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...