Friday, June 30, 2006
MISSING: 20% of my hair
WOW, Strong Sad in gothic attire?? Ni-i-i-i-ice. He looks incredibly cool.
Anyway, about my hair being missing. Well, just now I had my haircut. It's not that the hairdresser hacked off all of my hair, in fact, she didn't cut that much off. No, she wanted to comb my hair before she cut it. So, yes, she did. Well, attempted to. My hair's too knotted to do anything with it. About 19% of my hair was ripped out of the tangles that they had preserved. (The other 1% was just cut.) So, I have less hair... yay.
Strange things happened today. For example, I was called into Mrs Salt's office. I didn't know why, she just sneaked up on me after the morning's assembly. So, I was worrying all day about what she was to say to me at lunch time...
I waited outside her office, nervously shifting from side to side on the 'wait here NOW' seat. I have often seen people stand outside her office, and everytime I noticed their scowl, the impression would be that they were in deep trouble, like they were waiting to get detention or a similar punishment. And now I was waiting there. I glared at the people who walked past; they all looked down their noses at me, their eyes squinting... I could tell that if they were to say anything, they would say, "HA". The most noticable sneer was from that B1TCH Sophie Hoff (don't care if you're reading this. You ratted on me for the graffiti thing, and everyone knows it. Everyone also know what a b1tch you are.), who hovered over me, and her EYES. They were so thin, they were thinner than the side of a piece of paper. The look on her face was like, "My work here is done." Seriously.
Waiting and waiting and waiting... I hoped it would be over soon. Eventually, I heard footsteps, and a creaky voice. From around the corner creeped Mrs Salt. She swept me up from my seat, and I followed her into her office. She told me to sit down, which I did. Another teacher followed me, and this is where MORE waiting is involved. Mrs Salt wanted to show this teacher an email, and this took about 5-10 minutes. As soon as the teacher scuttled off, Mrs Salt produced a sheet I had filled in. Have I mentioned this sheet before? It's a sheet I had to fill in about Work Experience, she didn't like what I put, and sent it back to me, I filled it in again, and today involves the next point of the story. So, she sat down, and sighed at me. I had gone over it again, yes, but she must be blind or something, because she said I had done NOTHING to it. I could tell this'd take a long time.
In the next 20 minutes or so, she squeezed useless information out of me. Seriously, it was NOT NEEDED. But somewhere in that interview, the subject turned to bullying, self-esteem, friends, and similar crap. She asked if there were any REAL friends in my class that I talked to, and then she told me that I seemed 'lonely'. I said I prefered it that way, to which her response was that of "YOU... ALIEN!!!!! OMGONOZ, SHE IS NOT NORMALLLL!!!!!!!111one111zorz!" No, she didn't say that, I mean the expression on her face was... Never mind. Then, she went on about her needing to increase my self-esteem, and that I would have to have some sort of 'councilling' session every now and then. I couldn't believe this... But if she has issued me an invitation to twist everything until it is no longer recognisable...
Then I must accept.
*grins maniacally*
Monday, June 26, 2006
Attack of the limpets
^I got attacked by one of these today. Her name was Clarissa.
I only did a simple thing. I knew it was a mistake to do it at that time. I just had some feeling that it was a bad time to do it... OK. Let's set the story. My Dad told me of a job at a shop near where I live. It's quite an amazing job - paper round on Sunday, 7am, get £7 per round. Easy moneys! So, I was sent 'round there with my mother to check the job out, and hopefully get one. But when I walked in...
NO!
Not her!!
Anything but HER!!
There was my nightmare. A girl named Clarissa. OK, so she's not exactly a nightmare, but... She was born about 5 or 6 months early, so she acts weird. Then, I am bossed around by her, and because I'm a feeble person at heart (I don't like hurting people's feelings by saying I dislike them, unless if the feeling's mutual! I don't know why), I always do what she demands. I was once requested (actually, demanded) that I go 'round her house one day. So I did. What we did was I watched her bounce on her trampoline, then danced with her. I almost died that day. And the worst thing is... She likes hugging everyone who knows her name. So when I walked into this shop, she flew at me, and hugged me. I was trapped. My Mom could not understand the look of distress on my face. She just said 'Aaw,' and assumed I was a plastic. The very thought!!
I had MUCH FUN with 'Rissa. She started asking weird questions, repeating them over and over again. I'm so glad, however, that she did not ask the 'usual question'. This is, "Have you got a boyfriend?" She used to ask me that every week (I used to go to some religious club with her). Of course, every week the answer'd be "NO". And so, she kept going on and on... hugging me once every minute. Then she asked if I had MSN... and wrote down her address on my hand. Or, more precisely, on my eczema. It's all ouchy in a green felt-tip pen sort of way. She even asked where I lived, and if I could walk home with her!! I swear she's stalking me.
And then she went. I'm still debating whether I add her on MSN or not. She might enquire about my 'weird' MSN name. I might have to block everyone in that case, so they won't see my accursed 'new name'. It makes sense to me, anyway.
Anyway, I got down one of my Amigas today! Strange story... yesterday, my parents went up to the attic to get one down. However, they said they could not find it. I offered to look for it myself, and they blocked me from going up there. Hmm. So I found it today. Oh, those liars. Problem is, how the hell am I supposed to get down a keyboard, a bunch of joysticks and wires, and a HUGE and HEAVY monitor?? Hmm. Don't ask how I did do it in the end, I just did. Somehow. I almost fell when I carried the monitor down. But I had my Amiga Amigo (heh) now. Problem is... when I hooked it all up and plugged it all in... It didn't work. Utter brilliance!! And more problems - the game I wanted to play on it, Elf, I could only find disk 2 for. And it's completely useless without both of the disks. Aw, crap.
Plus, I have an Engrish speech tomorrow. I'm hoping my cello lesson interrupts it.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
1 YEAR ANNIVERSARYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Yes, a year ago on this very date, I started my blog. This blog. Aah, let's go back to that magical first post.
Thingy
Hello. Today, I feel... bored. Skool is boring. Whoo. This is great, innit? Bye
Wasn't that AMAZING?? Ok, so, no it wasn't. Back then I didn't know what a blog was, or how to use it. I just wanted a piece of the action. To set things straight, I probably wrote 'innit' to imitate a chav, as back then I used to say 'innit' to take the p1ss outta chavs. I most likely wrote that garbage because I didn't want to use the blog 'the wrong way'. Check back there yourself; it's still there. I didn't delete it because... well, it was my first post after all. The emazing day... that I started my blog. I don't actually remember creating it... well, yes, I do, but only vaguely. You know, I find that if you make a blog, the time goes by very slowly. Verrrrry slowly. Day-wise, I mean, progressing through the year. But anyway, by the time I made the second post, I knew how to use a blog. And that's how I got to where I am today!! At a computer.
Actually, today, a lot of things happened. Today was the last day of term for animation classes. Time to cry. *WAAAAAAAAAAAAH* OK, enough of that. But the good thing is, I did manage to shoot those two cartoons I've been meaning to shoot. One includes Vampeep, and the other includes the golfing guy in "Golf Swing" and one of the Olsen twins. No, no, it's difficult to explain. But anyway, the golf-swinging guy and Olsen twin one was so FREAKIN' LONG. That took about 2 hours to shoot and edit. Not that I'm so slow, it's that the more frames there are, the longer it takes to preview movie. I'd say... about 30 frames makes the loading 1 minute long. That animation was more than 300 frames long. Plus, there were 4 layers of frames. But in the end, it was taking SO LONG that we had to ditch the waiting and leave it at the end of the lesson for it to save. And now it's all over. Well....
There's still next term.
The rest of the day I was out. Buying presents for the mass of birthday peoples. Why are June and July such popular times for birthdays? There's Hannah's birthday... My brother's... Fred's... Charlie's... Evil's... And many more that I can't think of right now. So I went around, supposedly buying presents, but ended up buying more things for myself. I don't get out much, please forgive me. I did draw quite a bit of attention to myself when I bought 2 glow-in-the-dark bats. I didn't care. I actually had quite a few bat-related incidents today. One was I found a video tape on vampire bats, and I found a light-up pen with a bat inside. But, most of the time I was endeavoring to get a calligraphy set. No luck, no luck... However, I did see something that rather interested me... It was a magazine. No, not a plastic magazine, or a Thomas the Tank Engine magazine. It was a retero gamer's 'zine. I'd heard about that, so I started reading it. I wish I didn't, because I got nostalgia. Now I have an undying urge to get out my old Amiga. I love Amigas... *sigh* I remember this symbol so much, I almost miss it...
It's the symbol for when there's no floppy disk inserted. Or when it's just playing up. I used to get it a lot. What I'd give to see that familiar screen again...
Anyway, I was talking about birthdays. Yesterday was Hannah's party, to see X-Men 3. I didn't want to say it, but.......
I HATE ACTION MOVIES!!!!!!!
...except for James Bond.
So as you can see, I was In FoR a TrEaT. And let me tell you, it was much harder to understand, seeing as I haven't seen the previous 2. One of the characters, Jean, Gean? Jeen. Whatever her name was, she was a complete sl*t. OK, so, she snogged this guy who supposedly killed her (sorry if this is a complete spoiler), and then killed him. Then later, she *almost* scored a homerun with this other guy. It seemed that there were many cases of this throughout the movie, for example, a boy had a girlfriend, but if he touched her then he would die. So he went off with another girl. One other thing - psychics are not mutants. They're just superior humans. Not mutants. But anyway, I really didn't understand why there were two groups of 'mutants', but they were battling each other. Well... Hmm. I personally think that the best part of the movie was when Alice dropped the popcorn on the floor.
Yeah, well, I shouldn't really be writing this. I have relatives 'round that I only see once a year. They've been here for about half an hour. Maybe I should go say 'Hi'.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
The earth swarms with people who are not worth talking to
Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't updated for some time. I just... haven't had time! For starters, there was my Engrish speech. I haven't actually done it yet, but I had to be prepared in case it was sprung on ME to do it. So I had to learn it. A lot. What's it about? Work experience. If you go through the May archives, you will see that I have a lot to say, however I am only allowed 3 minutes. Damn. But, oh well, every time I practice, I forget my words. Sure, I have notes with me, but since I'm a crap reader, it takes me forever to 'glance' at my notes. So practice I am doing, but my audience I'm practicing to always go off and do something else, or lose interest, or something similar. Practicing is going bad. However, I do not wish to do it at lunchtime. I don't know why, it's just that I'm more comfortable talking to a group of 20+ people than to 3 people.
Erm, let us see... OK. I think it was, two days ago? Probably. Yeah, I think so. 2 days ago, I waited at the bus stop, as I do on skool days. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited to God knows when. The Bus was obviously not going to turn up. And it didn't - all other students who go on our bus said it didn't turn up. So home I went, and Fred followed me back to my house. (STALKER!! Heh.) My Mom looked like she was screaming when we trudged down the driveway; even if she wasn't, the gesture used would have been similar in some way. So we were taken to skool. Which was a shame, since if we waited a little while longer, we wouldn't have to go to skool.
That same day.... GAH! I have no idea what inspired this person's thoughts or actions. All I simply did was walk into a room. A simple action - not offencive to anyone, right? My greeting was - "Oh look, it's the b1tch." Turns out that this person, one GEORGINA HOWLETT (go get yourself raped, if you're reading this), said this because I was Fred's friend. What Fred had done was hide the chord for the radio. In fact, she didn't even do that; they just think she did that. Plastics are so much of low-lives that I believe that if we kill them all now, God might actually praise us for ridding the world of hell-raisers like themselves. However, I'm not old enough to carry a knife. Dang.
I'm thinking of taking up 2 new hobbies. Those are - calligraphy (art of 'fancy' writing), and just writing. I've been practicing all day my new handwriting, it's sort-of neat, but it needs a little taming. I've also got a notebook (coincidentaly, it looks just like the book I gave to Nikki for her birthday...) so I can write things in. What will I write? Oh, just things like how fudged up the world is, with plasticcy horror. It's something to do, and who knows? Maybe I could get some philosophical issues in there.
Or maybe not.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
STUFF HAPPENS, and stuff is happening!! ARGH!
PICTURE: when they were younger. Yes, they too were once 'friends'. Well, it was a picture to use.About the art, in case you were worrying your socks off and had terrible nightmares... "What happened to BOB?? BOB, I MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!! AAAAAARGH!!" (at this point you fall off your bed onto a pit of spikes which just happened to be located under your you). Anyway, I survived art. Somehow. So no more trips to the psychiatrist for you (unless if you actually enjoy READING this crap). Y'see, I walked into the art room. I hesitantly sat down; the teacher was busily engaged in marking something, I'm not sure what. Carefully, I slipped on my lab-coat, and sat there, doing nothing, until more people came in. Still, the Bat did not call me up. A 'friend', Jade, called to me, "Bob, aren't you meant to see Miss Batley about your art work??" I silenced her quickly, and thankfully the teacher who was currently lurking in the dark, did not hear. Was Jade trying to get me into trouble?? Huh?? Huh?? WAS SHE?? Of course, only she knows. In my mind, yes, yes, I think she was trying to get me into trouble. But I survived the lesson, and that's what counts. However, on Thursday, she's going to interview us on what we're going to do for our final piece. Death awaits...
Today, on the other hand, was rather good. Well, first of all, with animation, we were modeling some characters out of God knows what. They called it 'plasticine'. I could not think of anything I could make, well I could, but my ideas seemed to stupid to put into practice. All around me, people were making aliens with spots and 3 eyes. Some were making drugged rabbits. So I thought, "What the hell," and made my hamster. Or, an attempt of my hamster. Looks nothing like him, really. I would've spent more time on it, however they put on the TV:
- How to make a 'Curse of the WereRabbit' bunny
- The making of Wallace and Gromit
- The making of Corpse Bride
- And of course, Wallace and Gromit - the Curse of the WereRabbit
So I had plenty to watch. But, I don't care. I just want them to let me shoot my f*cking cartoons that I was meant to shoot bleeding ages ago but other people got in the way!! Just please, PLEASE, let me shoot them! Next week, PLEASE!!!!! This is not fair! Why am I even writing this?? It's not like they're going to read it... I can try, at least. PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!
I gotted a book today. Here it is:
Well, that took up a lot of space. Anyway, the book has nothing to do with wedgies, just so you know. The book itself is about a 10 year old girl... who is dead. That's basically all you need to know. Anyway, I found this in some bookstore I was dragged to. I somehow, I have NO IDEA how, but I found it in amongst the 'lame books that no one wants anymore' section. Not saying that Lenore is a lame book, it's just... um... maybe it's not as popular in this country? As I was saying, when I found it, I just did a metaphorical backflip, as I was told that Lenore only exsisted in the USA. So I immediately grabbed the book, and started reading it. Why? I was recommended it by many JTHM fans. And you know what? I bought it. Well, I already gave that fact away... But later, after buying it, I found out that Jhonen V makes a little art-cameo himself!! Whee-hee!!!! This book is going in my favorites. Not just because JV is in it. No, it's actually really funny too... Ah, funny. I almost died with laughter after reading, "Things involving me", especially the magician one. So, the book is funny. A slightly craply-drawn funny. Not that the craply-drawn bit is bad. *runs away*
So, the day turned out surprisingly well, for some reason. That's not normal...
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Obvious exits are NORTH, SOUTH, and DENNIS.
Mmmyep. Sorry I didn't post sooner, but I had to do some major art working. Seeing as I have art tomorrow... yeah. See my problem?Not much has happened, but a few things I can say which *might* cause some interest. First of all, Tuesday. On Tuesday, I had to bring my cello to skool. So, it was all packed up nicely, ready to go. It was plunked in the car boot, and off we went to skool. However, when I got it out... I couldn't. The cello was wedged in by the minature boot. No matter what I did, this bleeding cello would NOT COME OUT. I even got help from my Mom and my brother. But still, it would not come free. I just marched off, claiming defeat. Later on, I was called up by a receptionist to come and collect the newly-free cello of mine, which was dropped off at the reception. However, when I inspected it, I had no books or bow with me. So after all this, I couldn't play the cello anyway.
Yet, after coming back, I was almost immediately called out again. Ms Salt, our head-of-year, called me to her office. When I followed her, she pulled out a form I filled in about work experience. I will dictate to you the 'problem answers'...
How would you rate this placement?
I have yet to form an opinion.
Were we able to place you in an organisation related to [your job interest] this interest?
Yes/no/sort of/kind of.
Has the placement confirmed your interest area?
Why would it?
What qualities was your employer looking for in you and their other employees?
The ability to work.
What do you think, with your recent experience, makes a good manager?
One who manages well.
Prepare a dos and don'ts checklist for students going on work experience next year.
Do:
- work
- ask obvious questions
- SEEM committed to the job
- make a flash movie in your spare time.
Don't:
- slack off
- work quickly
- ask if you can take your lunchbreak yet
- [in reference to the flash movie one] get caught.
So, I had to go over the form again. But knowing me, I haven't. If she asks, my excuse is that I've been too busy failing art.
But yes... this art, it worries me. I'm scared of being called up tomorrow for her to specially see my work, and her rejecting the almost 3-hour picture I did, and finished just before I started this entry. Y'know, even if you've tried so hard that your fingers are melting off in achy triumph, she'd still call on you do 'do better'. I'm also scared of her MAKING me do that BLEEDING art historical AGAIN. Some of these words are in CAPITAL LETTERS. But, this art historical! I can't get my head 'round it... and it's so pointless it's not funny. How the people in my class can cope and enjoy torture like this is unbelievable, and the fact that when teach' gives us long how-to-do-this lectures, they moan in an incredibly loud way, frustrated that they could not do their still-life painting of a rotting apple. People like this should have been put down at birth; it's not natural. Am I the only rebel in the class? Or am I, in fact, the 'unnatural' one?
Another 'triumph' for me. This happened today! Appart from beating Peasant's quest *almost* on my own, a brand-new thing has happened to MEEEEEE. What's happened? I've drunk alcohol for the first time EVER. It was vodka, but after attempting to drink it and finding that it stings my eyeballs before it even reaches my mouth, I watered it down so much it couldn't really be called alcohol anymore. It tasted like... MINERAL WATER. But I drunk it all because I must learn. So I eventually gulped down this malevolent concoction, and I think that I'm NEVER going to touch it again. Whose vodka was it anyway? I just found it behind the toaster and decided to give it a shot. Heh, shot, y'geddit?? HUH?? Y'geddit??? SHOT?????? Never mind. So, if anyone asks, I still haven't really drunk any alcohol, as it was a miniscule amount, and it was as watery as hotel custard.
What's more, Aardman has been very nice and has given me a ton of Wallace and Gromit stickers (along with a poster, a letter, and a BOX. Long live the amazing Aardman box!!). If you want some yourself, go HERE. It's for a fundraiser thing, and charity and all that... yeah. We love Aardman. I'm very happy with my Aardman things.
And let's not forget, the first blog email has been published. Hurrah! View my profile and click 'Bobeth's emails' to see it. Sorry about the crap graphics and html... oh well. I tried.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Could there be a worse day?
It was a mistake to live today. Damn, I wish I didn't... meh.
Yeah, something went wrong, all right. So very wrong. What exactly? Well, first 2 lessons were art. But, heh, that's not what went wrong. Our teacher wanted our books in. But, yet again, this wasn't the reason. The reason was, was that she came to me and asked to see mine. Just mine. Nobody else's. I thought that this was incredibly strange, but handed the book over. After flipping through a few pages, she declared she didn't like any of it. She also said that it was dreadfully incomplete (there was only 1 thing missing - the art historical. Yeah, I got a camera in the end). So she b1tched to me for 1 hour, saying how incompetent I am and how I can't think for myself. She gave me the example - "If I told you to jump off the tower block, would you do it?" Extremely bad example. But, I still said yes. It's not my fault that if you ask for me to do something, I'd do it, no matter how crazy it is. So when I gave my answer, she looked at me, and said she really worried about me.
What made it even worse is that she set me a 'special' seperate task. This was just pretty bad. She treated me like one of those toddlers who can't keep their mind off their Mommies. It's just... UGH. I can think for myself, y'know, I do not need helping hints. So therefore, I didn't properly do the work. At the end of the lesson, she b1tched again about how half-assed I did that task, in 2 hours. I only had 1 hour!! Stupid exaggerating.
I can tell she hates me, it's been so obvious since the beginning of year 8. And even when I do as she asks, she still throws it back in my face and tells me to do it again. She has her favourites, y'know, which are about 3 people. I'm at the bottom of the list. What made it even more humiliating is that she projected her voice through the room, so everyone could hear how slow and incompetent I was. But it's the way she talked to me, like I had no brain for myself. She even got a few pictures for me, and told me to look at them, and say which ones I liked. I hesitantly picked one, and she said that I was SO WRONG. So wrong that it was criminal. Wrong for an opinion? That's a new one on me.
But, now everyone knows how much I suck. And what's even MORE worse, is that she wants to see my book at the beginning of every lesson. She's done this to me before. She hates me so much.
I'm thinking of skipping next art lesson, and hiding out in the toilets or something.
Meh.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Art homeworking? I think not.
Hmm... a picture of Strong Bad in a sailor suit. Unfortunately I made the mistake of posting this on my Bebo account, and an even worse mistake as making it my profile picture. Why was it a mistake? The plastics'll probably think it's some sort of, you know, s*x-costume, and that I have s*xual fantasies about him. Not that I do, of course. OF COURSE. Seriously though, I don't. I know their logic, believe me, I know all about the plastic mind. (Except for one thing... Why do they enjoy being like they are??) However, what balances that belief, is that my current bebo flash box is a Strong Bad email. I just couldn't find any decent Zim ones that aren't from YouTube (it blocks them, or so it seems).Anyways, I should be art homeworking. I've done hardly any art work, and tomorrow my teacher wants our books. A failure is in our midst... Personally, I don't care. Who, in REAL life, actually does art historicals?? It's so pointless, and in a way, it's stealing. (I'm covering up the fact that I can't find a decent picture...) What also is annoying is that they ASSUME that we have the equipment we need. In my case, I do not have a camera. Well, yes, I do, but not a self-developing-picture camera, or a digital one where you can upload the pictures. And they just ASSUME we do. Assuming is bad.
So photographs are out of the question. I can't find a decent enough picture for my art historical, and it's all in for tomorrow. I can survive on a D. I bet at the end of my years at Parkstone Grammar School, I'll be known as 'PGS's first and only D student'.
Really, I like art. I like drawing and painting... and modeling clay figures of your enemies and smashing them... But I cannot stand the lessons. I cannot work under a request. "DO THIS," and it'll be done crapply. Is that what they want?? HUH?? HUH?? HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH?????? I somehow think not.
So instead on working on this, I just went for a 2 hour ride. I like going for long rides, because you get some time to yourself for once. Well, not really time TO YOURSELF, but I find that no one wants to talk during long rides. And if they do, I don't join in. I'm one of those types who like to stare out of windows and daydream. I haven't been able to properly daydream for some time, and so long car rides does the trick. My art book came along, too, just in case I could be bothered to do any work. I did... a little. A miniscule amount. So, what was this ride for? To get my sister back. It seems she was allowed to stay on the surface world for a few days. Right now she's annoying me, talking in her loud chubby-like way, gabbing about something that nobody cares about. Her voice has always annoyed me, especially when she decides to talk to my Dad in the dead of the night (which happens a lot). She's a plastic, I'm a... me. We're too different, which is why we hate each other.
I do believe that either I, or she, is adopted.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Don't ya just hate it when people steal things?
A new internet phenomenon is amongst us.While surfing Youthink, there was a particular link there which interested me. It interested me so much, that I decided to write a blog post about it. This is the post, and THIS is the link. If you can't be bothered to view it, I'll tell you about it anyway. OK, let's put it simple. So, this girl loses her phone. People usually return the phones, but not in this case. This evil... B1TCH keeps the phone for herself. And they want it back. Boy, how they want it back. From the website:
"When my friend realized that she had left the Sidekick in the taxi she asked me to immediately send a message to the phone saying that we would give a reward for the phone. There was no response. After a day of waiting, she had to go to the store and spend over $300 on a new Sidekick. When she put her SIM card in, she saw that the person(s) that had taken the phone had not only signed on to AOL leaving their name and password in the phone, but they had taken pictures of themselves."
So, they knew the basic things about the thief. They knew her email address, and they had her picture. However, she still would not give it up. And to this day they're still trying to get that phone back.
I personally are kinda p1ssed off about the thief, especially as they won't give up something that costs so much. I know what it's like to lose something... (#insert reference to lost badge here#) However, I did not know who stole it, and these guys do. Sure, the phone can be replaced, but it's rather humiliating knowing who stole something of yours. So, yeah, pass on the message to other people, and let's see if we can get this person's phone back!!
I think that it's somewhat 'heroic' that these people are making a huge fuss about a stolen phone. Well, really, wouldn't you? Of COURSE you'd make a fuss about something that you either lost or got stolen from you. Without knowing, you'd complain to your friends about it, or if you have a blog, you'd b1tch about it for hours if you had the chance. There are quite a few people out there who dislike the website and the call of help from these people, but give 'em a break. I'm all for helping these people get the phone back. My helping is telling other people about the website so the stolen phone can be given to the rightful owners.
So, if you see someone who looks like this and is using a Sidekick...
...Don't forget to pass on the good word to her.
Or punch her in the face.
Friday, June 09, 2006
ARGH I have to rant about something!!
Hey... blogger didn't adjust the size of the picture... Oh well.
Anyways, yes. I have to rant about something. I feel... so angry inside for some reason. Usually when I get angry about something, I just go on Bebo and complain about the girls who post their pictures with the title, "Im so fit! Bois go out wiv me!! xXx", and when the picture is revealed, you need to go to the bathroom to throw up VERY quickly. So I would rant about how ugly they were, and wondering how the hell they're gonna get any boys to see that picture, seeing as it's an all-girls' skool (only members of the skool can view the pictures). Usually I get someone posting back, saying, "OMG, you are so rude! Stop dissin ma mates!!" Once someone did that to me, and I said that their obnoxious screeching is so funny to read. Anyway, I've commented on the new pictures that needed my assistance with, and now I have nothing to do. *twitches madly* Must... rant...
So, hey, I'll rant about the last exam. THE LAST EXAM!! That was engrish. And it was so hard. Woah... I just realised that using the word 'so' to emphasize a word makes me sound a bit like a plastic... So I'll stop doing it. No - I wasn't emphasizing a word there, ha. Anyhoo, so this exam. It was difficult. The whole topic was on rollercoasters and theme parks. Why that topic? I don't know. The first question was on a text about Walt Disney's theme park. The question was, was to summarise it. The whole text. So that's what I did. I was told by Mr Farbridge, that a summary was about half a page. When I looked around, some people fluently wrote about a page and a half. I stared down at the article, and tried to figure out what the hell there was to write so much about. I got sick of that work, and went on to the next. This next question was to point out the language and how another article was presented. This article was about some guy who went on a rollercoaster and thought he'd die. So, I started writing my answer. (The language used is English...) Basically, my answer was a whole lot of repeating nonsense. I have NO IDEA how many times I said, "The language is powerful," or, "It is descripitive". So, my answer of repeated words filled up 1 page, approximately. Yet again I looked around, and some people wrote 2 pages. I just wanted to throw my paper on the floor, start screaming and rip it up into tiny pieces (the paper, I mean). But I didn't give up hope just yet. There was one last question left. This is where I REALLY lost hope. This task was to write a letter to inform parents of a trip to a theme park. I know I don't seem to take notice of letters of this kind, but sometimes as I draw all over them, I take in some of the information. So, from my scattered memory, I endeavoured to write a letter based on what I remember. And I did. It was rather short and... wait for it... when I looked around, many people wrote crud-loads more than I did. I just thought to myself, "Aw, screw it," and began to draw on the question sheet. I drew... mostly people committing suicide, saying, "AAAAAAAARGH, my entire life!!", or helicopters shooting the questions to pieces. Unfortunately, when the time was up, it had to be taken away. Damn. Oh well, at least I'll be enlightening the next person who gets that sheet.
As for the rest of the day, well, just lessons. Nothing of note. But, I had yet another barbecue today. My parents have to go easy on me, y'see, I'm not spoilt, honest I'm not. I just have eczema and well, since it's mainly stress-orientated, if my parents don't keep me happy and reward me for exams etc, I could scratch my arm off. I almost did do that recently, during the night, when I didn't know. So another barbecue, eh? I tried to help, I really did. I was told what I could do to help, and when I did it, I was shouted at for doing it wrong and shooed away. That wasn't fun. And that's when I started this blog post. And now, at the more-or-less end of the BBQ, all went well. More-or-less.
More-or-less.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Memoirs of my dreams
I had a free 2 hours today. To do what I wanted. Why? Because we've already done an art exam this year, so I had a free 2 hours while others were working away on their exams. So what did I do? I wrote something. A lot of something. Here is most of it (feel free to skip it if you want o_0):What, so, I'm sitting in 'art'.
I say 'art' because we're meant to be revising for our exams. They're not really exams, so I have no idea why we're doing them. There are people around me, seemingly oblivious to the noise they are making. It's all the same noises - the handling of paper, the turning of pages in books, and the occasional coughing and spluttering. Sometimes we get the sound of pen-clicking; a rare treat.
When I'm at the top of the HUM block, like I am now, I look out of the window and imagine what it'd be like if I was flying over the scene I am given. I know how horribly clichéd that sounds, but it's true. Once, in Summertime '05, I imagined that the town surrounded with trees was a jungle. I don't know why, so don't ask me. I didn't want to grow up and lose my vivid imagination. When you grow up, you lose any creativity skills you have mastered, and then you go to university and get a job/career which will dumb you down even more. I wish I was Peter Pan, sometimes, or another of those green tights-wearing freaks, so I never grow up. Most of the time I pretend I'm about 9 or 10, to kid myself into believing I never will. My childhood was lost. I don't know where it went, or what happened to it. When you're a child, you're meant to have a childhood sweetheart, which I never had. Well, I won't count Ben Harris because he was scared of me. When you're a teenager, you're meant to have a boyfriend (if you're a girl!), which I never will. It's not that I want to, it's that my life seems so WASTED. When I was on my work experience, my 'coworkers' asked me about my first boyfriend. They almost laughed at me when I said I never had one. It makes me feel like... an oddball. The closest I've ever had to a flirt was 1 year ago, when some intellectually-challenged boy who I knew at my old skool, simply said, "Hi." After this, he and his disciple laughed together. At me, or for what he did? I don't know. I didn't stop to ask them.
[THIS PARAGRAPH IS OMMITTED BECAUSE IT GETS A BIT PERSONAL!!]
Speaking of love and crap, I don't know why friends 'love' each other. If God wanted gay people, he'd have created Adam and Steve. To be honest, I don't even know who my friends are, anymore. I've thought less of Evil and Sophie, ever since the "You are fat" scenario. Nikki, Becky, et al seem to be friendly towards me, but for some reason I doubt that they are my friends. Y'know, I thought they liked me until... That's not important. The important thing is that I seem to be left out by them a lot. And Jordan... HA! I have no idea what I did, or what happened, but she hates my guts now. I don't remember where it changed. Even today, she shouted at me for me putting my bag on her blazer. I didn't put it anywhere near her blazer. She just scowled and shook her head, then strutted out of the room. But, to be PERFECTLY PERFECTLY honest, I don't want any friends. I like to be alone. I like to realise how mauled and disfigured my life is, and then wallow in a pool of depression for the next 3 hours. Hell, I'm no emo, no way!! SOme call me 'goth', some call me 'me'. To see people have a good time with friends sickens me, and also frightens me. Why does it frighten me? From my experience, those with others always like to pierce what little happiness another person has. Also from my experience, hitting them doesn't solve it. No, they'd call for help and say that this one person attacked them. From teacher's logic, people in groups are weaker than a single person. Maybe it's the constant softening of their brains with inane and corrupt logic, who knows?
My b1tching here isn't going to help anything. Nor is it doing any good for my reputation. (What reputation?) It's just something to do, in the 2 hours that I have. I was passed some comments that I have "written a lot." That was on the other side of the paper, and now it's gone more than half-way through of the other side. I wonder how many words I've written? I'm so sad, I'd count them all, but the screeching of my classmates would distract me and make me want to commit suicide there and then.
What am I going to do with this piece of paper? First of all, I'm going to copy it up onto my blog. What I'll do with it after that will only be decided on the mood that sweeps through me. The most likely decision will be to crumple it up with my Die-ary. Yes, I have one, and it contains all the things I'd never say on the web, where people can read it. This paper will lay beside it, emitting its waves of permanent sadness around it.
Wow... even though I got rid of that personal paragraph, and the pointless last 2 paragraphs... That's so emo, Strong Sad would be proud. I'M NOT EMO!!!!!! I just write a lotta crap sometimes.
But, uh, the rest of the day, yes! The morning exam was business crudies (studies). I was whined at by a lot of people how it was rediculously long and hard. This got me worrying, of course. But when I got 'round to it, it wasn't hard at all. Well, most of it wasn't hard. As soon as I got my writing juices flowing (I'm not referring to a broken pen), I was writing away. And finished quite early, too. There was only 1 question which I couldn't answer. 1!! And that was on... total quality management, or something like that. I was not warned about that. But still, pretty good on my behalf. Pretty good.
Then there was Biology. No one could help me on this, as we were all doing it together. But, my Mom sort-of helped me. Yesterday she was drilling last-minute information into my skull. I wasn't really paying attention then, and poured popcorn and salt into my hair, then shaking my head. But somehow I still I remembered most of the information I needed. I say 'most'. But still, somehow, I found that exam better than the other science exams. How?? I'm hoping that my Mom doesn't find out, because if she did, then she'll try persuading me into becoming a doctor when I'm older. And we all know I don't want that to happen.
And isn't it strange, that I did remarkably well, and I didn't take my 'brain tablet'?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
More exams, yay.
The following blog post is one I wrote yesterday, today being the 8th. I'm posting it now because blogger was rather screwed and wasn't working. So here it is now.
I knew this would be a lucky day. Well, I felt it at least. Whether I was lucky or not, I don't know. What happened then? Well, today at some point I stopped off at the vending machines. With a £1 coin I bought a mars bar for 40p. What was my change? £1.60. You work it out. That was, like, the most luckiest thing that's ever happened to me, appart from the raffle I took part in a couple of years ago where everyone's a winner.
But was I actually lucky? Who knows. I didn't feel lucky in today's tests. To start with, there was History. This was on american history, and world war 1. The american history paper was the 'knowledge' paper. On the first question, oh dear, I almost completely blanked out. Just like... hmm... like a wave of electricity penetrated my body, causing my memory to disappear. Obviously, that didn't really happen. And after much poking of my brain, I answered the questions as fully as I can. About the length of this paragraph, actually.
The teacher ripped our papers from our clutches, while we pleaded for her to let us finish just that last sentence. With a pull from her husky arms, we were sent flying, while we cried for the sorrow of our papers being taken from us, like they were our children. *Record scratch is heard* What??!? That never happened. Actually, most of us were finished before she even thought of coming 'round. And our teachers would never use their husky arms for anything else but hitting us 'round the back of our necks. Nah, we were passed the world war 1 part of the test. That part is where you can shut down your brain, for they give all the information you need. All you do there is just 'compare' the sources. I did this as quick as you can do a test. Comparing things is easy. However, at the end of it all, people were saying how part 2 was soooooooo hard. I just flinched, and hoped to God that I got the questions/answers somewhat right.
German, however, was too hard for words. I thought it would be mildly easy, however I was so very wrong. It was... murder, to put it into simple terms. I did say yesterday, that I was tipped off on how difficult it was. I never imagined it would be anything like... THIS. It had inanely tough questions, so tough that they were tougher than beef. Mmm... beef. There was one part about some chinese guy's out of work, because the company he works in had... I can't remember what happened to it. But he's out of work, anyway. And at the back, it was about a 14-year-old who went clothes shopping. I had to randomly guess about 82% of the answers. Why 82%? Seems about right... The other 18% I missed out. During this lovely test of sorts, I drew a rather crappy picture of Strong Bad on my arm. Well, it was from memory, so it's bound to be just that extra crappy. Anyway, his expression looks like, "Get back to work, or I'll f*cking KILL YOU!!!!" So I worked on that principal. Whenever I stopped working, just to sharpen my pencil or think about what animal I should disect tonight, I'd look at my arm and pretend that Strong Bad was gonna kill me if I didn't work. Never did actually work in the end. ........Strong Bad, what're you doing here? What's that?..... no, Strong Bad, I'm sorry!! I'll work extra hard tomorrow!!! I promise!!! AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
......Sorry about them technical difficulties, etc. Now where was I, appart from sitting on my rather broken computer chair? Ah yes, the last test. That was chemistry. In my view, hard, yet easier than physics. I don't think anybody in our whole year had properly finished that. By 'properly finished' I mean finish, and have enough time to check the whole paper through twice. I just - JUST - finished in time. I have deep regrets for an answer I put for one question. For you see, I read that question in 3 different ways, and am scared that I made such a horrible mistake of what I put for my answer, that my paper would be published on the internet for all those gawking ignorant people with questionable gender, to see. I'm just hoping that word doesn't get out about how I fudged that all up.
...........darn!!
I knew this would be a lucky day. Well, I felt it at least. Whether I was lucky or not, I don't know. What happened then? Well, today at some point I stopped off at the vending machines. With a £1 coin I bought a mars bar for 40p. What was my change? £1.60. You work it out. That was, like, the most luckiest thing that's ever happened to me, appart from the raffle I took part in a couple of years ago where everyone's a winner.
But was I actually lucky? Who knows. I didn't feel lucky in today's tests. To start with, there was History. This was on american history, and world war 1. The american history paper was the 'knowledge' paper. On the first question, oh dear, I almost completely blanked out. Just like... hmm... like a wave of electricity penetrated my body, causing my memory to disappear. Obviously, that didn't really happen. And after much poking of my brain, I answered the questions as fully as I can. About the length of this paragraph, actually.
The teacher ripped our papers from our clutches, while we pleaded for her to let us finish just that last sentence. With a pull from her husky arms, we were sent flying, while we cried for the sorrow of our papers being taken from us, like they were our children. *Record scratch is heard* What??!? That never happened. Actually, most of us were finished before she even thought of coming 'round. And our teachers would never use their husky arms for anything else but hitting us 'round the back of our necks. Nah, we were passed the world war 1 part of the test. That part is where you can shut down your brain, for they give all the information you need. All you do there is just 'compare' the sources. I did this as quick as you can do a test. Comparing things is easy. However, at the end of it all, people were saying how part 2 was soooooooo hard. I just flinched, and hoped to God that I got the questions/answers somewhat right.
German, however, was too hard for words. I thought it would be mildly easy, however I was so very wrong. It was... murder, to put it into simple terms. I did say yesterday, that I was tipped off on how difficult it was. I never imagined it would be anything like... THIS. It had inanely tough questions, so tough that they were tougher than beef. Mmm... beef. There was one part about some chinese guy's out of work, because the company he works in had... I can't remember what happened to it. But he's out of work, anyway. And at the back, it was about a 14-year-old who went clothes shopping. I had to randomly guess about 82% of the answers. Why 82%? Seems about right... The other 18% I missed out. During this lovely test of sorts, I drew a rather crappy picture of Strong Bad on my arm. Well, it was from memory, so it's bound to be just that extra crappy. Anyway, his expression looks like, "Get back to work, or I'll f*cking KILL YOU!!!!" So I worked on that principal. Whenever I stopped working, just to sharpen my pencil or think about what animal I should disect tonight, I'd look at my arm and pretend that Strong Bad was gonna kill me if I didn't work. Never did actually work in the end. ........Strong Bad, what're you doing here? What's that?..... no, Strong Bad, I'm sorry!! I'll work extra hard tomorrow!!! I promise!!! AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
......Sorry about them technical difficulties, etc. Now where was I, appart from sitting on my rather broken computer chair? Ah yes, the last test. That was chemistry. In my view, hard, yet easier than physics. I don't think anybody in our whole year had properly finished that. By 'properly finished' I mean finish, and have enough time to check the whole paper through twice. I just - JUST - finished in time. I have deep regrets for an answer I put for one question. For you see, I read that question in 3 different ways, and am scared that I made such a horrible mistake of what I put for my answer, that my paper would be published on the internet for all those gawking ignorant people with questionable gender, to see. I'm just hoping that word doesn't get out about how I fudged that all up.
...........darn!!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Each day we die a little more...
That ^ is Strong Sad. He's Strong Bad's little brother. I sent him an email, the sad little person I am. Here is his reply:Strong Sad is no longer accepting emails because you people kept signing me up for "natural male enhancers." That, and the death threats weren't very cool either.
Leemee 'lone!
Strong Sad
Aw, poor Strong Sad. Oh well. He's still awesome, even though he is incredibly depressing, sounds like a whiny b1tch, and looks like the ghost of some japanese schoolgirl. Try it yerself, send him an email. I'll keep sending him emails anyway, just to annoy him :-P
Speaking of emails, I've received one random question email. From the Nikki. Come on peoples! Send me emails! Lots of them... I need them....... if you're new here and have no idea what I'm talking about... I'm going to set up a new blog, maybe, about me answering random questions. So please, if you're passing by, drop a question, any question. A question about anything you can think of, as random as it may seem or be. [See last entry for more info] So, HERE'S my email address. For now. Yep. Try to make the email less venerable to dropping off into my junk mail folder. My spam filter's very sensitive. Best if you have the subject as "Blog question" or something like that. Remember - the more random, the better!!
So, today. As some of you peoples out there might know, I was doing exams. Exammies. So, the first. Maffths. All the questions were rather pointless. There were some that I completely blanked out on, until I remembered at the last minute. What pleased me somehow was this. There was one question, non-calculator, asking about the third side of a right-angled triangle. The sides were - (Hypotenuse) 10, 6, X. You had to find X. What made me silently laugh was when all these people around me were desperately trying to work it out, by squaring 10 and 6... then blah blah blah. I simply put down '8'. Half of the people were still trying to work out that third side when I got to the end. Why was it 8? It's a 3, 4, 5 triangle, dammit!! I don't know why I said dammit, it just seemed a good time to put it.
Next test? ICT. Many people were saying how hard it was. Personally, I thought it was so bleedin' easy. Not because I'm a 'computer-wiz', but because the task was simple in itself. It was simply looking through a database system and picking out all the problems. That was simple. You also had to sort out the problem, but that wasn't so bad, because they wouldn't be able to tell if you did or didn't anyway. But then there was the evaluation. I hate evaluations. "How efficient would you say the system was?" As efficient as it could be. I just rambled about what I'd do to change it if I knew how to. I don't think that'll go down well, mind you.
Last one was physics. That was the WORST of the lot. Immediately, as I opened the booklet, my heart sank so low, it went down the three flights of stairs, and then underground. The first question, which is supposedly the easiest, I could not answer. I looked around me, and saw that I was not alone. Eventually I did answer it, yes, but I doubt if it was correct. I don't even want to think about it now. All I know is that half of the questions in there we were not taught about by our teacher. The teacher is responsible for teaching us everything that we'll need. How the hell are we supposed to know how much electricity is charged in a lightning bolt?? I've always hated physics, anyway. The one topic that I knew the best of in physics was NOT in there. What's the topic? Moments in forces etc etc etc.
Boy, did I do well! And I have german as one of my exams tomorrow. From the tips I've heard, it's sh1t hard. Oh dear.
And the end of the world hasn't occured yet. Man, life sucks.
Monday, June 05, 2006
The end of the world is nigh... Again
Yup, yet again we are going to experience the apocalypse. Tomorrow, if you haven't noticed, is the 6/6/06. The sign of the devil. Is everyone ready to die? Well, I sure hope the end of the world is tomorrow, because I have exams. That sounds... bad. Oh well. Get ready to die, again.
One thing I'd like to say that might fascinate you so much that your head will explode due to too much excitement. Like it did with Nikki. If you hover your cursor over the pics in this and the last post, you get 'secret' messages. Not that amazing, but Nikki seemed hyped up. I knew about how to do that for a long time, just couldn't be bothered to do it. And so, now I will.
ANOTHER THING!!! I might set up another blog. What would it be about? Me answering random emails. What I'm going to try and do is get random people to email me ANY question at all. An opinion, a life story, names for haemophiliac lizards, anything. Then I will answer them. What? You've heard of something like that before? Uh, uh... no you haven't... I'm sure you haven't... Nuh-uh, it's never been done before....... Damn. So, OK, I sort of stole the idea. But who cares?? *laughs nervously* So, EMAIL IN your random questions. You don't have to know me, you could even be someone who's just flicking through random blogs. Drop a question by. *Falls down on her knees* PLEEEEEEEASE, I'm begging you!! *gets up* I'm only gonna start the blog once I've got at least 5 emails. If you got a question AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*breathes in*AAAAAAAAAASK. *points at you* Do it... do it now. I won't bite, unless if you DON'T ASK ME A GODDAMNED QUESTION!!! .....sorry about that. o_0
Now children, have we been revising for the exams? No? Neither have I. I was gonna do it, I swear I was, but Grandad wanted to show me pictures of my Mom and Dad's wedding. Believe me, there were quite a few of them. No, I mean pictures. But if the devil does his work properly, then I won't need to worry. *crosses arms and stares at the devil* But then again, 100 years ago, it didn't happen...
Damn.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Penicillin or Big Bother?
THAT ^ is for the Nikki. Because it was her birthday. Yeah. And I do know it's crap, I especially can't draw things coming out of mouths, which is why I've always hated drawing dogs (they pant a lot, see?). Jeez, it looks like the party... blower... hooter... cone-thing is balancing off her bottom lip. It's disturbing. Plus, gimmie a break. I just spent all morning drawing the same thing over and over again. Yep, animation class. Y'know, I like animation class, even if it is basic kiddy trainee first-time-like animating. I don't care, because I ROCK there. Hey, they said I did. I ROCK. I AM A ROCK. I WILL ROCK BACK AND FORTH. *rocks back and forth* But, it's just the way... I think animating is so EASY. Ask me to animate a movement of sorts, and I can. Might I recommend my golf swing? Heheheheheh... Just about 3 weeks left and then you *might* be able to see it.
But, yeth. My Mom brought back some foul tasting stuffs. Really. It's just so horrible and vile it, EURGH, just makes me retch just thinking about it!! OK. It's for my eczema. Mom thinks it might be infected, and so has given me some sort of antibiotic for it *shrugs shoulders*. In this... STUFF, is penicillin. Shall I describe the taste? OK. You know when you lick metal, and it has that sharp metal taste? No? Am I the only person here who licks metal? Oh well. Anyway, if you lick metal, it has a sharp metal taste to it, which sticks around on your tongue. It's just like that, but instead of metal, it has a sharp taste of plain fizzy water. Urgh, fizzy water!! Then, at the tip of the tongue, is a taste of cherry and strawberries. It's the most maliciously execrable concoction I have EVER come across. Sorry about the words. And you know what? I have to take this monstrosity twice 4 times a day. Whoopee. I wish I was allergic to penicillin, like my Dad. I've also been given 4 other things for my eczema. I keep having to try so many things to endeavour curing it, because whatever I take, I seem to become 'immune' to it. It's just... weird. So, I have... uh, let's see... I probably have some sort of hand cream in there. GAH, I can't remember it all!! But what I do know is that I have something to knock me out at night, so I don't wake up until... until when, actually? That was never specified... Anyway, I don't see the point in it, really, for I have no trouble sleeping. Another problem with this medicine and all, is that penicillin makes people feel naturally unwell. My point is, what's going to happen during the year 10 exams on Tuesday-Friday?? Damn.
I caught a glance of Big Bother today. (Misspelling intentional...) It's just... inanely ridiculous!! (Yes, I am aware that the meaning of those words are the same.) OK, so, they were supposedly the 'highlights'. Are the highlights watching three doltish blockheads b1tch about seeing another woman's t1ts? Or watching a man in a bubblebath, drunkenly screeching 'I'm walking in the air', like he'd just hit puberty? And, jeez, there's a woman there who's older than my mother, with a pair each about the size of my Mom's head!! That was a disturbing sight. Personally, I'd rather take the penicillin mixture than watch it.
Seriously.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!!
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick. Silly boy, should've jumped higher, GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!!!
Ah, I learned that rhyme from a great website, about a year or two ago. But then I forgot the URL. Waaaaaaaah.
Anyway, for the sharp people who like to snoop around this blog behind my back, you may have noticed the music has changed!! Gaaaaaaarsp!! Well, I did something I've been meaning to do quite a long time ago. That was, to get a random music generator in the background. And now, I felt like doing it. So, if you hate the current music, just refresh, and get an even more annoying song. There are many lurking in the randomosity... 10 to be precise. So what's the list? Well... there's one from Legend of Zelda (Deku palace), two Irish songs, one song from Theme Hospital, one from some random anime cartoon that I've never seen/heard of before, one from Lemmings, the 'theme tune' to Stinkoman, and of course, the original one that I had. The rest are just random ones I picked up from somewhere. Don't ask me why. Oh come on, it was either that or GreenDay, or some random emo songs!! Yeeurch, emo songs. Oh, erm, no offence, emos.
Today, I hurt. I hurt a lot. I got three new injuries! Yay!! So, my Mom yanked my hair in some sort of wrapped up in confusment, ingnorance, and short-tempered-ness way. Thus in doing so, she managed to damage my neck. So now it hurts to move it. Well done that woman. Another injury, I managed to crack some skin on my ear, so it feels like it's been sunburnt. Not very fun, no. And the last and most painful injury award goes to... my gums. I'm never drinking coffee or iced capaccino etc ever again. What happened? I had some Kenco (iced capaccino) in the fridge, and decided to drink it. For no reason. Immediately after doing so, my gums flared up and bled. How???? I was made to brush my teeth several painful times, and wash my gums with salty water. Then I had to take some steroids, to protect it. Don't worry (if you were)! I took steroids when I was younger. I stopped growing when I was 12 years old. But who cares?? Anyway, my gums still hurt like hell now. It's like... It feels like someone'd just ripped off all the skin from my gums, then put a thin block between my gums and my lips. It's really weird... and painful, don't forget painful. PAIN IS GOOD!! It lets you know that you're still alive.
Hold on a moment, I still had a barbecue to attend! With half a mouth? That didn't stop me. But I didn't care about how much or how little I would eat, for really, I just like barbecues for the FIRE. I love watching the charcoal BURN. I especially like it when sausages are put over the fire, and the fat drips off, making the fire swirl around in the air, gradually getting higher and higher, eventually so high you can't even get to the grill without singing (singe-ing, not ♪ singing ♪!) your eyebrows off. So there, I still had a barbecue, even with my mouth falling to pieces.
I will now go and curl up and die. Ta-ra!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
FLOOR TOM'D... STEPMOM'D... POM-POM'D????
You are getting sleepy... Sleepy... You WILL put this advert on your blog... You WILL. Then, you will dedicate an entire post to how wonderful this blog is... Nah, I'm just kidding. You don't have to do all that if you don't wanna. Put it on your blog/website/whatever if you want, or if my hypnotising worked. By the way, I know it looks crappy. Yeah, I'm referring both the drawing and the quality. Click the pic, and it should come out better. Down side to that is that you'd have to see my fugly drawing. But I have to say, Jem's skin looks a little burnt. Barbecued Jem! Speaking of which, we should be having a barbecue tomorrow. With meat, not aliens. We bought about 100 kebab sticks, but my Dad says he's going to use them on me. Will I be barbecued? Yum, Me. *licks self*
Before I go on the details of today (which are pretty much EXACTLY as yesterday's), I will speak of a shocking yet not so shocking piece of news I discovered last night. *measures the length of the sentence* OK. Last night, just after I finished my blog post, I decided to go on Angry Kid's website for absolutely no reason at all. Immediately I saw a difference; it said "Skip" above the introduction. DUN DUN DUN! Then, inside, all the links were different. Well, not all of them, but you get the idea. So, they updated it! Hoorah! BUT, that's not all. I then discovered something else. Angry Kid's back in business!! But doing what? Well, he's made a new rap song!!!! I just could NOT believe this. Want proof? Here's the music video trailer. (Warning: NSFW!) It'd be best if you opened that in a new window, if you're going to view it at all. It's just... disturbing and confusing. But, I still like it. Let's see... what is it actually about? OK, football, for one thing. Then handbags, and how the footballers are gay (I think???). Then, you've just lost me. And you know what? It went out on CD 3 days ago. This is something I'm just going to HAVE to buy, just to say I did it. Unfortunately for the American audience, I think the CD is only available in Britain. ...Actually, is that good or bad? See, that's one thing that we British have that Americans don't: Aardman. And I'm one of the lucky people in Britain who lives quite close to Aardman studios. I say 'quite close', not meaning just down the road. It's about... 2 hours ride away. Closer than other places!! But still, Aardman's where I'm GOING to work at, as an animator, when I'm older, if I get older. So watch out, Aardman!!
P.S. If I ever change my mind about where I'm going to work if I get older, for whatever reason, please shoot me in the head with a very very large shotgun. On the spot. I give you my full permission, honest.
So what happened today? Read yesterday's post. The only changes about today was the fact that I revised a little. Not really revising, just reminding myself of what freedom rides were and the Brown vs Topeka case, and black power. Yes, I'm reading up about American history. Hey, that's a thing... In America, do you do history on other parts of the world, or just American history? Please answer my ponder. Another thing that was different: The shopping fiasco. My spelling is a fiasco.
Not really a fiasco, or however that is spelt. FIASCO FIASCO FIASCO. Let's just say 'chaos' instead. OK, the shopping chaos. It wasn't really a chaos, just my 'awareness'. Y'see, even BEFORE I stepped into the store, I was being stared at. Were they staring, or just looking? I don't know. I didn't stop to ask. But there was one puny little minor, who was EVERYWHERE in the shop where I was. And she always glared a burning hole into my head, with her sharp little squinting eyes and foul expression. I just wanted to slap her for making the world a worse place to live in. (What? She reminded me of the devil.) But I didn't, because she was with her burly mother. There was another shrimpish imp thing who 'looked' at me a lot, with her chavvish-plastic big sister. The pair of them made me want to regurgitate my organs. The shrimp imp... If I remember correctly, she was wearing pink. It wouldn't surprise me if I was right. She was rather plump, her cheeks looking like she'd just attempted to shoplift a couple of snooker balls in her mouth. It's not really her that I'm that disgusted about, appart from the fact that she was wearing pink. It was her sister that made me nauseous. Why is it that with plastics, the 'in' colour now, it seems, is black? That's what this chav-plastic was wearing. Black and white revealing clothes. But it wasn't just that. It looked like she was wired to her sister or something, like the imp was a battery, and that she was one of those electronic toys that danced. I think in real life, the plastic had just gone and blasted out those last few brain cells with her iPod and decided to dance at the celebration that she's just lost all of her baby brain cells. (Baby teeth? Baby brain cells? Geddit?) Unfortunately, in these cases, they won't grow back. And those things dangling from her ears, just BEGGING to catch onto something and rip their owner's ears off!!! You know the kind of earrings I'm talking about, the giant hoop ones. I think she was wearing those. Hold on, I've completely wandered away from the subject in hand. I am sorry. Conclusion: I was 'looked' at. The end of that subject.
Now I will ramble about my crazy dreams. Lately, I've had incredibly disturbing dreams. I haven't told you yet of the gohmels, have I?
That's basically what a gohmel looks like. They're all different, they have different hairstyles, and different clothes. Why gohmel? Well, I asked a friend of what they should be called, and they said 'gohmel'. I asked why, and they said it was 'Lem hog' backwards. Well, it does look a bit like a lemming and a hedgehog, doesn't it? So, what, do YOU have a better name for it?? Tell it me, then. Anyway, the gohmel came to me in a dream. A rather disturbing dream. It was like some sort of rip-off cartoon of Mario and the Smurfs put together. And it made as much sense as that Angry Kid video ^. But last night, I had another disturbing dream. That made no sense either. I think the story line to it was... Umm... I was in some sort of summer camp thing, where you take Business Studies lessons in a swimming pool. I told you it made no sense. What the hell's causing it?? I want it to stop, and yet at the same time, I don't. Meh.
Meh is a good word.
