Guess who's back, back again

That's right, I am!

I was thinking earlier about what I can do as a New Year's Resolution. I was thinking about the things that used to make me happy, and the things that kept me entertained. Finally I decided that the best option is to breathe a new life into this rusty old blog of mine.

I'm not sure what I'm going to talk about yet, but blabbing about school was always a fun (and favourite) topic of mine. There's always something about school to complain about - whether it's the insufferably mundane task of struggling through an hour with Ms. Myles, or struggling yet again to grasp the concept of trajectories in Physics. Physics really gets on my nerves, by the way.

Did I tell you about that time when I asked for help, only for the request to be thoroughly ignored and shunned aside? Well, obviously I didn't, because I haven't written anything here since... lemme check... July. Woah, that was a long time ago. Anyway, back on topic: After a lesson with Mr Webb, in which he told us that there would be a Physics mock on the following Monday, I told him that it's likely I won't do very well in the mock because I don't understand the majority of the work we've covered since going back. Instead of offering for me to go see him to go over things, he simply said, "That's a defeatist attitude, you're not going to get anywhere thinking like that." I know; he's so helpful.

What he failed to comprehend was that I was actually telling the truth when I said that I don't understand most of the work. Seriously, I haven't got a clue. It's all maths work, and I can't do maths in Physics; I can only do maths in Maths. But that's another story altogether.

I think the only solution is to purchase for myself one of those dreaded revision books. Perhaps the written word will speak more sense than the idiot teachers we have in our school.

See? School's always a fun topic to whinge about. For the time being, however, I shall resolve to shove all thought of school to the back of my mind. Tomorrow brings with it a trip to Cardiff, and with that comes lots of nice things in the form of books and DVDs. And a Starbucks, of course.

I might blog tomorrow, but I'm not sure. Expect more blogging from me in the new year!

Your most accomplished Whinge Master,

Scott

Who are we?

Despite being a title to a popular song, "who are we?" is a question that has been asked by many people before. Whether they've asked someone else or merely thought it to themselves, the question still remains.

In today's world of global corporations and marketing and consumerism, it's hard to get lost in the world. People consumed by the 'need' for the latest product, the latest shoes, the 'in' clothes, the latest videogames, and so on. I'm not denying that I'm not the same - I'm highly susceptible to Apple's marketing, as you should know if you read my earlier posts about the Mac Mini and the MacBook. It's difficult, then, to define what makes a person who they are.

What defines a person? Is it the music they listen to, or the clothes they wear? Or perhaps it is the movies they watch, and the books they read; or maybe whether they read at all. It's easy to judge someone by the things they buy, and the things they do. But this doesn't give you an insight as to who someone is.

In my rather cliché opinion, people shouldn't be judged by their exterior. And I'm not talking about skin colour or anything, I'm talking about the things they buy and the things they do. These are all outward things, and all add to an exterior; an image, if you will. Images, however, can be deceiving.

For this reason, I believe that to really understand someone, you need to sit down with them and talk to them. Get to know them; their likes and dislikes, their relationship with family and friends, their personality. Again, sounding cliché, but you shouldn't judge people by their image. This image that's given off has an incredible influence on the decisions one makes about certain people, as is exemplified in this video and the one that follows it.

This is also the reason why my MSN display picture is a question mark; since I talk to a lot of people online, it's better if they get to know me by talking to me rather than by looking at my display picture and making a (usually incorrect) snap decision about the type of person I might be. Does this make sense? I hope so.

I suppose what I'm saying is: don't judge someone until you actually know them. Once you've spoken to them and got an idea of what type of person they are, then you can make a better decision about who this person might be, and whether they're someone you want to continue talking with or not. I'm sure everyone has suffered some form of insult because of this image we give off, so think about it next time you jump to a decision about someone.

Again, I'm not targeting anyone, because I'm guilty of these things myself. Apologies for this post, by the way; I know it's not my usual type of thing, but I just wanted to get this down.

This post was inspired by PopCo, by Scarlett Thomas, which is highly recommended.

On the contrary, monsieur

Since the last post, I've been thinking - thinking about this blog, in fact - and it occurred to me that I don't really ever have that much to say, and what I do have to say is never really that interesting. And for that reason, I've decided to stop blogging indefinitely. Whether I'll return or not, I don't know; but it's very unlikely that I will.

So this is goodbye, to the small band of people who read this blog. Goodbye, and thanks for reading.

It's been too long since I last blogged

Greetings! I know, I know, it's been almost two months since I last blogged, apparently, but now I'm back.

So, where to start? I'll start by telling you all why I haven't been blogging. Exams. I know, terrible, right? They suck all the life and creativity out of you while you're doing them, and then they make you wait two months for the results. I say we burn the exams, that'll show 'em!

Okay, so maybe not. I really don't have that much to say to you all. Exams were fine, in my opinion. Except Maths. Maths was horrid, and I had it in my right mind to start writing stupid comments on the paper again. Who on Earth would want to work out how wide some tiles are? Okay, so maybe this person hasn't got a tape measure. Yet this person still knows the overall dimensions of the tiled area? How does he know if he hasn't got a tape measure?

Aside from Maths, though, everything was fine. Though the Graphics exam could have been a little kinder, and they didn't exactly give us buckets of time for English Language.

But rejoice! For exams are over, and we've a long summer ahead of us. Providing the weather is okay, of course. I mean, I'm not a huge fan of the sun, but I don't want it to be raining through the entire summer now, do I? No, no I don't.

Speaking of summer, I've started reading the books on my ever-growing, overly long list. I started with the last book in The Saga of Darren Shan and moved on to Summer Knight. After that, I read Stardust by Neil Gaiman. Yes, Stardust as in the film, Stardust. It was a book first, and it's bloody wonderful. It's fantastically well-written, and the story is just marvelous. I love it.

I've now moved on from Stardust to Gods Behaving Badly that was recommended to me by Michael Ritchie, a writer and someone I talk to online. (Should you want to read his stuff, check out his blog here.) I've got to say, Gods Behaving Badly is great, too. It's funny, and quite strange; a good combination, if you ask me.

I also bought Prototype the other day. It's amazing. You play Alex Mercer, a guy who's been infected with this virus thing that makes you all super. Best part of the game? You get to cut people in half. Awesome.

I think that's all for now, since I need to get back into the habit of blogging. But you should know:

I'm back.

I don't blog often enough

As the title of this post plainly states, I don't blog often enough anymore. I used to be on the case, blogging, on average, every 2-3 days. But lately, I've been blogging about every two weeks! How did this happen?!

Well, my first guess would be since exams started. I haven't really been on the case since I had a graphics deadline to work to, and I haven't really got back on the case since then.

And going by the shitty small paragraphs on here, I don't think I'm going to be blogging properly for a long time. I was thinking that in the summer, when I'm reading the books on my list (oh yes, there's a list now), I would blog about each book I've read. I'm hoping to get through at least half of the pile by the end of the summer, so that I can buy more books.

Yeah, my mother has banned me from buying any more books until I get through my book pile. She's mean.

I'm going to stop. This post is obviously a reflection on the failure of my blogging lately. Cheerio.

The past week, complete with annoyances

I know, I know: I haven't blogged in a long time. It seems that the gaps between posts are getting longer and longer, but trust me, I'm working on it.

I have been busy, you know. This week, for example, has been especially chaotic for Graphics has taken rule over my life. It's okay now, though; it's gone. I hired an assassin to kill Graphics for me.

Allow me to start with a few weeks back: We were in the class, doing work as usual and Mr Simpson says, "You've got this week and two weeks after the holidays." That's not a very good start, considering almost everyone in the class had a tonne of work to do. This was before Easter, by the way.

So we came back, and there was another tonne of work that needed doing; there wasn't enough time during lessons to do work, so, inevitably, I had to stay behind along with a few others. This made me most displeased.

But why, O why did it not please me? For it took me an hour and a half to get home from school every night, that's why. I was leaving at five o'clock and getting home at about half past six, some nights it took me longer to get home and I was getting in at seven o'clock. As you can imagine, this left me tired, and rather annoyed.

But, as always, even staying behind school wasn't enough; I had to stay up all night to get the work done. The first night wasn't bad - I used my brother's computer because he has CorelDRAW, but I also had to use my computer because I have Photoshop. This was another annoyance - if I wanted to edit a picture to put on my graphics work, it involved coming into my room to get it off the internet, edit it in Photoshop and then save it. I then had to put it onto memory stick (which, by the way, is called a ffon côf in Welsh) and take it to my brother's room.

What was most annoying was when CorelDRAW wouldn't accept the image's format. Which meant that I had to go back to my computer and save it again until it worked. Bloody PCs.

Anyway, ignoring the bad and looking at the good, I did get a substantial amount of work done that night. Unfortunately, going without sleep makes one very, very tired. So what did this mean for me? Well, it certainly meant that during Maths on Thusday, I was falling asleep in the class. And by that, I mean that I actually did fall asleep in the class. Not necessarily a good thing. Luckily Miss Tomos never noticed, so it's all good.

Even after staying up all night, I had to stay behind in Graphics. The fun part, however, was yet to follow. After staying for Graphics, I began the ninety minute journey home. Part of this journey involves walking to Pengam train station, another involves catching the train to Caerphilly and the final part of the journey involves cathing the bus to Abertridwr Square and walking up the hill. This is made a great deal more difficult when you're half asleep.

The walking bit was fine, it passed without any major problems. The train was a bit worse, and there was also a weird person on board. Since the carriage was empty (what with it being about half past five and all), I sat in the part of the train that has four seats facing each other because there was more room. A couple of stops later however, a woman got on the train at Ystrad station. She could see that the entire carriage was empty, so what did she do? She sat right next to me. Honest to God, she didn't even sit on the other side of the carriage - I was in one seat, and she sat in the seat facing me. How very strange.

Other than the creepy woman, the train journey was also fine. The bus journey however, went rather horribly wrong. I got on the bus, sat down and listened to my iPod. All seems pretty normal so far, right? Well then something else happened. I woke up. Yes, I don't even remember falling asleep, all I remember is waking up at what I now know was the top of Senghenydd and thinking "where the fuck am I?" Excuse the profanity, but it was necessary in that situation. Oh, and I feel should point out that I was actually on the bus at this point - I didn't wake up in a field. Anyway, I woke up, looked out the window and saw a field. I looked out the other window: I saw a field.

I decided that I'd ask the driver: "Drive, where are we?"
He replied, "The top of Senghenydd, butt." This confused me. "Why? Where'd you want to get get off then?" He asked.
I replied, slightly embarrassed, "Erm... Aber Square." There was a pause in which the driver looked at me with a curious look upon his face.
"Sit back down, and I'll drop you off on the way back down." He said finally.

This was good news. It meant that I could get home. Awesome.

Then I got home. I fell asleep shortly after getting in at around seven o'clock, woke up at midnight and stayed up all night again. This was now Thursday night or Friday morning, depending on how you want to look at it. Since I still had work to do, I stayed up. Again.

Come Friday morning, I couldn't be arsed with school. I was falling asleep on my desk, which is never a good sign. I decided that I would, instead, sleep for a few hours and then go to school on the train. So I awoke at ten o'clock, finished off as much Graphics work as I could and then went to school. My grandfather was kind enough as to offer me a lift to school, so I accepted. It's a good job I did, too, as it was actually lunchtime when I got to school.

I went straight to Graphics, did work, went to Spanish and Maths, did as little work as possible in those subjects and then came home. And so concludes my fantastically interesting week.

I sincerely hope that you find this post better than the one entitled 'Nipples'.

I'll end with a clip from the 1996 movie Fargo, set in Brainerd, Minnesota. They have such intriguing accents; I can't stop saying "Oh yeah" as they do. It's rather fun.



Here's another one, also very funny. I'm afraid you'll have to click the link, though — embedding has been "disabled by request". Click here to watch the clip.

Nipples

As I sit here, eating a Galaxy Ripple (delicious, by the way), I can't help but be reminded about a time where a word mishap caused some laughs.

It was years ago, I think I was about 10. My mother kept on calling Ripples 'Nipples'. It was going on for weeks, so it was what I was used to hearing. She sent me down the shop, and one of the items I was to acquire was four Galaxy Ripples.

I went into the shop, got what I wanted, and then I had to ask at the counter for any chocolate - it was a small shop, so they kept it all on display under the counter. I asked for four Galaxy Nipples. The woman behind the counter, Trudy, laughed. She found it quite funny, but I didn't know what was so funny.

That's when I realised what I'd said and broke out in laughter. I then asked for four Galaxy Ripples and left the shop after getting them. I laughed about it on the way home, and then told my family about it. Fun times, fun times.

As a nod to a previous post: Revision, revision, revision!

Aye, it's taking over our lives, I should imagine. I've failed to stick to my plan; the 6 hours a day of revision, done in 2 hour chunks. Instead I've been doing my own thing. I've been revising a bit of maths, getting bored, and then moving on to another subject, English, for example.

But I'm afraid that's not enough for me, and so revision this week is going to be a little more... intense. I'll start with Welsh, learning a poem or two. And then I'll move on to the runt of a subject that is Spanish. For Spanish, in all cases, equals FAIL.

Having said that, I've just realised that I've got a rugby programme to do (in case you're not familiar with one of those, it's like a brochure full of adverts). It's all jolly good fun, but only if you like making adverts out of an indecipherable scrawl and a logo of such poor quality that it has to be recreated in Illustrator. I, for one, do not like doing it.

However, the tedium of doing the programme is worth it in the long run, for I am being paid to do it. How much I'm being paid is, as of yet, unknown, but I'm hoping it'll cover at least a sizeable portion of what I spent on books on Saturday.

I didn't manage to get all of the books I wanted, but I got six of them. There were three main ones that I really, really wanted, but I only managed to get one of those: "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury. The ones I couldn't get are "Paper Towns" by John Green; and "M is for Magic" by Neil Gaiman. The latter is a collection of short stories. I've recently become quite interested in short stories as they offer the excitement of a novel, but can be read in a significantly shorter space of time. This suits me well, as I've not often got time to read.

I think that's all for now, folks. Poems await me in my drawer.

S'pose I should write something...

Title says it all, really; I think I should write something. So I am. That's usually why I blog - I either get bored, which is the main reason, or I just do it 'cause I feel like I should. But yeah.

I, and many other people, are going to Cardiff tomorrow. Although I think a lot of 'em are going to get suits or whatever for Prom (more about that soon), I'm really looking forward to going in Borders and wasting all my money. See, here's the thing: I like books. As such, I go out of my way to purchase books and then read them.

I don't want to use Amazon because I'm such an impatient little git, so I plan on going to Borders to secure the list of books I want. That's right: there's a list, consisting so far of sixteen books. Why do I want so many? Well, because I went on Amazon, saw it, and thought, "Ooh, that looks good." I then read a few reviews of the books in question, and then thought, "Holy Jeebuz's chicken nuggets! I need that book!" And so the list began...

But books aren't the only reason I love Borders — they have a Starbucks! I haven't been to Starbucks (or Cardiff, for that matter) in months. And I really, really want a frappuccino. So I'm getting one. Yay!

Aside from Cardiff, I'm also just looking forward to seeing everyone; I haven't seen anyone since the holidays began, so 'twill be good.


Now, as I said, I was going to talk about prom. I dislike it. All people seem to be talking about in school is "Are you going to prom? Who are you going with? What are you wearing to prom? When is prom? You know prom...?" and so bloody on. Since I dislike the very concept of prom, I'm not going; large social gathering? No thanks. I don't do large social gatherings.

Not that I've got anything against the people who aren't going or anything, I just really dislike prom. And before you ask, I have my reasons for not going. What they are, however, is none of your business. That's right, I'm being secretive, just like some sort of espionage agent who's pretending to be a cat in order to subdue the dog who's trying to steal his catnip. Jolly good.

As you know, I don't ever get off the internet. This leads me into finding many a social networking site, and the latest I've come across is DailyBooth.

DailyBooth is a website where you take one picture every day; either of yourself like most people seem to do, sometimes holding things; or of something. If it pleases you, take a picture of it, slap it on DailyBooth. People (usually your followers) can then leave comments on your picture: either with another photo and a caption, or just a text comment. Should you want to check it out, click here.

And now, I must leave you. Goodbye.

P.S. Someone left a comment on my post "Llafar, llafar, llafar!". The comment was anonymous, but I'd like to know who it was. If you left the comment, please leave another saying hi.

Ah! I'm an Apple fanboy!

I know it's late, but I've got a sudden urge to blog about something. And since life thus far has provided nothing of interest to blog about, I thought I'd blog about my latest obsession.

As the title of this post suggests, I have become an Apple fanboy. I realised this when I first started saying, "That doesn't happen on Macs." and "You wouldn't have that problem on a Mac." whenever someone mentioned their computer troubles.

Furthermore, it became even more obvious when I saw the new MacBook after Daniel mentioned it. He said that he wanted a Mac, and that he was considering a MacBook. It sparked my interest, so I flitted over to the Apple website and had a look at the new MacBook.

It is amazing.

I knew they'd released new MacBooks because I get an e-mail update (that I can't seem to unsubscribe from) saying about new products and offers they have. It said sometime last year that the new MacBooks are out, but I thought it was just the MacBook Pros, which are so expensive that they're not even worth thinking about.

But no, it was the new MacBooks. The standard, consumer-level MacBook that has earned Apple so much money. It's fantastic: 13.3 inch LED lit screen, 120GB hard drive, a 2 GHz intel pentium core processor, and an aluminium unibody enclosure make for a phenomenal piece of technology. I want one.

No, scratch that. I need one.

Click the Apple logo to see 'em. 

After that, I was playing with my iPod and thought, "Oh, how nice it would be to own an iPhone." So now I've decided that as soon as I move from this house [more on that in a minute] and I have enough money, I'm getting an iPhone as well. Or at least, whatever phone the marvelous minds at Apple have come up with by that time.

Now I mentioned moving out: that's for a reason. I can't have an iPhone whilst I'm in this house because of network troubles. As you know, iPhones only work on the O2 network, but in my house O2 doesn't work. Looking at the map of network coverage, all of Abertridwr is fine, apart from one miniscule black spot. And that black spot, my friends, is directly above my house.

That's right, the only place in all of Abertridwr that doesn't have network coverage on O2 is my house. You can get a signal if you sit on the worktop in the kitchen, but that's it. Nowhere else. Thus, it is pointless in purchasing an iPhone until either a) O2 upgrade their network coverage, or b) I move. When I move is a completely different thing, but let's not get into that; it robs me of my confidence and only works to inspire thoughts I'd rather not think.

Alas, it is time for my sleepy byes for there is a long day of revision and work ahead of me tomorrow. If you want little updates of what I'm doing, follow me on Twitter. I will occasionally post some interesting links on there as well.

But for now, goodbye!

N.B. It may be worth noting that I already have tags on here called "Apple" and "Mac". May also show my fanboyism over Macs and all other Apple products.

P.S. Please excuse this post. It was more my excitement over the MacBook escaping than anything else. If I sound like I'm exaggerating about them, I probably am. But that's because I think Macs are amazing. Best. Computers. EVAR. (And I am aware that 'ever' is spelt wrong. No need to tell me.)

BT is Satan!

No seriously, it is. They promise you adequate internet speeds for a reasonable price, only when you pay for the services, they fail miserably. And they fail in that we're supposed to be getting 8MB broadband, and we're only actually getting 0.13MB broadband. An inquiry has been made and the case regarding our internet speed, or lack thereof, has been reopened.

Whenever I try to do something on the internet, it's as if it knows I want to do something vaguely important. It then shoots me down (in a crash and burn manner) with this dastardly screen:




Moving on to something less menacing, I wish to tell you all about Twitter. It's fun.

Basically, you have 140 characters to write little snippets of what you're doing, kind of like the facebook status updates. Only on Twitter you can follow other people to see what they're up to. This includes celebrities and other famous people. For instance, all your favourite YouTubers have probably got Twitter, and so has Stephen Fry, Robert Webb, David Mitchell, Ed Byrne, Jimmy Carr, Alan Carr, Matt Lucas and many others, you just have to find them.

Twitter makes for some fun reading, especially if you're following as many comedians as I am. They tend to twitter about some funny things. As you would expect them to.

One other site I recommend is fmylife.com. It's just a load of short anecdotes of people's life troubles. For example, one of today's is:

Today, I came home to find a puppy in my backyard. Thinking it was lost or a stray I took it to the pound. My boyfriend came home and asked me if I had seen my present. The puppy. We went back to the pound to get it, but it had already been sold. FML

They are pretty funny, and work solely on the fact that we all like to see other people being worse off than us. You can try to deny it, but you'll love Fmylife in time. *grins evily*

Lo and behold, he's done it again

I actually had to check that I'm using that in the correct context. I believe I am, but I may be mistaken. Still, it sounds good though, doesn't it?

The 'he' I'm referring to is no other than Mr Wicks himself; although his job is being a teacher, he has yet to teach us anything useful. Honestly, I'm not lying and I'm sure I'm not the only one thinking this.

Mr Wicks is a twat. It's as simple as that (rhyme not intentional, by the way). He's supposed to be teaching us IT and how to do IT related stuff, for example, creating a database, making spreadsheets, or at least giving us a brief overview of what we are supposed to be doing with our IT projects that are due in next Friday.

However, I can't seem to recall him ever doing any of these things; all he's ever done for me personally is tell me where the project template is on the Global network. And that's only because he told the whole class at the same time. He's never came over and helped me.

His laziness isn't even a recent addition to his repertoire of idiocies; he's been like it since we started back in year 10. I was trying to put a password on my quiz, but when I asked for help he just said, "Scott, you should have done that by now. Leave it and do the database." Which really isn't constructive, since he didn't show me how to do the database either, meaning that I've got a half-finished quiz and a semi-ok database.

I can't be dealing with this idiot who can't even be bothered to teach his fucking GCSE class! Sorry for the swearing, but it's getting on my nerves.

What's funny though is that he's freaking out because no one has finished their projects. I reckon he's scared that our grades will reflect his poor teaching (hopefully getting him sacked. Ah, sweet thoughts.).

Anyway, since I haven't been able to do my work in the class, I stayed behind school with Mr John, who was a great help. He actually taught. Thank the Lord for Mr John. I got loads of work done in just one hour. But still, not enough work, so I'm staying behind next week for computers as well, just to do the work that I can't do in the house. I lack Publisher and Access, you see. But all the writing and drawing crap I can do at home, so that's what I've been doing.

Oh, and on another note, my internet is majorly fucked up, so don't be too surprised if I'm not online. My step-father is calling BT as we speak, so hopefully the problems should be resolved shortly. Until then, goodbye.

Llafar, llafar, llafar!

That's all it seems to be with language lessons this term; Mrs Roberts is onto us about the literature oral, Mrs Richardson is onto us about the Spanish oral and Mrs Roberts was onto us about the language oral. Luckily the latter's done, as of today.

I'll admit, I was kind of panicking about the language oral (hey, no rude jokes!) since I have a habit of instinctively reverting back to speaking English as soon as the teacher leaves, so the only time I actually spoke welsh whilst preparing for the exam was when Mrs Roberts was there seeing how we were doing.

Still, today's exam wasn't all that bad. The tape-recorder was giving me sinister looks, though. It was staring at me with its turning tape reels, just trying to make me fail. And the counter! It was just ticking away the seconds, it was like watching a countdown to your death! Well, perhaps not quite but you get the general idea. I was looking at the counter thinking "Crap, we've only been talking for eight minutes and we've run out of things to say!"

But all was well. We got through the exam (I don't know how I managed to speak welsh for so long!) fine. The only problem I had was that I couldn't see the sheet with all the notes on it that we made. So Carys and Priya could see the list, but I had to do it from memory and/or make i up as I went along. But that's okay; if I was reading the notes, I would've missed a lot of the actual conversation. Yeah, I have a habit of doing that; if there's writing in front of me, I will read it.

I'm kind of worried though because I kept on going on about the money aspect of the ID cards. I kept bringing it up and I think I repeated myself a few times. Woops. But it's alright; Mrs Roberts was doing her frantic nodding of agreement when I was on about the money, so 's all good.

And guess what! I discovered that I can speak welsh! Yay!

But I also realised that I've got just one and a half weeks to get all my I.T. work in, and I really haven't done that much work. So that's what I've been doing tonight and what I shall continue to do until the late hours. Now if you'll excuse me, I've a pamphlet to remake and some software to get angry at— Microsoft Word has a tendency to crash on a Mac, meaning that I end up losing rather a lot of my work. I could use Pages, but that throws the layout of the Word document all out of whack. It's not a good look.

Note: There's not actual point to this post. My hand was going all annoying from using the mouse for so long, so I decided that I needed to type something. :]

Oh, what a weekend!

Just like last week, blogTV has given me another entertaining, fun-filled night. Although Charlie's show was only on for one hour this week (which is the usual length of his shows), I did make some new friends on the chat.

I signed-in to blogTV early just to see who was on and then I started talking to some people; some rather cool people, if I may say so. I'll tell you who they are in a minute, but not yet (oh, the suspense!). So we got talking, there was five of us altogether. Someone mentioned starting a channel on YouTube where we each do a video for one day of the week (only weekdays, though) just like a couple of other channels do on YouTube.

I thought they were joking at first, so I said that I'd take part in it. As it turns out, they weren't joking at all, but they're actually going through with it! I know it sounds like I don't want to do it on here, but I'm actually really excited about it; I've been thinking about starting a vlog for a long time now, but this has given me the motivation to do so. It's rather funktastic, if I may say so.

As promised, the five of us are me (duh), Laura who is from Ireland; Shreya who is from the US of A; Conor who is from England; and someone else who we don't even know who she is. We've tried to get hold of her, but there's no reply! So as it stands, we're only 4 people not 5. But hopefully the 5th will join us soon. If not, we will all surely be slightly dissappointed that we can't find a 5th person!

So yeah, I'm looking at webcams now so that we can start as soon as possible. I'm Tuesday, by the way, but we don't intend to actually start it until next week (as in, the 30th of March). So it all looks to be fantastically fantasmagorical.

On another note, I just realised that on the 2nd of April I'm going to see Ed Byrne live! Yay, I'm totally looking forward to it. Can't wait!

For now, I must resume my re-reading of Y Tylluan Wen for Welsh-speaking-exam purposes. It's better than the film, but still God awful. Anyway, I'll blog again tomorrow!

Oh, and for those people who ask why I don't stick my hair up anymore, here's why:

So yeah...

I know I said I'd blog about the thing but I can't be bothered.

I don't know what to blog about either. So I'm going to go and watch Avatar on t'interwebz. Because I'm cool.

Yeah.

Blogio

For some reason, I've been Facebooking and leaving personal messages on MSN in Welsh. I really don't know why I do it; it's not my fault, I tells ya! Anyway, I must tell you about yesterday's hugely entertaining bus ride, and today's rather disastrous bus ride.

So since there are so many after-school clubs and I never have a lift home if I stay, I've decided to start traveling via train. As of yet, I haven't got lost. Mostly thanks to Priya for her direction-giving and Gareth for his common sense.

But the train part is the normal part; the nearer you get to Caerphilly, the weirder the people become. As I sat in my usual seat, three quarters of the way up the bus just before the steps, old Mrs Beckett got on the bus. And she is one strange character. I would say 'person', but the way she acts, you'd swear she's from a TV show. More specifically, you'd swear she was from The Catherine Tate Show. She is Gran.

She has the laugh, she has the age and, perhaps more importantly, she has an adept ability to complain about everything and talk to everyone. Allow me to give a brief description: She's old, frail-looking, wears a long dark red coat, has white hair, small beady-looking eyes and always takes her trolley with her. Oh, I forgot to mention - she laughs like a witch. Seriously, you've got to hear it.

So she got on the bus and sat down. While we were waiting for the driver, Mrs Beckett decided that the seat she was in wasn't satisfactory as she had "nothing to hold onto." She "likes to have something to hold onto, see." Yes, they are actual quotes; she likes to tell everyone what she's doing, as she's doing it.

After moving, she sat still. Then she moved again, this time to the seat behind a girl who was also on the bus. The girl however, was in Mrs Beckett's capture zone and as soon as Mr Beckett sat down, she was already babbling away to the girl, who looked highly disinterested. Mrs Beckett then began to mention how she has "bad circulation, all the blood do drain from my hands, see and I'm cold all the time." She offered her hand to the girl and said, "Look, have a feel; freezing isn't it?" The girl couldn't care less, but I could tell she was a bit freaked out by Mrs Beckett. She felt Mrs Beckett's hand and said, "Yeah, it's freezing." In a very so-so manner. She didn't care, it was obvious.

As I said, she was freaked out by Beckett, but I've seen her around Abertridwr before, picking up pennies from the bus stop. Don't ask me why, it's one of her weird old-person things. I, then, was familiar with Old Beckett's ways, and so started to laugh uncontrollably. The girl (I feel I should mention that she's a 17 year-old girl, not a young girl. I know her age 'cause Beckett asked her.) saw me laughing and then she started laughing. And at this point, Mrs Beckett was talking about a dog that had been abused or something, but because I was laughing (not at the dog, at the general situation of the girl being stuck with Beckett), the girl was laughing. And then it turned to proper oh-fuck-I-can't-stop laughing. Which is slightly problematic when there's an old person talking to you about a dog that's been abused.

So yeah.

I actually can't be bothered to tell you about the horrible bus ride that was today's trip home, so I'll tell you tomorrow. It's taken me ages to write this post and I honestly don't know how it took me so long.

Blogging from school - aren't I cool?

Yeah, you know I am. I've really got nothing to say, aside from the fact that we just had the most retarded theory lesson in I.T. It was mighty boring, and when no one understood the work, instead of explaining it, Mr Wicks only repeated it, which is hardly helpful.

Anyway, the bell's about to ring. Time to go! Welsh next... woo.

Last night was oddly amusing

If you're on MSN, you'll notice that the title to this post is also my current p/m. However, it is true; last night was one of the most oddly amusing nights I've had in a while, and it's thanks to the wonders of the internet and the devotion of some YouTubers who wanted to raise money for Comic Relief.

If you cast your minds back to the weekend after half term when I blogged about YouTube and the users I'm following, you'll remember charlieissocoollike. Being one of the most subscribed-to YouTubers in the UK, he hosts a live show at 8pm every Saturday evening, where he "attempts to chat with all".

As you all boldly know, Comic Relief was on Friday and the total now stands at a record-breaking £57,809,938! That's quite a lot of money if you ask me. But you didn't ask me, so I'll be quiet now. Anyway, Charlie and his friends, Ian (username: iianardo), jazza (username: rhymingwithoranges), Dave (username: MusicFromBlueSkies), someone who goes by the username randomprodinc (I don't know his real name, it's not my fault!) and some other folks did a six-hour show to raise money for Comic Relief where they did challenges sent to them via e-mail or through the chat thing on the blogTV website.

They planned on going live for six hours, but went far over that. They were doing challenges until 1am (they started at 6 o'clock last night) and that's when Charlie, Jazza and the others went to bed. After that, we were left with Ian and Dave who were chatting with people for a long, long time; they went to bed at 6 o'clock this morning. I bet they were tired.

Some of the challenges were quite ingenious and some of them, like mine, were dead simple. The funniest and most entertaining challenge to watch them do was when they put ice down their undies and started dancing to "YMCA" and so on. Jazza also shaved his legs, and I think he was also eating lemons (with rinds).

My challenges were simple. If you know me well enough, or have been around me for quite some time, you'll know that I like to shout out the word "pickles!" or "pickled chickens!" at random intervals throughout the day. It's been going on for quite some time now, and I've kind of adopted "pickled chickens!" as my catchphrase. Or just a phrase that I frequently use. Since I thought it would be funny, I sent an e-mail to Charlie saying that if he shouts out "pickled chickens!" for me, I'll donate £5. He got my e-mail, and so he did it. Luckily, I didn't miss it. He just randomly went "pickled chickens!". For that, I donated £5. I then sent a chat message saying "There you go, I donated another fiver for you saying "pickled chickens" for me. That's made my day. ^_^ lol" to which Charlie replied, "Thanks, stuffandstuff, that was a really nice challenge." I was a rather happy bunny. Oh, and stuffandstuff is my username on blogTV by the way.

By the way, I did actually donate the £5. I'm a man of my word, I tells ya! If you noticed, the message says "another fiver", clearly showing that I'd donated more money. I donated £10 for the ice-cube dancing; something like that can't go unrewarded.

So anyway, after Charlie and the others went to bed (they looked extremely tired), Ian and Dave stayed and chatted. I didn't donate any more money because being a 16 year old who is still at school, I've only got limited funds. But they stayed, they chatted and I couldn't bring myself to close the window and so I was up 'til 5 o'clock this morning watching it. It was thrilling. I asked them if they were elves and they said "Aww, are we elves? Yes we are elves." It amused me.

As you can see from this, I'm an easily amused individual. Anyway, if you want to watch Charlie next week, he'll be here on Saturday at 8pm. I suggest you get there early so that you're not in the waiting room for hours like I was. I did finally manage to get into the main room, though. All you have to do is visit the link and the show will load.

You can also go to that link now and watch a recorded clip of the ice-cube dancing and you can see Dave and Ian singing "Show Me Your Genitals". As I said, oddly entertaining night.

Ooh, I forgot to mention - they managed to raise £1,615.44. That's a lot of money for one night, don't you think?

Now, I've got art and graphics work to do, so adios amigos! Visit their YouTubes, be entertained and so on. Toodles!

It's been so long...

Where to start? It's been a busy week, let me tell you. Well, not so much busy as long. Very, very long. About as long as something really long that's dragging behind a really long car that's driving down an extremely long road. In my personal opinion, I think that's pretty long.

Perhaps I should start with a brief explanation as to why I seem to have vanished from the interwebs. The reason would be that I actually had vanished from the interwebs; the router, or possibly the line itself, has been buggered up, meaning that my interwebs haven't been working. I went without internet for almost a week— I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms!

At least it's fixed now. Well, I say fixed; it's really, really slow. But still, interwebs is interwebs I suppose.

And now we come to art. You know, that ten hour exam we had this week; it was really fun. At least, it might have been were I not in Mr West's class. The reason I say this is because it was supposed to be, as previously mentioned, a 10 hour exam. Mr West, being Mr West, failed to recognise this, which meant that we actually only had seven and a half hours. This is because for the first two hours, when we were supposed to be doing the actual exam, Mr West made us "go back to the drawing board" (his words, not mine) and do more work on our the three pages of exam preparation we had to do. This all seems well and good, but it took time off our exam, which was pretty annoying. I mean, it's not like we'd have a maths exam and have them to tell us "Yeah, you can't do it yet. Revise for half an hour first and then you can do it." You see my point?

And then there's the added factor of having it so bloody hot in his class! For crying out loud, has he not heard of windows? I was in two minds whether to educate him about such a contraption: "You see this, Mr West? This big glass thing with a handle? It's called a win-dow. If you lift this handle and push it away from you, it opens, allowing air to come into the class and so cool us all off. See? Isn't that a great idea?" I'm not sure he would have been too happy about that though.

Ooh, one more thing about art; Mrs Gwyn-Thomas (bear with me, I've no idea how to spell her name) bought her class hot chocolate, coffee and biscuits. Personally, I can go without these. But the fact that I had a sip of water from my bag caused Mr West to glare at me with a look that said "Put the fucking bottle down." made me rather annoyed. Mrs Gwyn's class get to have hot beverages, I can't even have a sip of water without getting an evil look. Nice.

Ah, I almost forgot; we all had our science results today didn't we? Yes, yes we did. See what I did there? I answered my own rhetorical question! Oh snap, I did it again.

I was quite happy with my results; Chemistry could have been better, though. But then again, even Doc Mog said that the exam was stupidly difficult. So I suppose if I do good in Chem3 , it'll bump my mark up a bit. Maybe.

And finally, Radio GYTS. Don't you just love it? I swear, they were playing so loud that my ears were actually hurting. It was blasting - I couldn't hear anything other than the music, which left a lot to be desired for. There were one or two good songs, but I've no idea what they were. I'm still trying to take in the fact that I haven't gone deaf from GYTS!

Alas, 'tis time for my departure. I must brace myself for a night of comic relief— which reminds me, I must donate!

I don't wanna!

The title refers to the art exam I've got next week. Guess how long it is. Go on, guess. Ten hours. That's right, ten whole hours. It spans the whole of Monday and the whole of Wednesday, thus totaling the previously over-mentioned ten hours. Down side: it means ten hours with Mr West. Up side: it means I get to miss gym.

Anyway, I haven't blogged in nearly a week. Aren't I a naughty little sausage? Well, to be honest, I'm not really. I blog when I want to, and no other time! Except when the evil spirit that haunts my dreams comes back and torments me into blogging. He has knives and spirit blades for crying out loud! How can I put up with that? I can't, and that's why I sometimes blog about nothing in particular.

Then again, I suppose it's better when I blog about nothing in particular. Or is it better when I blog about, well, things like school and stuff? I don't know, you tell me. Answer the poll, yeah?

Moving on, it's Red Nose Day next Friday, so I'm hoping that they'll have a "wear whatever the fuck you want, we don't care" day at school. However, I don't recall actually having one of those days since Mr ap Dafydd took over the headmastery of the school. Oh wait, there was one, on December the 16th. I remember it 'cause it was my birthday. I didn't go to school that day though, because no one thought it important enough to tell me about the "wear whatever you want"ness of the day. So I went home. And watched Bill Bailey. Because he rules.

But yeah. I don't think our school will have a WWtFYWWDC day because they're all evil rulers of the underworld. Thus, it is my belief that all headmasters should be erased from the face of this very Earth, ridding us of their evil, intrusive, opressive presence. Won't you agree?

I'm really not sure where I'm going with this so... VIDEO! It's charlieissocoollike's song. You know, the Trock dude. I found out that his name is actually Charlie McDonnell. Or something similar. Also, if you liked Blink (the song of his what were in that video I posted here), I think their band, Chamaeleon Circuit, is releasing an album at some point. Anyway, to the video...

Teleshopping - don't you just love it?

I was sitting in front of the TV the other day and my mother had put QVC on. It's a shopping channel, in case you didn't know. Anyway, she went out the kitchen but she left it on, so for a minute or two, I paid attention to what the TV was saying to me. The remote was at the other side of the room, you see, and since my mother was watching QVC anyway, there was really no point in changing the channel since I'd only have to change it back anyway.

But that's besides the point— I was just trying to justify how it was that I came about watching a shopping channel. I can't remember sepcifically what they were selling, but it was definitely clothes.

But, as with many shopping channels, there was a strange American woman talking about the clothes, as well as the British presenter. She was rambling about the fabric of a particular blouse, and then said "... so we engineered this pantie."

Which, to me, is a bit odd. Bear in mind that 'pantie' is what a lot of American people call 'knickers'. So what I don't get, is this: why on Earth would you have to engineer underwear? Surely it can't be that hard to create, can it? I mean, it's clothes. Being engineered. Am I the only one who finds that odd?

Another thing: Thinking Putty may be used by the armed forces!

I bought Thinking Putty ages ago; you may know it as 'silly putty' or something. Firebox sells it here if you're interested. But anyway, I was just on the BBC website, and I came across an article that said that they're considering using a "shock absorbing goo". The video is here, on the page, if you want to see it.

Thinking Putty is amazing stuff, though.

I haven't really got much to say. Seems my blogging abilities are dwindling. Ah well. Until next time, I leave you with these...

Random over heard conversation snippet(s) of the (past few) days: "Jessica, I mean it. Don't disbehave." — Heard on the bus, coming home from Caerphilly. Seems these people are now making up their own words!
"I just text Sophie to see if she fancies a romp." — Also on the bus. Do these people not know the meaning of privacy and/or subtlety?

Movie quote of the day: "The only reasonable question left to ask is 'what the fuck is going on?!'" — It's from the film Shooter. I watched it the other day. It was quite good, actually.

Addicted to YouTube

Aye, it's true. But why not be addicted to YouTube? It's the most amazing website since... erm... brown bread? Possibly. Anyway, over the past week, I've kind of taken YouTube to the extreme, and I've now subscribed to a total of fourteen people— why am I even subscribing?!

Their videos are really addictive, though. Especially this one kid's videos; his name's Mitchell Davis and he occasionally posts a video. Okay, so that could be kind of fun, I suppose. But what you don't know is that his videos are incredibly random! He goes on about, well, loads of things. But that's besides the point; from a post-it monster to a song about recycling, his videos are rather cool. If you actually want to see his videos, click here to visit his YouTube channel.
Here's one of his videos:




Onto the next one. The other person whose videos I like to watch is Charlie. He's from England, and he's quite a funny fellow. Admittedly, the first video I saw of his made me think, "Uh-huh, he's annoying." But that's because I watched what was probably the worst video of his. I then watched another video of his, and found it quite funny. Like he says, he's cool, "but in his own quirky way." His channel is here. Ooh, he also makes music in kind-of a niche genre, 'trock'. Also known as 'Timelord rock'. Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Here:





Next one I subscribed to is littleradge. He's a Scottish fellow, and looks remarkably similar to David Tennant. His videos are also funny and random, and they're quite cool. I really liked his video claiming that David Tennant is copying him, and the video that has the "ten things you would say to your younger self". In fact, here's that video:



Anyway, that's basically all I've been doing over the past week; watching YouTube videos. I did also do some of my extremely boring, not-worth-talking-about-anymore coursework. But as the hyphenated adjective suggests, I ain't gonna talk about it.

Also, should I start a vlog or not? I put up a poll but no one answered it. Come on, you know you wanna answer it. It's easier to do than the bebo ones. You just pick an answer and click 'vote'. It'll then show you the results. That's all there is to it!

Stay tuned, more later!

Weird man on TV!

More about that in a minute.

I tried to do my coursework today. I did, I really did. I was doing the Welsh thing, writing about the six short stories. I only managed to write a page and a half, and then it all went wrong. My concentration abandoned me, leaving me lost, cold, alone...

Or you could say that I just couldn't concentrate. Either way, I got hardly any work done. And I really, really must get it done. Perhaps tonight will prove fruitful when everyone's gone to bed. I'll go downstairs with my iPod. And write about those damned stories!

It's boring work. I mean, most essays might be strenuous to write, but they're never boring. There's always something interesting about the essay. But with the Welsh, I just can't be bothered. It's not challenging, not constructive. It's just too easy, and annoyingly long. Thus, I gave up on it.

Ooh! I think I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow to find out about this damned cough. It is really annoying, and it just pisses me off. I sound funny when I cough as well, because I can't breathe properly in between coughs. I make some sort of raspy, choking sound. Like a cross between choking and that sound a balloon makes when you stretch the end out and let the air out and it makes a "pvvvv" sound. Sort of like that.

Back to the weird man. I was bored last night, at about 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, so I went downstairs to see if there was anything on TV. I watched a re-run of The Graham Norton Show and then I was just flicking through the channels, hoping to find something. I happened to stop on Discovery Realtime. Guess what was on. Go on, guess. Did you get Joy of Painting? I doubt it. Anyway, I watched for a moment. It really freaked me out; the way the man was talking - well, it sounded like he was getting turned on by the paint and/or the brushes. It was rather-very-quite™ weird. After about an hour or two's worth of searching, I found a clip. Unfortunately, he's not painting in the clip. He's feeding a squirrel. Go figure.

Note: You might have to refresh the page a few times for the clip to show up. It's not from YouTube, see.

Bleep bloop

Yup, just like R2. Yesterday was Valentine's Day (note to self: look up correct punctuation on "Valentine's"), and I found this video on YouTube that's somewhat related to Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share it with you. I thought it was quite interesting. You may agree or disagree, you can always press pause.



Also, there's this one. This one's a clip of Bill Bailey though, and has absolutely nothing to do with V-Day. I know, calling it that makes it sound like there's an epidemic on our hands, but what can we do, eh?



I haven't got any more fun videos. Maybe I'll find some on my travels through the YouTube region of Cyberspace. Ooh, I may add a clip of Michael Buckley's What the Buck?! show. That's if I can be bothered. You can always just click the link and visit his channel.

'Til then, goodbye!

It's Sunday and I'm having fun!

It's great! I hardly ever have fun on a Sunday; I'm usually doing coursework or some other jazz. Last Sunday would be the exception to this normality. But I'm actually having fun today. I've abandoned coursework and all other such commitments, and I'm devoting my time to destroying all humans. It's fantastically fun, even if it did take me a while to start liking the game.



Yup, the game I bought is Destroy All Humans! Path of the Furon. I got it yesterday and I've played it quite a bit since. I've only managed to get to Sunnywood at the moment, though. Some bits have been hard - especially when I had to weaken the defences. The military and swat just kept on coming, including tanks and helecopters. The only way I managed to do it was to stop time and flee to the saucer. At which point, my seeker drone missiles made light work of them. They also made light work of the entire compound I had to destroy.

At one point, I had to destroy an entire city. That was really fun. The building just sort of go kaploosh, and then they're dead. Ooh, and when you start shooting the buildings, loads of people run out of them so you can then abduct them, thus increasing your DNA count. Which means you can buy weapons upgrades.

The best weapon so far would be the either the Venus Human Trap or the Superballer. The Superballer fires a rainbow-coloured ball that bounces around, getting enemies. And then it goes up and down, and smashes the enemy on the ground. The ball then disappears. So yeah, at the moment it's looking to be fun. I still haven't unlocked the ability to do the psychokinesis push in time-stop, but I'm working on it.

All hail Arkvoodle!

Idiots!

I think I've used that title before. Anyway, you have to see this. It's an e-mail I received today; I didn't get it at first because it went straight to Junk. I thought it was amusing.

From Mrs Naomi Solomon

No[204 Rue Des Martyrs Cocody

Abidjan, Cote d'Ivoire

ATTN:

DEAREST ONE OF GOD

I am the above named person from Kuwait . I am married to Mr Anthony Solomon who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year 2004. We were married for eleven years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days.

Before his death we were both born again Christian. Since his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of $2. 5 Million (Two Million Five Hundred U.S. Dollars) in the bank here in Abidjan in suspense account.

Presently, the fund is still with the bank. Recently, my Doctor told me that i have serious sickness which is cancer problem. The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want a church that will use this fund for orphanages, widows, propagating the word of God and to endeavour that the house of God is maintained.

The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I dont have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I dont want my husband efforts to be used by unbelievers. I dont want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence i know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the Lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace.

I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband relatives is around me always I don't want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank here in Abidjan . I want you and the church to always pray for me because the Lord is my shepherd. My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life.

Contact me on the above e-mail address for more information, any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church or individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein. Hoping to receive your

reply.

Remain blessed in the Lord.

Yours in Christ,

Mrs naomi solomon.

What did you think? I changed nothing but the font, by the way. I don't think people could actually get more retarded. Well, you could turn into an American, but that's besides the point.

Chicken drummers.

Indeed.

It's snowing!

Since I forgot to blog about the snow the other day, I may as well do it now. There's really not that much to say other than: it's snowing! It's not sticking, though.

But do I care? No, no I don't; I dislike the snow. The only reason I like it is because it means having a day off, and we've already got that guaranteed, anyway. So why bother wishing for the snow to stick? You should all thank Iwan and I for the snow; we danced the Snow Dance, and look what happened! More snow!

I've got no idea what I'm going to do tomorrow. I've got to do coursework, obviously, but I want to go out as well. I'm thinking of going to Caerphilly again; it was quite fun on Saturday, and I could do with another rip-off hot chocolate from Costa. That's right kids, Costa may be the new Starbucks! It's a worrying thought, for who can oppose the beloved coffee parasite that is Starbucks? No one, that's who. They open more and more branches, until the entire high street will be made up of Starbuckses (what on Earth is the plural of Starbucks?).

But yeah, Costa sounds like a plan. Such an effective use of extra time, don't you think?

I've had an odd day

I went to Cardiff early this morning; I left at 8:15. Which is unusually early to be going to Cardiff. Anyway, I wasn't there long because my dad just wanted to get a phone. So after that, I went home. As it turns out, I hadn't told my mother that I was going to Cardiff; she wasn't amused. She was rather angry with me because she had no idea that I was going anywhere.

However, after that little event, I went to Caerphilly. I had to go to get pictures for my art thing, so I was wondering around taking photos. People were giving me the weirdest looks; I could tell they were thinking "Tourist!" So I gave them a look that said "Fuck off, I live down the road." Indeed, it was amusing. After taking the pictures, I bought some art-related supplies that came to a total of £20. Admittedly, it was a little pricey. But at least now I've got the stuff.

After that, I got bored and went for a wander. I saw Ryan and his cousin Lewis in Caerphilly. The first time we saw each other was brief; it was a quick "hello," and then we went our separate ways. The second time we saw each other was in Costa Coffee - I went in for a hot chocolate, and Ryan was there with his cousin. This meeting, like the first, was brief. There was some talk of the photo developing place, and again, we parted. The third and final time I saw them was when I was on my way home. I was walking past the bus stop (I was intending to walk home) when I heard them calling me. I heard them the first time they shouted, but I found the shouting amusing so I didn't turn around. After a short while of shouting, I turned around. And then we walked to Blockbuster, where I purchased Mass Effect. After that, we parted for the final time. What happened to them? Find out next week on Ryan and Co. Watch.

I can, however, tell you what happened to me. I walked towards ASDA, with the intent of using it as a shortcut to Mill Road. It didn't work, because I ended up going in. I bought Disaster Movie from there. It's utter shite, but I found it quite funny.

When I got outside, my mother called me and asked where I was. It was about six o'clock by this time, so I just said that I was on my way to the bus stop. So I walked back up town, talking to myself along the way.

What was it that I was talking to myself about? Pickled onions, that's what. I was wondering if the pickle juice argues with the onions. The onions keep taking credit for being pickled onions, and the pickle juice doesn't like it. The onions are standalone vegetables, and they can make a living on their own. But without the onions, the pickle juice is just vinegar in a jar. And that won't sell well because vinegar is supposed to be in a bottle.

However, onions are more popular when they're with pickle juice, thus completing the partnership. But who should get the credit, onions or pickle juice? I say pickle juice. 'Cause without it, the onions would just be plain ol' onions. And no one like a raw onion (apart from freaky people). Therefore, I believe that Pickled onions should be relabeled as:

PICKLE JUICE
with onion

Who's with me? You should all be with me, for I am the great Master Scott of Space's Sector Six!

Random overheard conversation snippet of the day: "...and my balls move about..." I overheard it on the bus. It was rather odd.

Red Nose Day

I know I'm not really the charitable type, but this year I think I might do something for Comic Relief. I'm not sure what to do yet, though.

I was thinking that since I'm such a talkative person that I should consider some sort of sponsored silence. It'll be difficult, though. I don't think I've ever gone the whole day without speaking before. I remember once going from reg to lunchtime without talking. We had Mr Jones covering us for R.E. and he thought I was being weird for not speaking. And then I explained that I was dared not to talk for the day. He gave me a piece of paper with which to communicate.

Because he's cool.

I failed at my dare at lunchtime, though. Someone hit over a yoghurt pot that had stuff in it, and the mysterious liquid within tipped onto the table, causing me to shout "Argh, it peed!" Thus breaking my 4 and a half hour silence.

I've got to say though, speaking after staying silent all day felt totally weird. You know like when you're doing something that should be physically impossible? It felt like that. I was talking, and it felt like I shouldn't be talking. Like by the laws of nature, I wasn't allowed to speak.

It was quite strange, I must admit.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning. How cool is that? I'm staying up all night again. If I go to sleep now, I won't get up in the morning. Grand. Funky monkey on a witch's broom. It's my new phrase, that. I'm not perfectly sure how I came up with it, but I definitely know that I did.

Anyway, you may have noticed my new sidebar picture. Since it's Red Nose Day next month, I thought I'd put a little picture (that I mainly made myself - I took the logo from the website, where it says to do so) on my sidebar. Just as a change from the usual Towel Day picture.

Well, I'm off to read six short stories now. Good morning, everyone!
Tomorrow's subject: Snow.

Quote of the Day: "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." — Ford Prefect, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Is it early or late?

It's five o'clock in the morning. Why am I up? Well, because I can't sleep, that's why. Simple.

Since I was up anyway, I thought I'd do my Art homework. I suppose it's about time I actually did the work that was given to us.

Whilst I was doing it, I actually realised what I wanted to do as the final piece of work to be handed in. For a while, I've been going with the theme of opposites. But.. I could just change the title of the page, and go with the theme of Event. Which would be a lot easier, given that I was originally intending to do Peace & War as opposites. I think it'll be easier to just do War. There's loads of pics, loads of art, loads of info, loads of poetry about it. Simple as making a pie from a circle. Just divide the circumfrence by the diameter, and you'll get yourself some Pi.

Where am I going with this? I don't know.

But I think now's a good time to rant about emos. They say that they are how they are because they're "emotional". Loads of people are emotional, but that doesn't mean they walk around in stupid clothes, listen to bad music, and cut themselves, does it? Although that may have been a generalisation, it's still a valid point in my view.

Plenty of emos would argue "You're stereotyping us!". But they're actually stereotyping themselves aren't they? The stereotype wasn't created around them, they created the stereotype. And it's not my fault that they're all conforming to it. So if an emo ever says "Stop stereotyping us." to you, tell them this: "I'm not stereotyping you. You've kind of brought it on yourselves. You all wear the same clothes, the same colours, listen to the same music, like the same things. Is that my doing? I think not." That'll grab 'em by the balls (or breasts, depending on the gender of the emotional indivivdual) and swing 'em 'round the room.

Like I said, I don't know where I'm going with this.

Snow was pathetic. It wasn't even snow. It was more like Grawp suffering a withdrawal from Head & Shoulders.

Morning!

Siaradwch Cymraeg!

Gan bo'r athrawon yn dweud wrthym trwy'r amser bod angen i ni siarad Cymraeg, cefais i'r syniad o flogio (dim ond am heddiw!) yn y Gymraeg.

Felly, beth sydd ar yr agenda? O ïe, yr eira 'na sy'n cwmpo tu allan.

Rwy'n mynd i gytuno gydag Iwan ar hyn; mae pobol yn mynd yn hollol nyts pan mae eira'n dod. Dim ond smec bach sy'n cwmpo, ond mae panig llwyr yn ei ddilyn. Yn aml, mae pobl yn rhuthro ir siop i brynnu bara a llaeth. Pam? Nhw yw'r dau peth sy'n mynd i mynd off gyntaf. Os wyt ti'n mynd i stocio lan ar unrhywbeth, prynna tins o stwff.

Does gen i ddim byd arall i ddweud. Ar ben hynny, mae gen i hen papurau arholiad i'w wneud, felly 'dw i off nawr. Hwyl!

(Cofiwch i weddïo am eira heno! Os weddïwch chi i Buddah, rydyn ni'n llawer mwy tebygol o gael eira! (mae'n stori hir. 'fory falle.)