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.