around saying goodbye to everyone. Aw, actually, just saying it now makes me hurt. I'm going to miss you crazy lot. Even though it's only two weeks, I won't see you until next year! Unless anyone fancies doing anything tommorow? Nope? Aw, dammit, I'm so unpopular. So, see you next year then! Lesson 5: Assembly. Woo. *heavy sarcasm* Lizzie, Mikey, Molly and I just sat there laughing at everyone and doing the occasional meerkat impression. Goes without saying that the whole assembly was riveting, obviously. Goodness. Like hell it was. To sum it up: rambling by Dr. Lunn; singing by the choir; sport-related rambling by Mr Carmichael; more singing; farewells to various members of staff. There you are.
And that was it!! School, over! Until 2006!
Unless, like me, you have 349845 pieces of coursework to do. Well, two, anyway. Eesh. December 08 LOOK! Lyk, omg, a prpr blog lol.Most dreadfully sorry about the title, my little darlings of the web. I am, what they call in certain circles, bored. So I forced myself to blog (I know, most unusual). And this is the result. I bet you're almost pissing yourselves with excitment. You really can't wait, can you? You so bad want to read the blog that I have written. You are wriggling in your chair in anticipation. Or whatever. So I suppose I'd better start typing.
Argh, if I were any more bored, I would actually drop dead. But luckily, I don't think I will be. Ooh, I hope not. Dropping dead, although it has many plus points, would be rather annoying. And most inconvenient.
Well, that's that topic over and done with. Let's talk about my day.
To begin with, I had that wunderbar subject commonly known as Maths. Someone, please kill me. I try so hard to shoot myself with my finger pistol every lesson. But I always come without ammnunition. T'cuh, I mean, honestly. Typical me. I would buy some, but for some reason no shops stock finger pistol bullets. (Aw, I'm so sad. When I just wrote "bullets", I starting singing "You don't need this disease, you don't you don't need this disease..." Oh, I'm obsessive.). Anyway, so while I'm planning an orignal way of commting suicide using only my tie, fingers, and the table legs, Mr Lewis is rambling on ecstatically about his favourite topic, Maths, the way he does. And is it just me, or does he touch his head a little too much whilst speaking? Every other word, his hands leap up to join his (rapidly receding) hairline. I mean, he almost beats himself up every lesson. Weirdo.
Then was RE. Sucked. End of talk.
So then was break, which, as ever, involved me and Lizzie shouting "MUFFIN!" a lot, and singing Foamy's little money/muffin song. Aah, fun. And of course it involved me buying us both muffins. Cause Lizzie didn't have money. AGAIN. Nah, you know I love buying you food. It gives me a chance to flash my cash. Aw, so I bought us muffins and we went to sit down, but all the boys had sat in odd places so we were all split up. When I say all, I mean me, Lizzie and Jo. So I sat in between Ant and Charlie. Erm, yeah and listened to Jimmy and Ant's conversation. Jimmy got ripped off... Hm, gutted. And that was break!
Then was Biology. Aw, shoot me again. I HATE MRS. WOODFORD AND HER STUPID STUPID... erm... STUPIDNESS. Also I hate Biology. Aw, I used to love it, but if I wanted to learn about what exercise does to the body, I would have taken P.E. for GCSE, godamnit! (Aw, sadness strikes back: "Oh God, Godamnit..."). We looked at our test marks today. Oooh, be still, my beating heart. As you can probably tell, it was amazing fun. Argh. I'll actually not talk about it.
Oh wow, then GERMAN. I swear, I am actually in love with this language. It rules all others, blatantly, and it is my life aim to be fluent in it. Aww, wow, and we had Herr Andrews. Haha, I love him. Erm, yes. Moving on then. I handed in my coursework, which had about 3509985 mistakes, but am I bovvered though?
Then was lunch. Erm, 'twas tres dull. Meh, so I livened it up by acting like a loon. Ah, all good.
Then French, which, as you all know, I love and adore. Yay. So all good there, too.
Done and done. November 16 Le exciting life de moi.Right, haven't blogged for a week, but that doesn't mean anything much exciting has happened.
So anyway... Hmm. I last blogged Wednesday. Nothing happened on Thursday. Ditto Friday. But then, Saturday! I - along with Al, Lizzie and Lucy - went to Cambridge. I bought alomost zilich, due to only taking £15. Pah. What I did buy were:
I think that's it. Anyway, after shopping, as fun as it was, was when the REAL party started. We went back to Al's place to get changed and tarted up - fun! - ad then we went to Francis' house to give him a present and card, which, for some reason, I signed too. But anyway, we talked for ages about stuff (me, Al, Lizzie, Lu and Alex, as well as Francis, Chris (sad and annoying! Haha!), Ben and Michael) and then the guys went on to some firework thing, while the girls (that's me!) went to the Maltings. Woo, fun! We were standing out there in the cold, waiting to be let in. 'Twasn't fun at all. But it was quite funny seeing eveyone else freezing their bucasses off as well. Muahahaha.
Right, so then we were finally allowed in. We all queued up (funfunfun), and saw people. We saw Alice's drunk friend Sarah, who had her alcohol taken off her and was looking for her boyfriend (who was apperantly pissed as well, so probably wouldn't respond when you called him). THEN we went in. No hitches or anything, which was good (considering Lizzie's ticket "may have been a fake", haha). Cue about an hour of just standing around, watching people coming in. My God, people wear some cool crap. I mean, dudey stuff as well as just plain scary stuff - *ahem* Phillippa. I did that "bobbing around cause I'm too lazy to actually dance" dance for a while. Then the first band came on - Blindsite Theory. Ahem, well, they were good, if you like that sort of thing. Which I don't. Screaming, heavyness, oh, the heavyness. My head was about to explode, I swear.
Meh, then the next band came on, and they were better, but only just. The youngest one was probably about 40. That's not the reason I thought they were crap though. In fact, I didn't think they were crap! I mean, I could dance to some of their stuff, which was cool. I mean, we - "we" being me, Lizzie, Isaac and Rob, were doing some pretty grooveh 80s disco dance moves. The whole caboodle! Big fish, little fish, cardboard box; "let's go down to the disco"; the one where you make the "v" sign sideways with your hand and sweep it across your face; the "glub-glub" move... Ah, memories.
But then, THEN, was the main attraction. The big shots, the headlining act! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am of course referring to Ether State. Wow. And I mean, wow. I'm not just saying that because I know the drummer, either. They are actually proper good. They're up there with Bloc Party and Arctic Monkeys for brilliance, almost. Really.
Right, so that was Saturday. Sunday mainly consisted of recovering, reflecting and washing the smell of smoke and weed from my hair. Then came Monday. Ah, blessed Monday, back to school, back to work... Argh. Especially as I was feeling shit. Actually proper shit. Really, I was feeling almost dead. So I took Tuesday (and today) off. And that's an update. Updated and done.
Catch ya!
September 24 "But on Friday, I'm in love"This is the blog about Friday. Yay! I love Fridays.
So Friday was ok, lesson-wise. I had German, with that sub who's always hanging around. You know the one, curly black hair... really, REALLY short...? Anyway, we had her. She doesn't know her German.
Then was Blodge. Erlack!
Break was after that, and I actually ate something. A Cornish pasty. It was lovely, wasn't it, Lizzie?
We had Latin next and we had a test. Erlack. I don't like Latin tests. But we were allowed to use various resources including the dictionary, so it wasn't that bad.
Then Alice and I ran to Food, because we were cooking a cake. We really didn't need to run though. Grr, Alice. Anyway, we all cooked a gorgeous cake, and Miss Choto said mine was worth an A**, but she only gave me an A*. Bleauh to her. But my cake was fabulous, even though the cream melted when I put it in. There wasn't enough time to let the cake cool for too long, so the cream went in when the cake was still warm.
Lunch was pretty dull. But we had a meeting, for SOUTH AFRICA! Sorry, but I'm really excited! Today we picked up our info packs and decided what we wanted on our T-shirts. you see, on this trip we're getting T-shirts so we can easily be identified. We get our squad number (Mine is 30) and the name of our choice on the shirt. I, ironically, decided to put on mine: "Miss World 2005".
Lastistly I had R.E. Oh, how I WISH I hadn't decided to take it. It's REALLY boring. Even though we did a Trisha type-thing today.
But I love Friday nights! So much decent T.V.! Even though Scrubs broke my heart again.
And I'm sorry Daniel. I happen to like languages. You can take Latin for me if you want. And anyway, you said you hate French. Although I don't why I'm saying this, as you said you were off to kill yourself (again). September 22 FOUR blogs for the price of one!Yeah, MSN lost the first few fricking blogs, so this is the whole week's blogs! You should be thankful, you lucky, lucky people. Even though I REALLY could not be arsed to to today's blog. Nothing happened really, so you won't have missed much.
*YAWNS* (That's the title of the day before yesterday's blog, I'm not that bored)
Monday
So then, today was fun. We had Chemistry first. Ach. I mean, it was mega-fun and super educational, kids! (I have to cut down on my sarcasm! But I just can't. I suppose I'm a teenager. It's like a gene or something). Better than anything. We got to blow up things and erm, set people on fire. Hm, I wish. We actually talked about alkali metals and their reactivity and... Sorry, fell asleep for a second there. The only slightly amusing thing in the whole hour was when we put potassium in water. It fizzed, went "pop" and then sent a shower of sparks all over Jo. Ha-ha.
Then was the lesson I like to call French, because that's exactly what it was. Lizzie and I learnt our tenses with great concentration ie. we talked about our fantastically fantastic love lives (Yes, more sarcasm. I'm sorry. REALLY sorry, haha.). So anyway, Lizzie's love life is being wrecked by her (possibly gay) brother; mine is being wrecked by... well, someone. Me mainly. But moving on. (I just can't be bothered to write about the rest of French).
Then we had break. Can't remember anything.
Then was Maths. The less said about that particular subject the better.
Then we had English. THAT was fun. Dr. Back is quite possibly the most intriguing character I have ever met. She just does not have any understanding of the modern world. She calls boys by their surname. She refuses to let anyone in her classroom say "er", "yeah", "um", or the dreaded "like". She doesn't, like, accept that we, erm... oh yeah, that we, like, have to speak like, um, this. It's the way we've always spoken. Anyway, this complete HATE of slang has caused her to take an instant dislike to certain members of our class. Poor, poor Tom. Another one of her peeves is the letter "haych". "It's not 'HAYCH!", she will shriek. "It is and always has been 'AYCH' ". You can see why we love her so much. But, she's eccentric, what do you expect?
Anyway, back to my school day. I'll write more on Dr. Back some other time. I bet you can hardly contain yourselves... So, in this lesson we had to write the prelude to a crisis. (Mine was crap, but she seems to think I, along with Pat and Alice L, are literary geniuses. I really don't know how she worked that one out. I am craaaap. And Pat generally has no idea what is going on. He just looks so shocked whenever DB says his name and... I'm going to close these brackets now). Hm, and that was English. Fun, in a bizarre way.
Then was lunch, with no lunching.
Then was the joy of my life I call R.E. Dammit, it's too hot to actually DO anything. Luckily it was just dictation lesson, no brain work involved.
Funfunfun all round.
BUT! Then we had Spanish! Hooray! It is sooooo cool. It rocks. I love it. I actually am in love with it. It's easy to pick up and is AMAZING! Once you know how to pronounce the alphabet, it's so easy! You can say ANYTHING in Spanish. You may not know what it means, but you can SOUND Spanish, which makes you unofficially Spanish... sort of. But anyway. In my first lesson (last Monday) I could say many different greetings, and I had met my second favourite Spanish word so far: Fatal! (say: fat-AL). It means "crap", or "rubbish" when someone asks you how you are. It's fun.
In my second lesson I learnt how to tell the time, say all the numbers and talk about clothes and colours (I should do lessons on Wednesday as well as Mondays, but I have to finish my ICT course, so I can't do Spanish and I have to catch up (I wish I could just stop ICT, but I've only got a year left, out of two years)). I also met my favourite Spanish word so far: "una bufanda" (say: bu-FAN-da). It rules! It means scarf. But that's pretty cool.
"On Monday, I am waiting, by Tuesday, I am fading..."
Yup, this is Tuesday's blog. Erm... This will be a condensed version of my day... Because I can't remember most of it.
Wednesday.
I REALLY CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO WROTE ABOUT WEDNESDAY. I had Food, Maths, Englsih, Latin and P.E. And then ICT, which was boring to the extrreme. I just gave up and went to buy sugary snacks and talk. Well, listen. I have become used to not talking when Alex is near me and/or talking to Lauren. Actually, I have decided it's probably best for me to not talk ever. To anyone.
Thursday (Today!)
Ok, so maybe I am bothered. But only to talk about German, French and Drama. German: GERMAN. It was German, so by itself it ruled and deserves a mention. French: A language. But GRAMMAR, so was unusally boring. Hang on, no, it wasn't. WE did some other stuff too! Our huge class of fourteen went to get our textbooks logged on to the... thingy. Whatever. On to our names or something. I don't know! But anyway, then Molly said she felt ill, and we went to get a drink of water. And the people who make the food were nice! They are normally right bitches (to me, anyway), but we had to go to them because the fountains had no cups and no water. Helpful. So we went to them, and we talked and we got water! It was gooood, as we were all (Three of us at this point: Me, Molly and Jo) thirsty. So. Not much French-related stuff in my lesson, but there you are. Drama: Quite possibly the most rockingest rocking lesson EVER! Hah, and our second GCSE lesson. We did warm up, which was, as ever, really cool. We were working on tone, I think. So then, I was a customer who wished to return a faulty item, but they can't. We made our own up, and I was a nervous old lady who wanted to return a book with half the pages missing. Lauren, who I was working with, was a teenage, apathetic cashier. I got all upset because she wouldn't take the book, as I had left the receipt somewhere. And then I left. I was a really pathetic old woman. And she was evil. Everyone else's were really funny. Especially Mikey's. He was trying to return a bomb that he "didn't need anymore" , and he got REALLY angry with poor JackO.
AND that's your lot! Thank god. I thought it would never end. And I bet you did too. Well done if you made it this far by reading all the way through. Bye! Regular blogs commence tommorow, I hope. September 16 A Yellis test and other joys in my lifeHi guys and guyettes. How's stuff? Why should I bother asking? This is MY blog, so it should be about ME.
So, MY day consisted of many things. First up, Science. (Well, not literally first, but waking up etc is never interesting) Science, and oh my god Ms Payne asked us all a question on atoms before we were allowed into the classroom. I got mine right (What is the particle in an atom that is negatively charged?), but some people kept going round and round and round *coughsJackcoughs*. Ms Payne is as eccentric as, I tells you. She speaks like a... a... well, I have no idea what she speaks like, but her punishments are legendary. They are demeaning and incredibly humilating, but they sound better than lines and detentions. I'd rather sing the periodic table, or dance round the science block backwards than write "I will not forget my book" fifty million times. Haha, but I just hope I get to see someone else do the punishment before I have to do any. Mr Urquart-Barham is trying to do the same sort of thing, but he is, as Dan keeps on saying, "lame", so it doesn't work. But we'll get onto that later. So erm, anyway, Chemistry. And I had forgotten my book. But I cleverly hid my notes in the middle of my Physics book, so no-one would notice. And it worked! Woo, go me. We were doing "Safety", as it was our second lesson. So we got all these demonstrations, which were quite cool, but of course, they had to have a POINT. So we watched the sugar bubble, turn black, swell and then stink of a liquoricy/muscovado sugar thingy. Nice, anyway. And we watched meths burn, and saw what happens when you mix one thingmyhyde to a whatserol. It catches fire, apperently. But then we had to write the NOTES. Ach. So glad I didn't take Triple Science. Gutted Dan and Tom! But not really, as they say how great it is. Fuck that.
Moving on then, next we should have had English, but we had to do this Yellis test thingy to tell us what our GCSE results should be like. Like I WANT to know. Argh...! But we missed getting humilated and spat on by Dr. Back, so I guess that makes up for it. So we had to fill out this thing with definitions (which, by the way, I caned at), and maths problems (ARRRRGGHH!!!) and some patterns, and then we had to fill out this really nosey part, about what we want to do after school, and WHAT OUR PARENTS DO/DID. What the fuuuuck???? What the hell does that count for? So anyway, I, along with half the year (the other half did it during first lesson), did this test. It was funfunfun, as you might have guessed.
Then we had break, during which I skanked as much food as I could off my sister (half a bagel and quarter of a cereal bar) because I did not bring any food, and the line to actually GET food was too long for me to actually be arsed with. So I got food off my most lovelyest sister(!), and then panicked. I had forgotten to bring my ingredients for cooking today! Craaaaap. It's lucky I have Miss Choto, cause she's a doss. If I had Lunn... Ooh, it hardly bears thinking about. so I had to help Fay and Sarah with their cooking. It was okay, but I am not your fucking slave Sarah!! She treated me (and everyone else) like a piece of gum/crap on her shoe. Grrr... And even then I wasn't allowed to try the frigging cake they were making!
And then, after Food, we had French! Get in! I seriously love Mlle Jones! She's the BEST TEACHER EVER! Even though she wouldn't tell us the words to "Aloueter" or however you spell it. The French song about the lark. Apparently it meets a nasty end, gets plucked and stuffed or something. But we'll probably never know now. Grrr... But apart from her refusal to increase our French vocabulary through the medium of song, she is the best. EVER. There are only fourteen of us in the great class of 10A and she cannot control a single person. Oh, except those who want to be. Which is NOT me, Molly, Lizzie, Tracy, Lisa and Josh (the only guy taking French. Although I wouldn't call him a guy, really). And sometimes Jo, when she isn't being weird... so that's less than half of us. But mainly Lizzie, who does not know when to stop... Haha. I don't think Jonsey realises that none of us do homework. Oh, we are so going to fail French. Well, we're having fun now, and that's all that matters, right? Right??
Then was the period of my day most people call "lunch" although for me it didn't involve any eating. For me, it involved putting my collar up and being a pimp. Ok, not normal, you might say. But me, Lizzie and Molly were being pimpish in French, so me and Lizzie decided to go into the pimp business. I managed to hire fifteen hos, and Lizzie got twenty. It was at the point when we realised we couldn't actually sell the hos (sorry to be so impersonal Jack, Jack, Kat, Molly and whoever else may have been my ho), me and Lizzie gave it up. But Chris is still my ho. No matter what happens! Haha! So after this, I went to form with the rest of my form buddies. It gets so boring...
But anyway, then we had Science. Again. With Urquart-Barham. PHYSICS. Fuckfuckfuck. I hate Science. I hate Barham. And I HATE Physics. Together is fucking AWFUL! Anyways, we went into the classroom and I was told off for a) My tie was too low and not up to the top button b) My top button was undone and c) I was wearing a necklace. So SUE me. Get a life, you fucking miserable man! THEN we all had to think of a word from the previous lesson on sound. ALL of us. And those who couldn't had to run around the classroom (see what I mean? "lame"). Luckily, I was one of the first people. I said "sound". Haha! Hmm... then what did we do? Oh yeah, we read a page in a book about ultrasound. The fun just doesn't stop, does it?
So then, after THAT lesson, I went to catch the bus. Another of my least favourite parts of the day. My bus sucks. Seriously, if it weren't for Tika and Leah, I would have ripped some people's heads off by now.
Aahh, the best days of my life... I can't fucking wait to see what the rest is like. |
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