Dear Die-ary...

I'm back. We had a second lesson of History today (last lesson), and I couldn't be bothered to do any work. I REALLY need to get my eyes tested. My long-sightyness is giving me a hard time. Well anyway, as I said, the project's on Votes for Women. So I randomly drew that (scary) picture of Brain up there. That reminds me... I need to sort out my plan with Becky on the video-taping thing.

Second attempt at getting my badge back. I still miss it. Apparently, my friend Sophie has seen a girl wearing the EXACT SAME BADGE around skool...interesting...we must research... So I put notes in the registers again, and asked teachers to be on the lookout for it. My grades have been bad ever since I lost it, and coursework needs to be in soon, so I MUST get it back as soon as possible, or my skool-life is dead.

I MISS IT I MISS IT I MISS IT!!!!!!!

I think I'll shut up about it until I get it back.

Wish me luck, again.

Right now I'm sitting in history. It's pretty risky, as the cover teacher, who seems nice, keeps walking 'round the class every 2 minutes. I think I'm the only person not working......or maybe not. But all the same, I'm still gonna update my blog. As this is an all-girls school, I find it genderist that our history topic is 'Votes for women'. Personally, I don't give a damn about it. Everyone shuns me for that view. But I say, what's done is done, doesn't really matter now. I keep hearing people scream out, "Oh my god! She's a legend!!" While reading things about women throwing themselves in front of horses and carts. 'Tis hard being a tom-boy, I really think I was meant to be a guy. Hence my nickname, "Bob" or "Bobeth". Anyway, in my view, if these girls in my class had the vote, there would be fields of eyeshadow and pillars of lipstick. I shudder to think this.

Bye now, they want the laptops back.

^ Don't you think that's a cool picture?? I do. It's my current MSN piccy :) I have no idea why, but somehow I prefer the Brain to Pinky (AAAAARGH!!! HOW DARE I!??!)

Anyways, yesterday, while impatiently waiting for Pinky and the Brain to come on, I had to watch some other crappy things they usually have on CBBC. Then a little note on the TV screen said: 'Next: Pinky and TB'. That made me laugh so hard, I think that's probably one of the funniest CBBC muck-ups. Why do I think that's funny? I don't know.

I had to ask around for people who watch Dick and Dom (in da Bungalow). P&TB is moving to Dick and Dom, and so I wanted to record it, but it has no set time, and I have to go to Orchestra on Saturdays, remember? So I asked Charlie, as I knew she watched it. She refused to help me out. She gave no reason, but just said it was stupid (what is? The programme or my request?) So I asked Nikki. Problem is, she only has a DVD recorder. Dang. So I ask Becky...Hooray!! She says she can do it. But for some reason Charlie kept on trying to talk Becky out of it... Is Charlie my friend anymore? Good grief, she's plotting against me. But I MUST get Becky to record it...my life depends on it!! (or maybe not, but oh well)


ZORT!!!!!

I was so bored yesterday I drew that picture until my hand lost control with my mind and the pictures became strange scribbles, and my hand waving about smashing into the walls and doors and it was threatening to kill me. So how are you?

In fact, I'm still bored. On MSN, no one's online. Are they still in bed??? I was up at 9:30. Lucky me. I think I've been blocked by everyone, and it's all because of my mad outbreak yesterday. I have as my avatar (display picture, avvy, call it what you will) a picture of the Brain (from Pinky and the Brain, keep up) and as my personal message wrote, "Praise the almighty Brain, our lord and master!!!!!" and IMed everyone instructing them to bow down to the Brain. Of course, they all refused, and I 'narf'ed them. I was feeling so random yesterday... it's unbelievable. To me, anyway. I think everyone else felt it coming. But now my stomach is in pain, and I've died.

To end this, here's a nursery rhyme I just made up.

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master and one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Give me that wool, or I'll have to gut your brain,
Oh sir, no sir, you're insane!
Let me go and get help from my wife,
And please sir, will you kindly put down that knife.

...............I was bored!!!!! And in pain.

I went into the skool library today. I wanted to get out a horror book with small print, as I'm long sighted and so I can't really read big print. Anyways, after long searching for a book, and only managing to find Dracula, Frankenstein, and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, which I've got, I managed to find one. It was The Shining. I've always wanted to read that book, and now I had the chance to get it. So I bounded up to the desk, and handed it over to be scanned. She asked me the regular questions, Name, and to put my finger on the pad. Then she asked my year, and if I've read S.King's books before. I thought, "What the Hell..." and before long, she broke the silence of the library, "I don't think you should read this book." I felt all eyes burning into the back of my head. And to unbalance that sensation, was the woman at the desk's cold staring eyes, in a fixed position on me. I pondered her comment. Then she said to me, "I think this book would be too scary for you, feel free to give it back if you get too scared." I know I look like a 12-year-old, but I'm actually a 14-year-old in year 10. I just said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." And tried to free my book from her grasp. I succeeded at last, and before I left, she shouted after me, "Tell your parents you've got that book." This is coming from a woman who gives 'racy' books to year eights (12-year-olds).

Oh darn. I do believe I have a new obssession: Pinky and the Brain. Apparently, as my friend Nikki says, I'm Pinky and Brain put together, she says I'm an insane genius. (Well, the insane bit's right...) I remember Pinky and the Brain from when I was about 3 or 4. Along with Count Duckula and Rentaghost (I never saw DangerMouse until I was 12), Pinky and the Brain was a favourite of mine. The theme tune plays through my head over and over...

They're Pinky and the Brain, yes Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius, the other's insane...

Then I forget all the words.

Enough about lab mice! On with the show!

In Engrish (English) we're reading Jane Eyre. Worse off than the ones reading Frankenstein, better off than the ones reading Romeo and Julliet. Jane Eyre would be an OK-ish book, if it wasn't for the teachers. One teacher, Mrs Smith, reads it slowly because of her eyesight, and makes us disect every word and sentence until it is no longer a pleasure to read (from the context of the book, that sounds wrong), but a ruined mess. Not only that, but Mrs Smith has some queer little memories when reading it, and tells us her life story. A week or so ago, she said that when she was a little girl, living on a farm, she was running up the field and saw 3 people - a man, a woman, and an old woman. She ran up to ask why they were there, but they disapperared, and she couldn't find them anywhere. About 10 years later she went back to the farm, with her husband, and her mother (I think) and they went to the gate. As Mrs Smith turned 'round, she saw herself as a little girl running up the field. She said it was a 'Time Warp'. Well, 'Warp' is correct...

Also, I learnt never to trust a PE teacher. I learn slow, reader, I learn slow. Our topic this term is Badminton, and we have to march across the school field, through a gate which we have to wait for it to be unlocked by a teacher, then into a sports centre. Then we have to change our shoes outside (The field isn't even muddy) then go in, and listen to the teacher drone on. Well anyway, I was rather enjoying myself, beating everyone (ok, I didn't beat everyone). Then we trudged back across the field again (watch for the invisible mud!), and I heard the teacher say, "Oh, look, it's quarter past three". That's when the skool bells go. So I had to sprint back, and the bells went. I had no time to get changed, so I had to leggit to my bus, as SOMEONE is bound to get the last seats. They're such b*tches there, they take 2 seats each, one for them and one for their bag. Then they lean across you to talk to their friends on the other side of the bus. They do that on purpose. Anyway, I was lucky to get a seat.

Narf!

As you can see, I'm slowly running out of pictures.

Anyways, when I approached the freezing building where orchestra takes place, I stopped to shudder, and see if I had my survival kit with me. That consists of my violin (so I don't get yelled at), my Dracula book (in case it gets boring), and my drink (for...guess). I then went in. I was surrounded by its prison-like walls.
As I'm the first one in my group there, I started decomposing while I waited for 1 and a half hours. Then the doors flew open as dying kids ran out, like pigeons in baskets. So I slithered in, and got my violin ready.
I sighed as I turned around and saw that I had been replaced, yet again, with an 8 year old. So, with no show of emotion, got out my own stand and chair, and music. But Jane (the conductor) noticed something missing. The leader! Another 8 year old! She wasn't there! TRAGEDY!!!!! So she was forced to pick someone else (out of the blue, knowing her) and that person was...me! Little old me right at the back! Well, THAT showed those giggling mindless 8 year olds. If looks could kill, I'd be hung, drawn and quatred. 7 times. And most of those looks were from the person sitting next to me. She was NOT pleased, I could tell. And I tried to make a good job out of my position. Maybe next week I'll remain as the leader!!!!!

Yeah, like.

Another lovely pic done by me months ago. (lovely?) Thought I'd start this off with something random.

Anyways, Dodging bullets again. Despite my extra time to get on and do my artwork, I didn't do as much as I could have done. Let's all blame the new "Little Britain" series. Anyways, I managed to get my lab coat, which was a good start. Then I trudged back up to the room that smells of disinfectant and paint. I threw my lab coat on me, and immediately started work. The teacher was slightly late, so I had more time. And since this day was cold (another thing about that, yes I know I'm diverting away from the original topic, but all the plastics were complaining of cold. One even wore her scarf and gloves in the lessons. I know it's winter, but why are they cold? I don't feel the cold! In fact, I was rather warm. Being me has its advantages, as I feel neither too hot nor too cold. Hehe) the first thing the teacher said when she came in was "I have a cold today, and a sore throat, so I cannot look at your books as I would lose my voice." Lucky me.

And the sadder (to me, anyway) part of today was that I got a Penfold toy from eBay in the post. Unfortunately one side of his glasses broke while in the post. So I tried out different kinds of glue, PVA, prittstick, superglue, etc to stick them back again. When I tried superglue, the glasses stuck back together again. Yay. But then, as I was cuddling him by the computer (I'm very obsessive, as you can tell), I accidentaly dropped him. Not a very big fall, and onto a soft carpet, however the fall managed to break both sides of his glasses. I give up.

<--That, my friends, is my 'Electing a parent Governer' letter that I received at skool today. I decided to give my parents the rest of filling it out, if they were going to fill it out, and do it myself. I hadn't done something random for quite a while, so I decided to do that. Please excuse the writing, I'm trying to improve, but it just ain't working. Anyways, you know what? I've been dared to hand it in, as is. And EVERYONE knows I'm up for a dare (unless it is a kiss-dare, or anything like that), so...... guess what my detention will be for!!!!!!!

Anyhoo, about dodging the bullet.

First: Art. All art lesson I was planning on trying to catch up on the work, as I'm VERY behind (in my view, anyway). HOWEVER, the teacher had other plans. She taught us all about using mod-rock (or however it's spelt, if different) which took up most of the lesson. Then afterwards, said she wanted to see everyone's Art books. This was BAD NEWS, and even worse, as there's not many people in my class, and as my surname's Daniels, I'm 3rd (I think) on the register. So I waited for my death sentence. And just as she dismissed the person before me, the bell rings. So, quite literally Saved by the Bell. So now I have to catch up before tomorrow's lesson.

And, whaddya know, I lived twice. This time it was in Chemistry. Our teacher's strict about bringing everything to our lessons. But this lesson, I didn't have my lab coat, my folder, OR my book. I was totally screwed. So I searched around, trying to get books and folders off of people. It didn't work. So I had to face the mad scottish red-head known as my Chemistry teacher. But when I got there... Mr Waters??? What's HE doing there????? Mrs Petrus, the chem. teacher wasn't there today, so I had the nice (nice as in friendly...) Mr Waters instead. And he set us some work in books that we didn't have, so no need for my book. Yay!!!!!

Hello.
Right now I'm on a computer in Business Studies, doing nothing like everyone else (I've already said that...) Anyways, I have a right to do nothing, as I've done the required work, plus more. Everyone else is WAY behind compared to me. Hehe. It's all because they're listening to music (which has a horrible contrast when it is all put together, ugh) and going on chatrooms, looking at the new mobile phones, etc. So happy little me who has done everything possible is now taking time to update her blog, since she is already on a computer.
Unfortunately, the printer broke so I had to write all my work out on paper. So now my hand hurts.
There is a lot to say about Limited Companies, as I've just discovered. Private limited companies, limited companies, preference shares, ordinary shares, etc etc.
I don't really have anything else to say, as this horrible mix of rap and R&B is giving me a headache and is drowning out my thoughts.
As I look around now, I see no one working. Rather reminds me of me in my IT lessons.
Well, I guess I must go now, as I can't write with 'Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh...' blaring from someone's headphones into my ear.
Toodle-oo!

*Taps on microphone* Is this thing on? Good. That crappy pic up there is one I drew for Club DM. Apparently they think it's cute :) I guess that's ok. So basically I just want to say, Thanks everyone!!! It's hard to tell a white lie :).

Anyways, this thing about Christmas. Everyone around me is starting to celebrate it, so that put me in the mood for that 'religious' holiday. Why celebrate it? It was originally made to celebrate Jesus' birth. And it really sucks having a birthday 13 days after Christmas, so my year is done. Why am I complaining? I never get anything I want, unless if I say what it is I want, but that then spoils the surprise. For example, presents I have got. Last Christmas (I gave you my heart...) I got a GIANT box of make-up from my crazy Nanny. Now that shows that she knows NOTHING about me. I never wear make-up. Never have, never will. Well, at least I had fun drawing on it using the eyeliner. And for my last birthday, I got a furry, hideous looking PINK bag. I HATE PINK!!!!! I can usually find a use for things I don't want, but I was really stuck for a use for this...this...this. Anyways, if any of my family or friends or fans are reading, here's my Christmas list:

• Weird Al CDs
• SpongeBob SquarePants stuff!!!!! ♥♥♥
• DangerMouse stuff (annuals, videos, DVDs, toys, etc)
• Count Duckula stuff (annuals, videos, DVDs, toys, etc again)
• How about Sky? PLEEEEEEASE?????
• NO pink stuff, NO make up, and NO girly-stuff
• Funny and cool T Shirts (particularly the DangerMouse 'Usual Suspects' one)
• Anything to help with my Animating career in Aardman
• How about David Jason's autograph?
• ETC

That goes for my birthday as well. I think I'm about ready for Christmas.

And here's a warning to everyone out there: Do NOT, I repeat, NOT, attempt to eat icing-on-toast. I've just tried it. Bloody hell, it's awful!!!!!

*SOUND: Microphone feedback* AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!

GAAAAAAAH!!!!! I have a random obsession with Stiletto (from DangerMouse) at the moment. So if you see tons of pictures of him on here, or as my MSN display pic, that is why. I even have a new friend on MSN who shares my obsession with him. I get these obsessions with stuff all the time. One moment I may be completely obsessed with SpongeBob, and then obsessed with Vampires. It happens all the time, but you just have to keep up.

Anyhoo, today I went with my Grandad to buy a new sofa. He had his eye on one of those sofa-beds, but unfortunately they didn't have any of the kind he wanted at the shop/store/whatever. So we had to spend a long time looking for one like it.

So I was happily sitting on a leather chair, 'trying it out', when a family came along. The youngest member, a toddler, was crying and coughing. The father picked him up, trying to sooth him, when the child opened his mouth wide, and threw up on a leather sofa (thankfully not the one I was sitting on). Such a lovely color too! It was rather funny watching the family scream out 'Oh my god' and 'what are we going to do now??' So I slithered off back to my dad (who was with us) and explained the event. I had fun in decribing it all in detail.

So the embarassed family left, with the toddler still bawling his head off, and a member of staff came over with a mop. Shame he threw up on a leather sofa, it would have been much more interesting if it was an expensive one which is hard to clean. Anyways, the member of staff stopped suddenly, and called over to the other staff, 'No wonder he threw up, he's eaten some plastic!' Makes you think, doesn't it? No? Oh well. It was worth a try.



Well, I must fly now. Apparently I have to do homework.
Guten Byen!

Grrrrrrr. A headache, a bruise on the hand you write with, and a bad back. It could only mean one thing: A test.

As as you can see from the title, it was a Maffths test. Oh, Maffths is what we call Maths, by the way. So I went in, and memorised how to work out the surface areas of cylinders, spheres, and cones. I was told to put the book away, as the teacher was handing out the tests. After putting my name at the top, I decided to draw a margin on the paper. While I was doing this, the teacher asked, "Is everyone ready?" "NO," I called out, but I don't think she heard me, as she officially started the test. Everyone started scribbling away, leaving me unprepared at that point. So I picked up the question sheet, and started on the first question. I knew the answer straight off, but my headache slowed me down.

After 3/4 of an hour of pythagoras' theorem, scale factors and trigenometry (or as I call it, Frigginometry), I looked up to see how everyone else was getting on. Most had their heads still down, working hard. And, just out of curiousity mind you, I glanced at the answers of the person next to me. I'm not a cheater, I don't look for answers, I just want to see how tidy their's is and how far they got etc. But she had her answer sheet covered by the question sheet. Which, for some odd reason, put me in an uncomfortable postition.

All in all, I think I did rather well. If I'm lucky, I could get 100%, but there was one question which I'm not altogether fond of. It was a pair of parallel sides, with a rhombus sitting on the lines, and a line from one corner, going diagonally down to the other corner. And we had to prove that the triangles in the rhombus were corresponding. So I went about trying to decide whether it was using the rules of Angle Angle Side, or Side Angle Side, or Side Side Side... In the end I decided it was Angle Angle Side. BUT I'm always wrong in that topic, so I wouldn't be at all surprised if I'm horribly wrong.

The teacher finished the test early as she had underestimated our working speed. When she collected our tests in, we immediately discussed our answers. It turns out that everyone around me had also put Angle Angle Side for that question I've just described. Then another question was discussed. The one about Scale Factors. Now, I just have to say, I'm the best in my class at Scale Factors, so I easily explained the answer. Then everyone around me said they'd got the question wrong.

And so, in conclusion, I just have to say, I'll never go into another test in pain again.
Also, We learn from our mistakes, not from our successes. Unless if I get all the questions right, which is also OK.

Hey, this 'Excitement and headaches' thing is getting quite regular. I might as well name all my posts 'Excitement and headaches'.

Well, as I almost always do, I will start with excitement.

Yesturday, I was minding my own business in English. The teacher was droning on about 'Jane Eyre', when I happened to look up at the notice board. Amongst 'Come to Dance Club' and 'Bus times' notices, I spotted my missing badge poster, slap bang in the middle, clear as anything!! And it wasn't just in English, oh no, it was in virtually every classroom I went in!!! And today three girls came up to me and asked, 'Hey, are you the girl looking for the badge?' This I confirmed, but I was confused... How did they know?? I didn't put my name on the poster! I just said I would be in my classroom, and they should ask for the girl looking for the badge [action] shifty eyes [/action]. But all the same, it does not matter to me, as I know people are looking for my precious badge.

And now for headaches. Yippee!!!

I would have had a completely happy day, but for the bus. If only I had dodged that melevalent vehicle!!! But I couldn't. I was the first one on, as I usually am, and I sat in my usual seat, at the front, on the right. I sat there, happy as a clam (Note to self: Find out how that saying originated) reading Dracula (yes, I am still reading that book). When the bus started, and went on its way, I put my book away and stared out the window. I must have looked stupid and dozy or something, as I felt something slide by my back, and as I have a very quick reaction, turned 'round to see what it was. It was a girl behind me, who slowly put her Fanta can in my pocket (I just managed to see her hand go back). Now, this wouldn't have meant as much to me if it was any other day, but on this particular day the girls behind me had been on a skool trip to a rubbish dump, to learn why recycling was important. She must think I was some sort of a recycling machine. Stupid girl! I would have thrown it back at her with full force (I'm stronger than the average girl... genderist remark, but true!!!!!), but I didn't. So now I am here plotting revenge.

I'm good at doing that >:)

That's it, Nero, you keep bouncing.

Today went surprisingly...well! Y'know that History project I gave in? I got an A-!!! Well, makes a change from Ds. And my comic (Vampeep) wasn't put in the School magazine. BUT it apparently wasn't given in by the person I gave it to, to give it in. So I have to do all the other introductions, now. Also my yoghurt exploded on me. And my biology teacher shouted at me because I was 'unorganised', but when she asked me any questions, I got them right. And now all the lights have gone and blown up. So now I'm in complete darkness, save a computer screen and a candle.

And I still haven't found my badge!!!!!

So what kind of day would you say this was? Rather balanced, I'd say.

Ignore this. I'm just going to be randomly raving about violin.

Well, today (which just so happens to be Guy Fawkes' night) I found out who I am being replaced with in violin. A grade 3 violinist by the sounds of it. Oh, and by the way, I'm GRADE 5!!!!! And, just so you know, she sounds terrible on the violin. I really hate to say it, coz she's a nice kid 'n' all, but she gets out of tune, does bad timing, and tons of other mistakes too numerous to mention. Plus all the time her violin knocks into mine. So I slowly edge away to give myself space to play one measly note, and suddenly her violin crashes into mine again. No matter how far away from her I am, her violin is ALWAYS there. I bet even if I was a mile away from her, my violin would still be hit by her protruding instrument. I reckon I'll have to try playing upside down to get a few second's worth of playing. In my mind, I'm superior to all of those kids in the orchestra.

Oh, and I hope that I won't be blown up by a firework tonight. Let me live until I find my badge!!!!!

I think today, for a change, I'll start with headaches.

Well, I wasn't gonna tell you lot this, but a few days ago I lost my badge!!!!!!!! I loved that badge, it was attached to my blazar for about 1 year, and it seemed to give me luck. It was sooo cool, too (well it was to me) and it was very very rare. I guess it's even rarer now.

Anyways, it looks/looked like this:

And it means so much to me. So I put notes in the registers to try and find it. I reckon people are gonna think, "What the hell?? All this fuss for a BADGE??!?" But I don't care. I just want it back. I loved that badge.

Thus ends my woes, and here is my excitement.

Well, in RE we were told to draw our souls. And so everyone started scribbling on pieces of paper, and I thought to myself, "How do you draw a SOUL??" So I drew a piece of cheese. Then I started drawing characters around it... and the picture developed. I even included all the characters from Vampeep :) It's at http://uk.geocities.com/sbsp_fan_1/peace.bmp

And the teacher went around, showing us his favorite ones. All the pictures he showed were of eyes ("The eyes are the windows to the soul") or butterflies or the suchlike. As you can guess, mine wasn't shown.

I'm very slow at packing up, so at the end of the lesson, I was the last out. The teacher asked me a question: "Was that lesson enlightening to you?" So I smiled and said,

"Yes... yes, I guess it was."