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I am a Half-Geek

2011-03-28T10:10:00.000-07:00

I have decided that it is pointless pretending I'm not. That's not to say I am a whole one either, not through the supposed lack of street cred being a geek lands you with, but because I don't understand the technical stuff.
I love computer games like World of Warcraft and the Sims (in case you're wondering, I have both 2 and 3, but I prefer the second edition for its speed), I understand geek humour and I collect the occasional graphic novel. I sort of know what a QR code is, and I'm passable at Gimp.
On the other hand, I don't have any idea how to handle the technical stuff. Gigabytes, Terrabytes, whatever they're called - when people ask me how many megapixels the camera on my phone has, I just stop listening automatically. I'm only vaguely aware of what jailbreaking is, I don't speak binary and I know barely anything about computers. Before you say anything, I'm quite happy not knowing those things, so don't try to explain them.
The most technical I've ever been was when I changed the keyboard shortcut to my HP helpdesk so I could get my cheat window on Sims 2 to work properly (although I must admit I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, even if I did have the instructions up in a separate window and it took me three weeks).

Even so, I'm perfectly fine with my geek side. I prefer being acknowledged as part of a collective where knowledge and how stupid you can make a cat look are power, as opposed to how many shades of grey your trackie bottoms come in and how many essentially identical R'n'B songs about the guy-who-loves-his-girlfriend-more-than-anything-and-has-done-all-his-life-but-he-cheated-on-her-and-she-cheated-on-him-and-it's-so-unfair-that-she-did-that-and-how-blind-is-she-to-ignore-how-lovely-her-cheating-boyfriend-is-and-even-though-he-loves-her-for-who-she-is-she-just-happens-to-be-a-supermodel-with-a-severe-lack-of-proper-clothing. When it comes down to it, it's geeks who will rule the world, and even though I'm half not-geek, I am also half geek. I have geek-itude.

Anonymous Hackers

2011-02-22T04:55:00.000-08:00

I only heard about them recently - actually my Dad told me about them, because he was talking about how some security company or somesuch criticized them, and Anonymous took their website offline and put all the company's details in the public domain. I was just reading about them on Wikipedia (I know it's not entirely accurate, you can tell when they've made typos), and they sound pretty cool. I love that they've said "They decided to just rape his servers" and at some point in the Wikipedia article, someone said 'we did it for the lulz' (I think you'll find it's teh lulz. Jeez, learn to spell, Wikipedia people!). If I didn't probably have to show some proficiency and enthusiasm for maths, along with a longer concentration span than I have on a good day and the ability to hack into anything (it took me a week to fix my own Sims 2 cheat window when I had internet instructions up at the time, although it was a high point for my personal computer prowess) then I'd be a lot more interested in Anonymous stuff. As it is, if it doesn't have brightly coloured pictures and funny slogans, I'm not interested.

Freaky Things You Find in the Bottom of Your Enormous Notepad Box.

2011-02-01T11:28:00.000-08:00

What do you mean you don't have an enormous notepad box? Everyone needs one - where else are you supposed to put your collection?
Anyway, I was clearing stuff out of mine, and I thought I'd show you some of the interesting stuff I found.

this was a picture I drew while on a train in Japan. It's Lord and Lady Froggleton, and yes, the heat did get to me. This is what happens when you can only drink Calpis and Pocari Sweat.

I went to a Summer school thing a few years ago - I think it was Summer 2006. Anyway, we did a production of Wicked and I was Ruby. It was that long ago that I can't remember the plot, but I did have lines - I know that much.

This is a loyalty card. When I was in Japan, me and my mum went to a maid cafe (you might want to look this up - basically the waitresses are dressed as maids and treat you like the lord/lady) and I got this. Cool, ne?

My school's Summer art camp '09. We had to create a little art booklet about our favourite song, and my favourite song at the time was Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk. There's other stuff in the booklet, but this and the front cover (which I didn't scan in because I got bored) are the only good bits really. Pencil drawings I can do, but give me a paintbrush and it looks like what would happen if you gave a toddler LSD. And not in a cool, abstract Impressionist way.

This is a magazine. For those who can't read Japanese too well, the magazine is called SALA Po Ke. There was another one called Doki Poke (the Japanese would pronounce it as po-ke, like pocket without the 't' because it's a pocket thing. Like Pokemon is Pocket - monsters). Essentially, what you're seeing here is a Japanese male escort. They don't do the dirty with you, you just pay a load of money for a guy who looks like this to sit with you all evening in a bar and treat you like a princess - basically a male escort. You'll have a good idea if you've been watching the Justin Lee Collins: Turning Japanese programme.

This is an advertisement from inside SALA Po Ke. It might be advertising the man, or maybe his clothes. Probably the man, I think, because the book is full of these guys and I picked it up from a stand in the middle of Kabuki-cho, Japan's most infamous red light district. No, we didn't know it was like that until we got there and I spotted all the escorts wandering round and had the joy of explaining what they were to my mum.

A photo of me and one of the meido (maids) at the maid cafe we went to. The writing in the heart over my head says 'moe' (moh - eh) which means cute (like if you saw a little toddler you'd say, "MOEEE!!"). I wasn't already wearing the cat ears, and that's my braces, not missing teeth in the dark areas where I'm grinning.

So yeah, some interesting stuff I found in my notepad box.

Waiting for You

2011-01-18T12:12:00.000-08:00

Here's a piece I did using my graphics tablet thingy. I was seeing how advanced I could get with it (yeah, I only used pencil and paint, but still).
It's more difficult using the tablet pen, so the proportions are a little off what they would be, had I drawn it on real paper, but I'm still quite pleased with it, simply because it took more than ten minutes and I actually finished it.
It's called 'Waiting for You'. I don't know if it's actually you she's waiting for, but it could be.

I signed it too :D

2010-12-01T11:58:00.000-08:00

Jeg elsker dig

2010-11-20T04:01:00.000-08:00

I am showing a picture I created using Gimp and Google translate. I was gonna fill up the whole page, but I think it looks good this way too (I ran out of foreign languages that I could type with my keyboard, because it refused to let me copy and paste all the characters of the Thai phrase)

Oh God No....

2010-09-06T08:42:00.000-07:00

Hello.... I'm still alive... I thought I might as well let you know I haven't been shot dead by the Mafia yet.

Today was my first day back at school. I'm a Year 10! I don't feel like one though. I'm not used to it.

When I got into school this morning, there was a sign on my form room door saying 'teachers with 2-5 years experience'. Come on, we're only bad if the teachers are nasty to us! We're not that difficult. Mind you, we've got a new person in our form and he is a bit difficult sometimes. He's all right with me though, as far as I can remember.

Alix was talking about the Muse concert from the other day - which I could have seen but I was in France! Dang it! Apparently they did the flashing lights and stuff just like Glastonbury and Fuji Rock festival, and Matt Bellamy wore his shiny red suit and the drummer dressed up as a space-age telly tubby again. He was wearing a sort of Vince Noir-esque disco-ball catsuit. Alix has died her hair jet black.

I went over to Chloe's new form room. Last year it was one of the science rooms, but now it's the geology room which used to be the sports science room. Keiley had some sort of accident on a bike over the summer, and when Chloe got in she was really really tanned. She gave me some castanets (is that right? I'm sure there's an I in it) and some magnets from Spain.

We've got Sackfield as our form teacher this year. I've never had her for anything before, but apparently she's going to be my German teacher now. Apparently she gives out cake at Christmas, which is fine by me.

We got these fancy new planners with transparent plastic covers on them, and fancy block writing saying 'student planner 2010-2011'. It's got these random bits of coloured card in it near the back. Also, we have to get stamps now, instead of merits. We're meant to get one every single lesson, and if we have less than 25 stamps at the end of the week then something is wrong.

Big P gave us a new reinvention of the same assembly he's given us the past two years already - you'd think he'd be able to think of a new one by now? He reminded us AGAIN of the school rules (which are in our planner, in case we're ever bored enough in lessons to want to be reminded of the etiquette for buses - when we're not meant to even look at our planners barely) and filled our heads with more Barack Obama quotes and pictures of Ussain Bolt and Michael Jordan, and some other people who've made something of themselves - all of whom are black. I'm just saying this to point out that he has a bit of a thing for black people.

Then we had English. I've got Boustead again! She's a great teacher. We had to rewrite the Jack and Jill nursery rhyme as a sort of article. My table - me, Chloe, Zaira and Sara - got do it as a magazine article. We called it 'Jack's Nob Job' (because of the 'Old Dame Dob did patch his nob/with vinegar and brown paper' bit).

Next there was Biology. Reedy stayed with us. We're looking at cells again.

After lunch, I had Spanish. Just me and Janneka getting taught by Crane. It's very awkward, but the work we did was quite easy, just saying stuff like 'Hola, que tal? Estoy muy bien. Me llamo Isobel y tengo catorce anos. Mi cumpleanos es el cuatro de enero. Tengo tres hermanos y vivo con mi madre.'

So yeah . . . that's my first day in Year 10.

2010-07-20T11:56:00.001-07:00

Hello

2010-07-13T08:09:00.000-07:00

Yes . . . I'm back. I know it's been a while, and I do keep thinking of things I could write about, but it's the actual writing-up bit that bores me. What's the point of having a blog that nobody reads? I could use it as a diary, but it's on the internet so obviously isn't secure enough. Nowhere is secure enough for me, because no matter how illogical it is, I'll always have a sneaking suspicion that somebody will have bought a jackhammer or a digger to get into that three-foot-thick solid stainless steel, hackproof safe that I bought to put my Precious Things into, complete with guard dogs and one of those laser trap thingies. You know?

Still, I'm here and I'm not sure what to write about now. Erm . . .

It's the summer holidays now, and I'm at my Dad's for the week. Zak's already tried to shut me out of my own room - because 'it's Archie's room too' (which still doesn't logically give him rights to it. If Archie was suddenly bothered enough about modesty to want to dress privately then I might be a little more understanding. He doesn't try to burst in on me for socks when I'm getting dressed either). I just need to shut the door a bit tighter when I leave and intend to go back in, so that they can't pull it open and shut themselves inside.

On the last full day at school, my year and the Year 10s went to Alton Towers. I hung around with Chloe, Alix, Janneka, Hannah, Patrick, Frankie, Douglas, Maham, Sonny and Mikey. Keiley and SarahR were meant to be with us too, but Keiley mysteriously disappeared with the money she was looking after for Chloe, and SarahR vanished too.

I refused to get on Rita, so I waited outside the queue while the others lined up. I had a few goes on one of those claw machines where you put the claw over the thing you want and it grabs at it. They are so rigged! I got hold of a meerkat by the head (not a real meerkat, stupid), and it was just about to drop it into the box so that I could get it out when the claws opened and it threw the stupid thing back in! I was so angry that I bought a packet of Aero bubbles and ate them all myself.

After that, we got into the Scary-Scary-Cable-Cars to go up to one of the higher areas. I nearly fell down the back of my seat and thought I was falling out of the cable car, even though the doors were shut and we were essentially inside a box. We still spent the whole two minute ride screaming and visualising horrible deaths where we fell and impaled ourselves on bits of rollercoaster. But we got off alright, and went on this pirate ship thing where it swings you backwards and forwards really high. I liked that one, even though I kept feeling like my stomach was dematerialising through my back when we went back down.

We had a look at Ripsaw, but it looked way too scary so we didn't go on it, and then we were going to go on Air, but the queue was way too long. For some reason, all the others decided to waste time having a Grand High Council meeting on the topic of 'Shall we go to Burger King or shall we buy fish and chips?' I started walking off, which always works, because then we split into two groups. Me, Chloe, Alix and Janneka went back down the Scary-Scary-Cable-Cars to Burger King, and the others stayed behind to get fish and chips with Hannah and Maham, who couldn't have Burger King because it's not halal.

After the Burger King, me and the other three went on this spinning mushroom thing. You had to sit in a swing, and then they lifted you up into the air an spun you round really fast. I didn't like it because I kept feeling like my swing was going to come loose and I'd get hurled against the Froghopper and die a painful death of deathness. After that we went on a merry-go-round. Hannah and Maham turned up and they went on the twirling mushroom thing with Chloe, Janneka and Alix while I waited and messed with Janneka's camera.

After that, we went back up on the Scary-Scary-Cable-Cars and had another go on the swinging pirate ship before joining up with the others again. Strangely enough, Mikey had disappeared and nobody knew where (he was alright in the end, I think he just saw some other friends). I sneaked a Solero onto the S.S.C.C.s when we went back down, and we went on this cool battleship thing.

It was eight to a boat, so me, Chloe, Douglas, Frankie, Janneka, Hannah, Maham and Sonny went on one. We had a cannon each, and a handle that we had to turn to squirt water out of the cannon. There were all people round the edges firing their cannons at us, and there were machines that did it too, unless you hit their targets. We had a little battle with Iqra, Zahraa and Zainab who were on the boat after us.

After emerging, completely soaked from that, we headed off to the log flume ride thing. We bought fast tracks, which was good because the queue of people who hadn't was ridiculously long. The fast track only cost £3! Silly tight people.

the logs weren't logs when we got in though. They were bathtubs. Me, Chloe, Janneka and Alix got in one, and the others went behind. It was pretty smooth at first, apart from the corners, which it seemed you were supposed to crash into and get bounced off along the ride. When we got to the first slope though, that's when it got scary. The up part of it was just some rollers with rubber on them to pull us up, with a sign at the side saying 'if the ride stops, please do not move'. When we fell off the other side, we actually were falling, because the boat wasn't actually attached to anything. We went round some more corners and then up a slope into this big dark tunnel, so none of us could see where the drop was - until we were falling, of course. Then this enormous yellow duck burst out of the darkness at us, quacked and set off two showers on us. After that, there was one last enormous drop, and we were done. Fun Times.

On Friday, in our end of year assembly, Boustead showed us a video of Sports Day (which was a disaster, I shall elaborate in a moment) and all our athletic achievements. There were also several short clips including me and my war-painted face, including one devoted to me doing the high jump, with my entire run up and the most ridiculous dive I did. Luckily the only sound was the music she was playing, so nobody heard me screaming.

The Sports Day Disaster thing is this; we went to Sport City this year, instead of Longford Park. As far as the events went, it was alright, some people even broke school records. About an hour before the end though, a Year 7 blacked out, fell over a few rows of chairs and hit his head. Keiley, who is an asthmatic, started having an asthma attack after we did the 800 metres, and began hyperventilating. One of those mini-ambulances were called, and two proper ones came as well. After they were gone, Meghann broke down in tears because she'd been comforting Keiley and gotten freaked out.

Strangely enough, I don't really think we'll be going back to Sport City next year.

Notorio

2010-06-26T13:49:00.000-07:00

You know things are getting bad title-wise when I'm using the bit of a video cover I can see to title my blog posts. At least this one's a word . . . almost. Actually, Notorio sounds like a good Skulduggery Pleasant series name. As well as Omen, Mortabella and Imaginary Friend.

I was actually going to do this post sooner, but I kept forgetting. Still, better late than never right?

I've been sat inside all day like a leper. I feel like one - apart from the fact that my toes are all still attached to my body. I came down with something one Tuesday evening and I felt terrible. Nauseous, tired - and I never get that kind of tired where I have to struggle to stay awake in the bath (I had a bath because I wasn't feeling well, normally it's a shower) - and I felt so so cold and shivery.
I stayed at home the next day, and I slept in the day, which I never do.
I tried to go to school on Thursday, but I was too dizzy to cook in Food Tech so I went home at break.
On Friday I was in school but I felt pretty sick then as well.

I've been at Nana and Granddad's since Friday afternoon, which is very relaxing.
I have a rash on my stomach, and when I showed it to Nana she looked behind my ears and said she thinks I have rubella. Today she printed off the symptoms from the internet, and although self-diagnosis is, of course, not advised, it seems pretty conclusive. Thing is though, I'll have had this for at least two weeks before the symptoms showed up, so any pregnant women I've been near (none I can remember specifically) will be in danger. Plus, I'm still contagious until Tuesday, and my GCSEs are on Monday. Mum's going to phone up the school to see if they'll let me in, but if they don't then I'll probably have to do them when the next set of exams come along, not do them at all or do a double exam with my next module. I don't think they take kindly to having their deliveries delayed.

Herllo

2010-06-17T10:06:00.000-07:00

Yes, I haven't given up entirely. I meant to do this yesterday, except I couldn't be bothered.

I can't remember what lessons I did yesterday, but after school I did a cooking competition. Chloe, Meghann, SarahS, Ben, Henry, Rachel, Ryan, Meena, Alix and Muneeb were there too, and I made Sake Steak and Golden Glitter Cakes (kiniro no pikapika hikaru keiki).
There were only meant to be four judges, but teachers just kept randomly turning up to taste the food too. Me and Ben are onto the next round.

This morning, Warren had a housewarming party under one of the tables in the form room, and it actually lasted quite a while with me, Warren, Alix, Janneka, Zahraa, Zaira and Alex all under two tables with 'Le Freak' playing on Alix's iPod Touch; we were under there for about 20 minutes until Hofton turned up and ruined our fun.
Today, the first period was Biology, and since Chloe was off somewhere, I had to go in a group with Frankie and Kwame. All the groups were given a mock exam and we had to try and get 100% on it (how is that different to what you normally do with tests?) My group and Cameron, Ben and Henry's group both got the highest score of 34/36. The two questions we got wrong though, had completely illogical answers - and I'm not being annoyed at not winning here. One of the questions was about people complaining over plants being made by cloning. The correct answer to the question on why they were complaining was because the genes of the the cloned crops could spread to other plants. That's not possible when you clone. The other question we got wrong was 'why are people complaining about human cloning?' the answer was 'the babies that were cloned did not consent to the procedure'. WTH?? That's a GCSE level question? Wow, a qualified science person can write rubbish like that? Since when has anyone plucked out their ovaries and gone, 'Hey are you ok with me giving birth to you?' whether they're cloned or not? Being born isn't a decision you make about yourself!

Second period was French, and it was reallly reallylyyyy boring. I don't really remember too much of what we did, except that I have the same end of year levels in French and German - 6c.

Third period was English, and we did some work on our imaginary bands - 'The Band' is mine, Meghann's, Zoe's, Sara's and Chloe's band, and our picture looks like this; The one on the far left with the long blonde hair and purple bow is Zoe, Then Chloe with the blonde hair and blue bow, then Meghann with the blue streak (even though she doesn't actually have one in real life) then me, with the red bow and most amazingest beard (I specifically requested that I have the best beard - if you're gonna be a bearded man-girl, you have to have an impressive beard, and I think I could be the new face of Loreal with mine) and then Sara is the one with the blue bow and brown hair.
I had the strangest fit of giggles when Sara read out a bit of a random song I'd written on the back of a bit of paper and stuck in our portfolio; "My love is like a cheesecake/My love is like a cheesecake/You can have a slice/My love is like a cheesecake" I didn't even think it was that funny when I wrote it, but the way she read it out made me cry laughing.

This afternoon was Games. We lost to Roberts at Rounders because NOBODY WAS TRYING!! I HATE THAT I HATE IT HATE HITHATE ARRRGGHGHHGHGGHGH!!!!!!
And then I got forced to go to that stupid helping Year 6 kids thing, and got lost so I went up to my Maths room and ended up being escorted by a rather friendly Year 6. When I finally reached the classroom, I immediately got popular with the kids because they saw my school bag and were like, 'you like manga? We like manga! What manga do you read? Hey, she likes manga!'
Apparently Year 6 kids haven't actually been getting smaller since I left - even though I'm sure I was never as young as those kids, which I said to their teacher - but I've just gotten so much bigger that I can stretch my legs all the way to the other side of two of their tiny tables, while sitting on one of their tiny chairs. They really look too small to be eleven.

Now for an interesting thing that happened to me. Because I was on the field at lunch, and I was trying to do cartwheels with Rosa, I took my shoes off and put them with my stuff - which was with everyone elses'. At the end of lunch, I could only find one shoe, and the missing left shoe was nowhere on the field, even with me, SarahS and Henry looking. So I spent the afternoon walking round with one shoe on, which surprisingly, nobody commented on.
When I was in the changing rooms, getting ready for Games, I asked if anyone had seen my shoe, and Meghann told me it was in her form room.
I only managed to get into her form room nearly two hours later though, in a last minute trip to the Science Block from my Maths room, to which I returned triumphant and wearing both shoes.

Ermm . . . .

2010-06-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

I feel a bit stupid. You know like when your mind's completely blank and you can't think of anything at all? I've been sat here for about ten minutes with my mouth open like a moron, failing to think about things and picking a new background for my blog (do you like it? It's on the new tool thing they opened up).

So . . . when did I last post? I don't know. I can't be bothered checking either. What a shame. Well, what did I do yesterday? Erm . . .

First period was Chemistry, as it always is on a Friday. We went through some test sheet things on everything we've covered in Chemistry since the last GCSE exams. I think I might have said something out loud that I shouldn't have, because Bunting came over to us and said,
"Guess what we're going to be doing after the exams!" and we were all like, 'I dunno. Watching films?' and she said,
"We're going to be making a huge fractional distillation chart and sticking it up on the wall!" and she looked so excited about it that I just mumbled to myself,
"You need to get out more." and I think she might have heard me.

Second period was French (Crane rabbitting on about uniform for an hour basically). He spent so long going on at us with the same speech that he always gives - which is completely needless, he just likes the sound of his own voice - and gave us so little work because of the time that he wasted (and blames us for wasting) that I still finished the work and managed to read through Meghann's english assessment story and write her a review on the back before the lesson finished.

Third period was German. Most of the class who also happened to be in Set 1 for Maths went off on some trip to a University to spend an afternoon doing maths (the idiots, they thought it would be fun because it wasn't in school, ignorant of the amount of times that I pointed out that they'd just be spending two hours doing ridiculously hard maths with a bunch of awkward Uni students) so there was just me, Chloe, Zoe, Meghann, Iqra, Zainab, Zaira, Saskia, Rosa, Georgie, Kwame, Cameron, Danial, SarahR, Maham and Muneeb in the class. We played a weird kind of bingo with word types ("YESSSS, I'VE GOT 'MIT DEM AUTO!'") and Iqra won because she seems to have some ability to talk so loud that she can actually enforce mind control on people, and kept shouting out words that she wanted. Then we did something else, that I can't remember - oh yeah, we made stories with our words, which is a bit difficult when in your pair you have 'im Park' twice, and neither of you wrote down 'ich, er, sie, es, Sie or wir'.

At lunchtime, me and Chloe tried to chill by ourselves, and we managed for most of lunchtime, only interrupted by the Year 10s on the netball pitch who kept kicking their football over the fence. I picked it up for them, threw it over and did ninja-stylee forward rolls back to where me and Chloe were sat. We also had a deep discussion about how embarrassment is expected in most social circles as a sign that you know that whatever you have done or said is not accepted in that situation and you have made a social mess-up, and how the way people relate to eachother in school is just ridiculous. Then SarahR, Keiley, Iqra, Alix and someone else came over and started a loud conversation about dieting, culminating in Iqra claiming that skinny people are skinny because their body has no fat enzyme with which to make fat, and that her mum was getting her enzyme removed. She refused the idea of a metabolism point blank, even when every single one of us agreed that it was scientifically proven, and that removable 'fat enzymes' were about as likely as the Tooth Fairy coming along and scraping your body fat out while you sleep. And also that even if it was possible, having your fat enzyme removed wouldn't be a good idea for the simple fact that you'd die of cold as soon as it turns August here, if you're not wearing some kind of Arctic explorer's outfit.

Fourth period was History and we had Mrs Annoying again. This time she was alright though, and put on this long video from the 80s (it was obvious from the film quality and the fact that at the start there was a girl putting on what looked like a Storm Trooper helmet and a weird VR glove covered in sticky pads), which actually turned out to be rather entertaining. It was about the causes of the Second World War, and they kept showing clips of Hitler's speeches, especially the bits where he was waving his arms around and clapping his hands to his face cartoon style. Also, they had voice-over people reading out the opinions of the different countries involved, and they all did accents. The American (both Woodrow Wilson and Average Joe American) spoke with a ridiculous Texan hillbilly twang; The German sounded, well - German; The French person was impossible to understand, and I'm sure I heard him say 'hoheehoheehoh' at one point; the Russian person was extremely Russian and had a very very very deep voice; and best of all, the English person was a Yorkshireman! And the narrator of the film was from the West Country.
Then we made posters either supporting or condemning the Appeasement policy; mine now has a cool rainbow-coloured sign covering it saying 'APPEASEMENT was a FAIL!'

In Maths, since Ferneyhough was off doing Uni Maths with the 15 cleverest mathers in the year (you like my word?) apart from Zaira who apparently came second in the class on tests, but she turned the trip down, Sharp (I really want to call him Sharpey, but there's kind of a threatening atmosphere about his moustache and cartoon ties that makes me think I shouldn't) was covering us. He came in and asked us if we knew what were doing - some stupid lunar theme park project for the year 6 kids. We're not allowed to tell them how they could set their theme park out, give them suggestions, or in Ferneyhough's words, 'do not help them at all.' and yet we're meant to do their maths for them? How will they learn? And worst of all, Ferneyhough has said that from now until the end of term, all of us in top set Maths have to give up our Games lessons to go and do whatever we're meant to be doing with the Primary schoolers. I'm sure that's illegal - without that, we'll only be getting about an hour a week of the government - sanctioned amount of exercise that we should be doing. We'll all be as fat as pigs by the time it's July, and I'll have turned into a spiteful ball of mean bad temperedness - I don't like kids from year 6 because they think that sicne they've reached the top of Primary school that they're royalty and they can treat everyone else like dirt, and I don't like maths either. Teaching a subject I don't like to people I don't like, when technically what I've been told to do is something that I'm not meant to be doing because it goes against the rules I was told, IS NOT GOOD.
Anyway, Sharp asked us if we'd like to watch the first football match of the World Cup. We said yes, switched the lights off, closed the blinds and climbed onto the tables while Sharp looked through ITV player for it. Then he let set 5 in. Why? There's sets 2,3 and 4 he could have let in instead, but he let in set 5 - who, about twenty minutes in caused a disruption when Holly swore at Harry because he'd tried to touch her bum when she wasn't looking (Harry thinks he's a ladies' man). Me, Meghann and Zoe were laughing at that South African player Tshabalala. He was mentioned about five times as much as the other players - we thought he'd been sent off ages ago but the commentator had just decided to carry on talking about him.

Then that evening, me and Mum went to the dogs with Jim, Birdy, Gaz, Mike, Mad Dave, Adzy and Fitkin because it was Jim's birthday. Mum and Jim kept asking me for advice on which dog they should bet on, which I told them, but alogn with the warning that they couldn't blame me if they didn't win - because after all, since when has taking your gambling advice off a 14-year-old girl been a winning technique? Jim put a bet on for me though, on this dog called something like Liosgarbh Giggs, and I won £3.60.

Aaaaannndnddddddddddk vnkjfsfajv.wfsajvfkvsmdvdskvm that's all for now folks!

Mleh

2010-06-09T13:35:00.000-07:00

I'm having an unfaithful phase. I'm kind of bored of blogging - who even reads my blog? Dad, you read it more than anyone and you haven't read it in weeks. Who's going to miss me?

Monday was good. Nobody turned up to teach our Drama lesson, so we tried on all the costumes in the costume cupboard - I dressed up as a dinosaur when we played Dizzy Dinosaurs. Then we played Hokey Cokey and Iqra fell over backwards.
Don't remember the rest of that day except that we had this annoying woman teaching us Physics.

Tuesday I don't remember. I have terrible short term memory.

Today however, I can remember if I really try.
First period was chemistry. Me, Chloe, Cameron, Maham and Iqra were on a table and we had to work out this diagram about oxygen and respiration and stuff, and then I had to go on a table with Ryan, Ismail, Janneka, Georgie and Saskia to explain the sheet. Then each of them told the rest of us the answers to one page of this work booklet we were doing. Georgie said Saskia was a crap teacher and she would have thrown a chair at her, and Saskia just laughed and told her she wasn't strong enough and she would have killed her by now.
Second period was History, and we had this really annoying woman who immediately started shouting at all of us for being rude. She told me off for talking when I had my mouth shut and I was looking at her! She's ruining the Second World War for me, and that's my favourite topic. The only good point in the lesson was Neville Chamberlain's funny voice, as I also had to tell Chloe that you probably need alot of maths to go into medicine. That and unless you're being a chemisty doctor or something, biology is probably quite necessary instead of Rosa's opinion that you need chemistry, but you only need to have biology or physics. If you're going to look after human bodies, you should know how they work, right?
After that was maths, and we're meant to be reorganizing this lunar theme park project thing and going to help the Year 6 kids with it tomorrow - which we girls get to miss because we have House Rounders - but we had the laptops out. We were meant to be in groups with people in our House, so I ended up with Sonny, Zaira and Henry - who immediately started looking up pictures of iPads on google. Then Cameron came over and googled a picture of his cool shoes. And Sharp came in and said something to us that was completely irrelevant, so I don't remember what it was. Something about the most important people in Big P's life. Of course, Sharp didn't call him Big P. Only we who are being oppressed by The Man call him Big P.
It rained at lunch time, but I spent most of my time outside anyway. I can't remember much of lunchtime except that I was angry about something.
In German we got our end of year tests back. I got 90% on mine, which I'm quite pleased with. I just need to work on my writing skills it seems. And someone wrote retard on the table behind us, pointing toward where Chloe was sitting. It wasn't Meghann or Zoe - who sit behind us - because whoever carved it into the table had alot more prowess with the pair of compasses than they do.
In Art, I drew more pictures. I drew Noodle from Gorillaz this time, copying off another picture of her that I'd already drawn a few weeks ago. Cameron asked if he could borrow it, so I ended up making up most of the colours. Henry was finding weird pictures in the sculpture books, and me, Chloe, Meghann, Zoe, Cameron and Henry were discussing Meghann's crazy episode on the ski trip, even though only me, Cameron and Meghann had seen it first hand. I felt it first hand every time she sat on me that night. I think she'd had some Orangina, because I had some and I felt a bit crazy, and I saw two Year 8s holding a bottle of Orangina each, and they were chasing eachother round the pool table like drunks.

Huraaah for Harry and Paul

2010-06-02T15:54:00.000-07:00

Just watched Harry and Paul. It's so funny, it makes me want to laugh. We're watching Not The Nine O'clock News now.

Don't remember what I did this morning. Oh yeah, I watched Fresh Prince of Bel Air while I ate my breakfast. That was good.
Then Mum went out and I watched Avatar: the Legend of Aang. Fun times.

This evening - or yesterday evening it seems - me, Dad and Lily went to watch Robin Hood. 'Twas alright. On the way there, Dad explained the concept of swashbuckling.
"It's like action and adventure, fighting and stuff." was Dad's explanation.
"And killing?"
"Yes, Lily."

Haha hahahahaha

2010-06-01T09:56:00.000-07:00

Did ya miss me? I've not posted anything since whatever day it was I last posted something on. What, three days ago? Yeah . . . I've been doing stuff, sort of.

Can't remember much of Saturday. Erm . . . me and Mum watched Dodgeball, I remember that much. Very funny.
On Sunday we watched Blades of Glory. Also very funny.
Then yesterday, I went round to Chloe's house. We met up with her mate Amy and then headed off to the Trafford Centre, where we met Nathan, another of Chloe's mates.
We were hungry - or rather I was hungry, everyone else was just thirsty - so I grabbed a McDonalds. While we were waiting for Amy to get her drink, someone pushed me by accident and my milkshake went all over the floor. I wasn't entirely sure what to do, so I said sorry and I was trying to sort myself out when this complete stranger, some random 70-something-year old woman came up to me and went,
"YOU BETTER REPORT THAT NOW, THAT'S VERY DANGEROUS THROWING YOUR DRINK ON THE FLOOR LIKE THAT!" probably one of those people who believes the media frenzies about teenagers who wear hoods. Just because it was my milkshake that was on the floor I get ranted at by a complete stranger because of the ridiculous news people. Pfft.
Anyway, I reported the spill like I was going to do anyway, and they gave me another drink free. That I didn't spill.
Next, we went to go and book a film to watch. Nobody else was really bothered about what to watch, so I suggested Four Lions (yes I know I've already seen it, but what are DVDs for?). We got in the queue, and when it waso ur turn to book tickets, the guy asked us our ages. We're all fourteen - even though Amy and Nathan are in Year 10 so they'll be 15 soon, and I was the youngest one there and I can get into 15s easily - and we were completely normal. Still, he called over this ginger guy who said,
"I'm sorry we're going to have to deny you tickets unless you give us ID." What kind of ID could a 15-year-old possibly have? It's not like people from any age group carry round their passports is it, and since if we had driver's licences to show we'd probably be able to get into 18s, what is the point of ID? I was taller than the guy at the desk! Pointless law things, keeping the people down.
So anyway, we decided to watch Iron Man 2 instead (or I suggested it - YES I KNOW I'VE SEEN THAT ONE ALREADY TOO!! My Mum reckons my middle name should be changed to Odeon) and that was good, apart from when some idiot people kept standing up and blocking everyone's vision. I had some lovely ice cream and a coke. And Chloe managed to talk louder than the people on film. Am I the only person who can whisper inside a cinema? Still, she was quieter than Amy who I could hear word-for-word when she was two seats away,
"Ooh, check that explosion!" Ok I'll calm down now, I'm getting myself angry.

Afterwards, we went back to Chloe's and went on the trampoline for hours. I managed to do a seat drop thing, you know where you drop down like you're sitting down and then stand up on the rebound, and Chloe's brother Harvey was funny. Also, Chloe can laugh scarily like a witch if you say something funny enough. Like 'Oh darn it, it's too far away!' in a Texas accent, or 'Kentucky chried fricken'.
And there's this guy called David (Star) who lives next door - have I told you about him? - and I saw him go into his garden so I shouted hi and ducked. I did it again on a variety of occasions, employing several of my many voices.

Me and Amy managed to get permission to stay over at Chloe's, so my Mum dropped some stuff round for me, and we went round to Amy's for her stuff. While we were there, she showed us a way of getting onto the roof. Fun times.
Then we got back and did pyjamalining (trampolining in pyjamas) in the dark for a bit, until we heard this weird voice saying,
"Harveyyyy . . ." and we thought it was Amy but it wasn't. It was some little kid next door. We went inside anyway, and ate some pizza and then we watched The Eye.
Amy fell asleep during the film, but me and Chloe were still awake so she put the TV on and we watched Little Miss Sunshine - during which she fell asleep. I was still awake, and I couldn't be bothered getting hold of the remote or getting out of bed, so I fell asleep watching this film about a boy who was good at cricket and intrigued by black people.

I had a dream I was stabbed. I was in a supermarket, and this guy walked past me all normal, and then I was stabbed! I was alright though, and I was talking to some guy later - who was Swedish, don't ask how I know because I don't know - and I said,
"Who are you? Tell me who you are?" and he got all sheepish-looking and said,
"We can still be friends right? Everything's ok isn't it?" so I knew he was the one who had stabbed me, so I said,
"No we can't be friends anymore." and he went away. And then I went to a wedding and got lost on a beach that wouldn't leave me alone.

Me and Chloe were up this morning before Amy was, so we had breakfast and were given the task of waking Amy up. Which was hard. I tried to give her a light pinch and she slapped my hand without opening her eyes.
We got her awake though, and then I went home.
I've been watching episodes of Avatar; the Legend of Aang for a while now.

HALF TERM FRIDAYYYYY

2010-05-28T13:53:00.000-07:00

We broke up today, for half termmmmmm.

Period 1 wasss ermmmm Geography, and Cameron was twisting Chloe's chair. Chloe didn't mind though, she was high on aspirin and throat-numbing spray.
At break, the sixth formers hid a lion up a tree, and the mean nasty Year 7s found it and ripped it up. I got hold of some of the stuffing, it's in my blazer pocket.
In French we finished checking through our tests and then Crane put on the Incredibles for us. I may be part of a class of 13 and 14 year olds, but we'll watch a little kid's film if you have one. I played hangman with Chloe - she was so out of it she couldn't spell, and I kept guessing hers straight away.
In German we finished our tests and me and Chloe continued our game of hangman. It took her a full hour to get 'Facejacker is waj off four lions' when she only needed the c and the k. I generally did spell-checking for Chloe's words when I got them, like when she forgot two of the As in Australia. Fun times . . .

At lunchtime, me and Chloe hung out with Meghann, Zoe, Rosa, Saskia and Sarah. Me and Sarah and Saskia did Dizzy Dinosaurs (which I think I won) and then me and Chloe did spinning in the spandpit (it's actually this long track filled with snad that we're meant to use for long jump) and Theo, Stefan, Michealand some Samir guy from Year 10 did massive jumps in the sand and fell over each other.
Then Theo ran off after a cat the got through into the field and climbed up a tree where he got stuck and nearly fell. He was alright though.

Period four was music, and I accidentally found out how to get onto the Pakistan version of Google because I was trying to find that Google pacman thing. I gave up though and read the manga version of Battle Royale.

In Maths, Ferneyhough wasn't in and our projector screen wasn't working, so Asim, our cover teacher who normally teaches science, took us into the Geology room where we watched Finding Nemo. I forgot how funny Dory is.

OMG THE SKY IS BACK

2010-05-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

I can see the sky again! The clouds went! Yeah, it was raining and cloudy this morning, but it was all nice by lunchtime.

So, the first period today was Biology, and we had Gracey covering for Reedy. I don't think Gracey realised why we gave him such an enthusiastic greeting. Partly because he can't handle us, and partly because he's a spy assassin.
Reedy had tried to trick us into being all stressed out over half term with loads of homework, but I got it all done in the lesson, HAHAHAHAHAAAA! Can't catch me that easily. Though the question on how blood worms are useful in detecting pollution in an area was confusing.

Period two was French, and we were going through our tests. I got a 5b on the listening, 5c on the reading and 6b on the writing I think. SarahS drew a funny picture on Meghann's hand, but I'm not saying what it was - and it wasn't that, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking.

Period 3 was English, and Pegum told us that the public speaking presentation is actually only for Year 7s and Year 8s. She said we could have our own Year 9 set 1 competition anyway, with the opportunity to win a small toy car and some chocolates. I'm in, and I got my slide on Che Guevara done today. About four more slides to go, including the thanks for watching slide and then I need to do the animation. Should take about three more lessons if I keep up my current rate. I take pride in my presentations - my last one, on my favourite character from Animal Farm, was very classy if I do say so myself.

At lunchtime, Chloe wasn't there (I found out she's had an allergic reaction and went to hospital) and I didn't know where Janneka was, so I had lunch with Meghann, Zoe, SarahS, Eibhilin, Rosa, Saskia, Sara, Kymalee, Alex, Ben and Denny. Then Zara came over too, shortly followed by these Year 10 guys, Theo, Stefan and Micheal. They had a plank of wood with them that they were using as a sort of see-saw catapult thing. And they had a football too. We took it and it became girls-keep-the-ball-away-from-the-boys-with-our-netball-skills as usual. I got accidentally hit in the leg by the football when Theo kicked it and I got in the way.

Periods four and five were Games, and we were doing House Rounders. I know I'm meant to be impartial here, but I do think it was highly unfair that she took off an entire rounder from our team for time wasting (10 seconds while Zara walked up to the box) and talking back, when all the 'back-talker' had done was explain why we'd just had half a rounder taken off us. The other team got away with swearing, knocking the bases over and taking literally five minutes to get their batter up to the box. Merriman can't hear me now though, haha. She really really does hate our House for some reason. We still beat Green House though.
Next we went over to the other Rounders pentagon thingy to play Blue House - this game was referreed by Kerins and Brown, so even though we lost and Zara managed to bowl the ball into Zainab's face, we had a good time. Kerins started calling me Minnie Mouse because I had a big bow in my hair, and SarahS said the thought it was funny that I completely forgot where the ball was every time I ran, and just kept going round the bases.

This evening, Mum helped me make Sake Steak (ooh that rhymed!). I'm going to be making it for a school cooking competition thingy, along with these glitzy chocolate cakes, so I'm being made to practice until I barely need the recipe. So far I have learnt that I was right about one teaspoon of wasabi as well as one tablespoon of chilli sauce being very hot. I told Mum we didn't need to use that much. And I didn't panic when I was turning the steak, even though the pan was spitting.

No More Heroes Any More.

2010-05-26T11:21:00.000-07:00

Don't ask me why, that's been going round my head for the last 20 minutes - I think I must be having Ashes to Ashes withdrawal. But after that ending, what if there's another series? No there can't be, I think, now that they've given away the big secret.
On a topic of things that have been going round my head today, I've had Like A Pill by Pink (because somebody mentioned pills) the Harry Potter music and the Indiana Jones theme tune. Strange.

So this morning was Chemistry. We just did some more stuff about vegetable oils - and strangely, the dangers of a high-fat diet. Of course we used it as an excuse to google fat people on the computers.

Period two was . . . HISTORY! Yeah, History, I remember now. Well, since Sexton is going on maternity leave at the end of this week and she won't be back until December or something like that, we went to the ICT suite and finished our Hitler worksheets - or if, like me, you'd already finished them the last time, you googled funny pictures. I also looked up the treatment of women in Nazi Germany and found out about the something-or-other with Junge in it for girls - the girl's Hitler Youth - just to make myself feel clever.

Period three was Maths, but since Ferneyhough is off for some reason, we had this Psychology teacher who I'm assuming normally teaches 6th form. We kept distracting her by asking how psychology worked, and she said what I thought psychology was was right, as opposed to Henry's idea that it was the ability to read minds. I think he had his headphones on too loud for too long.

At lunchtime, me, Chloe and Janneka chilled on the field. SarahR was feeling ill (again) and Keiley was off doing something. It was really cold.

In period four - RS - we did about the Turin Shroud (is that how you spell it? Shall I google it?) and about how people find lots of ways to prove or disprove the existence of God. The Turin Shroud is quite interesting actually, considering that the carbon-dating they did on it said it was made in 1398 or something, when there is alot of evidence to show that whoever faked it knew alot more about Roman crucifixions than everyone else of that time did, and also the churches that the Knights Templar built like 200 years before that, that had pictures of Jesus in that looked exactly like the face on the Turin Shroud. Still, there's no way to prove 100% that it was Jesus, and even if it was him, they can't prove if he was the son of God or not. Muahahahaaa, it's all a bit Da Vinci Code now, isn't it?

Period five was German, and we started our end of year test. Actually, it was kind of easy if you just listened to the tape on the listening test. Reading is kind of easy too, if you don't try to translate it into English and just try to think in German. Or just read it in little chunks.

Yet again, I am not wearing any socks (No More Sockies Any More. No, not literally) but I do happen to have newly-painted, very very dark purple toenails. Getting the sparkly red off took ages, because the nail polish remover just turned the glitter silver and tore bits of cotton off the pad so I looked a bit like a Hobbit until I got it all off.

I Just Sneezed

2010-05-25T13:33:00.000-07:00

which is convenient, because I couldn't think of a post title.

So I didn't do much today. I was out of school for the first three periods, so I don't know what went on there, but I arrived back at school just as Maths finished, so I had a whole hour of chilling on the field with Chloe, Janneka, SarahR and Keiley (with special guests Iqra and Saba).

In PE we've started doing athletics - today we did relay running. I went on the fourth leg, and for some reason, on the practice run, all of us on the last leg just kept running about halfway round the track. I was out in front, thinking I was winning when suddenly SarahS came zooming past me like she had a jet pack strapped to her back or something.
Then on the real relay of today, we had eight groups, so mine, SarahS' and Eibhilin's groups went last. Luckily I managed to get hold of the baton before SarahS got hers, so I got a bit of a head start. Then I heard her coming up behind me and I only just managed to make it a draw for second place (Eibhilin's team had the crazy-fast Swiss trainee teacher so they got like a two minute advantage).

In Biology we were doing the impact of humans on the environment again. Henry got caught with a children's adaptation of An Inconvenient Truth (he likes to bring in 'clever' books to make himself look all knowledgeable, in-the-knowy and mature. It doesn't really work like that in practice) and Reedy sent Danial out because he said it was gay.

She's a Superfreak! Superfreak!

2010-05-24T11:55:00.000-07:00

And she is a superfreak because I'm listening to the song now. That is why.

So, today in RS we talked about God again. We were talking about why people like Isaac Newton thought they could prove he existed when Darwin said he could prove otherwise. Stuff like that.

On the field at break I managed to make my water fizz up all over Chloe by mistake. I don't know how, I drank all the Fanta and washed the bottle out. But then I had some nice icy water to drink.

Period two was Design, and I drew a picture of the Woman in Black. I'm quite pleased with it actually.
Then in Dance, we were going to play Tennis, but because the Year 10s lost most of the balls, me, Chloe, Cameron, SarahS, Zoe, Georgie, Ben, Henry, Kwame, Muneeb and Rosa got taken out onto the field to play Rounders. Damn boys beat us, but only because Cameron kept hitting the ball about a mile. I contemplated knocking him out with one of the bats. I don't like competition when the other side is winning. Still, I managed to get two rounders, so I'm happy anyway.

At lunchtime, me, Chloe, SarahR and Janneka were just chilling on the field, joined partway through by Lena, Zara and Keiley.

Period four wass . . . ugh, Geography. We were doing about the evil of Nike (behind the swoosh was the lesson title actually). It was just some stuff about sweatshops and globalisation.

In English we have to start doing the incredibly tedious Public Speaking presentations again. I got into the actual competition in Year 7. They wanted me to do it in Year 8, but I pretended I wasn't there when they came looking for me, and had a free lesson on the computers with my mates.
This year I'm following up my presentations on Geisha and Manga with one on Cuba, and the things about it that America have tried to cover up. Grr, nasty CIA.

Again, HOT AARGGGGHHH!!!!

2010-05-22T11:46:00.000-07:00

I should really start titling my blog posts with really words instead of AAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!! Ah well.

Me, Chloe, Janneka and SarahR went into town today. I was going to wear a blue dress of mine, but I bottled it at the last minute - wish I hadn't, it was so hot!!

When we got into town, the first place we went was Afflecks Palace, because Chloe had never been there before. I think she has Afflecks' fever now, she kept saying,
"I like this, ooh I like this too." There was a cool hoodie with pandas holding guns on it though. And the amazing Pikachu hoodie in Tokyo Royale. It's £45 though.

I can't quite remember where we went after that, I think it was a cafe. Yeah it was a cafe in the Arndale, because I was really thirsty. We had cakes too. I was the only one who finished all of their cake. The other three couldn't handle it.

After that we went to . . . erm, I think we went into New Look. Yeah, we did, and went and tried on the highest heels on offer. There were some very pretty wedges, but they made me feel like I was walking on a boat - I'm not used to being that high while still standing up.
Then we went in Accesorize and tried on the tiaras, and Chloe went looking for a headband for school. No luck there though, so we went to Topshop, tried on some more very high shoes and did poses in front of all the mannequins.

After that we went in Selfridges. Chloe got herself a fingerful of gold eyeshadow, which she had do talk round with for about ten minutes because we didn't have any tissues. Then we went back to the eyeshadow stand and I got a purple finger while Chloe put her fingers in all of them. I drew stripes on my face.
Then we took some photos in front of a funny mannequin and a security guard came and told us off so we left. You couldn't even see the clothes that the mannequin was wearing!

After that we went in Primark, then in Shout - where I did a dance to Low (you know that ridiculous Flo Rida song) - and then into BHS I think, where I got a school skirt.
Then we went and chilled on the grass near Piccadilly until I got taken home by Dad. The others will have only gone home like an hour ago probably.

Oh yeah, and there was also this crazy old guy doing funny dancing. I got a video of him and gave him some money.

ASHES TO ASHES OOOHHHH

2010-05-21T12:54:00.000-07:00

THE FINAL EPISODE EVEREVEREVER IS ON TONIIIIIIGHTTTTT

So, today, first period was Chemistry. We were in one of the IT suites and were doing our powerpoints on colourings and stuff again. A fly came in, so by order of Cameron, Kwame and Chloe, I had to swat it. It wasn't my most skillful display, but I got it completely in two swats with a french textbook, throwing in a rather vindictive third just to make sure it didn't go getting up again.

Second period was French, and we had our reading and writing test. Fairly easy, apart from Chloe sniffing for about 45 minutes because of her hay fever.

In German we did asking for directions, like
"Gehen Sie uber die Brucke und geradeaus. Dann, Nehmen Sie der ersten links." stuff like that.

During lunch, Me, Chloe, Janneka and SarahR were chilling - no, frying - out on the field. Just talking about stuff, can't really remember what because it was SO SO HOT!! We made some plans to go out in town tomorrow too.

Fourth period was History, and because it was so hot and Sexton has our books so she can mark our assessment pieces, we watched some programme about Hitler. There was a fan in the corner too, one of those stand-up swivelly ones and it was right behind me, so me and my table got a nice breeze for the whole lesson.

In Maths we got our test results back for the first maths test. I didn't do too good generally speaking, but the class average was low because of the question difficulty so I got pretty much alright, 47%. Yeah that's not amazing anyway, but I did what I could, and I think I'll have a better mark on my calculator test. If Rogers is teaching Set 1 next year, I want to move down anyway.

I'm watching Ashes to Ashes now - oooh it's getting juicy!

It's. So. HOT!!!!!

2010-05-20T10:04:00.000-07:00

Seriously. I had a shower the moment I got in today, and I'm dressed like a chav lost in the Sahara Desert.

So, first period was Food Tech, which is always good fun, cuz everyone is nice to eachother. We were making cheesecakes (mine is a very chocolatey one that's downstairs in the fridge right now) and I kept trying to lick my bowls clean. I had to be told three times to do the washing up because I was just trying to furtively eat all the spare stuff I had. I was tempted to drink some of the cream I'd brought. I like cream. I was quite pleased too, because I managed to finish before the end of lesson again, and alot of people said they liked the look of my cake - that was probably because of the chocolate-covered nuts my Mum made that I put on top. and to make it all even better, someone gave me a strawberry (that I ate) I can't remember who it was though, it might have been Janneka or Hannah. Then Cameron let me have strawberry - those ones were very very nice because he shops at Waitrose apparently.

Period two was French, and we had our listening test - it was actually quite easy, even though one of the voices on the recording was just like 'ohghoraaraefofofo ennuyeux'. Tomorrow we have our reading and writing tests. Should be quite easy, but I'm still trying even though I'm dropping it next year.

Period three was English - and no, we didn't watch the scary bed scene though. We watched the end of the film, which involved the main guy burning alot of stuff - including his office. By then we'd already started being paranoid, and shouting out increasingly bizarre places that the Woman in Black would appear from - since we knew she was coming, we'd read the end of the book. When she finally did appear, she was standing there, on the water in the middle of a lake. Then a tree branch dropped onto the main guy and his wife and child in a boat and killed them. It was freaky. I thought she should have appeared in a rowing boat, but rowing so fast toward them that only the oars were touching the water, with the boat just flying over in the air (I saw this in an episode of some cartoon, might have been Tom and Jerry). I can imagine her doing it, and it still cracks me up.

At lunch time, me, Chloe, Janneka, Sarah and then later on, Keiley were chilling out on the field, and I informed Mr Hathaway that the litter they were moaning about was entirely the Year 7s' fault. Which it is actually. I always pick up my litter.

Period four was Maths. More specifically Maths test No. 2, the calculator edition. Actually, though I did miss out some questions because I forgot how to work out the length of a triangle by it's cross-sectional area or something, and I forgot how to do trigonometry at the last minute, I answered alot more questions - and I did maths to answer them, I didn't just guess. And when I was checking through I had a small panic attack when I realised I'd gotten a huge question wrong, but I corrected it. 5 and 6 are very easily mixed up sometimes.
Afterward, Sharp (Head of Maths) kept Set 1 behind - me, Meghann and Zoe thought he was going to say he'd given us the Year 6 set 1 test by accident and we had to do the Year 9 one now. He started off sounding as if it was true, but it wasn't; he just wanted to see if any of us would do helping Year 6 kids with their Maths. I volunteered, even though their Maths stuff still confuses me. Hopefully I should have a good enough overall test mark that, combined with my work through this year, I can stay in Set 1. If Rogers is teaching Set 1 though , I want to move down. He makes me hate maths, but Ferneyhough makes me understand it. Plus Ferneyhough lets us use laptops - and he owes me, Janneka, Aaron and Ismail a prize from last year. I must remind him of that again.

Last lesson was Games. A nice relaxing lesson really, we played Tennis - me, Chloe, Meghann and Keiley. We were doing dissing each other whenever we did something stupid (my best was, 'no, we're on the other side of the net, Keiley' I think) and were only interrupted once when the boys came onto the astro turf with us - the boys normally stay out on the field - and once when Meghann managed to serve the ball onto the netball courts over the fence. That was a fun lesson but boy was it HOT HOT HOT!! Wow it was hot.

Me and Chloe went up to Food Tech to grab our cheesecakes then headed home. I had a nice shower and now I feel nice and clean. I should stop saying nice, shouldn't I?
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Sshh, I know what I did

2010-05-19T08:49:00.000-07:00

Yeah yeah, I missed another post again. I'm just busy doing stuff. So, I'll fill you in on the Tuesday-Wednesday timezzz . . .

AAARGH I DON'T REMEMBER YESTERDAY MORNING!! Ohhhhh, I remember it now. It was just Physics, nothing interesting. It was something boring about red shift - that's far away galaxies to you, because red is the longest wavelength and that is how the light of far away galaxies appears because it has longer to travel. Aight. (Sorry, I'm listening to Outkast and I'm feeling like a bit of a badman) Anyway, we did that, talked about the volcanic ash - which I thought was in Poland, but it turns out that it's in Iceland - and some other stuff like that.

Then we had English, and for SarahS' benefit, we watched the scary bit of The Woman In Black again. Let me tell you, sitting right at the front when you're watching something on a large projector screen is not a good way to watch scary stuff, especially when you can feel the fear of everyone else in the room. My throat was hoarse from screaming, but lucky, lucky me . . .
We had a Maths test next. As you can probably imagine, I was filled with joy and skipped through the test like a child in a ball pit. No. It was incredibly difficult and they even brought in some stuff about factorising that we hadn't ever been taught, let alone told to revise! So on the ones I didn't know and couldn't work out I did guesses. It's more likely to be right than nothing at all.

At lunch, me, Chloe, Janneka, SarahR and Keiley were sat on the field watching and observing the peoples.

Afternoon we did PE, in which I was amazingly terrible at Tennis again, and then we did Biology, and I was the only person who knew what the Pantheon looked like. And then someone asked if a stone statue was the Pope.

Then last night, me, Mum and Nana went to the Royal Exchange Theatre to see Pygmalion. I thought, rather logically I think, that it was going to be a stage production of the Greek myth. It was My Fair Lady but without singing. It was alright actually, but a bit boring because they just kept doing these really long repetitive conversations, and Eliza Doolittle was quite annoying. But now, Mum and Nana think I have a hat complex because I kept identifying people by their hats.
Afterwards it was like Night of the Living Dead. Old people everywhere, blocking all the steps to get out with their walking sticks. There were four coaches alltogether, devoted entirely to old people, none of which could either walk at a reasonable old person speed or actually move that much.

Today, first period was . . . erm . . . sshh! CHEMISTRY!! That's what it was. We did some boring stuff about biodiesel, and I drew a triffid and a gangsta flower on my 'use biodiesel' poster.

Next was History, and we've started doing my favourite subject, HITLER!! We were doing a worksheet on him using the internet (not Hitler using the internet, we used the internet to find the answers) and I amazed people with my strange knowledge of the little facts already, like that his granddad was Jewish and he had an Alsatian called Blondi, and the Russians thought they had his skull in a museum, but they did some tests and it's actually a woman's skull. Sexton's going on maternity leave soon to have her baby boy - this is good, because she looks like she's about to turn into a supernova and explode. Chloe reckons if she fell over at the right angle, she'd bounce back up again.

In Maths we were on the laptops again, and I kept winning at mini racing, except when it let me get to the finish, stopped my car and kept giving me sums until the other cars got there and then told me I lost. And I got 65% on a level 6 or something online homework about solving equations.

Period four was German, and we got our results back from the end of unit test - I got a 5a. I'm quite pleased. I had to keep explaining what the verb 'machen' was in English, and how to do future tense (time, verb, person, all the rest).

Then my favourite relaxing lesson - Art. I am actually doing proper work in Art you know. The others were doing that thing where you draw lines all over the paper and colour it in different colours in the gaps - though Cameron said his was about the 'paths of life' and was quite keen on the yellow brick road until I explained what the term 'friend of Dorothy' meant. He's very naive sometimes. I'm redrawing DinoShaun (remember him?) except I'm making him Discotastic. For some reason everyone seemed to think he was representing Gay Pride - even though DinoShaun is gay. The rainbow stripes were just a coincidence.

Suicide

2010-05-17T07:04:00.000-07:00

Today was a little bit depressing.

In RS, we talked about the existence of God. There are alot more believers in my class than I thought there were; 18 theists, 7 atheists and 1 agnostic. We talked about how if you don't believe in God, it's pretty much impossible to prove that there is one. Then Swales got off topic and told us about Mesculin, the hallucinogenic drug thing. Like, if someone said to you now that there was a tarantula crawling up your arm, you'd just be like, "yeah whatever." but a little part of you would shudder, because you instinctively think, "Tarantulas. Not good, let's get very far away now." If you told someone on Mesculin (I think it's Mesculin, it sounded like that. I'll call it Mesculin) that there was a tarantula on their arm, they'd start punching themself to try and get it off. Put an axe in their hand and they'll try to hack their own arm off to get rid of the tarantula. It sounds so fun >:D

Next in Drama, Mrs Hathaway asked us the question,
"Have any of you read the Big Issue?" And of course the mature side of me could see the sincere side of it and how we are a bit prejudiced against homeless people and all that. But I have to say, most of me did think, "what the hell? Buy the Big Issue? I wouldn't touch it!"
We then got onto the subject of whether suicide was selfish or not, and why people are prejudiced against people with mental illnesses, and how one third of us in the room would suffer from mental illness at some point in our lives. Lovely stuff.

After that it was English, and we had a test. Not exactly difficult to do a test in English comprehension if you know how to read, and I'm pretty sure that at the very least in my set, everyone has a basic knowledge of understanding words. The test was easy, but took me longer than it should have done because of Henry, who seems to suffer Writing Rage. I have to sit next to him because of the stupid seating plan, and all the way through the test, whenever he wrote something, he wrote so aggresively that the table shook. Like really shook, so I couldn't actually read. And then he was waving his legs about under the table so I had no space and had to kick him a few times. When I finished the test, I got on with my Gothic Story - which I then found out is meant to be about 2 sides of A4 in size 12 font. Firstly, who types in size 16? I always type in size 12. Secondly, I haven't even got to the good bit of my story yet, and it's already 7 sides of A5 long. Then I have to describe my writing style and why I chose the words I did. Because it makes sense to choose them in that order! I don't critique my choice of language as I write something; everything I write would be really boring if I did. It's like asking someone to explain why they talk with a Manchester accent. Because they were brought up there! It's not any particular choice they've made to add effect to anything, it's just the way they think! Ridiculous pointless question. Hmph.

Then I got out of school early. I should be in Physics right now - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - but I had to go to the orthodontist's. And now I have to wear these ridiculous elastic bands round my teeth for God knows how long. It looks like a pathetic attempt to wire my mouth shut. They don't hurt, but I look stupid and I can feel them getting in the way.

Weekend Things

2010-05-16T08:01:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know I didn't post yesterday or the day before. I am a very naughty girl. Ah well. I'm posting now, aren't I?

So, Friday . . . erm, what did I do on Friday? First lesson was Geography. We did posters about Arsenal (Arsenal? Who cares about Arsenal?) that was an ok lesson.
Then we did French, and did our end of unit test. I think I did alright in it actually, even when I remembered a joke my mum had told me a few days before - I went out with MC Hammer but it was really rubbish because he wouldn't let me touch anything - and started laughing uncontrollably. So I drew faces all over the front of my booklet. It's mild vandalism compared to the amount of drawings people put on theirs. In Year 8, Saskia wrote a story on the back page of hers.
Third period was German and we had the crazy shouting cover teacher again. I was looking in the amazing unabridged German - English dictionary. Most of the words I remember are ones I shouldn't really repeat here, though I do remember that lickety-split was in there somewhere. I don't remember the German translation though.
I don't remember much about lunchtime either, except that Sana gave me a pear drop. It was alright, but I prefer things with a really strong flavour - like those Toxic Waste sweets. They're nice, apart from the time when I burnt my tongue off one.
Period four was . . . it was . . . oh yeah, Music. Musical Smith has finally accepted the futility of trying to teach us how to play the base bit of Trenchtown Rock on Easynotes, so she left us to our Caribbean music presentations. I've already finished mine, so I surfed Google for funny pictures with Meghann and Chloe - and Henry, who decided to log off his computer and stay over our side when Cameron started typing 'penis' into his Google searchbox. Haha.
Maths was a lil' bit mortifying. I made a really bad joke about algebra. Nobody even said anything like,
"Issy, you need to get a life." or
"You disgust me. Go and live in a cardboard box." the joke was - well it wasn't even really a joke, just a way of remembering something, like Naughty Elephants Squirt Water - it was to remember that in algebra, a like term is something that is exactly the same as something else. The way I thought of remembering it by was 'Bees don't take Es.' you can see how it works, right? I suggested it to Ferneyhough, and everyone went quiet and he just looked at me like 'what the hell are you talking about?'

Saturday I was round at Dad's. Played Guitar Hero for two and a bit songs - the bit of the third song was when the disk broke and wouldn't play, so I hijacked Dad's laptop and harvested my Amaranths on Farmville.
Saturday night, back at home, me and Mum watched Lost In Translation. Very funny, especially that hooker that keeps grabbing hold of his leg and pulling him onto the floor. Then we watched La La Land - it's so embarrassing to watch, especially when the supposedly blind Shirley Ghostman collapses on the floor in a temper tantrum, begging to be the host of a ghost-hunting show. And this guy who's trying to make a nature documentary accidentally kills the condor he stole from the zoo when it falls off the roof of his car and under his wheels.

So that is it for ze weekend I suppose. Bye bye.

Four Lions

2010-05-12T14:23:00.000-07:00

Me and Mum went to see it today. I think I can say, very certainly, it is the funniest film I've seen in a very long time, if not ever.
Basically, it's about this guy called Omar, who seems perfectly normal - apart from the fact that he's part of an amateur terrorist cell, along with Waj, Fasul (I'm not sure how to spell it) and Barry who's extremely paranoid about surveillance. They don't really get much done considering that Barry is constantly trying to undermine Omar's leadership, Fasul refuses to be seen on camera and so puts a cardboard box on his head, and Waj is undeniably an idiot - and yet, the best character in the film, I think.
After a short while, Omar manages to get tickets for himself and Waj to go to a training camp in Pakistan, but . . . one thing leads to another and they regroup with Barry, Fasul and new member Hassan Malik.
I don't want to give away too much, and if I keep going, I probably will end up doing just that, so I'll just leave you with this phrase;
"If they're chickens Waj, why don't they have ears?" And the last two aren't even the best lines. Just go and see it. It is well funny, and you won't be able to listen to that Dancing in the Moonlight song with a straight face.

In other news, I found out today in Chemistry that Tartrazine inhibits penis and testicle growth in men - so stop drinking that Mountain Dew now!
Sexton told us in History why chewing gum is bad for you (it wears your teeth down and gives you stomach ulcers), in Maths I got stuck on level 2 work and completely failed a level 8 exercise on the laptops.
In RS we did some stuff about the media and how they portray 'the good life'.
In German we were doing about how to talk to your host family, and also I found out who my mate Patrick fancies, but I won't tell you in case you tell someone.

Last night I had a dream that I was a Latin American man. I was in this sort of poor person's home, wearing a white vest, beige 1920s sort of pants and flip-flops, with my hair oiled back as I shaved off my moustache in the mirror and told my wife and baby child that I would be away for three years. Then Winston Churchill came in through the door and told me it was time to go. I was doing something to do with guerrila warfare.
I also realised that in most of my dreams I'm being chased. Out of the ones I remember, there's the wolves, the dragon-faces, the Ood, the tall ginger blue suit man, the crazy man, the scuba suit man, the living toys and ornaments, and at some point I think there was the gas mask children. The only non-chasing ones I remember are the getting run over while Harry Potter teaches me broomstick skills, playing Quidditch in the playground, the gas mask friends on the table, the house party and last night's one which also included a no-hair section of a hospital that had a picture of the Powerpuff Girls in it.
Lastly, I have a dress with guns on it.

Cluds

2010-05-11T11:09:00.000-07:00

Which of course means clouds. Outside, the sky's blue, but there's this random black cloud floating about. It's not even that big a cloud. It looks like a guy smoking a pipe.

Again, didn't do much today. We started doing about the Universe in Physics, and I was surprised to see how many people didn't know the name of the Hubble Telescope. It's been on the Simpsons.
In English, Pegum was back - which of course meant she made us do more cutting and sticking work, but I still managed to get some real work done on my Gothic story. Then we watched more of The Woman In Black, and it was quite creepy, because there was an invisible kid running around and laughing at the guy, and he went running about like a crazy man.
In Maths we did bearings, which I don't understand at all. I don't even get the point of them - Ferneyhough says it's for directions, but people manage to find their way to places without whipping out their protractor and compasses most of the time. Bearings are the mathematics of 19th century sailors.

Didn't do much at lunch time except tell Chloe off for spending 15 minutes washing her hands and then moaning that her hands were slimy and washing them again. She's turning into a germophobe.
In PE we did Tennis again. I managed to serve it properly a few times, but I did some spectacular misses, which was alright since me and Chloe were playing Alex and Sara, who were trying to double serve it, by Sara hitting the ball to Alex who tried to catapult it backwards over her head at us. And then it rained and my hands went purple because I was cold.
We had a farming competition in Biology. Me, Chloe and Cameron were Farm B (we wanted to be Farmer Bs, but Reedy didn't heard us right) after Cameron tried to get our farm to be called Cameron. We were supposed to be growing sweet potatoes, and we had to pick five different things off a list to do to our crops to enhance them. Then Reedy told us different situations and we had to add or take off potatoes. We wanted to lose originally, but about halfway through we decided we didn't, so it was quite good when we only came second to last. Neither myself, Chloe or Cameron like sweet potatoes.

boring boreingboreds

2010-05-10T12:25:00.000-07:00

I am bored. Quite so, as it happens. Very bored.

This morning . . . first period was RS. We talked about morals again. We were saying if, when you have to save some people, is it fair to save only people from your own country? Like if you're trapped in a burning room with someone who's the same age, gender, mental and athletic ability as you but French, what makes them more worth saving? Well what makes us more worth saving if we're the same as them?

Second period was Design, and someone pushed the teacher. This teacher incidentally (I don't know his name) has now decided that whenever something isn't where he thinks it should be, one of us has stolen it. He put the projector remote down on the side and two minutes later was going round shouting,
"WHICH OF YOU STOLE MY REMOTE? WHERE IS IT, I WANT IT NOW!" He needs to take a chill pill. We're not all scallies like the papers would have you believe.

Third period was Dance - well, it was Rounders again. We were out in the freezing cold and the rain, and since we have to wear the summer stuff now, I got so cold that my arms ached and my hand went red and purple. They are so mean to us - why couldn't we have played unihoc in the sports hall? That gives you more exercise.

Lunchtime was boring. We got locked out of the form room by Astronomy guy. He has very squeaky shoes, that make a loud noise when he moves, which can be very annoying when he's walking round the room you're in when you're trying to do a GCSE exam.

Fourth period was Geography. More boring stuff, apart from when Hannah got angry when I reminded her of the time when I drew a moustache on the poster in the back of her planner in Year 7. She wouldn't have known if the pen hadn't shone in the light.

Fifth period was English. I got sent to sit on the other side of the room for talking quietly and helping Chloe - LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE WAS DOING. We're writing stupid Gothic stories. I bet it's going to be our assessment.

Sparkles and sparkles and sparkles

2010-05-09T08:19:00.000-07:00

The sparkles in question are on my toenails. They are now bright, blood red and glittery. I really can't keep myself away from shiny things. I might go and live in a house made of tin foil and filled with gaudy jewellery, precious gemstones and sequins. I'd probably buy a pet rat if it was shiny and silver.

So anyway, we didn't go to see Four Lions yesterday. Mum says we might go on Orange Wednesdays instead. Still, I watched Battle Royale on youtube. Chilling stuff, but very well done. Tatsuya Fujiwara is good at crying over dead people - even though in Death Note it was him who killed his girlfriend, even if it didn't look like it.

So yesterday, me and Mum made cakes. Little lovely chocolatey cakes, full of chocolate and little Jordan's Frusli bars bits.

dun dun DUNNN TINTIN

2010-05-08T06:45:00.000-07:00

I have been reading Tintin again. I'm currently reading the Tintin's Moon Adventure one, that has Destination Moon and Explorers on the Moon. I forgot just how funny Captain Haddock is. And I never realised quite how xenophobic he is either.

I haven't been up to much today. Mum went out to her Spanish lessons and I've been lounging around. Had some soup for lunch - I very nearly did it all by myself, I jsut need to get the knack of opening the tricky little tin by its ring pull, because I'm not good with can openers.

I think me and Mum are going to bake some cakes later, and then tonight we're going to see that Four Lions film - you know, the controversial one about terrorists. I've heard clips and they're quite funny.

In other news, I'm wearing actual proper tights for the first time since I was about five. Proper ones with feet in. It feels strange, like I'm wearing socks but not wearing socks.

Windykindy

2010-05-07T11:12:00.001-07:00

That's wind as in the kind that blows, so it's like windy (wooosh) kih-n-dee. Windykindy. And for some reason I'm swaying my head backwards and forwards like a snake.

So, what have I done today? I don't know, let me remember. I remember.
First thing this morning was Chemistry, and we were doing colourings. It would have been good if it was like colouring in things, but it was about food colourings. We didn't have food colourings though, so we did chromatography with those Berol felt tip pens. You draw a line on some chromatography paper in pencil, then do a dot (a reasonably sized one) along the line, dip the paper in water so that the water doesn't quite come up to the line, leave the paper in the water and watch. Basically the colours separate out as they go along, or stretch up the paper like those British Gas flame things. Cameron's did that. Mine went pretty colours and moved up the paper.
We were also talking about the election. At the start of the week I wasn't too bothered, but I spent most of today condemning the Tories.

We ended up going sort of group-like, sort of,
"Ew you Tory, don't like you, I'm staying with my Labour friends today." and outside maths, everyone was trying to see into the Sixth Form centre to watch the TV and find out who'd won.

In French, we did more boring translating. This time though, I incorporated some German, and started on my list of German Things To Say. Let me just find some of them. Ah, here's two of my favourites (remember this is roughly translated);
"Hast du nicht lieben fur mich?" and
"Aufweckst du mich." I'm not telling you what they mean. My favourite I've decided not to put on here, even though it was actually an example in a dictionary - the Collins German Dictionary; Complete and Unabridged. It was massive. One of the examples in it was,
"Jesus was made out to be a Communist." oh fine! I've decided I'll put my favourite one on here, which I only saw by chance while flicking through.
"Sie geilt die Manner auf." It's quite funny.

I felt kind of sorry for our cover teacher in German today. I don't know what his name is, but he's normally our Design teacher. We'd all been waiting for him to arrive, just having a chat. Then he walked in and everyone burst out laughing. None of us were sure why. Spent the rest of the lesson doing my work, arguing about politics with Chloe, Meghann and Zoe, and telling Ryan that he was Konrad from the first page of Unit 5; Meine Familie to annoy him.

At lunchtime, me and Chloe chilled in her form room again. At one point I think Chloe threw a carrot stick out of the window. It didn't hit anyone, but then she accidentally threw a cucumber slice at me. I think it was accidental anyway.
We got bored after a bit, so I wrote a nice message and threw it out of the window. It said,
"To you, JESUS is the light of the WORLD. FOLLOW HIM UNTO THE LIGHT! Love your favourite priest xxx" I'm not sure who the favourite priest is. Is it the Pope? Or is he like too important to be a priest?

Period four wasssss HISTORY. I remember. History. We were doing the Treaty of Versailles AGAIN. But we're nearly finished with the Treaty. We're doing an assessment on it now, and I've pretty much finished mine anyway. Sexton went through the questions with us in the lesson, and told us what we needed to do to get more marks.

Period five was Maths. Eurgh. That is what Maths is. Eurgh. We were doing about percentage increase and decrease questions. It eventually turned into a discussion about house prices and the average wage after I pointed out that £95,000 was strangely cheap for a house. Ferneyhough has realised that while he expects high standards from us, we expect much higher standards from him. We can be a very difficult set at times.

Did Ma Cookiiinnggg

2010-05-06T11:05:00.000-07:00

So today was THE THURSDAY TO END ALL THURSDAYS. Ok, not quite but I did have to do my Japanese Food Tech cooking thing, which I was admittedly bricking it about. It didn't help that Mrs Hathaway decided to carry on her assembly on 'scoial responsibility' into the actual start of the lesson so that we had five minutes less than anyone who was wise enough not to go to Christian assembly (there isn't an atheist one, and we've tried to get a Jewish one but it didn't work).
When we did get there, I got one of the battle-calmness things, like what medieval soldiers used to get before the Battle of Bosworth and were just like,
"Yeah, I can do this. Choppin' heads is easy." You know? So I cooked and I did some more cooking, cooked some more, and voila! I had a ridiculous amount of rice, some thinly sliced beef and a soy, mirin and white wine sauce. And some sliced onions. I'm good at slicing onions and raw meats.
At some point during the lesson though, Henry started cooking chilli, so everyone in the room was coughing really badly, and he couldn't get the window next ot him to open. And Meghann chose a dish that took and hour and a half to cook. We have one hour long lessons, and there's not an hour and a half even if you go into breaktime.

In French, we did some translating of things. Me and Chloe also did trying to make phrases from the dictionary, such as 'tu ne veux pas moi?' which is as near as we could get to 'don't you want me?'
Did a reading test in English on the computers. Finished that and had some spare time, so I designed some Nike iDs on the net. I was quite pleased with them, even when I subconsciously designed a pair identical to the ones I own. When I earn a proper proper wage I'm going to buy like five more pairs.

At lunchtime, me and Chloe heard some people playing Busta Rhymes' I Know What You Want. She thought I was joking when I said I liked it. Chloe does not know about my history with hip hop. What a shame. I have many roots. I might even know more about hip hop and rap than the people at school n dats bcuz im a propah badman gee. yh safe $$$$$$

ICT we were doing our Net FM things again, and I was making a flyer. I can't remember all the details, but some of the presenters happened to be Dizzee Rascal, Ian Brown, Krafty Kuts, Jaguar Skillz, Andre 3000, Madonna and Chris Rock. Oh and a guy called James Greg, who I made up as a rip off of Greg James off Radio 1.

In Games it was House Badminton. I was paired with Sarah S because we were doing doubles. She said I did very well and that I served really well, but she's just ridiculously nice to everyone at all times. On the ski trip I asked if I could come in her room because nobody else was back, and she let me join in her foot bath. I was a bit off form today, I think. Oh and Keiley was trying to teach me the - ohhh I don't know the name - it's that cowboy dance off Hannah Montana. I think she wants to teach every single girl in the year. This may involve a flash mob at some point.

I'm not wearing socks right now, so I can't tell you which ones I was wearing, but my toenails are still nice and sparkly silver. I love silver. It's so sparkly. . .

Wed Nes Day

2010-05-05T11:37:00.000-07:00

I was back back back at school again. I felt like crying though this morning when I realised I'd make it into school. I had such a relaxing day yesterday!!!

So in school was alright really. Same as normal. Warren was wrestling Alfred in the form room (Alfred said he won but Warren had him pinned down for ages).
Then it was House Assembly, and Mrs Hathaway (there's two, so it's for possible future reference) was giving us a talk about how we are lucky to have a House system. I just kept thinking of the Yorkshire Zulu. White Rose, White Rose! White Rose, White Rose! Oh, it's funny. I don't know what it's got to do with House systems though.

Then in Chemistry we were supposed to be looking at emulsions - namely milk. We were meant to be tasting them before we looked at them under the microscope, but they suddenly looked all wrong and nasty. I stuck to playing with the microscope to make it work properly.

In History we had some woman coming for an interview teaching us. She told me off for trying to fix my pen. But then apparently while Sexton's off on maternity leave we'll have either Moustache Jones (deputy head guy) or Big P (the headmaster) for History from half term this year to Christmas in Year 10. AAARGH PLEASE NOT BIG P!!!

Maths was sort of confusing as usual, but I did some circle things and sort of understood what I was doing, which is progress. If I completely understand something, the moment someone asks me to explain it I'll forget what it is.

In German Bok made us do our end of unit tests in the space of ten minutes. I think I did alright with mine. One of my favourite German phrases is 'Was kaufst du damit?' Even when the robot woman on the recordings for the listening exercises says it, it sounds a bit like she's angry.

Then last of all, we had Art. We've finished our Nina - ahem, Monet or whatever projects, so we were told to go back to what we'd been doing before Bennett pointlessly tore us away from our personal Art projects. I'm doing surreal monstery things, so I drew this picture:
as you can see it's Steve the Ocean Man. He's moonwalking. Yeaaaahhh.

So um, that's pretty much it. Oh, and I'm wearing my golden leopardy socks today.

Ok . . I was off again

2010-05-04T13:05:00.000-07:00

I believe I mentioned that I had a migraine yesterday? Had another one today.
I woke up feeling a bit out of it, but then I always do. Wasn't feeling any better by the time I got downstairs, so I had some pills before I went to school.
School wasn't that much better - even though they knew I had a migraine, and I don't blame them for it, because I was just trying to stay out of the way, but everyone kept being loud. Warren gave me a head massage (he likes to give people head massages. He fancies himself a hairdresser) and made me have one of his Capri-Suns. Denny asked if I'd had any paracetomol (is that how you spell it? I'm not too accustomed to talking about drugs using their proper names) and then Sarah gave me another head massage.
By the time we went to period one - Physics - I wasn't feeling any better. It was getting worse. I sat at one end of the room with Chloe and got down to some work on isotopes and half-lives of really old bits of uranium. Something like that. Zoe said that Toy Story is not a masterpiece. Pfft.

So at break I really wasn't doing too well with the lights and loud noises, so I went to the office and waited there until Mum came to get me. Zen I went home and spent the rest of today wearing my hoodie and red sunglasses again, with all the blinds in the living room pulled shut. Mum thinks I'm turning into a vampire.

Tralafavashababala

2010-05-03T13:07:00.000-07:00

Do you like my word? It's one of those words you can apply to several different contexts. The only problem is that I'm not sure what those contexts are yet.

Sooooooo, today me and Chloe went to the Trafford Centre to do some shopping. I was going to buy a skirt, but I couldn't find a good one, and I saw a cool top in H&M that had a funny face on it, but I talked myself out of buying it since I have to save up for Japan.
Since Chloe's parents were there too, to take her little borther to the cinemas, we met up for lunch and I had a jacket potato. Hahahaha spud. That's a funny word.

After that we went to book tickets for the cinema ourselves - we went to see Kick Ass. But since it's a 15 certificate, we were a little worried about if we'd be asked for ID (I've been asked for ID before - what kind of ID would a 15 year old have? 'Cuz nobody randomly walks round with their passport, right? And a 15 year old doesn't have a driver's licence) even though both of us have gotten into 15s easily. The woman at the desk did ask us, but we got past alot smoother than I was imagining. Chloe actually will be 15 this year, and she forgot that she had to change the month of her birthday instead of the year (I did though - 4/1/199'5') because I don't think either of us could have passed for 16.

When that was finished we all went home and I was dropped off back at mine. By this point I'd noticed a blurred C shape in my vision that appeared when I tried to focus. At first I thought I was going blind, but when the throbbing pain set in I realised it was just a migraine.
Had some pills, had a lie down (I hate doing that, it's so boring) and now, apart from a slight aversion to light which has made me wear my red sunglasses again, I'm fine.

Oh and my socks today are black, but they have white hearts on them and then two pink ones on my ankles. I really don't know why I talk about my socks but I like to.

Forgot to mention, me and Chloe went in John Lewis and tried out the sofas. I sat on one and the seat bit moved.

I Can't Feel My Fingers

2010-05-02T06:06:00.000-07:00

Seriously, I can't. My room was really hot so I opened a window and turned the fan on. Now I'm quite cold but I can't be bothered turning it off.

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, there was seriously nothing to talk about. I was thinking and thinking like, 'Come on, talk about something!!!' but my mind went completely blank. So I'm here today instead.

Tomorrow I'm going out shopping with my mate Chloe. I'm not going to be spending that much because I need to save up for the Japan trip - not to mention the Year 9 Alton Towers reward trip we're meant to be going on shortly before the end of the year. I'm just going to buy one or two things, and then I'm going to lock my purse, even though the pound is strogner than the yen at the moment - I checked on my little thingy I have on my desktop background thing.

There, I put a jacket on. I feel a bit warmer now. I might go downstairs and have lunch in a bit. I'm hungry.

Now, there's actually been a long pause between this paragraph and the last one, because after I finished that sentence, my phone went because Mum had made us some dinner; cheese on toast, to be specific. So we were eating our cheese on toast and watching Porco Rosso, a Studio Ghibli film about this sea plane pilot who's also a pig. Strangely enough, nobody really finds the idea of him being a pig-man the slightest bit strange.

Coldplay are on the radio. Nothing like a bit of greasy-hatted crooning to make you feel depressed.

Easy Day

2010-04-30T10:56:00.000-07:00

We had an easy day at school today. There was a CCF field day, so loads of people were gone. Usually, just the Army section go since it's harder for the RAF section to get places on the planes, but they went off orienteering while the Army were all camping in some field overnight.

In Geography, we just did colouring in maps and making posters about the football World Cup. Not anything interesting - well, it is Geography. What do you expect?
In French, we were going to go to the Language Lab since it was our slot (essentially it just means watching the Incredibles in French, as I believe I've mentioned) but one of the other classes robbed us!! AAAARGH!!! So we went back downstairs, because Crane (he's the French teacher. Saying the teacehr confuses me) was going to put it on the projector, but that didn't work so he streamed some TV off the internet. We ended up watching a strangely funny episode of In the Night Garden - has anyone else noticed that Upsy Daisy's hair stands up when she's surprised? I wowed everyone with my knowledge of the character names;
"WOTTINGERS!!! IT'S THE WOTTINGERS YOU IDIOTS!! OMIGOD IT'S THE TOMBLIBOOS!!"

In German we did some work, but not really that much. We talked about who was or wasn't taking German next year for a bit, then Bok (the German teacher) put that Jacob 2/2 show on. But in German. There was a guy dressed as Bo Peep on it.

At lunchtime, me and Chloe chilled in her form room again. Then after a bit, Saskia, Rosa, Paddy and Caolan came in. They were playing catch with a tennis ball, which Caolan decided to throw at the clock for some reason. It hit and the clock fell behind the lockers really loudly, so we all legged it as the two prefects outside came in.

Then in Music we were meant to be learning how to play Trenchtown Rock on Easynotes (when it's slowed down, the bass guitar section sounds like a funeral march) but Smith (normally it's Goodwin, but he's in Austria. I'm not sure why - it's something to do with Black Dykes) seemed to have given up after I informed her that none of us could read music. Ok, Hannah can - she plays a Euphonium, which she told me is like a clarinet or something - but she wasn't complaining. So I put Bob Marley on in my headphones and started reading this coolio new manga I found, called Battle Royale. Apparently when it was first released it was quite controversial.

In Maths, Ferneyhough put maths games on the board for us again, and we ended up playing countdown. I didn't get any of them. According to Chloe, in her set they got Rogers (their teacher) into a discussion on AIDS.

That's all for now.

Black Sheeps

2010-04-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

Things to say and talk about . . . erm . . .

First period today was Biology. We did about cloning today, more specifically about Dolly the sheep. We had to get into pairs and do a 'news report' on Dolly and what fusion cloning was. I went over to Chloe's table to do ours. We were going to be BBC news (I was Sian Williams, she was Bill Turnbull) but it lost some of the news report sincerity when I started writing cloned sheep in capital letters, so that Chloe had to shout them. After a while me, Chloe and Cameron just ended up making up bad (terrible) sheep puns. I don't think they were puns really. Just weird stuff.
Just a sec, I feel like there's ice cream all over my face. There isn't - FOOLED YOU HAHAHAHA!! Anywaayyyy . . .
Then we had French. The teacher gave out these vocabulary notebook things and I of course had one, what with my obsession with collecting them. I wrote some cool stuff on the front - I think I have it here;

On Chloe's I drew little versions of this guy, but dressed as different fruits - a pineapple, a banana, a lime and a strawberry if you're interested.

Then in English, we watched some more of The Woman In Black. No more good scary bits yet though, even though we asked to just watch the interesting bits.

At lunchtime, me and Chloe ate in her form room. Nobody else came in there for ages, and then suddenly two caretaker guys walked in carrying those huge notice boards with blue felt on them so you can stick pins in them. We watched in silence, a bit confused as they drilled into the wall, just occasionally pulling faces (us not the caretakers). Then two more guys came in and started messing with the computer! So I grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote 'Dear Person, Please Save Us, Lots of Love Issy and Chloe xxx' and threw it out of the window. It was picked up by Denny, Paddy, Caolan and Musa, who laughed. We tried to write them another message (We are hostages of the guy people - they have massive drills. That last bit was Chloe) and threw that out of the window, but it got stuck on the windowsill outside. We tapped at the glass and after about five minutes it fell off though. Caolan and Musa turned up at the classroom door, muttered,
"You lied!" and shuffled off somewhere. They won't have taken it seriously, because from what I've seen of hostage programs, they generally shoot you before you have time to write a message and throw it out of the window while laughing and waving like idiots.

Then the whole afternoon was Games. Time for Badminton. I don't generally like Badminton - in fact, I think I may have mentioned hating it once - but today I was quite good at it, and I was having a good time. Mind you, I take myself alot less seriously than I did last year, so I'm not bothered about missing the shuttlecock when it goes somewhere really easy for me to hit. Chloe was on form too, so we won alot of our games. I think we won all of them, but at some point in one of our matches the score changed from 5-2 to us to 9-4 to the other team.

And zere you 'ave eet. Zat vas meine day, und zees ees zer langvage uff European. Nicht Franje, nicht Deutsch, nicht Spensh, bat a meextoore uff awl sree.
Socks today are leopards. They look like the other leopard ones, but the patch is dark brown, with black circly things with white and gold bits in the middle. I'm not sure . . .

German Words

2010-04-28T08:48:00.000-07:00

In German today, me, Chloe, Henry and Cameron - with the occasional help from Iqra - were looking up German words. I won't say what most of them are (what kind of words do you think we looked up?) but 'farbentferner' is not a word in some German dictionaries. At least it's not what we thought it was. My current favourite is faustdick (not quiiiite sure how to spell it) which means 'crafty one'.

We did this SOSCA test thingy today. Two tests actually, and the first one was in Chemistry this morning. It was one on the computers. When you gave your details and logged into the thing, it said
"example questions; click on the bird." there was a crocodile, an ostrich, a cat and something else on the page.
The real questions, however, were a bit different.
"What is an abiotic factor?" is one of the ones I remember. I'd never heard the term before today - that's like Year 11 stuff.

Did another one in Maths as well. That was really confusing - the questions were phrased weird as well, like
"20% is 8." and then an answer box next to it. That took all my logic to work out what the question meant (though working it out was quite easy mentally. The number is 40 I think (8/2= 10%. 10%=4 so 4x10=40) right?) We still have an English one to do. I'm bursting with joy.

In RS we were doing morals again, and how a person's ethics and upbringing affects what they judge as moral or immortal. The teacher was telling us a story to prove how you can't expect to know all the details. I'll tell you what I remember of it:
There is a disease called SARA spreading through the world. It kills you after 7 days if you catch it, and one doctor and his wife invent a suppository cure called BEN, with an 100% success rate. The only problem is that the cure is in short supply, because it takes 14 days to make and costs £1000 to make. the doctor is selling his cure for £100,000.
One day, a man goes to the pharmacists' to buy the cure, because his wife has just caught SARA. He talks to the doctor, but the doctor informs him that there is only one cure left until the next batch comes - the last pill is on a cushion in the window. The man says that he can give the doctor £50,000 right now if he sells everything he owns. The doctor says no.
The man goes out doing all the jobs he can find, even the really sick and nasty ones that nobody would willingly do. He comes back on the third day of his wife's sickness and tells the doctor he has £60,000 now. The doctor still refuses him. The man goes back out and does more jobs, but the doctor won't let him take it for £89,000 even though he's promised to keep on doing all the jobs he's doing to get the last £11,000.
So on the night of the fifth day, the man has had enough. He goes to the pharmacists at night, and breaks in because the doctor and his wife are upstairs having a row and making alot of noise. He steals the pill, goes home and gives it to his wife, who is completely cured by the next morning.

Then we were asked if we thought if it was right or wrong for the man to steal the pill. I said yes, it was morally right, because most people would do anything to save their loved ones. The teacher told us some more of the story.

The next morning, the man is driving to work when he sees a man sat in the road, crying his eyes out. The man gets out of his car and gets the crying man off the road. He asks what's wrong and the crying man replies that he had been going to get the last BEN pill for his sick daughter, but the pharmacy had been robbed and he was going to have to tell his daughter that she was going to die.

We were asked again. I still said it wasn't bad for him to have stolen the pill, because sure it's bad that some kid had to die, but he'd never known these people in his life had he? When people die every day, and it's your flesh and blood against a stranger, you're more likely to want to save your own. He didn't know about the other family. We got told the last bit of the story then.

The man goes home to his wife that evening, acting normal. She tells him that she's so happy to be cured so that she can have the last two months of her life back - he is 60, and his wife is 89 and dying of cancer.
the man also actually heard the row between the doctor and his wife. The doctor's wife had just announced that she had SARA. The doctor wanted to get the pill from downstairs for her, but she told him that he had promised the pill to the man with the six-yeaar-old sick daughter. The doctor replied that his wife needed it more, because she had nearly finished her work on a cure for cancer. The man heard all of this and still stole it.

Alot less people sided with the man this time. If he knew that his wife wouldn't live that long anyway, and that he was condemning a child and a woman who could save millions of other people to death, I would think that's wrong. Even when it's a loved one, when millions of other people are at stake everything changes a bit.

And I've already told you about German. Did some work on the Treaty of Versailles and people who lost land after WWI in History.

I've finished that The Way of Shadows book. I realised I'd been saying the wrong name for a while.

You're My Wife Now

2010-04-27T12:18:00.001-07:00

My wife says there is a block in your toilet, Dave.

As you can probably tell, I've been watching more of the League of Gentlemen. Just watched the Papa Lazarou one. I might dress up as him, you know, for Hallowe'en. It's either him, Pee Wee Herman or a carton of milk.

Ooh, what have I been up to today? Nothing in Physics. That was rubbish - I couldn't log onto the computer so I helped Chloe with her work. I admit that was more making the Powerpoint pretty and coming to an amazing realisation - which I shall tell you about later.
English was . . . ok. We watched more of the film of The Woman In Black. There was this bit where he was on the moors and he turned round, and SHE WAS THERE!! And it zoomed in on her face and her eyes were all freaky like this:
And she started walking toward him so he legged it inside the old house. I read the book really really quickly (I just read the scary bits) so I know what happens now. No more of this suspense rubbish. She's got a cool hat though.

In maths we did some ridiculously hard sums. I'm not kidding, the teacher just put stuff on the board like 25x3-41+45% /6789+34x2-98 and said,
"If Year 8 can do it, you can do it." I couldn't. I just got confused. Then he made us do this square thing, where there were eight boxes making a square, and at the right end of the top row it said = 18, at the bottom row it said = -2, on the underneath of that one it said =0 and on the underneath of the bottom left square it said =13. We had to use all the numbers of 1 - 8 only once each to make the answers work. I nearly had it, but the teacher wouldn't let me put a 9 in.

At lunchtime, me, Chloe, Sara, Alex, Kymalee and Warren played tig. I am the queen of tig - if I do say so myself. I only got tigged once, and that lasted 10 seconds. The ground was base, so we were sitting down really quickly when the person who was it came at us. My shoes came off on the grass while I was running, so I went back to pick them up while Warren was it. He was just suddenly really close, and I dived (I tripped over my own feet) and went flying about two feet across the ground out of his way. And hurt my hip.

We did tennis in PE. I hate tennis with a passion. I have tried to learn to play it, but it's one of those things that just don't work for me. I've essentially reverted to giving it a bit of a go, but just hitting it as far as I can. Not even serving, because I miss the ball. the teacher saw me being pathetic and tried to help me - and I'd already told her it wasn't any use, so I went quite childish and stubborn and was purposely rubbish. The thing is though, whenever you try to prove something, it goes wrong. All the rest of the time, I'd been terrible, but when the teacher threw me the ball I hit it every time. I'm not being enthusiastic about it though - I'd rather snip off my eyelids and stare at the sun than watch tennis. It's insanely boring.

In Biology we were doing about sexual and asexual reproduction. We learnt that only a few people can't roll their tongues, and only a few people in my class have widow's peaks, and they were all boys (and still are, in case it sounds like I've given them a brutal sex change). And also, we found out having attatched earlobes were recessive, and so was a cleft chin - well, it's a bum chin really - and Meghann has both of them.
I also found out that Komodo Dragons are alot bigger than I thought they were. I thought that without their tails they were like a metre long, but apparently they're like three or four metres long or something like that. Like bigger than me. That's crazy.

And now, for my life-changing revelation that I mentioned to you earlier!! Do a drumroll on your desk or whatever you're sitting at - your lap maybe, or someone else's lap (ask them first though). I was thinking that there must be three holy trinities, and I only knew two of them; sex,drugs and rock'n'roll, and the father, the son and the holy spirit. So today, after telling Chloe about this thing my Mum told me (about that guy who gets Terry's All Gold, a Frankenstein mask and some Grrr aftershave for Christmas) I realised what the third is, and made the ULTIMATE TRINITY!! It is:
Sex, Frankinsense and the Holy spirit
See? Right, right? Am I right?

I'd give you a sock update but I'm not wearin any socks right now, and I can't remember what the ones I was wearing before look like.
Also, is it just me, or do other people get a mortal fear of being shot whenever a car goes past?

Moonday

2010-04-26T11:19:00.000-07:00

It should be called moonday. And the moon is out all day.
It was all cloudy before, but now it's nice and sunny. A really bright blue, the kind you get when you go above the clouds in a plane and remember that the sun does shine, albeit very invisibly sometimes.

I had this weird - well, I was awake so it wasn't a dream really - thing last night. I was lying there, and you know when your hair moves and it feels like there's something on it? Well I got that, and then I felt my hair and it was all tangled so I thought there was a spider web on it, so I shook my head for ages to get the spider off and then I just sat up for a while, because I thought there were spiders under my pillow and I didn't to touch it because the spiders would go and me and they'd go in my mouth.

Yet again, I didn't get up to much today. First lesson was RS. We had a test - quite an easy one really, since the teacher hadn't wanted to give us one but got forced by the headteacher, so he's already gone through all the questions with us in previous lessons. OOH THE MOON IS LOW!! I CAN SEE IT OVER THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE ACROSS FROM ME!! That's really low. And it's still really daytimey - shouldn't it be asleep? Or on the other side of the planet?

Didn't do much in Design. We're supposed to be making pop-up toys, but I can't use a saw on a straight line, let alone cutting out interesting shapes. There was some weird box that a sixth former had probably made, with a really cool guy who looked like a Storm Trooper, and 'CAPRICA' written over his head. I'm not sure what the thing was, but it looked good.

In Dance we did rounders. Unfortunately our normal teacher wasn't in, so we had our Physics teacher, who left the playing to us, since she didn't know the rules. When I went up, the bowler from the other team threw the ball at my body (which is a no-ball) so I didn't move - except to get out of the way of the ball. So then half their team marched over and started having a go at the teacher. When we persuaded her that I deserved another go, the next bowler told me I was out because he threw the ball and I wasn't there. You don't throw the ball when there isn't a batter there. But then they threw the ball, I hit it a long way and ended up getting a rounder and a half for my team. And Meghann and Sarah tackled me to the ground as a thank you present when I'd got all the way round.
The game kind of deteriorated (did I say that right? I always get confused with it) after we'd all finished batting. The other team were messing about and had thrown both balls we used over the fence, and nobody went to get another one. We tried to get them to play, but they wouldn't so we all sat around for a bit. Then me, Saskia, Georgie and Rosa found a big worm in the grass. We tried to pick it up with the rounders bats but that didn't work. Rosa found a stick to take it to 'somewhere safe' - this ended up with her throwing the worm about ten feet in the air, which I'm imagining is going to leave more than a few bruises.

At lunch time there was a mouse on the ground floor of the Science Block. I'd been upstairs in Chloe's form room eating my lunch, and we saw out of the window that there was this massive crowd of people gathering round by the doors. Assuming that it was a fight, I went down to look and see if it was anyone I knew. Then there were all people pointing at the floor and making gagging noises, so I looked down and saw it - I thought it was moving dust though, until I saw its tail. It wasn't actually that big, about as big as one of those sugar mice things, and was really dark grey. I felt quite sorry for it really. If there hadn't been a massive crowd about, and my skin was impervious to bites, and I was immune to tetanus and rabies, I'd have probably picked it up, the poor thing. Next time I saw it, it was huddled in a corner with its head facing the wall, shaking a bit. That's the first time I've seen a real live mouse for real.

Geography was boring. Just some stuff about football.
In English I carried on reading that Into The Shadows book, by Brent Weeks. I've nearly finished it now.

That's pretty much it - except for my socks. I've decided I shall tell you about my socks as often as I remember to. Today they're same brand, different species odd socks. They're both black ones with the animal patterns on the bottom, but my left foot is a tiger and my right foot is a leopard. Now I'll be able to hop really fast on one foot.

Sheepy Magna

2010-04-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

Sorry I didn't do a post yesterday - I forgot. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have told you - you know, because in dancing when they get a move wrong, they just carry on so nobody notices.

I was in Bosworth with my grandma, Lucy. It looks exactly the same as all the other times I've been there, except now there's a flatscreen TV. But that might have been there last time. I don't know.
I tried to play chess with Lily this morning, but she was paying more attention to the TV - though of course I can't blame her for finding how to put plants in old shoes more exciting than chess.
She's drinking warm milk right now. Like what babies have. I can't help but find it incredibly repulsive. It's just weird.

Ooh, just watched the newest Doctor Who episode. They said the Dalek one was the 'defining episode of Matt Smith' somewhere, but it wasn't. I liked this one though, the one with the Weeping Angels.
I won't say what happened just in case anyone ever reads this who hasn't seen it (in which case you'd probably be outside the UK, which would be amazing) but I do like the Weeping Angels. Vair good.

Hmm . . . I'm gonna go now, I'm watching some films.

OMFG!! It's Friday!!

2010-04-23T09:45:00.000-07:00

That's 'flipping' for those of you who think that I'm a foulmouthed heathen - and is it good that your dirty minds immediately think of that when I say OMFG? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Hmm. Not much of a sock update, cuz they're just plain black today.
Ooh, just noticed something. Because my clock-radio thingy has gone all weird where it only works at a certain volume (quite loud). And sometimes, the connection goes in such a way where if I go to a certain place in my room it does this loud buzzing noise. If I lift my left leg right up now . . . . yes. It sounds like a fart through a Darth Vadar voice changer. I've had to roll across the floor when I'm getting dressed sometimes so I can listen to it without the buzzing.

Chloe and Meghann weren't in today. I was left all on my own! Oh, my radio's doing the white noise sound now. It's gone. ANYWAY, I was by myself, tired and bored today.
Did some stuff about how you harden vegetable oils to make stuff like Bertolli (if you're sad enough to be genuinely interested, you add hydrogen) and double bonds and things.
Period two was French . . . didn't do much then either, but I found out that my mate Mariam can make sort of origami roses out of long ribbons. In German, vi ar (oh, that's Swedish, but it's the closest I can get to an accent in written words) doing zer Taschengeld, und der Nominativ und Akkusativ cases, eg:
Issy geht in den Friseursalon (Issy is going/goes to the hairdressers). This is accusative, because there is movement - I am going somewhere.
Issy ist in der Friseursalon (Issy is in the hairdressers). This is nominative, because there is no movement - I am already there.

In History we got put into 5 groups to re-enact the Peace Conference at the end of World War 1, except we let Germany come to ours. My group - me, Henry, Mariam, Nairah and Danial, were Britain. We all had to say who or what we blamed for the war, if it could have been prevented, and if people were to blame, how they should be punished. The general consensus in the end was that we all liked Germany more than Italy. That could have been the entertainment value provided by Sarah's German accent - though as Cameron (Team Italy) pointed out, it was a French accent. Italy just moaned about how we'd promised them land, and how it wasn't fair that they were being criticized after helping us. They kind of got shouted down though when everyone started calling them glory hunters. Britain came at the end, and Henry did our speech. He went round every single table/country, having a go at everyone ("Not you, France, you're all right") until he got to Germany and called them disgraceful, and Saskia said his mum was disgraceful. At least it broke up the tension between Germany and Italy; they were having an incresingly heated mini-debate.
In maths, the teacher was making us do revison. Proper revision. We only did Pythagoras' Theorem and Trogonometry today, but I kind of understood what was going on, which could be a good or bad thing.

In other news, I'm about 10 votes off the top 15 in the Fashion Show. 4 days and some hours until this week's winners are revealed, and I have 45 votes.
That's all for today, I suppose. Unless a meteor lands close by, just far away enough that my house isn't damaged.

Socks?

2010-04-22T11:39:00.000-07:00

Yet again, another random title. Relevant titles are soooooo last week.
Hmm, what to say, what to say . . . I'm updating this from my Nana's house! A different bed to rest my tired feet upon!

Not much happened in Food Tech. Next lesson (two weeks from now) we have to bring in our ingredients and do the ASSESSMENT PRACTICAL!!! We all picked a country and researched it - surprise surprise, I chose Japan. I'm going to do Gyudon (beef on rice) since it was all I could find out of the recipes I'd compiled that I was sure could be prepared within an hour, even with my under-pressure violence. Trust me, it's not pretty. My temper goes onto a hair trigger, which generally isn't good when I'm carrying a knife and a bowl of hot water. Just my luck then that the guy who works on the station next to me is really good at it. I think he sleeps in the fridge at his house. He's probably even made of food - his only weakness is my extraordinary skill at slicing up raw meat. I am the epic slicer of raw chickens.

Nothing much in French. Me and chloe embarrassed ourselves because I made us go up to the front to show everyone our presentation on how to make comparisons in French. I just held up a sign that said 'PLUS' on one side and 'MOINS' on the other. Our problem was that we'd made this beautiful sign, but didn't have a presentation to go with it. I just wanted to show everyone the sign.

English . . . . zzzzzzzzzz. We've just started reading The Woman In Black by Susan Hill. I read ahead so I could at least finish the book before the teacher and her dreaded constant talking could get to me. then we watched the start of a performance of it, which of course she talked through. I'm starting to wonder if she even needs to pause for breath in between the talking and trying to stress us out by making the constant assessments sound five times harder than they already are. She needs to use smaller words. Oh, and in other English news, I told Rachel who sits behind me what inclement meant. Actually, for a long time I was sure it was something to do with oranges.

Lunchtime was quite relaxed. Me and Chloe have managed to pick spots that stay football-free for at least half of lunch. Keiley joined us for a bit, and we asked her if she was a Mic-Jagger-naut (see Bowie, by Flight of the Conchords) and started singing,
"Do you smoke weed out in space Bowie, or do you smoke astroturf?" again, watch Bowie.

Period four was IT. We're doing some crazy thing where we're pretending to be trainee producers for NET FM (which as I found out off the example business card in the instructions, is broadcast from Cheshire). We had to make logos today, and I was quite pleased with mine. It was a bright blue background, and hot pink writing saying NET and then this funky silver writing saying FM. And then I put these pictures in it:

Ok, these clearly aren't the type of thing you'd have in a classy logo, but I bring my own level of class to everything. Plus I needed something which took an hour - which was finding the modify thing to turn Madonna upside down, Ian Brown sideways, adjusting the eraser size so I could do the tricky bits when I rubbed out their backgrounds and showing Chloe where the rectangle tool was. If you consider that our previous GCSE IT syllabus involved learning to use Publisher, I'm

sure you can see that the standards we have to live up to aren't too high.

That's all for now.

Oh, quick sock update!! They're my black sparkly leopard socks today. But it's kind of outdone by the bright blue tights and purple tutu. Ooh, the fingers of my left hand are icy cold and I didn't realise until just now when I touched my arm and made myself jump.

Back to school AGAIN!!

2010-04-21T09:52:00.001-07:00

I felt better today (or rather, as long as I wasn't dying, Mum was going to send me in anyway) so I went back into school. Didn't really do much. Put some margerine and vegetable oil in boiling water and then bromine water to test for saturates.
In history we did some work on why WWI ended. I had to explain why I put the list of reasons in my own order of importance (USA joining the war, the Allies having better weaponry, the number of German casualties, the Ludendorff plan failing, the blockade of Germany and the Allied tanks breaking through enemy lines) and I made myself look like an idiot.
"And yeah, the Allies having better weaponry was important because, well it was important to have weapons, right? Then the Germans couldn't, like, fight or anything because most of them were dead, then they were really confused and annoyed because of that Ludendorff thing, and all the Germans were starving. And oh yeah, the tanks." not the height of my eloquence, I'm sure.
In maths we played a weird game. You had to get into teams of two or three, so I ended up with Cameron and Ben. We were CASOBEN!!! It's genius right? Each team had £200 pounds to start off with. We were companies who were selling items that cost £20 to make for around £50. Then you had to work out how much you spent on advertising and told the teacher, and he put it into this computer program that said how many items you sold and what your starting balance was for the next round. We came fourth out of eight groups.
Then at lunch, me and Chloe were discussing whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that her seven-year-old brother read aloud from books like. A. Robot.
Didn't really do much in German. Something about dative, nominative and accusative things. Why do I need to know these things for German? Nobody told me this when I was learning English, and I understand it alright.
Art was fun. The teacher keeps giving us our work back after we've finished it, so we turned the sheet over and drew pictures all over it. Me and Meghann drew eyes everywhere, and I drew a pretty Indian patterny sort of flower and a giant green smiling thing. I can't remember what Chloe drew, but at one point she drew a Celtic cross to explain what one was to Meghann. Then Henry drew the aliens from Toy Story and we drew beards and grass skirts on them. Then We wrote things. Chloe wrote 'Do you smoke weed or do you smoke astroturf?' it's from Bowie, by Flight of the Conchords.
After that, I came home, managed to turn my camera on, uploaded some software and now I'm here.

I'm trying to win the Fashion Show on mydivadoll.com YES Dad, I know basically what you're thinking. You get like 60 virtual quid for winning though, and a sash that says Miss OhMyDollz (they're really slowly changing the British version to look like the French version, because the company who owns the site is French) I enter all the time, and I think I've actually got an alright look going on.
This is the girl who won last week's competition:
I don't mean to be the jealous type (but I am, I can't help it). This is my current outfit - and I'm working on another one:
(just in case this comes out weird, I'm the one with blonde hair.

Sniff, sniff

2010-04-20T07:38:00.000-07:00

Had to have a day off school today because my throat was too sore. I think it's clearing up now, anyway.
Mum woke me up at the usual time and asked if I thought I could go to school today. I just shook my head and went back to sleep. Spent the next three hours or so in that half asleep phase where you spend so long trying to get to sleep you don't notice when you have, and the next thing you know is that you're still trying to get to sleep again.
Got out of bed at about ten past ten (cheered me up a bit to know I'd missed Physics) and watched the first new episode of Glee with Mum - a little disappointed 'cuz they'd said the first episode would be completely devoted to Madonna, and it wasn't. Maybe it's the next episode.
Started re-reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I dare not remember the amount of times I've already read it, but I want to read them all again.
Read that for a while (I'm up to where they find out that Malfoy's on the Quidditch team - and sorry if you haven't read the book, but I'm going on the perfectly logical assumption that you've read the books and/or seen the films) and then I came on here. Checked up on some stuff and came to write this.
I'm listening to The Rub: The Motherf**king remix - right now it's on Old Dirty Bastard (and I'm going on the loophole that that's his name, so ha!) I didn't like it at first, but the cd's grown on me. I was listening to A.Trak before.

SOCK UPDATE!!!: today's socks are that highlighter yellow colour, but with bright blue, white, green and highlighter orange stripes, and the toes and heels are brigth pink. Check out my socks y'all.

Oh, and my friend Chloe saw my new picture and called me a badman. That's not an insult, it means gangsta, for you philistines.

Didn't Know How Much I Missed You Until You Were Goooooonnnneeee!!

2010-04-19T10:26:00.000-07:00

I couldn't think of a title, so I typed in the chorus of a song that was playing. Please note, that's a stretched out 'Gone', not 'Goon'. I had a similar problem several years ago when I drew a picture of someone screaming, and someone asked,
"Why are they saying A, A, A, A, A, A?" I suppose I was in Year 3 at the time.

I think I might have volcanic-ash-itis. My throat is all gritty, and my nose has started running. It is highly unlikely to be hayfever since I don't suffer from it, and the only time I've been outside today is on the way to and from school. And my eyes aren't itching.
Ooh, there's a kind of yellowy cloud outside. No, it's grey. It looks a bit yellow though.

What shall I tell you about today? I know! I'll tell you about what I told Henry to freak him out.
We were discussing injections, and I told him that all the Year 9 boys were going to have to have a vaccine for prostate cancer at some point. And that vaccine would be injected into the prostate. And because having just some random doctor guy inject you, you have to get your dad to inject you - dads have seen it all before, right? He asked why we had had our HPV vaccines in our arms, and I told him girls have prostate glands in their arms.
He's smart, so I'm sincerely hoping he doesn't actually believe this. He looked kind of pale when I told him, and quite blank as well, so I couldn't be sure.

I've got sparkly socks on. They're like normal black socks, but on the bottom they have this cool leopard print pattern on them and it's all sparkly. I also have tiger, zebra and some other leopard ones. Possibly cheetah ones too.

OMIGOSH I JUST REALISED. Silly me. It's been cloudy all day, and I looked out at the sky not 20 minutes ago to give you all a fascinating commentary on the yellow (or grey?) cloud going past, and I didn't notice until now that the sky has cleared up!! Woo!

Did you know that aside from the face-tree opposite my window, there's another one. It reminds me of a man's leg. The body is all covered in leaves, but the pranches are all bare. Like on men's legs, they're all hairy, then you get to the foot, and they're alot barer and it's like, WTH?

Just gonna post this now and sit here. I feel like a hobo in this massive hoodie. It's really snuggly warm though, and I watched House in it before. That was funny. A crazy nurse accidentally hid a baby and two of the doctors got locked down in this huge storage room and took drugs. And then House had to be nice to this other guy, because he got stuck in a room with him and he was going to die in a few hours - not House, the other guy.
That's all for now folks!!

Ash

2010-04-18T11:17:00.000-07:00

Just a quick update on my previous post today. I'm at my Nana's house now, and on the way here, me and Mum noticed that the car had accumulated alot of dust since last night's trip to get a takeaway. Black dust, to be precise. Also, because the sky is starting to look a little bit weird, and my eyes feel like there's stuff in them (better now, because I just washed them). As well, the air tastes weird and I'm thirsty. And I can normally go a while without a drink, and I had a glass of water about an hour ago. It's the Ash, I tell you!
Mum reckons it's going to be like Day of the Triffids. It could be, but everyone's just going to get out of breath with their volcanic-ash-related respiratory problems after running a short distance, as opposed to being blind and easily tricked by evil nuns and disguised comedians.

AARGH!!

2010-04-18T08:11:00.001-07:00

I think I might have suddenly come on with blindness. Or maybe I'm a vampire. I don't know. Everything just looks strange. Not in an explainable way, just strange. And it's not like I'm suffering from lack of sleep, I got nearly 12 hours in.

Maybe if I shut all the windows and turn the sun off. Everything is kind of bright. I might go and lie down for a bit. Or not. I hate lying down for a bit. I'll end up doing something anayway. Whatever.
What do you do when you think there's something wrong with your eyes but your vision doesn't seem to be affected in any way? I'm not seeing wavy lines, and nothing's gotten darker. If anything, everything's got a little bit brighter. What does that mean? Tell me before I go and freak myself out by looking it up on Wikipedia. Is it terminal?
I had a scarf tied round my eyes before to stop the light getting in, but it kept falling off my face so I took it off. Ah well.
I really shouldn't go looking symptoms up. I got a stitch from running a long way once and started to think I had angina. And when my stomach rumbles I start thinking that the acid is overloading because I haven't created a new layer of mucus to protect myself, and I'm going to get dissolved by my own hydrochloric acid.
I think I will go and lie down for a bit. Bye bye.

Edit: I think I'm alright now. Had a lie down with a blindfold on for 20 minutes. I think I'm ok now. I might go and have some soup or some cheese and crackers.

Would you say it's big or small?

2010-04-17T04:24:00.000-07:00

My manga collection, silly! I keep wondering if, considering the amount of times I go on about manga, is my collection of books actually big enough to verify me as even a minor authority on the subject? Here's what I have;
.Hack AI Buster 2 by Tatsuya Hamazaka and Rei Idumi
.Hack Legend of the Twilight 1 and 3 by Tatsuya Hamazaki and Rei Idumi
Ark Angels 1 by Sang-Sun Park
Bleach 1 - 3 by Tite Kubo
Blood+ 1 by Asuka Katsura
Death Note 1 - 5 by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
D.Gray-Man 1 by Katsura Hoshino
Ghost Hunt 1 by Shiho Inada and Fuyumi Ono
XXXHolic 3 by CLAMP
Fushigi Yugi 1,4 and 15 by Yuu Watase
Gakuen Alice 1-4 by Tachibana Higuchi
Loveless 1-3 by Yun Kouga
Negima! 1-6, 11 and 14 by Ken Akamatsu
Warcraft Dragon Hunt 1 by Richard A. Knaak and Jae-Hwan Kim
Naruto 1 by Masashi Kishimoto
Rosario+Vampire 1 and 2 by Akihisa Ikeda

Compared to any other Manga fans who can easily get hold of the tankobon (I told you what they are yesterday I think) I don't know if that's a big or small collection. Altogether it's 40 tankobon. I think it's an alright-sized one, if you count the fact that I usually read alot of them on onemanga.com and I watch Bleach as an anime on bleachget.com
Ok, I've decided it's not small and not big. Obviously, it will get bigger though. I might buy a bookshelf, because I want to collect all of the Negima, Fushigi Yugi and Fruits Basket series (fun fact: Natsuki Takaya, the author of Fruits Basket is left-handed like me!) Thank you all for your patience and co-operation.

One more thing; would you say I put too many labels on my posts?

Filler time

2010-04-16T10:19:00.000-07:00

First, a little introduction, also a note to Dad;
I know what you said about my last post, but I can't think of anything in particular to write today.

Now, to business. Like I said, I can't really think of anything to write. The sun is blue, the sky is shining and it's a beautiful, beautiful day. The massive tree I can see from my window still looks like a massive face (I haven't mentioned this before, but it does and I think there are spies hiding in it, so I mouth things at them every now and then so they know I know they're there.)
Erm . . . let me see. I watched a bit of The Incredibles today. It was my French set's turn in the Language Lab, and since we're allowed to do anything as long as it's French, everyone watches 'Les Incroyables'. The annoying bit is that I still don't know what that French villain Bomb Voyage is saying, because he's speaking French.
I drew a picture - sorry, I mean 'took a photo' of Chloe being a weirdo outside a house - a 2D house with alot of 2D surroundings - and there was even a little video-recorded speech bubble above her head saying, "I am Chloe."
Lunchtime on the field (took me about five minutes to spell that just then) was dangerous, as usual. As I believe I have mentioned before, the boys like to play football right near to wherever the main Year 9 group chooses to gather for lunch. Today was nearly as dangerous as the time when Zoe's nose The boys kept kicking the football out of the pitch at the kind of trajectory that would make it land either on us, or in the middle of our little circle. I was saved about three times from losing my teeth when Zeeshan just managed to kick the ball away in the nick of time.

And in other news, I FINISHED DEATH NOTE! I have been borrowing the manga version from the school library for about a fortnight - not counting half-term, when I of course couldn't get to the library - and I got the 12th and final tankobon (book form of manga, since most manga is first published in huge magazines like Shonen Jump and Shojo Beat) out. I read it last night, and the ending is even better than the film version, but I won't give it away though, just out of fairness. I noticed that alot of the foreign - non-Japanese in this case - names in the story are quite weird, like Nate Rivers, Hal Lidner and Wedy. And it's not even names that you can write down easily in Japanese, cuz there's no way of writing 'wi' (When you say E like ee, it comes out as I like ih, in Japanese) for Wedy. The nearest you could get would probably be something like this:
Both of them say as close as I can get to Wedy. If you literally translate what I've put here, it says Ueji. Bearing in mind I'm not anywhere near fluent, so I'm just guessing since there's no 'ti', only 'chi' in Japanese.

Don't know what's going on with Radio One right now, but I'm digging the mash-ups, even though this Florence+Machine one sounds like she's high, so I'm getting a bit disorientated (is that a word?)

Something I realised today; if you had a TV drama where the main characters were all bananas (the fruit, not the madness) you would be watching a BANANARAMA!!!! It's brilliant, isn't it?

And lastly, I think I may be following a blog. I cannot for the life of me remember what it's about though. I just read it and clicked follow.

Ballet Nacional de Cuba

2010-04-15T09:58:00.000-07:00

Last night, I had to go to watch a ballet with Mum, Nana and Nana's mate Andrea. I used to like ballet when I was about eight, because the costumes were cool, but I don't any more. Still, I had to go.
Nana was all hyped up because she thought Carlos Acosta would be there, and she even had a little Cuban flag in her bag to wave - which she did whenever a dance was finished, cheering like she was at a concert.
I can't remember her name, could have been Saidis or something, but she was the main dancer for that evening. I don't think she was on top form though that evening, because she nearly tripped over her partners' feet from not looking where she was going, struggled to lift her legs up and was shaky when doing some of the moves. At one point she actually fell over. To be fair to her though, she just jumped back up and carried on going.
After the ballet had finished, Nana made us stay for this Q&A session with Alicia something-or-other, the famous woman who created the Cuban Ballet School thing. We were told beforehand that since English wasn't her first language, to keep the questions simple. The first question asked was so confusing that I couldn't understand it, and she said it in English! A woman a few rows back stood up and said translated it in fluent Spanish and then told us that she'd only asked if Fidel Castro had helped the school during the Cuban Revolution. She understood fine then. Some weirdo asked if there were any black women in the company, and Alicia just said 'I don't count them. I'm only bothered if they can dance or not.' which shut him up. Then a girl at the front asked if Alicia had any advice for new dancers, and the interviewer person (who made no effort to simplify the questions for Alicia) cut her off and started going on about how it was a stupid question. This woman who was on the stage with Alicia was a bit up herself anyway, because she kept cutting everyone off when they tried to speak, and couldn't even say Fidel - she called him Feedle, with that expression that people have when they think they've just pronounced a difficult word right.

School today was alright. We did some GCSEs a while ago - they only count for 12.5% of our full science GCSE grade - and got the results back. I got an A in Biology, and a B in Chemistry and Physics. Just have to hope I don't fail the other 18 tests we have to get the full score.

Learning kanji

2010-04-14T09:26:00.000-07:00

It's as difficult as they say; in fact it's difficult, difficult lemon difficult. They all look the same, but now at least I can write love, pressure, dark, commit, rank, clothes and enclose, even if I can't remember what they mean when I'm writing them. Actually, 'enclosure' is quite easy to remember - look;
it even looks like a box! Though 'clothes' (koromo) doesn't look like clothes;

I'd love to stay and chat, but I really cannot think of much to talk about today. I did mini racing at school on this website. It proves that you should never put me under pressure when I'm doing mental maths (you had to answer maths questions to speed your car up) - I nearly pulled my hair out trying to remember what
8 x 7 is. And I got stuck doing the towers of hanoi with 10 discs, because I had to keep stopping, so I'd get out of rhythm with it. I have a secret system, you know. I'm not telling though - that would be telling.

I drew a polar bear in Chemistry - though at first it came out as a sort of seal-cat. It now looks like it's relieving itself on an iceberg - but it's not an iceberg, it's a plastic bag! And this was actually working work, cuz we had to do posters to remind people about the environmental costs of plastic bags. I could have drawn a polar bear weeping, but I'm honestly not that good at animals. Or buildings. I just draw people really, and even then I can't do guys.

There, smashed some words out. Gut gut und shpengelgut. Oh, and we watched Blackadder in History - at my request, since the teacher realised we'd already done the lesson she'd planned. It was the one with Speckled Jim in it. 'Corporal Punishment' it's called.

First Day Back at School

2010-04-13T10:16:00.000-07:00

It was. After two weeks of getting up in the middle of the day and grazing on chocolate like an unhealthy sheep, I am back at school.
First lesson was Physics. We were given a test, which Dr.G said she'd told us about twice before the end of last term - which is strange because NOBODY remembered it or had it in their planners, not even the bods. But she gave us the test anyway - just some simple questions on the electromagnetic spectrum. Well, apart from the 'find the frequency of a Gamma ray' type questions, which Dr.G wouldn't let us have a calculator for.
Second lesson was English, which I haven't really been enjoying this year. Unfortunately, it's the teacher that's the problem, so unless she suddenly gets fired for something, we're stuck with her at least until summer. We've been doing Animal Farm, and going over it with such agonizing pickyness (can't think of a clever word) that we might as well have looked at cross-sections of it through a microscope (AAARGH PIXIE LOTT IS ON THE RADIO!!! I HATE HER!!).
Ahem. Next was maths - and we have some kind of good news. Our set has finished the entire Year 9 syllabus (is that the word? Yes, I think it is) so the teacher told us that we could start revising early for the summer exams, to make sure everyone understands everything. Good because he said we can do projects (I've been badgering him to let us have a proper treasure hunt where we dig up the school field for trunks full of money - even if it's chocolate money) like last year's Theme Park project, in which me, Janneka and Hannah made 'Drag Queen' the theme park built by monkeys. Ooh, what was I going to say next? I remember; the bad side is, revising is still work. And nobody likes work.
Lunch was ok. Me, Chloe and Meghann were on the field. We ended up sat with Kymalee (I think that's how she spells her name) Sara and Warren. I don't really talk to Sara or Kymalee much, but Warren's alright. Then Denny and Musa came over, and when there's a gathering of more than three boys in an area, the football game (there's always a football game going on in every yeargroup at lunch time) usually heads in your direction. This is not good for several reasons, one of which being the ball landing either on your lunch or your head (and no, we're teenagers - why would we have the energy to move out of the way?). I had to flatten myself on the ground twice, which is kind of hard when you have half a chicken sandwich in your mouth.
Period 4 was P.E. which meant Badminton. I hate badminton with a passion, since I have no ability in sports that involve hitting balls - except hockey. But fortunately for me, I was in Meghann and Chloe's group, and they played Alex and Eibhilin for the whole lesson. The final score was something like 20-9 to Chloe's side.
Biology was alright too, though the teacher has been giving us homework every single lesson. Yes, I know what your crueel adult minds are thinking - "Yes, that's what's meant to happen." it's pointless doing homework when it doesn't get marked though; we haven't had our books marked since Christmas. To put things in a way that will make sense to you people, we can't improve on our work if we aren't shown where we're going wrong. Really, it's just because doing all the homework isn't fair if she won't even make the time to mark it. We did some little summary tests and I got full marks on both of them though, so that was good.

I watched House when I got in - the one from last night, since I had to go to bed before it was on (even though I couldn't get to sleep until about two in the morning). 'Twas quite good (get ready for my level 3 - worthy reasoning here) because it is funny. Even though I don't remember any of the medical stuff they say (can you blame me? They said a word today that, in normal english, would have been six different words. They said it as one long word, and the only bits I remember were 'iso' and 'hypersensitive reaction'. Don't even know what that is. Ooh, I had a temptation to give away the ending, but I won't.

Well, gotta go now. I'm going out to a restaurant for my nana's birthday and I have to put on some fancy clothes. Mum's listening to Smashing Pumpkins.

I hate Spiders

2010-04-12T06:38:00.000-07:00

Which is an unfortunate coincidence, because last night at my nana's house, there was a MASSIVE one in my room above my bed. I am not exxagerating here, it wasn't small-massive, it was the kind where you can see the hairs on its legs becuase the thing is so big! I ran halfway back downstairs while nana dealt with it. Even then, I couldn't sleep for hours because I thought there was one in my hair, and every time I started to go off to sleep, I kept checking behind me in case there were more creeping up on me. I'd have woken up by then, and have to go through the whole process again.

I had my hair cut today as well. Nothing drastic, just a trim and I got the layers put back in. I was getting paranoid that my hair was only growing in this tuft at the back of my neck, like a natural mullet.
But I always worry about going to the hairdresser's. I can never think of anything to say to them - I don't know what they like to talk about, so I just sit there in silence with a face like someone's just died.

It's back to school tomorrow for me. I'm having second thoughts about my bag now... it is quite noticeable, and I'm not sure if people will interpret that in a good way or a bad way. I found the name of the shop I got it from; it's Cherry Cherry, on the 3rd floor of Afflecks Palace. I need to save up for that Pikachu hoodie that's in Tokyo Royale.

Back to school in 2 days...

2010-04-11T08:30:00.000-07:00

I go back on Tuesday. Ugh. I will be happy to see everyone, but as I've said before - it's SCHOOL!! I just can't help but feel a little repelled.
And hungry. There's some chicken cooking downstairs...

I watched Death Note 2 again today. I won't take you through that, becuase if anyone ever reads this before watching it, it will totally spoil the ending for you, even if you've read the manga - that has a different ending, I'm guessing (I'm still waiting to get back into the school library so I can get hold of Death Note 10, 11 and 12)

I've been trying to practice my Japanese some more. I nearly know all the hiragana now, but there's still about 11 characters I still struggle with. Katakana gives me more problems, cuz all the characters look the same. They all look like number sevens and weird tables to me. I still haven't found a way to learn kanji though, so that puts me at a serious disadvantage.
We got an email off Mum's Japanese friend Miho. She says she was surprised by my Japanese writing (whether that's a good thing or a bad thing hasn't been specified) and that I was sugoi - but she could be saying Mum was sugoi. It means cool, or awesome or something like that. I didn't even write that much Japanese in my letter to her - just 'moshiwake arimasen' about 5 times, because I hadn't written to her in ages. In my Japanese book, it says;
moshiwake arimasen - I'm sorry (for something more serious)
how serious? "moshiwake arimasen. I uh... killed your wife, Tanaka-san." kind of serious?

I think I might go on Sims 2 now. Sims 3 is good, but I'm not in the mood for it at the moment - it's about twice as slow as Sims 2 is, and all the people look too similar.

Hmmm.....

2010-04-10T10:18:00.001-07:00

Hmmm indeed. I'm not sure what to say today.
There's a friend of mine, a musician of sorts, called Sonny. Not going to say his other name yet, but he's looking for a break. So... until I can find the link to his website, I will just say this;
LISTEN TO SONNY!!

Not quite sure what to say now. I went shopping for food today with Mum. That was ok.
There's a big ladder in my tights, and I drank a whole Frijj milkshake before. Mmmmm.....
There, ground some words out.

....

2010-04-09T13:13:00.000-07:00

Just sat at home watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It's alright for a film I've watched about fifteen times now, but the Weasleys really should have gotten a haircut - the medieval hairdos are ridiculous.
Me, Mum and Nana went into town today. Mum and Nana were getting their make-up done at Dior, so I went to Afflecks Palace in search of a new school bag (my old one has broken). I looked all over the place, feeling out of place among so many knee-high black witchy boots. I looked round the whole place, went to Thunder Egg and back. On my second round of Afflecks, I ended up spending around 20 minutes inside a shop full of Japanese things, panicking over which of the bags was a good choice as well as looking cool. I spent so long crouched in one corner that the woman behind the counter eventually stopped watching her J-drama to come over and ask if I wanted help. I'm really not good at talking to strangers, so I answered all her questions with 'hmm'. She went back to her J-drama after seeing I was a hopeless case, and I was left to ponder if the huge Totoro bag was really a good idea.
After about another ten minutes, the embarrassment was beginning to get too much - I generally make a habit of not staying in the same area of a shop for more than one minute so I don't look like a weirdo - so I picked a bag and shoved it anxiously at the shopkeeper. I was mortified beyond words when she said I could pick a free badge from the ones attatched to this cardboard thing she had on the counter. Yet more agonising picking. I decided on the first one that caught my eye, but with me being as daft as I am, it took me another five minutes to get it off. When I did, I nearly ran away screaming.
The bag is quite big, and red. It's got this weird brown rectangle guy called Domo-Kun (it says his name at the bottom) on it twice, but one of him is dressed as a pineapple. There's also a bonzai tree, a turnip (which I thought was a radish) and a couple of other things. I quite like it.
Ok, I'm going to go now - there's an Easter egg I'm just waiting to finish.

Fanny the Fan Dancer

2010-04-08T11:06:00.000-07:00

Fanny the Fan Dancer paid us a visit today. I had just come upstairs to turn my laptop on, when Mum shouted out,
"Issy, she's back!" I ran downstairs and joined Mum. Looking out of the window, I could see her too; there, in the priest's garden opposite our house, was Fanny, complete with flyaway grey hair, pyjamas and a fan. Of course, I immediately ran and got my phone, so I now have several videos of her lovely dancing/tai chi.
Fanny didn't used to be called Fanny. When we first saw her about eight or nine months ago, she was in the same place, but wearing a ridiculous old skirt, and was skipping with a skipping rope. Very badly, since she was really just stepping over the rope, but she'd trip over every now and then anyway. So she was called Skippy. She made another appearance the next weekend, doing skipping, as well as a new addition to her repertoire - handstands and backflips. Now remember, this woman is probably at least 50, and does this in public, in a priest's garden that she shouldn't be in.
Fanny, or as I said she was then known, Skippy, disappeared for a bit after that. Probably because she saw me and Mum watching through the blinds and laughing. We did contemplate calling loads of people round to skip across the road in a line, skip round her and then back into the house.
When she reappeared about a month later, the skipping rope was gone. Instead, she began to amaze us again, armed only with a large black Japanese-style fan with some kind of gold calligraphy on it. She was doing all kinds of tai-chi sort of movements - stretching her legs out and waving her arms in the air, that sort of stuff.
This happened about twice, then she disappeared again. By this time she had become Skippy the Fan Dancer, or since she no longer skips it seems, Fanny the Fan Dancer. I had told my friends (accompanied by live demonstrations of her dancing by me) and Mum had told some of the family, so Fanny had become a kind of legend among us. If we saw her, it was like a little slice of Christmas.
So today, seeing her again was enough to put me in a mildly happy mood (as well as the chocolate bar I found downstairs in the kitchen).

Before that, I was re-watching the first film of Death Note for the third time. It's good, but quite morbid.
In a nutshell, it's about this 18-year-old genius guy, Light Yagami (or Raito as the Japanese pronounce it). His dad is the deputy director of the Japanese Police Agency, and Light is training to join the force - he's actually already helped them on a couple of cases. Then one day, he hacks into the database and finds out about all the criminals whose cases have been dropped or unsolved. Disgusted, Light goes out one night and ends up finding the Death Note, a black notebook that has dropped from the sky. It says on the inside that anyone whose name is written in the book will die. Of course, Light doesn't believe it, and so when he gets home, he writes down the name of a murderer whose name has been reported on the evening news. The next morning, the killer is dead. Light realises the power he has, and starts to use the notebook to kill criminals around the world, in his own version of justice. But the Death Note doesn't come alone - with it comes the Shinigami, or God of Death, Ryuk, a huge apple-craving guy who looks a bit like some kind of Goth person. See, here's his picture.
Unfortunately for Light, the police obviously get involved, already sure that the killer lives in Japan. As the number of victims grows and the JPA are no closer to finding the killer, they have to involve 'L', the world's greatest detective. He has never shown his face in public, and has a man called Watari carry round a laptop that he uses to speak to people through, via a voice changer. L gets right into it, setting up different situations to deduce after only a week or so, that the killer - or Kira, as he calls him - is a college student in Tokyo. And since Kira is getting hold of secret information on the investigation, the most likely suspect is Light Yagami. That's not the end of it though.

Wow, I've been doing a post a day for about a week now. Even if most of them are absolute rubbish.

Sat at home with nothing to do...

2010-04-07T07:44:00.000-07:00

Bored. I might go downstairs and have a creme egg or something in a bit. I'm annoyed at my laptop, cuz the mouse clicky things have gone all weird. They don't let me do stuff unless I hammer them down really hard, so I've had to do that stupid tapping thing where you tap the pad instead. It's like they're dead. They do down, but it just feels wrong, like it's not doing what it's meant to. And dad, I'm not letting you near my laptop unless you know what you're doing. No, if you want to look at it, get someone who's good at it. I know what you're like with technology. Everything you touch burns.

I was reading a book before. Pig-Heart Boy, by Malorie Blackman. I don't like her much - she writes the same way as Jacqueline Wilson; as if kids are idiots, and with the same characters in all her stories, just under different names (i.e. Jacqueline Wilson's inability to write about people who's parents aren't dead or evil.)
Pig-Heart Boy is about this guy called Cameron Kelsey. Supposedly one of the smartest in his year, same age as me - but he (don't think I'm overreacting) says 'bop'. No child in their right minds will have said that for the past forty years. It's the kind of word that only adults say seriously - the kind that were born as adults, or grown out of a plant pot.
the main gist of the story is that he had a viral infection two years ago, that has permanently affected his heart. He can't do anything without feeling ill. He has months to live, and all his parents do is fight constantly. Then this guy, Dr Bryce offers him the chance to take part in experimental treatment, where they take out his heart and implant a pig's one - you know, because they have the special slightly-human-pigs. Cameron says yes, has the operation, feels fine. Goes back to school and he's famous, because his best friend sold the story to the papers. He thinks he's dead cool all of a sudden, and starts mouthing off to everyone. He shuts up though, when the girl he likes says she won't go near him because she thinks he's festering with pig diseases that are mutating to infect humans. That's where I've read up to. It's average at best.

I can't remember how the subject came up, but me and mum ended up talking about lard last night. It came to mum saying,
"You are familiar with the concept of lard, aren't you?" the concept of lard?

They had a thing on radio 1 before. Like a 'guess who I am' thing, and they had someone talking through a voice-changer and giving clues.
"I drive a Volvo."
"I will never celebrate my 18th birthday."
"I'm not a massive fan of dogs."
"I would beat Ussain Bolt in a race." there's one other clue that I can't remember. It's not, as some suggested, Jeremy Clarkson, but Edward Cullen from Twilight. You don't even have to have read the books to know that from the facts. That he drives a silver Volvo is mentioned in pretty much every mini factfile about him. It's in the film. In the trailer for Twilight, he says he's been 17 for a very long time. Everyone knows vampires are fast. He doesn't like dogs because vampires don't like werewolves, more specifically because he's worried that the werewolf Jacob Black is a danger to Bella Swan. what idiot thinks that Jeremy Clarkson is anything like that?

I'm definitely going to go and get something to eat now. I don't have a massive apetite right now, but I just get peckish at various moments throughout the day.

And a question for you: If a calabash exists, what is it? If not, what would it be?

Chloe was round.

2010-04-06T11:59:00.001-07:00

She was! I promise! We just took her home now - Mum reckons she's nice.
Chloe got round here about 1 pm today, and we wen to watch Spirited Away - like I said before - because she hasn't seen it. I love that film, cos every single time I watch it I see something new.
Then we watched Pee Wee's Big Adventure, and had an elegant ladies' lunch of cheese and crackers and blackberries. Mmm, lovely.
After that, we went up to my room (where I am now) and she showed me her Farmville thingy on facebook. I showed her my blog - I'm still trying to find a good background for it since the one I got for it now doesn't quite work.
Feeling a bit peckish, we went downstairs and Mum put the pizza on. Had a look through some old pictures of me, one of which looks like I'm doing a wee boy -stylee on a palm tree. And looking quite pleased about it, it seems.
So then we took her home, and then we came back home, and now here I am. OMIGOD. I'm at the future!!!
Oh, and for those of you who think I'm purposely following my own blog, I'm not. I don't know why it's like that, and I can't make it stop. And why won't my own brother follow me?
I'm feeling sibling jealousy since SOMEONE (you know who you are *cough* DAD) told me that updating alot is a good thing, when Lily has 10 followers and hasn't updated her blog since JULY. I have 3, and one of them is myself.

And also, I know there is the option of italics or bold to emphasize words, but I like to do capitals. Generally not a good thing in most online forums, since you can get muted for SPAMMING CHAT BY TALKING LIKE THIS, BECAUSE IT'S LIKE SHOUTING AND NOBODY LIKES PEOPLE WHO SHOUT ALL THE TIME. But I get away with it by talking in caps and then just saying sorry for it. Like everyone does. Heheheheh . . .
Not sure what to do now. I might crouch in a corner and worry about my upcoming Japanese ticborne encephalitis injections. :S

Death's House

2010-04-05T09:34:00.000-07:00

I don't have a permanent title yet, so the title could change. I just needed a name for the post.

*****

Death's house can be a lonely one
So be sure to bring your friends

I presume you're not aware of the reason that children are afraid of the dark? The being scared in itself is not my subject here, but more the reason for being scared.
It is the Changelings. They are the reason that children are afraid of the dark. You yourself will have met one once - everyone has - but you will never be able to remember them. Changelings; an apt name, since they change something about every child they meet. The weak children, the Changelings kill - you've heard of the mysterious child deaths, haven't you? The strong ones, you, sicne you are alive to read this, will be given a gift. The gift can be cruel though, and is not always a good thing. A Changeling can give you a wonderful singing voice, but they can send you mad as well.
Changelings are messengers of Death - that is their sole reason for being on Earth; to invite the recently departed to Death's house. They are mean and heartless though, and visit young children at night to tell them of their deaths - that is what scares them. Of course, if too many adults knew about this, they could follow the Changelings back to Death's house. Death cares not for the living, dislikes them even, so a spell was cast to make us forget. Children know that they are scared of the dark, but can remember nothing more than writhing shapes in the darkness, and a tiny voice that whispers to them not to talk. And sicne Changelings are winged creatures, they aren't the monsters under your bed. They're the ones that climb in through your window and hang off your ceiling.
The Changelings are not the only creatures of Death's house; among others are the Yaghs, that howl in pain when the wind blows, and the Vanishers, which hide your things when you aren't looking, and feed off your sanity.
The Changelings, however, are the most common, since they are sent on errands for Death. And for a while now - fourteen years in fact - the Changelings had been on a rather long, arduous one. Watching a girl.

Ruby Cole was, though a little eccentric, a mostly normal person. Heart-shaped face, slightly wavy black hair, a slight frame and large grey eyes as clear and cold as ice.
On one particular morning - a Wednesday, if you're interested - Ruby was on her way to school. It was mid May, and therefore Science GCSE time, so Ruby's mind was halfway between the cars and sodium chloride as she dashed across the roads.
As distracted as she was, and though she didn't immediately think of it as unusual, Ruby still saw the two black shapes whizz past her as she began to cross the last main road before school. The black shapes exploded against the windscreen of a car in a puff of black smoke the driver didn't see. Behind the driver, the two black shapes re-emerged, hovering on the car's back seats. As the driver sped along, an odd, tentacle-like thing sprouted from each, and they wrapped themselves around the driver's neck.
It all happened very fast then.
Ruby had just reached the exact middle of the road when a tiny voice told her to turn. In that split second she saw several things: the driver's eyes, bulging out of his head, mouth open wide in a silent scream. Something around his neck . . . a ring of smoke? Ruby didn't have time to react. The car slammed into her bare legs, sending her flying backwards over the car. She landed with a dull thud, and a loud cracking noise as her head hit the tarmac.
In a haze of pain, Ruby lay still as people stopped and began to get out of their cars. A black thing floated above her. It seemed now, almost human-shaped, with a tiny body and a huge head. Ruby felt the ground vibrate as several people rushed over.
"Call an ambulance!" someone cried. The black shape drifted down, closer.
"Can you hear me? Hello?" Ruby was oblivious to the person talking, oblivious to the shooting pain, almost. It could have been some kind of reaction produced by shock, as the scientific part of her wondered, but all Ruby cared about at that moment was the shape. But tiny hovering people didn't really exist, did they? Ruby blinked, trying to clear her vision.
"She's alive!" someone yelled. Ruby looked up again. It was still there. As she watched, paralysed, it floated down until it was right in front of her, nose to nose. The thing was like nothing Ruby had ever seen. It had a football-sized head, taken up entirely by bat-like pointed ears, huge yellow eyes like a cat's, and an enormous mouth the shape of a watermelon slice, filled with large, triangular pointed teeth.
Though she supposed most normal people would be, Ruby was not afraid of it. In fact, she got a strange sense of deja-vu. It leaned in close and whispered to her.
"Def sez she wanz yew a huh pless." The voice was high-pitched, like that of a toddler, but in a way, unnerving and wrong. Like the bad wolf dressed as a puppy. Ruby shivered. The thing winked at her, and giggled. Why had nobody noticed it? Ruby was sure that someone must have seen it, someone in the crowd surrounding her. Then, in the distance, she heard sirens. Was it getting dark? A woman in a luminous yellow paramedic coat appeared above her. But they looked so small . . . small? Ruby realised; darkness was not falling - she was being pulled into the ground! It seemed though, as Ruby began to panic, that though her insides were leaving, her body was staying behind. Ruby could see her eyelids, like small windows, shrinking in the distance as she was pulled down, down,
down,

down,

down ....

L0lz0rz... again

2010-04-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

I just pressed the 'next blog' thing twice. The second blog it came up with is Pastor Nathan's blog for his lovely Baptist church. It has a picture of someone whom I assume is Jesus, and underneath it says 'do you know this man?'
I never thought I'd get this close to God ....

My amigo Chloe (there's an umlaut over the O, but I can't find it) is coming round to my place tomorrow. I'm not sure what we're going to do. I'll probably show her Spirited Away, since she hasn't seen it. She showed me Blades of Glory and Don't Mess With the Zohan when I went round to hers.
We also helped her grandad put up a small walk-in greenhouse. He is charmingly Irish, but all I could think of was that I'm Alan Partridge episode. I didn't talk much while I was round at her grandad's. I didn't trust myself.
She also lives next door to a gay guy who is apparently something to do with mayors. He isn't THE mayor, but has something to do with them. He has a different surname, but for a reason even I can't remember, I started calling him David Star. Even now, when I know what his real name is, it comes out as a reflex. We passed by him on the way back from the corner shop and I nearly shouted,
"HI DAVID STAR!!" and you know the great thing about having Star as a last name? You can put stuff in front of it. So now he is David the Gang-Star Pa-Star Ra-Star. Teehee.

Look, Dad!! Two posts in one day!! Far out, huh? I'm grinding words out, like you said. It's the Easter holidays at the moment so everything I write is going to be a bit weird. It will probably seem more sane when I get back to school. And now, I'm gonna give you ANOTHER post, with the first chapter of one of my new prospective stories.

nyeeaaaaahhhhhhh

2010-04-04T15:10:00.000-07:00

I couldn't think of a title name. That's why nyeeaaaaaahhhhhh. I'm kind of blank at the moment.
Ok, Dad. You told me to blog more. I will try - I'll either get bored or forget by Wednesday - and I'll try not to just do pictures and Warcraft stuff. I haven't been on Warcraft in over a month now, anyway, and I am so so so near level 80. I need to level up my hunter, my mage, my warlock, my druid and my shaman (HINT HINT. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat!).
My room is a mess right now. My laptop bag case thing is lying open across my bed - the quilt is all twisted on that too. And there's my almost finished bar of Milka on it too, along with my pyjamas and a large notebook. I'm not sure how it got there, it just is. The picture frames on the wall are probably skewiff too, but I can't tell. I get paranoid about that. One part of me is sure they're wonky, but then another part reminds me that I shouldn't trust myself since I'm having the kind of discussion which usually takes a few people, inside my own head. With several distinct personalities. The psychological one is writing now, actually. It likes to theorise about mysterious things; while on holiday, I actually discussed with myself if it was possible to unlock the full capacity of the human body, to create real superhuman strength - like that momentary adrenaline thing that lets mums throw trees off their kids, and makes your muscles contract powerfully enough to throw you across a room when you get an electric shock. Imagine being that strong ALL THE TIME.
Sorry, was away from the computer just now - not that you'd know, of course. Nana and Grandad were going home (we had an Easter roast dinner with Jewish-style lamb) so I had to go and say bye. Then Mum made me go and put the wine bottles and beer cans in the recycling. Und dann, me, my mum and Jim (my uncle) started talking about stuff, including the injections I will need for my upcoming trip to Japan. In June, apparently I need two, TWO injections to vaccinate me against Japanese ticborne encephalitis. I was already struggling to come to terms with having one. After the HPV vaccines I thought I was done, and I suppose I'd be alright in Tokyo and Kyoto, but since we're going to some country places like Oshima, the encephalitic tics are probably everywhere. I can't be sure, since looking up obscure life-threatening East-Asian insect borne illnesses isn't a particular hobby of mine.
I actually only decided to do a blog post now because I was watching House before. I actually watched one episode about Dr whats-her-name that has black hair (not the bisexual one) and then I watched the new Doctor Who (I'll get onto that later) and then I watched another House. The last one I watched was the one about the 'avid blogger' who blogs EVERYTHING that happens to her and suddenly develops a massive bruise on her face and starts bleeding from the mouth. I can't remember what the disease was that she turned out to have, but she had to have a pig's heart valve inserted because hers was busted, and some Singaporean guy who read her blog phoned up the hospital to ask if he could donate an organ for her. And also, House found an old porn video that has the ontologist (is it ontologist or oncologist? The cancer people, you know) as a wild, half-stag guy. It was quite funny. And then the Australian surgeon guy got really upset because he realised that people were more into his looks than his personality. House dared him to go speed dating and drop hsi accent and be a total bore, and he still came away from it with about twelve women leaving him their numbers - or whatever they do at the end of speed dating.
BBC Switch is on the radio at the moment. It's Annie Mac and Nick Grimshaw. I don't know if I've spelt both their names right. Don't care much either. They're talking about penguins and dreamign that they're Hayley Williamson (Lead singer of Paramore, and I don't think I've spelt her name right either). Oh, now they're talking about some guy called Rusco (yeah, don't know if I've got his name right either) who does dubstep. It's not too bad actually, considering that the dubsteppy beaty bit of dubstep freaks me out and reminds me of that old Beastie Boys video with the robots in that used to scare me witless. Kinda still does actually.
Doesn't it annoy you that there's no spellcheck on this thing? I lose my credibility as an annoying intellectual on the internet (in most international type places on the internet, if they know you're English and you don't talk in text language, it's kind of a prerequisite that you make obscure pointless points using long words, perfect grammar and references to people like Freud (he should be called Frood not Froid. The French people will have been calling him Monsieur Cold for ages now. Plus Frood is funny)) if I make spelling mistakes. But I can't tell until it's too late, since I have the bad habit of not proof-reading my stuff. I rely too much on the spellcheck things, though it gets really annoying when it thinks that the names I make up are wrong - even if it is just Vaseline spelt backwards. I spell stuff backwards when I'm writing my more surreal stuff, since Esenapa (Japanese without the J. I got it just now off my Japanese dictionary that's on my desk hiding my Heat magazine.) sounds like the kind of name that mythical people have. Nobody will ever know. Except people like me, who habitually spell random words backwards when they're reading, just to see if the author has the same habit.
Ewwww, whats- oh yeah, Paul Nutini (is it Paul or Paulo?) is on the radio. Singing. He sounds like he's drunk and has no teeth. Oh, good, he's gone now.
What shall I talk about now? I know I'm writing alot of rubbish, but I like to do that. I was writing my History assessment a few weeks back and got bored, so I went off on a pedantic tangent about something, and then deleted it all because I didn't like what I'd written.
So, Doctor Who. I had to go downstairs again to empty the dishwasher, and I remembered I'd mentioned him. I watched the episode today. I don't like the new music or the credits. It's just wrong, it's not Doctor Who. And what's with that stupid stainless-steel DW police box? It's like . . . . it's like something I knew the name of a moment a go but I can't remember. But I don't like the sign. And Matt Smith. WTF? And don't admonish me for that, I didn't ACTUALLY swear, I just wrote the first letter. He's so obviously copying David Tennant! Come on, he even looks like a playdough version with a bigger chin and smaller eyes. And he talks the same. His mannerisms are the same. He's like David Tennant, but just ... a shadow. Like a Netto discount version. And should there be kiss-o-grams on a kids' TV show? I mean yeah, adults watch it, but a large portion of the Doctor Who audience are kids.

I actually had to continue this today, since yesterday when I started this post, it was ten past eleven at night. I think it's finished now. Merci. I must now go and find food. Haven't eaten since one o'clock. *grumble grumble*

Teehee...

2010-03-25T11:36:00.001-07:00

I found some pictures - quite funny ones actually. They are teh Lolz0rz (that is teen geek language, just in case you're wondering.)

More pictures

2010-03-10T09:17:00.000-08:00

This is Dinoshaun, as you can see from my writing. Aww, ain't he cute? He has no claws but if you offend him, he will kill you, eat you, poo you out and stamp on you. Rawr.

This is, as it says in Japanese (I wrote most of their names in Japanese), is Nekomi Kuzayu. She's a cat person, and she's very happy abotu something, dunno what. I coloured her in when I was having lunch on the field today.

the one with the blonde hair is a mermaid named Mizuki Shirakawa. I drew her because a friend asked if I could. The rainbow haired girls are, as you can tell, Akizuki Hisayuki and her little sister Aimi. They're signified as vampires by their
hair.

This rainbow-hair is again, Akizuki Hisayuki. She has her hair out this time and is looking at the moon, which I couldn't be bothered drawing.

The umbrella girl here is Masako Aizumi. She's cute but mysterious. The brown-haired woman is actually my German teacher. She's not actually that cross-eyed, I just made a mistake when I was doing the outlining. She's a bit green because Dinoshaun is on the other side and I coloured him with felt tip.

These are just some pictures I've been drawing recently. Actually, Aizumi, Nekomi, my German teacher, the mermaid and Dinoshaun were all drawn today.

LOOK!! A PICTURE!! IT ATTACKED ME IN MY SLEEP!!

2010-03-09T11:19:00.000-08:00

Here is the offending picture. It jumped on me and tried to give me a paper cut. 0_0 I am very very serious here.

Lists

2010-01-15T14:37:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to make a list as something to do. Probably not going to be complete since I am omitting things from it and I'll forget stuff too.
THINGS I LIKE:
Italian food, Japanese food, Chinese food, English food, potatoes, brocolli, peas, chocolate, ice cream, mint choc chip ice cream, cookie dough ice cream, Boursin, That crumbly nice white cheese that doesn't smell, cheddar, orange cheese, tiger bread, chocolate milkshakes, crackers, christmas cake, icing, rum, shirley temples, lemonade, coke, fanta icy lemon, apple juice, orange juice, really really really cold water, hot chocolate, chicken, fish, chips, books, graphic novels, manga, negima, death note, loveless, .hack, naruto, watching films, watching anime, drawing manga, writing stories, playing World of Warcraft, annoying people by TALKING IN CAPS LIKE I'M SHOUTING AT THEM ALL THE TIME, making ridiculous houses on the Sims, playing on the internet, dressing up avatars, Blackadder, Ugly Betty, Kill Bill, Dumb and Dumber, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Doctor Who, vampires, werewolves, mythical creatures, skinny jeans, nice clothes, The Cure, Gorillaz, Example, Passion Pit, The Killers, Arctic Monkeys, Roots Manuva, Eminem, Japan, Scrubs, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Life of Brian, Monty Python stuff, The Beatles, silver, gold, black, purple, red, rainbows, shiny things, shiny hair, people who don't disturb me when I'm zoning out, lounging around

THINGS I DON'T LIKE:
eggs, stinky cheeses, 30 Seconds To Mars, people who eat with their mouths open, people who can't take a hint, people who stand in corridors and doorways when you need to go through, people who talk loudly at you when you're doing complex algebraic mathematics, people who think that because you're smart and patient you'll put up with their rubbish and do their work for them, arrogant people who don't think they're arrogant, people who boast, people who take themselves really seriously and can't take a joke, people who sing bad songs really loudly over and over, people who ask lots of questions, people who think 'your mum' is a serious insult, onions in big slices, buttons, labels, uniforms, art galleries, maths, teachers who are physically unable to explain what they mean, adults who don't respect teenagers for being neither adult nor child, RnB, country music, classical music, Music (the lesson), big bears that say 'I WUV U', soppy cards, baby pink, that nasty pink that's just off hot pink, wearing watches, high-necked tops, gherkins, lasagne, creamy sauces, tough meat, pak choi, baked beans, going to bed when I'm NOT TIRED, people who don't get that I don't immediately fall asleep

to be continued...

I did a draw!

2010-01-09T05:46:00.000-08:00

I made a new picture. It's of a girl called Seketsu. She's a young girl, about 8, 9 at most. She's always happy and very optimistic. Voila:
(it's more colourful un-scanned >.<)

WoW picture time

2010-01-03T10:50:00.000-08:00

Just some random pictures of me and my associates a la World of Warcraft

Le New Year

2009-12-31T17:16:00.000-08:00

It's been a very strange evening last night/this morning. We went over the road to the house of Lily and Zak's friends (one of whom likes Lily XD). Within about 20 minutes of having gotten there, I had already had to explain why there was no singing in dance music to Lily's paramore. Also, when a boy of around 16 walked past - and I had never seen him before in my life - Lily whispered to me, in a kind of resigned way,
"You're not going to marry him are you?" I wasn't entirely sure how to answer. I spent most of the evening walking from room to room, eating small chocolate orange thingies, beating small children at air hockey and the like. I spent a while watching some friends of the host family playing singstar. To be honest, all I can say about that is that I never want to hear I'm a Barbie Girl ever again.
After midnight and the usual 'HAPPY NEW YEAR! WOOO!!' stuff, I had a little go at it myself, and I think that although I won't be giving up my day job (when I get one) I can, at the very least, talk in tune with Friday I'm In Love and Rule The World. What an achievement to start 2010 with. Oh, and my drunk dad telling me whenever I was in the room how 'young gentlemen' (I don't think you can get those nowadays. I don't think you could get young gentlemen for the past 100 years or so) would lay down their lives for me. I have a reputation for being unpredictable enough to end lives instead of inspiring chivalrous suicide missions for my fair hand in marriage.

Looking at Looking for Eric

2009-12-26T13:00:00.001-08:00

I just watched it now with my mum, nana and grandad - it's very good, I have to say - even though I hardly know anything about football.
I'm quite pleased that it shows alot of places in Chorlton and Manchester, that they actually filmed it on the right location, that they didn't go to some place that just looks like it. I think it also shows what makes Manchester United fans different from other football fans. Like I just said, I'm not very into football, but Manchester United is a part of my culture. I mean, there's atheists who celebrate Christmas right?
Take, for example, Manchester City. I wouldn't have had much problem with them but the fans I have met have given me reason enough. They are so fickle. If a player is big and is on their team, they love them (take Teves), but if the player doesn't play so well, or -heaven forbid - plays well for another team, then they become a figure of hate, get dragged through the dirt as if the City fans hadn't been begging for a chance to lick their boots not a moment before. United fans aren't like that. Sure, there are alot of people who don't like Carlos Teves anymore, but not just because he went to another team, but because he went for money. He didn't go for his own ambition, to go somewhere because he felt he could improve there - nobody could begrudge him that - but he went to satisfy his own greed. And look at him now . . . if you can. Nobody gets better if they leave United, I know that much.
People say that all United fans come from anywhere but Manchester. Go abroad. If a local to pretty much any country on earth finds out you're from Manchester, have you ever, ever heard them say "are you a City fan?" No. They always say, "are you a United fan?" My point being that all City fans are from Manchester because nowhere else knows who the heck they are!

Paranormal Activity

2009-12-20T14:54:00.000-08:00

Ok, I will try a quick review.
I just watched the new horror sci-fi film everyone is talking about, Paranormal Activity. Putting aside what I should be doing (I'm multitasking dad) I will write a short review for you, just in case you're considering watching it. cuz I'm fussy.
The basic plot is that two young people, Micah and Katie, from San Diego have a . . . problem. Since she was 8, Katie has been followed by something unusual, that followed her to her new family home when the old one was burnt down. Strange things happen to her periodically, and these things have started happening again recently. Her boyfriend Micah decides to film the goings on, which forms the basis of the film. As the weeks go by, you can see them get more and more freaked out. At night, sometimes nothing will happen and soemtimes very very freaky things happen.
It's filmed in a very similar way to the Blair Witch Project, so you only get to see whatever the camera has been left pointing at. Obviously because it's supposedly on a video camera, the quality isn't too good, but apart from the background noise (if you watch this you will know what I mean), the sound really does add to the atmosphere. Because there's alot of daytime stuff, just filler scenes, it's not particularly grabbing, but the scary parts are definitely scary. I don't get scared easily and I admit I was freaked out, so if you have actually gotten scared by horror films before, make sure you have a sofa to hide behind and a nice big light to keep on by your bed after you've finished. Also, don't watch if your house goes bump in the night.
Over all I would say it's around a 3/5. It's definitely a horror film, but the amount of time spent watching Micah and Katie being lovebirds/having arguments kind of makes you want to fall asleep. Unless this is some clever game of theirs. Hmm.

Mysterious Dumbledore picture

2009-12-09T08:34:00.001-08:00

this picture you shall never know the meaning of. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!

Mynewpiccheckitout

2009-11-29T08:56:00.000-08:00

ok I can explain why I haven't put any spaces in the title. It's because when I put things in my पोस्त्सित्लिकेस्तोचन्गेइतल्लिन्तोहिन्दिलिकेइत्दिद्जुस्त्नोव्लूक्। बीउत्चेक्कौत्थिस्पिक्तुरेइदिद!

Dad

2009-11-28T04:01:00.000-08:00

Ok look look! I downloaded Gimp at last, and this is the first picture I made. Yeah it's sloppy but I'm gonna work on it. I think it's funny. hehehe.

Hallow's End

2009-10-21T13:31:00.000-07:00

On World of Warcraft there is a helluva lot of festivals. Right now it's Hallow's End - aka two whole weeks of Halloween. Every single Innkeeper on Azeroth has a little 'Candy Bucket' quest, where you click and get sweets. Simple as pie. And also, you can Trick or Treat the Innkeepers. A Treat will involve sweets, and sometimes something cool like a broomstick as you can see there.

If you get tricked, however, you can get changed into something, like in the next two pictures.
That's on the two times I have been tricked. First, as a frog and second as a lil' black cat.

There's a load of other things you can do too, such as Fire Fighting. Basically, The Headless Horseman sends his shadow out across various places and sets them on fire. You grab a bucket of water and throw it on the fires. Simple as pie, and of course you get prizes, such as my Hallowed Helm (it's a pumpkin hat) and my Sinister Squashling pet which I got a screenshot of here:

then of course there are the Hallowed Wands. You get them Trick or Treating, and can transform a party member into a wisp, pirate, bat, ghost, leper gnome or a skeleton. On capital city Trade chat, people go wild for them - you can't get away from people spamming the trade channel with stuff like 'WTS [Hallowed Wand - Wisp] 4g' which doesn't seem bad, but when it's interrupting other things and showing the same message 5 times in 30 seconds, it gets boring. BUT I do have some pictures of me as some of them.

last of all, there's the masks, of which I have three (see if you can guess which ones I have from the pictures - I the one I haven't got a screenshot of is the female Undead). There's 20 masks all together, one for each gender of each race in world of warcraft:
Night Elf female/male
Human female/male
Gnome female/male
Draenei female/male
Dwarf female/male
Blood Elf female/male
Undead female/male
Tauren female/male
Troll female/male
Orc female/male

That's about it for now I suppose. Those pictures are a pain in the neck to move into place you know.

I made yet another picture on paint.

2009-10-14T12:50:00.000-07:00

I did, I did. Kirei desu ka?

Some stuff I've made on l'internet

2009-09-22T05:21:00.000-07:00

Hahahaa look at my french genius! Sorry, I've just had lunch (miso soup, cheese sandwich, bowl of rice and a small black cake) so the energy is getting to me. Anyway, I thought I'd just show you a few things I've made via the medium of THE INTERNEETTTTTT.

Can't get the picture up for this one (haven't got my head round the turning things into JPEG whatsits yet) but here's the link to it anyway: Graffiti Name
The website adress for this is www.graffiticreator.net
Ok next one hmm let me just go and find it. Ah there it is. For those of you not familiar with manga, this is Chibi:
The adress for the site for creating these is www.moeruavatar.com

And now here you see . . . yes, it is actually a parrot. It started off as a normal parrot, but because of this website www.blingee.com it's quite cheesy, and not for subtle stuff, but it's fun for messing around with pictures . . . ahem . . . like I've done. You can do more subtle stuff than this (how can you go less subtle than this?) on blingee but i thought I should show you this picture instead. So, there is my post for now. I am goign to go and change more pictures. Byyee

Randommy things

2009-09-01T13:17:00.000-07:00

So... school starts again on Thursday... I dunno if I'm looking forward to it or not. I suppose it's alright cuz I'll see loads of people again, but well... IT'S SCHOOL. The word repels me. Though I did spend two weeks there this summer with an art camp, then a drama one. if i get hold of my art camp pictures I'll stick 'em on here.

So I went on holiday last week, with my mum, stepdad and their mates Chris and Caroline. We went to Moraira, near Alicante in northern Spain. As you can guess, it was vair vair hot and sunny. I got bitten at the beach though. Sandfly bites. Two on my right arm, five on my back. Insanely itchy. Apart from the bites, it was very good - there was a nice ice cream place. I think my best concoctions were lemon, strawberry and after eight and strawberry, raspberry and chocolate. Very nice.

Grandma Lucy called up this evening. I had a little chat with her about school and so did Lily. Then Zak came down for a chat. Amongst his many few words, I think my favourite one was,
"Yeah, I'm going to school on Saturday, for my birthday." Entertainment genius.

World of Warcrafty stuff

2009-08-11T09:33:00.000-07:00

I do like to be beside the volcano, blasting monsters and ravagung them with my panther claws. That's one of the advantages of druidicness (I know it's not a word . . . shh!). As well as my nature powers and panther form, I have bear form, aquatic form (I can breathe underwater and swim 100% faster - it's a sealion), travel form (a leopard, so i run faster) and moonkin form (an obese owl thing that does more powerful spells. I'm quite pleased at the moment, because very recently I hit level 55, which in WoW means I'm able to create a character of the hero class Death Knight. Here's a pic of my new one, Mortabella. She's only level 58 at the moment, and fresh out of Death's Breach, so the armor isn't too good yet. Also, here's a picture of my Night Elf Druid, Terrana.

That's quite an old one I think, from when I was making tabard designs, so I will make a new one. Out of the five Alliance races (human, gnome, dwarf, draenei and night elf) I like night elves best - not least because the start areas for other races are so boring. Night elves are just cool. We're tall, have tattoos on our faces, ride sabers (I'll find a picture of mine somewhere) and we can turn invisible. The other races are just - just . . . blah . . . in comparison. Oh, oh, oh, I forgot to mention check out the cool super long ears!!

Erm, hmm . . . let me see . .

2009-08-05T09:09:00.001-07:00

I can't think of anything to write about. At the Drama camp I've been doing, there's a girl who I thought was 5, but she's 12. Not only is she about 4 feet tall, it's her personality - the personality of someone who's favourite program is Dora the Explorer. She's got nothing wrong with her, and I have nothing against her, it's just that she goes off to somewhere else when we're meant to be rehearsing. As for what we are rehearsing I will say only one thing . . . . TV.

I Would So Win in a Geek Fight

2009-07-14T12:52:00.000-07:00

Cuz if it involves fantasy weapons and abilities, I'm there.

Dad told me today that I'd be going with him to mingle at this year's Manchester Digital event - Wooh, exciting... exactly. Strangely enough, he mentioned that if a fight broke out, I should just stay out of the way. I was kidn of confused, since as far as I can tell, geeks aren't really the physically confrontation type. We like to hide behind fantasy games like World of Warcraft (Yay!! Me!!) where the only things we need is our fingers (for firing oversized bazukas/brandishing cursed swords/summoning an electrical storm (my specialty^^)) and our razor sharp wit ("Ew a gnome rogue/"DKs are arrogant arsewipes" (is that an ok word?? It's not me who said it anyway)/"Go back to Un'goro/Burning Steppes/Azhara and train you noob" said to me by a noobist XD). So anyway, I asked what exactly does a geek fight involve?? According to my Dad, the basic routine for a geek fight is this:
1: One guy will say something offensive about, say the memory qualities of a type of computer. Obviously, in the world of geek this is definitely a controversial thing to do (like Micheal Jackson going white) and is going to hurt somebody's feelings.
2: The two opponents will start trading insults ("Go and buy a new memory stick, loser!" "Your mum can't even defragment a hard drive!").
3: If the two or more opponents haven't cooled it off by this time, then it gets physical. First, it's time to draw your weapons. Literally. With their trusty pens and paper (or some interactive touch-sensitive mini computer version) they'll draw their weapons in great detail.
4: Now the weapons have been drawn and coloured, it's time to stick it all together. Bring on the Pritt Stick.
5: With their 3D paper rifles, the opponents will take their positions and yell "BOOM!!" at eachother until the weaker one bursts into tears and runs away.

So I think I would win. I can probably manage some good technical drawings of enchanted razor sharp swords, and I'm quite good at sticking things together. Or I could just knock the other person over while they're drawing.

In other events that happened at Manchester Digital, there was a woman with ferrets. Two ferrets. Not one, but two ferrets with leashes co-ordinated with her outfit, weaving in and out of people's feet. How daft is that?? They could have been squashed, or started another plague epidemic or something. There was also various other people, a man who definitely was gay, and a man with an orange T-shirt and the RSS Feeder icon, with the caption 'Well Fed' underneath. I'm sure it's hilarious to those who understand the sohpisticated joke behind it, but apparently when I said it was an incredibly geeky top, I kind of insulted someone who's quite big in the geek industry. He does rollerdiscos too apparently. In America.

Why Does He Have To Eat The Slipper??

2009-07-13T02:10:00.000-07:00

I'm watching - oh wait a sec. I'm back. As I was saying, I'm watching Archie while I write this, but I had to stop because he was trying to grab hold of the Children of Men DVD which is in my room for some reason. At the moment he's lying on the ground rambling about something and absently chewing on a pink slipper belonging to my sister while eyeing up the wires sticking out of my laptop. He's trying to eat through my leg to get them - doesn't take no for an answer. Oh no, not the DVDs again! Phew, just dragged him off them. Oh there he goes AGAIN. He's giving me confused looks, as if I'm strange for not letting him at 15 rated DVDs when he's still a long way from not gettign scared by The Little Mermaid (I say that, but I've only ever seen the sequel to it, so I don't know - it could be a thriller or something.) My room is filled with (forbidden) delights for Archie, such as my suitcase, which he is beating up at the moment. Oh, no he's bored of that. He's chatting up the bottom rung of the ladder on my bed. Well, Archie probably will be a ladies' man when he's older if he looks as cute then as he does now! I can't quite tell if he's angry or not, cos he's doing his weird grumbling - the angrier he sounds, the happier he probably is.
Just tried to entice him off my suitcase with an odd sock of Zak's. More confused looks, like I've set a trap for him; it's unusual for him to get hold of things like that so easily. I was goign to write about something else, but when you have Archie doing his Jaws impression on your Cat 5 cable or whatever it's called, it's kinda hard to remember thigns for long. Oh damn, the DVDs AGAIN!!!!! I better go now...
"Get off Casino Royale!!"

I made Another Picture

2009-06-14T10:27:00.000-07:00

I did. It's just here. Basically, I drew here because I've been watching Teen Titans alot lately. She's my own Teen Titan, Galaxy. As it says on the page, she controls star energy and dark energy. The wierd zebra style outfit just came out of the pen.

OWOWOWOWOOOOWW!!

2009-06-12T13:27:00.000-07:00

I had my third HPV jab today. You know, because all girls are getting the vaccine against the human papillomae virus. The last two were in like December and something-or-other; I can't actually remember. My life is a blur. But yeah, today I had my third and last one, along with most of the other girls in my year. We all went into the Main Hall at school this morning - Alix wasn't bothered (I think she's a bit wierd - she says that the injections feel nice 0_O) I was fine too - just hyperventilating quietly in the corner with Sana and Keiley. They sent girls behind these wierd wooly screen things to get it done, but they weren't too good - gave you a nice little slit to see the whimpering masks of pain on the girls being injected. I was pretty much ok until about two minutes before I went through to get the injection (I've told you before about my feelings on meing stabbed by the people of medicine) when I completely broke down and started bawling my eyes out. I'm not ashamed to admit it - when other people are being jabbed, I'm fine, but use a needle on me and I'll definitely not be happy. I went through and sat down on a chair. This nurse started asking what I had for breakfast, and I was just thinking,
"I do have my eyes shut, and you are trying to distract me but I will definitely not forget what's happening here." She stuck the needle in, I squeaked a bit and then I was fine. They gave me some orange juice, but because I was still kind of crying, I spat it out all over my pants. There was a benifit to my being high maintenance - not only did I get a little cuddly toy (Crinchley the Witch Duck is his name) like all the other girls, but I got two biscuits, when everyone else got one. My arm was pretty much ok after that, except that I can't move it now, so I'm doing absolutely everything with my left hand. Actually, it's kinda killing me now. I should stop.

I'm Missing My Tooth

2009-05-27T06:31:00.000-07:00

Because my teeth were all messed up, I've been having alot of work done on them. I've already had traintracks put in on the lower jaw, and I had a retainer fitted. Today though, I had a tooth taken out. I've already had two removed a while back, and they put me to sleep to do that, but this time I was awake. I wasn't particularly bothered about having my tooth out - it's all for the greater good of my mouth. The only part that bothered me was having the anasthetic administered. You may or may not know, and may or may nto agree with me, but I HATE NEEDLES. Last autumn when I had my hep - a done again, it was a good job the nurse sprung it on me on the day, because if I'd known I'd already have had a contingency plan for climbing out of the window when she wasn't looking. Then, of course, I've had two of the HPV jabs done - those needles are huge, man. Massivungous. And one of my mates did the bad thing and tensed up when they did her second one so blood sprayed all over her school shirt. I merely broke down in hysterics and had to have the nurse's assistant hold my hand while i had the injection. Today I was feeling a bit nervous, as you can probably guess. I had a painkiller before we went into the dentist's, but it was kind fo made better because the dentist put on some orange gel that made my gums go numb. Mind you, I still had my eyes shut while she stuck in the needle, and my heart was probably getting near its maximum rate before you get a heart attack and die . . . haha. I went downstairs for 5 minutes, and then came back up so she could actually take the tooth out. I still had my eyes shut though. I could feel her messing about with some pliers, but it didn't hurt. I did notice when she was pulling that the feeling went deep. If you could see the tooth, you'd see what I mean when I tell you that it's big. To put it in perspective, it's just a bit longer than those rubbers you get on the end of pencils. Including the metal bit that keeps it on the pencil. IT may also interest you to know that I was writing this to distract myself - the anasthetic has worn off and I'm waiting for my painkillers to kick in, while holding a cotton swab in my mouth to soak up the bleeding. I also have half a Simpson's mouth at the moment.

Check out my picture!! (hand-drawn version)

2009-05-20T13:31:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd draw a picture.

As you know, I've been reading/watching Bleach lately, and, as I usually do, I insinctively thought up a character. She's a very dangerous elf called Fusako Miyazaki, and her Zanpakuto (Bleach-speak for a special Soul Reaper Sword, unique to each person) is Hoshi. It's like one sword but it splits in half to make two, then they fold out to make double ended ones, and another spikey sword bit comes out of the middle then. It just came to me. It's better than Zabimaru (Renji Abarai's Zanpakuto - Renji is an evil Soul Reaper). So here is my picture - it looks better in real life than scanned in. Also, it's a bigger piece of paper in real life. it'd be about as useful as a chocolate bum havign a notebook that was actually just that big.

Learning Japanese

2009-05-15T12:02:00.000-07:00

I am. I'm learning as much as I can now. I've not made much progress with words, except I keep saying 'chuugokuu' and 'oosutoraria' out loud at random moments. I'm mainly trying tolearn to write it. So far, I've only learnt a few characters from two of the three alphabets; there's katakana, hiragana and kanji. I'm learning the first two. I think I'm doing ok - I can just about spell 'konnechiwa'. I've also been using an internet name translator, Keiichi Anime Forever, to translate people's names. I've done mine, and a load of other people's:

Isobel = Izoberu (ee - so - bear - roo)

Lily = Rairi (Raa - ear - ree)

Zak = Zakku (Zah - koo)

I've copied and pasted the names in katakana (because I know if Zak sees this, he'll like the smiley face in his name. Lily will just be pleased that she has a name in another language. Haha.

Oh, and also, just to acknowledge,

MY DAD OWNS MY SOUL

Bleach (by Tite Kubo)

2009-05-13T10:26:00.000-07:00

You may not have heard of it unless you know Manga, but Bleach is a very big series, both in length and fame. It's by a guy called Tite Kubo, and recently, I started reading it - I'm up to book 9 of the comics now, and episode 21 of the anime series.

Basically, it's about this Japanese teenager, Ichigo Kurosaki, who is picked on for his natural ginger hair. He doesn't really care though. One night, a girl dressed as a samurai appears in his room, followed shortly by a monster. The monster beats the crap out of the girl, who infuses her powers into Ichigo so he can save his family. When the monster is gone, the girl introduces herself as Rukia Kuchiki, a Soul Reaper from the Soul Society. Her job is to cleanse souls and send them to the Soul Society. Unfortunately, some souls turn into evil Hollows which kill others and eat their souls. Rukia has become stuck on Earth because she accidentally gave all of her powers to Ichigo, who is now forced into becoming a Soul Reaper. That's what happens in the first book!!

Here's the link to the theme song: Bleach song

More of my story

2009-04-26T09:42:00.000-07:00

It still doesn't have a name yet, but I'm going to work on that when it's done. The main character, although she's called Alex, is named after my best friend, Alix. I just spelt it different because I wanted to. She's still named after Alix. Anyway, here's what I've written so far, from the beginning.

". . . And the local authorities are blaming this on one gang in particular . . ." They'd been causing trouble for weeks now. The vampires. Running rampant through city centres, electrocuting eachother and going on blood binges. Mum was born just after the vampires surfaced, but I was born into this kind of place. Mum hardly lets us further than the end of the road for fear we'll get drunk dry by some psychotic, bloodthirsty vampire. That's stupid though - full drains are illegal, and they're easier to spot in the 'burbs. So there I was, curled up on the sofa, watching an annoyed newswoman reporting on a big vampire bust-up in New York.
" . . . Thanks for that, Angela. Now, many of you have been sending in emails and texts, and we-"
"The news?" my 18-year-old sister Lillian walked in.
" The news. Seriously, you have a screw loose."
"Says you." I retorted.
"What's that s'posed to mean?" Lillian raised and eyebrow. I ignored her and stared at the TV screen. Lillian sighed and stalked off to the kitchen to make tea - Mum's off on a business trip, and Lillian's old enough to be left alone with me. After a few minutes of clattering and banging in the kitchen, Lillian called through,
"I'm going out." I didn't bother to ask where: she always went to the same one, because her boyfriend worked on the door.

About an hour and a hlaf later, Lillian had left with a group of friends, and I was alone. I was back in the living room, staring absently out of the window. Our house was in the corner of a cul-de-sac filled with identical brown-bricked houses and square hedges. Next to our crazy neighbor's house, was a huge, dense clump of wild bushes and brambles. It was connected to the ivy on her walls, so there was a large barricade of insecty, leafy green lurking outside her house like Godzilla. I was gazing blankly into the gigantic bush when something caught glinting my eye. Panicking, I shrank away from the window and turned on the TV; the voices made me feel safer. They had been glinting, emerald green, like huge jewels hidden away in the bush. Only certain people had eyes like that. Mum would have a fit if she knew. There was a vampire in our street.

I dreamed I was in a forest. I was running through it in panic, stumbling over fallen branches and tripping in rabbit holes. I didn't know why I was running, only that I had to get away. Away from what, or who, I didn't know. As I ran, I noticed flashes of emerald amongst the shadows. The vampire was following me. As if on cue, the eyes appeared in front of me, on a faceless man. I tripped and fell at his feet, panting frantically. The vampire lifted me up by my elbow. Looking for a means of defence, I accidentally caught his eye. I couldn't look away. I was a rabbit in headlights. His menacing gaze, along with his sharp teeth . . .
"AAAAAAA!!OUCH!!" I yelled as a sharp pain bit into the soft flesh of my underarm. Cursing badly, I sat bolt upright in bed. My sister was leaning over me, grinning mischievously and looking a little worse for wear. Yawning, I shot my hand out and pinched her bare upper arm.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Lillian hissed. I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh." she muttered, standing up. As she clambered off my knees, I noticed two scratches on her cheek. "Where'd you get those?" I asked, pointing at the thin red lines. She put her hand to them and shook her head, murmuring,
"Fell over. Must have scrawped myself." Lillian turned on her heel and clumsily made her way to her room. Shrugging, I ducked back under my duvet and fell asleep again.

I woke later that day, at a reasonable time for school (more reasonable than when Lillian attacked me, by far) and sleepily threw on my black and red school uniform, before trudging wearily downstairs to get breakfast. As I munched on my toast, I thought about the eyes. They'd definitely seen me. But had they only just spotted me? Or had they been fixed on me the whole time? I shuddered and nearly spilt my orange juice.

Nothing much happened at school; we did the same work as last week, Liam, the class rebel, got given six detentions and the dinner food was crap. Like every other person at Manchester Science College, I drifted aimlessly through the day on autopilot. But as I weaved through the babbling crowds rushing home at the end of the day, something caught my eye. Because of the Equal Rights things the government brought in on vampires, they're still entitled to all the normal stuff, like education. There was a vampire girl in Year 11, my year. She didn't stand out as a vampire - unless you counted her glowing yellow eyes. Two large boys were pestering her, and a small crowd was gathering, encircling the three of them. The girl tried to ignore the boys and make off throught the crowd, but they kept pulling her back, shoving her about.
"Why're you here, vampy girl?"
"Shouldn't you be out murdering people?"
"I-"
"Shut it toothy. We don't talk to vampires." What are you doing now then, stupid? I thought scathingly. The girl kept determinedly struggling from their grasp, even though they grabbed hold of her again every time. Suddenly, the wider of the two twisted her arms behind her back, locking her in place. I winced at her pained expression. I'd have stepped in, but these boys would have beaten me to a pulp, and I didn't think that would help things.
"I think we should knock those nasty fangs of yours out, before you hurt someone, don't you?" the talelr one sneered. The girl was frozen in terror, her yellow eyes glistening with tears. A small part of me realised that the teachers didn't seem to have noticed yet. The boy swung his fist. BAM!!! The girl broke free of the other boy, swung her arms forward and let loose a crackling orb of yellow electricity. It slammed into the boy and knocked him back about 20 feet into the crowd. She turned on the other boy, her eyes flashing. He tried to scramble away. A gust of wind knocked him into a wall. Everyone turned back to the girl. She was gone. I blinked dazedly, and with nothign left to do, began to walk home. I knew about the vampire weather control ability - that and animal communication and moderate mind control. I'd never seen it in real life before. I marvelled at it all, thinking of what I could do with that power, to blast things away like that girl had done . . . but I was beginning to sound like a supervillain. I sook my head and quickened my pace.

"Mum's back tomorrow." Lillian shuffled into my room while I was doing my homework and flopped down on my bed. Obviously, she still had a hangover. I looked up from my tedious maths work. Lillian looked awful. Her face was pale, there were deep purple bags under her bloodshot eyes and when she had spoken, her voice was hoarse and croaky.
"How much did you have last night?" I asked. She blinked wearily and shrugged,
"Not . . . not that much, really." I shook my head and was about to return to my work, when I noticed something. The cuts on her cheek were gone.
"The cuts . . ." I muttered.
"Wha - oh, I put make-up on." she answered quickly, not looking at me. Lillian jumped off the bed, tucked her dark brown hair behind her ears and shuffled back out again.

That evening, I trudged down to the living room to find Lillian. I checked the kitchen. I checked her room, the spare room and the bathroom. She wasn't there. Feeling slightly unnerved, I went back to the kitchen. On top of the polkadot table cloth was a post-it note. Gone out.
"Gone out." I murmured. " How smashed can she want to get?"

I sat, ramrod straight, staring at the TV. I could hear the words, but I couldn't understand them; it was like listening to white noise. I couldn't see my reflection, but I reckoned it was as pale as a ghost. My eyes were wide. I hadn't blinked for two minutes. Quickly, I glanced sideways, my dark grey eyes reaching into the darkness. Barely visible, but I saw them. Glittering green eyes.

At school the next day, the vampire girl didn't turn up. Everyone was whispering about yesterday's incident, and rumours were flying around like a virus. I heard some Year 7 kids saying that the girl had turned into a bat and flown away. Everyone knows vampires can't fly. Strangely enough, none of the teachers had seen or heard about what happened - not even nosey old Mrs Krat, the german teacher, and nothing got past her. Everyone pretty much sided against the two bullies, since everyone knew their parents were fierce anti-vampire campaigners. Most people just gave them dirty looks and a wide berth. Basically, it was just an average day. But there was still an eerie sense of wrongness.

I stood, panting, in the hallway. My bag was lying on the floor with my blazer. She never double locked the door. She never had the house silent. She never had the windows shut. Lillian hadn't come back. The house was exactly the same as this morning. It all clicked into place.

When Mum came home, I was sitting with my head on the kitchen table. I listened silently to her taking her shoes off and lugging her suitcase up the stairs. Lillian had had two scratches on her cheek. They were gone the next day. She looked drunk, but she hadn't drunk alot. Lillian didn't wear make-up, and she couldn't have been that drunk. We learnt in Biology that loss of blood produced the same effects as drinking alot. We also learnt that vampire bites heal quickly. There's a halfway point between human and vampire. First, you become a Shade, a half-mad, half-dead being. Unless you get bitten again within 3 months, you die. I knew exactly what Lillian had done. At that moment, Mum came into the room. She always had a way with knowing things. She just . . . knew stuff. So I wasn't surprised when her voice broke the silence, shaking slightly.
"She's gone, isn't she?"

A week later, only me and Mum knew about Lillian. It would be pointless to send out a search - you can't catch someone who can run like a greyhound and force you not to notice them. Anyway, if we did find her, she'd probably eat us. I didn't mention her at school - as unusual as it seemed, people going missing was becoming increasingly more common. It just never seemed like it could happen to us. I didn't talk much anymore, either.
"Alex, are you listening? Alex!" I nearly jumped out of my seat. I had completely zoned out - not a good thing for me to do, considering I was in the headmistress' office. Mrs Withers was standing in front of me with her claw-like hands on her hips and her watery eyes peering down at me. I was in her office for swearing loudly at a boy who insulted Lillian. I was more surprised the guy had actually whimpered when I was shouting at him, than remorseful at my wickidness. Still, I had to pretend to look sorry, or I'd get stuck in detention for a century. Re-arranging my face, I looked down and mumbled a 'yes'.
"Alex, you really do need to give yourself a good talking to. Shouting at people like that, not responding to teachers, hiding at break . . . why?" suddenly feeling irritated, I stood up.
"No disrespect or anything, miss," I looked her in the eye. "But I don't think it's any of your business."

I knew it'd happen. I just knew she'd do it. Mum wasn't too happy, and needless to say, I was all but locked in my room after tea, and Mum had marched off with my laptop. Mrs Withers had got sulky and suspended me. So there I was, lying in bed at 10pm, staring at the wall.
Tap tap.
"Aaaaaaiieeeee!!" I screeched, throwing myself against the wall. At the window was a figure. Not quite solid, not quite gas, it was like shadow; even darker than the street outside. Only their eyes gleamed, bright white with slitted pupils.
"Lillian!" I gasped, trying unsuccessfully to relax my tensed muscles; I could sense an air of danger around her now, probably like how a worm feels when it realises there's a massive bird right behind it. Lillian grinned through the glass, and my eyes were drawn to the razor sharp fangs she had now instead of teeth.
"Let me in, stupid." she whispered, her voice carrying throuch solid glass. Warily, I answered,
"Why should I? You could kill me."
"Really?" Lillian hissed sarcastically, "I thought the venom, razor sharp teeth and bloodlust made me gentler. Now let me in! I'm not going to kill you." I decided she was telling the truth and opened my window. Lillian climbed through and sat down on the floor. Before I could say anything, she began to talk.
"I never asked for this. I never wanted it, but it's happened. I was out with my mates, and we were just heading back home All of a sudden, we got pulled into this dark alley, The other three got taken first. Completely dried out. I hid behind a dustbin and waited for them to leave. They almost did. One of them remembered me though, and they sniffed me out. I was going to get killed too, but they started asking which of them could 'fit me in' - they were all full of the others, you see, I think one of them knocked me out, because next thing I knew, I was in some old house." Lillian shuddered. "There was another guy with them now. Dressed like a business man . He's a gang boss or something. Dunno which, though. He told me I was a Shade. He said I could run away, but if I didn't come back in two days, he wouldn't let any vampires near me. I came back here, but I felt awful. I went back the next day and made him change me completely." she stopped.
"Well, you're pretty much fine now, aren't you?" I asked, hunched up on my bed. She looked grim and shook her head, her dark brown bob swishing.
"Definitely not. I can't get away from them."
"What? Why?" I asked, confused. Lillian sighed.
"They got me at my weakest. I was in agony, and the boss guy, he . . .he made me make him a Promise." I winced. Vampires can't break promises. Not unless one of the people involved dies. Not a nice prospect.
"What do you have to do?"
"Whatever this guy wants. Steal, assault, lie, kill . . . anything this guy asks for. Tonight I got away. I found out something." I stiffened even more.
"Those men who killed my mates didn't know who I was. Their boss did. Him and his boss knew all about me."
"Why?" green eyes flashed across my mind's eye and I flinched. Lillian looked like she was about to cry.
"They're after you." I froze. My heart skipped a beat as I repeated the words in my head. As if to make up for the skipped beat, my pulse started going so fast I was almost vibrating.
"I have to go." Lillian was back outside the window again, and looked ready to run.
"You need to get away, Alex. Far away. But don't tell Mum anything except to get away too."

Britain's Next Top Model

2009-04-22T13:05:00.000-07:00

I watched the first episode of the new series of BNTM today from sky+ with my mum and stepdad. It was ok - quite funny actually. Mainly, we were laughing at the judge who's a photographer - she's called Huggy Ragnerrsson or something like that. When they introduced her, I thought they said 'hug me'. But it's her lips that are the most entertaining. It's a show about natural beauty, right? Look at her.Her lips. Very natural, hmm? And also, what mother calls her daughter (or even her son) after a brand of nappies?

When we were watching all the characters doing model-boot-campy things, like getting up at four in the morning, I was trying to decide on a favourite. I settled on a nice - looking girl who didn't seen to be stuck up or conceited. Lauren, she was called. She's still my favourite, even though my mum pointed out that she's called Lauren Wee. Reckon she got bullied at school?

At my school, however, I have been forced into auditioning to take part in the interhouse Drama competition. Alex (a girl) just said to me 'You're good at acting. You do it'. I didn't disagree, as she can be a bit scary sometimes, and I thought I might as well give it a go. I think I'm doing it with her, Sarah, Warren, another guy, Sanna, and a girl called Taliqua from Year 7. It's a one - minute audition in front of the rest of the house, which I had to repeat to Sarah, who wanted to do a modernized 'Romeo and Juliet: the Musical'. Just because she isn't in the main part, she's forcing me to sing Taylor Swift songs. Help.

Oh, and another thing

2009-04-19T10:23:00.000-07:00

I forgot, before. On my very angry ranting and moaning about school and shopping bit. I play on this website that, yes, has a girly name and is kind of girly, but it's fun. it's www.girlsense.com, and basically, the whole idea of it is that you design clothes, and decorate your shop front (or boutique, as the website likes to call it). Then, other people come and look at your clothes, and if they like them, then they can use some of the virtual money, 'g-cents', that they've saved up, and buy that item to sell in their shop. It's simple, but you can do loads of other stuff too, like the bad hair day game, which is quite good, and also some other games. You can also auction your clothes. I don't do it much, since, when I do it, nobody comes.

I went onto my account on girlsense the other day, and I had a bit of a shock. When you buy something from a shop, it sends an automatic note to the owner of the shop to say what you bought. Usually, when I don't log on for about 2 weeks, I get 10 notes, some of which are responses from me buying stuff. I logged on the other day, and I had 116 notes, 83 of which were purchases, the rest of which were reccomendations and people sending notes to say they'd favourited my shop. Good, because now I have lots of 'money'. Bad, because they cleaned out my shop, so I have to design a whole load more clothes. Still, at least some people like them. The address for my shop is http://www.girlsense.com/premium/eBoutiques/viewer.pl?nickname=mihokosan
and my little sister's one is http://www.girlsense.com/premium/eBoutiques/viewer.pl?nickname=lilyamber9
she doesn't go on hers much, or hasn't gone on hers lately since I didn't tell her her password, so she doesn't glue herself to the computer and have a diva strop when she has to leave it to eat. HAHAHA.

Sorrysorrysorrysorry

2009-04-19T08:37:00.000-07:00

No offence, but I don't really find telling my private business to a computer so everyone can see that interesting, really. It just wastes my time. If there was a machine, like an automatic Twitterer that could just follow me all day, then there'd be alot more posts probably. I just forced myself to do this so my Dad wouldn't be on my case. Hence the 'Sorrysorrysorrysorry' bit.

I have to go back to school tomorrow. I don't like getting up at stupid o'clock to spend 7 hours in uncomfortable clothes trying to understand thigns, the majority of which, I am not the least bit interested in. Take science, for example: Why would I ever rightly want to spend my time learning the difference between sedimentary and igneous rock. I'm not a geologer, and I don't ever plan on even beginning to be one, so there's about 3 hours of my week completely wasted. Next: I. HATE. MATHS. If my maths teacher/form tutor saw that, it'd probably break his heart. I'm good at maths, but I don't like it. Whenever I tell people this, they always go, 'Oh, but it can't be that bad if you're doing so well.' Just because I'm good at something doesn't mean I like it. It's not because the maths work is too easy. IT's because it's too damn hard!! I'm challenged enough when I try and help the set four people with their homework, let alone trying to understand my own, and I'm above them. Heaven knows how I manage to do so well. I must be the queen of lucky guesses.
Even English is getting boring at the moment. I like English, but, along with many other people, I don't like doing grammar. Sure, you need it to write stuff, but doing work on apostrophes for 3 weeks really does take it out of you - especially when, since English is part of the core curriculum, I have to take it more often than some of the other, more entertaining subjects, like PE. Or other not-so-fun ones, like Games. Netball is really fun, but being forced into playing it in the freezing cold by a prejudiced coach who gives the other team a penalty because mine's been playing properly, is really annoying. And so is hockey. I have to use 'men's' hockey sticks. What kind of men play hockey, I don't know, because these hockey sticks are meant to come up to the waist, but the men's ones reach my hips - just about.

Anyway, enough ranting. I went shopping the other day, because it was my nana's 62nd. I'm not going to moan, but I don't find the usual kind of shopping sprees fun. As in, going into the town centre and spending ages inside a furniture shop (You furniture and home decoration shops know who you are: naming no names, but *cough* HABITAT) where I can't actually buy anything, because I don't need to have a magnificently unique plain white round ceramic plate in my house. The thought of a shop like that makes me want to bang my head on my desk.
Luckily, we got to go in Waterstone's. The shop assistant probably thought there was something wrong with me - I mean, how many smiling-faced young girls go into a bookshop and buy 3 books on vampires? Not the Twilight saga, I've already read them about 5 times. I bought The Twilight Companion, which is basically a guide to vampires and werewolves, written by a fan of the Twilight saga. I also bought the second two books in a trilogy on vampires, the first of which, I bought in Gatwick airport on the way back form Cuba while I was waiting for a very delayed connection flight to Manchester. The first book is called Marked, the second is Betrayed and the third one, which I'm currently reading is Chosen. The series is, obviously, about vampires (or vampyres, as they're known in the book.). Vampyres aren't made by a human being bitten, though; it's a physical Change brought on by puberty. The first sign of this is becoming Marked - the tattoo of a crescent moon on your forehead. When this happens, the marked person has to go and live in a vampyre school, or House of Night, and finish four years of this Change. Sometimes, it goes wrong, and you die. Painfully. The series is about a girl from Oklahoma, called Zoey Redbird. She gets marked, has to move into the House of Night, and begins to follow the sort-of religion that vampyres follow, of worshipping Nyx, the Greek goddess of night. Zoey gets magic powers and finds out that she is going to be the new High Priestess in training, and obviously, some adventure ensues. It's a good series, and, since it was written by a mother and daughter (P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast) it sounds like the point of view of a real teenage girl, although the way some of the characters talk to eachother is quite corny. Kind of nineties style. But other than that, it's a good book.

Human Pyramid

2009-03-31T09:01:00.000-07:00

one of my mates broke her nose today. OR I think she did, anyway - it could have been dislocated. At lunch I was on the field with my mates Zoe and Zaira, and we were just walking around and chatting, stuff like that. About 20 minutes later, we saw a load of our mates from some other forms making a human pyramid, so we went and over to have a look. Zoe joined in at some point, I think - I got a bit confused, so I didn't see much. Then this Year 11 boy ran past and pushed the pyramid over, then booted a football into the crowd. It hit Zoe's face, and pushed her nose up. The first thing I saw was Zoe walking away with her hands on her face. I thought someone had upset her so I went to see what had happened - she had her hands holding a tissue to her face. The tissue didn't do much good, as blood was going everywhere, all down her arm and across her face. IT was kind of cool, in a sick way.

New Book (W.I.P.)

2009-03-30T09:00:00.000-07:00

I'm currently writing a new book - the name hasn't been decided yet, but it's being worked on. This is what I've written so far (bearing in mind I started it today):

"...And the local authorities are pinning this on one gang in particular ..." they'd been causing trouble again. The vampires. Running rampant through city centres, electrocuting eachother and going on blood binges. According to Mum, they've been like that since they surfaced in the '80s - they don't take very well to sharing. She hardly let me and my sister go further than the end of the road for fear we'd get drunk dry by some psychotic bloodthirsty vampire man. That's stupid though, since 'full drains' are illegal, and they're easier to spot in the 'burbs. So there I was, curled up on the leather sofa in the living room, watching the news. A newswoman a distinctly annoyed expression and blonde hair blowing all over her face in the gale surrounding her - vampires can do that; make big storms and stuff. She was reporting on a big vampire gang bust - up somewhere in Manhattan.
"...Thanks for that, Angela. Now, many of you have been sending in your thoughts by email and-"
"The news?" my 18-year-old sister Lillian walked into the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. "The news. Seriously, you have a screw loose."
"Says you." I retorted absently, my eyes on the screen.
"What's that s'posed to mean?" Lillian raised an eyebrow. I ignored her and stared at the TV. Lillian sighed and stalked off to the kitchen to make tea - Mum's on a business trip in London, and Lillian's old enough to be left alone with me.

After a few minutes of clattering and banging in the kitchen, Lillian called through,
"I'm going out later."

Check out my picture!!!

2009-03-25T14:03:00.000-07:00

I MADE A REALLY COOL PICTURE ON PAINT YESTERDAY!!!! I'm practicing doing Manga on paint, and I think it turned out quite well, don't you? XD

that's all for now folks.

Don't Like Rounders

2009-03-24T09:30:00.000-07:00

I don't like rounders. It's difficult, it's boring and left-handed peopel get treated bad since no-one's used to bowling for us. I played it today in Games at school. It is SO BOOOOORRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!! If I find the person who invented it, there's gonna be trouble. Lots of trouble. I'd love to write more, but I haven't really got anything to write about, unless you count my timetable. And I don't think it's that interesting really. So that's it.

People Should Learn To Be Positive

2009-03-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

People SHOULD learn to be positive!!! It's all attitude, isn't it? You go about something thinking that you can't do it, or that it's impossible, then it's a hell of a lot harder than if you go about it positively. For example, today we did inter-form netball. In my form, we have about half the year 8 netball team is in my form, and all together, there's me, my mate Alix, Alex (a girl), Meghann, Eibhilin, Mariam and Sanyia. Meghann, Alex ad Eibhilin are off the school team, so they're obviously quite good. With two of the other forms, we mashed them into the ground (4-1 and 9-3) so we were quite happy. We went on to play against the last form - that's when it all went wrong. The form we were playing have one good player, Sarah. She wasn't on for the first half, and we were winning easily, as Sarah's form are all, to be polite, not exactly the tallest or fastest of people. In the second half though, they brought Sarah on, and everyone on my team just went completely flat, because, like I said - Sarah is a good player. All of our team just stopped trying to mark people, stopped trying to do anything at all. I was the only one making an effort, because all they needed to do wasstop letting Sarah get the ball. If we had possession we could have beat them easily. But just because they became all negative because of one person, the other form beat us 12-4. I was, to say the least, very annoyed.