To quote Iwan: My mother has Facebook!

Seriously, she does. She added me as a friend on there, too. Which can be annoying, because she can see all my status updates and she can see who I'm talking to via the Wall. So as you can imagine, it's annoying.

And it's not as if you can ignore a friend request from your mother, is it? There'd be an uproar in the family, should you not consider family members as friends. I had no choice then, but to add her as a friend. How amusing.

More pressing issues
Mr Thomas History is a nasty little pasty. I was in the dinner queue yesterday, and thing were a little hectic, as they always are. However, instead of simply telling everyone in the queue to move back, he shouted "PAWB! SYMUD NÔL!" and found it necessary to kind of grip my arm and push me backwards. It sounds worse than it was, honestly. Also, I admit he didn't push me that hard. Though it was hard enough for me to have to regain my balance.

The worst thing is, he this wasn't the last time he did this. Oh no, he did it again. Twice. That's right, when no one moved because he's not very authoritative, he found it necessary to push me again. I'm sure he thought it was me who was causing the chaos in the queue. Which would have been difficult, because I was in the single-form part of the line. After that though, he pushed me again! Totalling three pushes, and three shouts. I was not amused by that at all.


So as you can imagine, I now bear a grudge against Mr Thomas History. And for good reason; he's evil!

English was awesome yesterday. We did a courtroom thing, and it was might fun. I was a witness who was, unfortunately, a woman. That's right, I was Miss James, a woman who "quite fancied the Viscount Delainey". Great. However, my questioning went smoothly, even if it did end up with me being wrongly accused as the killer. I don't know, maybe I've got that guilty air about me.

I want to go to court! It'd be super fun. If I was wrongly accused in the real court, though, I can't see me being greatly amused. For obvious reasons. Life sentence? No thanks. I'd much prefer death. At least then you're in a comfy coffin.

Speaking of coffins, I got my report today (as did everyone), and it was okay. Well, I thought it was okay, anyway. Mr Webb was being his idiotic self, though; "Scott should attend more after school revision sessions," Yeah, okay. It's only because I've never stayed for one of his revision sessions. I've stayed for maths before, and I stayed for English just the other day. That was to do coursework, though.

I'm sure I've explained to Mr Webb, more than enough times, why I can't stay behind on a Wednesday (that being when he holds Phys-Revis; the term I've given to Physics Revision). On Wednesday, I have no way of getting home. My mother is usually working on a Wednesday, 2 'til 6, making staying behind school a rather difficult feat. He keeps saying "Scott, stay behind for physics." I reply, "I can't, it's a Wednesday, I have no way of getting home." A week later, and history repeats itself; "Scott, are you staying behind tonight? You should: it'd be helpful to you." "I can't, it's a Wednesday, I've got not way of getting home."

It goes on and on, until I just get annoyed, and when he then asks again "Are you staying for physics?" I reply, "No." "Why not?" "I don't want to." I think he's got the message by now.

All hope is not lost, though. After Tuesday afternoon, I'll be able to stay after school because I'll finally find out where the train station is! Hurrah! Which means that I'll be able to find my own way home. Totally wicked, innit, yo'?

I thought so.

I think I've run out of things to talk about now, so I'm going to waste my night on MSN. It'll be fun for me, but I can't see it being much fun for my apples. Don't ask. You can if you want, but it's suggested that you don't.

Bye for now! Tomorrow's subject: Art.

Quote of the day: "You get a lot more with a kind word and a gun, than you do with just a kind word."

I'm cold

We had a few pipes moved the other day, and this plumber, Howard did the honours. Unfortunately, he's really not that good of a plumber anymore. Must be his old age. Anyway, the pipe-moving meant that the whole system had to be drained. He did that, and sorted the pipes. Only now, the pipes are leaking. Meaning that we've had to turn off the heating. Which, of course, means that it's bloody freezing en mi casa. Yeah, how's that for some Spanish for you?

I was mega chuffed with myself yesterday; I actually managed to finish the comparison of Daffodils and Miracle on St. David's Day! It has literally taken me months to do it. So now that I've finished it, it feels like a big lump o' work's been lifted off my shoulders. Sound weird? Probably does. But who am I to judge?

I'll tell you who am I to judge: I'm the Supreme Chancellor of the Daemon-Raiders' Society. Look out, or my demons will come and get you.

Ignoring that temporary lapse in normality, I had Graphics on Thursday. And oh, what a heap of fun that was. I've been working on my Graphics. It's not my fault that he told me to do the work on a black 'n' white sheet, because it wouldn't print in colour and that he was moaning at me to redo it on a colour sheet. I've had to do more or less all of it again, yet he's still moaning that I'm not going to get my work done on time.

He needs to chillax. Doesn't he know my work methods? I wait 'til the latest possible time that something can be handed in, and then do it the night before. It seems to work for me, at least.

Oh, and I had to see Mr Gravell the other day. After I was sent there during reg, I went to walk into his office and he said, "Rho dau funud i fi plîs, Scott." So I did. I waited outside whilst he spoke to some other people about an incident involving a shoe. Only thing is, he took a little longer than two minutes. Try twenty.

But after that, I went into his office. He basically said that my work's good but I don't get enough of it done in time. So from this week onwards, I've got to "dedicate two dinner times to Graphics" and I've got to "work flat out." Sounds exciting, doesn't it?

Mr Webb gave us a retarded piece of homework to do. We had to make a "revision sheet" for the different models of atoms. Which, in my eyes, is rather pointless. Especially seeing as we've already got the information at the very beginning of the work units. Literally, the very beginning. So my question is this: What exactly is the point of doing it? There isn't one.

Oh! I bought Ed Byrne's stand-up DVD the other day. It's called Pedantic and Whimsical, and it's rather funny. I would put up a clip, only my internet ain't so great lately. (I know, that sentence is gramatically incorrect. "ain't" isn't actually a word, you know.)

I've also started reading Phillip Pullman's Northern Lights, which is the first book in the His Dark Materials Trilogy. I must say, at the moment, it's shaping up to be a rather good read. I want my own dæmon. But I can't get one. Mainly because Northern Lights is set in a different universe/dimension/call-it-whatcha-want.

I know I haven't blogged in a long time, and I know that people aren't visiting as often as they used to. I've got my hit counter to thank for that. But I shall make an effort to blog more often! *punches air in motivational manner*. See? That was the ultimate cue. But yeah, I'll try to get back to the usual 3-4 posts a week. I can't promise anything; I am rather busy at the moment, what with coursework deadlines and all, but I will try to make an effort.

But for now, I must bid you goodnight. Goodnight!
And even though I'm not exactly the biggest fan of them: *hugs*!

Exams are over...

...for now. But it's all good; we can sort-of chill a bit now. I mean, I know we only had three exams, but it was still another burden hanging over us. Luckily, they're over for now.

Physics was incredibly, stupidly easy. I revised loads for it, but nearly everything I revised wasn't even in the exam! There were a few questions, but most of it was maths stuff. And it was stupid; it gave you the formula on page 2, and it asks you to write down the formula and then use it to answer the question? You've got to be joking! It was stupidly easy; we didn't even have to rearrange a formula. That's how easy it was.

Art was dreadful. Mr West insisted, once again, on playing jazz. Now I've got nothing against jazz, but the stuff Mr West listens to... that's rip-out-your-eyes material. Indeed.

Ooh! I've started watching Stargate Atlantis. I never used to like it - I could never get into it, and thought that it was just a rip-off of SG-1. How wrong I was. It's actually awesome. Maybe better than SG-1. But no one can replace Teal'c. I know he's in Atlantis, but I don't think he's in it much.

Oh oh oh! I haven't told you all about my comedy DVDs! Well my collection seems to be growing and growing. I've got loads of people's DVDs. I've got Bill Bailey (2 of his), Michale McIntyre, Jimmy Carr (two of them), Alan Carr (Toothfairy and the Ding Dong), Russel Howard, Lee Evans (all of them), Alan Davies, and Dara O'Briain. And that's just stand-up!

I'm running out of people's DVDs to buy. I'm going to order Ed Byrne's Pedantic and Whimsical in a minute, and I might order a book. I want to read the His Dark Materials trilogy, so I might get Northern Lights.

Can anyone recommend any stand-up DVDs? Come on, I'm running out of options here!

I've been spending a lot of time on Yahoo! Answers lately. I'm not sure why, but it's really addictive. If you can find me on there, you'll get a nice surprise. But until then, I ain't sayin' nothin'.

Toodles for now. I'm attempting to finish the ongoing comparison of "Miracle on St David's Day" and "Daffodils". I'm not making much progress, though.

Quote of the day: "You're walkin' wavy!" -- Eddie, A View From A Bridge

My tangerine won't behave

I'm eating a tangerine, and it won't do what it's supposed to do.

I'm trying to peel it, but the skins going all funny, and then all the white stuff that's underneath the skin is still on the tangerine bits. And I can't get it off.

And my dog Abby tried to steal my banana. I thought it was very rude of her to do so; she could have at least asked before trying to take it, couldn't she? It's not like I'd refuse. Maybe she likes banana, and wants to have some because she's bored of meatballs.

Anyway, I'm revising for Physics. Aren't I just the coolest person ever? I don't mind revising physics though, because I understand it. Unlike Chemistry, which I haven't understood since I had Dr Morgan. Miss Downey was a good Chem teacher, but Dr Morgan is just a raving lunatic with a marker and a whiteboard. And Jaffa Cakes. He also seems to like Quality Street as well. Don't ask.

I watched Jimmy Carr: In Concert yesterday. It was fantastically funny, and the addition of Geordie subtitles made it even funnier. I especially liked the part where he was giving his thought on some things. He brings out a jazz band, and sits in a leather chair whilst a smoke machine "creates atmosphere". It's funny. I highly recommend the DVD.

I'm going to go now. I've got some revision to do, and I want to see if I can fill a notebook with revision notes. Such an exciting life I have.

Until tomorrow, I leave you with this; a clip from Eddie Izzard's Circle. I'm sure some of you have seen it, but I thought it was funny.



The clip is a bit quiet, so pump up da volume, innit blud!
How's my Chav?

I'm ill

I'm ill, and I don't like it. It's more annoying than being poked and prodded by an undesirable. Yes, it's that annoying.

Every minute, if that, I'm coughing. I'll be writing something on MSN, COUGH. In fact, I just started coughing again then. It's gotten to the point where, when I cough, my head hurts. Which, admittedly, is slightly worrying, but that's not the point. It's annoying. Especially with the exams we've got.

Biology was okay. I think that if you ask anyone in our year who did the Biology exam, they'll all tell you that "it was okay." The biology lesson on Tuesday proved it. Mr Lloyd said, "Who thought it was easy?" No one put their hands up. Then he said, "Who thought it was hard?" Again, no one put their hands up. Finally, he said, "Who thought it was okay?" Everyone put their hands up. My point exactly.

There was a random question about cows in the exam, though. Which I found quite funny; I really wasn't expecting anything to do with cows. I'm not sure why I find cows funny, it's just the image of them. Big, clumsy things that eat grass and "moo" all day. You've got to admit, it is pretty funny.

Chemistry on the other hand, was a partial disaster. Yes, I answered all the questions, but does that mean I got them right? No, no it doesn't. I made most of it up. It's quite funny, actually. I hope I didn't do too badly, though.

I suppose it didn't help that I was sick in Thursday morning, either. I was ill on Wednesday with a stomach bug, and I thought that I was fixed on Thursday. As it turns out, I wasn't. I felt rather very ill on Thursday morning, but I thought it was just a bad stomach. It was actually the stomach bug attacking again. In reg I told Mr Webb that I had to go be sick, and I ran to the toilet. On the way there, I was sick, but I held it in my mouth. (Too much detail?) Anyway, I saw Thomas Hamer as I was running to the toilet with my hand over my mouth, and I heard him say, "Yep. He's gonna puke."

And how right he was. Because as soon as I got in the bathroom, I was sick. But it sort of went all over me, so I went home. After washing my tie in the sink, that is. It was rather disgusting.

So I went home, fell asleep on the sofa for about two hours, and then went back up the school to do the exam. I did it, and then went back home again. My gramp took me up the school and took me home again. He waited in the car park while I did it. He did have a newspaper with him though, so he was, at least, entertained.

But anyway, we've got Physics on Monday. I don't really mind physics because I can do it. Yay. Not only that, but there's only three units to revise. Which is pretty cool, if you ask me.

Alas, it is time for me to go and play on Guitar Hero. Only last week I played it, and since then I've been a tiny bit addicted to it. Still can't do Medium level, though. I've still to work out how to best appraoch the addition of the troublesome blue button. It's something I need to work on.

Good night, everyone.

I'm not dead!

I know, I've been absent from cyberspace for quite a while. Would you like to hear my reasons? Tough. I'm not giving them. Ha.

Since it's now January, I'd like to wish you all a happy new year! I hope you all had fun at parties or whatever. I didn't. I was in the house, watching Michael McIntyre for the third time. Ah well, I suppose there's always next year for celebrations, eh?

Ooh, I'd also like to wish Liam a happy birthday! Happy Birthday, Liam!

So, what've I been up to? Surprisingly little. For the past week, I've been trying to go to Cardiff. Unsuccessfully, I might add. If and when I do go, I want to go early. As in, leave the house at about 7 or 8 o'clock. That way, I'll be there before all the crazy people would get there. I intended to go on Monday, but I couldn't be bothered; it was dark, cold and early so I went back to bed. So anyway, I was going to go yesterday, instead. I was meant to be meeting Priya in Cardiff, but she couldn't go, so I decided against going on my own. It would've been creepy - being in Cardiff on my own. The crazies would've ravaged me, and stolen my very essence...

Back to normality, then. I didn't get up 'til about 2 o'clock this afternoon. But that's because I didn't go to bed 'til about 9 o'clock this morning. I made the mistake of drinking a can of Relentless last night which, as you know, keeps one awake for a very long time.

Okay, so I seem to have run out of things to write. Ah, well.

Hope you all have/had a good 1st of January, :-)
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