The Rants of a Me

Miffery at common mistakes

2010-05-20T22:10:00.002+01:00

You all know that I can be a bit of a Nazi when it comes to spelling and grammar, so I thought I'd highlight some of the most common mistakes that really, really get on my nerves.

#1: "alot"

This one is completely ridiculous! There is no such word as alot. It is two words: a lot.

#2: "Am"

There's been an increasing number of people using the word am in place of I'm. It should be noted that am ≠ I'm, making sentences such as "Am annoyed with you." sound horrifically deformed.

#3: Misusing and abusing the apostrophe

I honestly don't know why it's so hard for people to grasp the use of the apostrophe. It's used to signify missing letters and/or ownership/relation. For example, if you were to refer to my mother, you would say, "Scott's mother." See? Easy.

#4: Homophones

The confusion of your over you're has been getting on my nerves since I could spell. It is not that hard. Your implies ownership, e.g. your car; whereas you're is a contracted (i.e. shorter) form of you are. For example, "You're an elf."

N.B. "They're over there, reading their books."

#5: Punctuation crises

Firs off, there's the punctuation overload. What I mean by that is messages like this: gonna go,,, out now!!!!!!

Not only does it look hideous, but the overuse of the exclamation mark diminishes its effect. There should only be one comma used at a time; that is, there should never be two or more commas coming straight after each other. Also it bugs me when people use commas where there shouldn't be any. Example: I'm, shattered now! Can't wait to, get to bed!!!!

#6: The slaughter of the semicolon

While I don't claim to be an expert when it comes to semicolons, I do have some idea of where they are used. However they are not to be used to link two words together (e.g. "love;you"); nor are they to be used interchangeably with apostrophes (e.g "I;ve got a lot of work to do"). Please, don't slaughter the semicolon; if you can't use it, just don't use it at all.

#7: Alphabet explosion

You've all seen them: statuses on Facebook that look as though the alphabet just up and vomited all over them. A prime example: "ii cantttt believeee itt!!!" Honestly, the language works as it is; stop fucking it up with too many letters.

That seems to be the main ones covered, at least. Funnily enough, as I was writing this, I came across a picture on Facebook that said, "i loovee' you!" which fits right in to #7: Alphabet explosion and #3: Misusing and abusing the apostrophe. Not to mention the fact that the I isn't capitalised, but that's another story.

That's all, folks!

A Small Box of Time

2010-04-14T20:52:00.003+01:00

I wrote a story because I was bored.

“Hello,” I said. “How may I help you today?”

“For a start, you can get out of my way; I’m a very busy man, and I don’t take kindly to time-wasters.”

“Ah, so it is time you would like,” I replied, reaching into my jacket pocket. “Here, take this.” I pulled out a small purple box tied with a ribbon. There was a tag on it that read Time.

“What is this?” the very busy man asked, a puzzled expression suddenly appearing on his face.

“Why, it is time, of course. I aim to assist, and since you wanted time, that is what you get.” I said to him.

“But,” he said. “But how can you give me time?”

“Ah, yes, well. That’s a bit of a secret, I’m afraid. Open the box.”

The man stared at me for a moment, judging whether or not he should open the gift in his hand. He returned his gaze to the box, and pulled off the ribbon. Removing the lid, a great white light spilled forth, dousing our surroundings in the purest illumination one can ever hope to witness. Unless you shop at IKEA, of course.

There came a ticking sound; the ticking of a clock. The now bewildered man continued to gaze into the box.

“It’s—” he paused. “It’s talking to me. How—?” His question was cut short when he realised that he didn’t quite know what he wanted to ask. “What is this?”

“Sir, are you not paying attention? It is time. Should you wish to put it to use, I would very highly suggest you take it out of its box and allow it to become acquainted with you. Speaking of acquaintance, what is your name?”

Despite his astonishment, the very busy man managed to inform me that his name was John. Ah, John; always John. Common as muck, that name.

“What do I do with it?” John asked me; he clearly wasn’t paying much attention.

“Oh, for crying out loud. I knew you wouldn’t cope with opening the box before reading the instructions.”

“Instructions?”

“Yes, the instructions,” I informed him. “You see? On the bottom of the box. It does say quite clearly that you should read the instructions before opening the box lest you hurt yourself due to your attention being elsewhere. Oi!”

John suddenly looked up, as though he had been woken from a dream.

“What were you saying?”

“For crying out loud, you mortals. Look—”

“Mortals?” John interrupted.

“Yes, mortals. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Now shut up and pay attention. All you’ve got to do is stick your hand in the box and take out whatever’s inside. The light is tangible; you should be able to take hold of it.

“Once you’ve got the light, you have to hold it in your hands. Bear in mind the fact that this is time you are holding, so it pretty much knows everything about everything. The time will speak to you, and you must talk back to it. If it deems you worthy, it will become a part of your being and you will be forever changed, blah blah blah, whatever. Got that?” I didn’t wait for a reply. “Good. I have other appointments. Cheerio.”

I vanished in a puff of purple smoke, and the very busy man named John was left standing there on his own, desperately trying to make head or tail of the time he held in his hand.

Unfortunately for him, the time deemed him unworthy, and therefore wasted no time in removing him. He vanished from the spot upon which he stood; all evidence of his very existence removed in the less than the blink of an eye. How very unfortunate.

The Soup Dilemma

2010-04-09T18:43:00.003+01:00

Dear readers, there is a question that has plagued my mind for a number of days now, and I really do need an answer. I've discussed it with a number of people but an answer has still not been reached. The question:

Do you eat soup, or do you drink it?

You might think "well, you eat it, don't you!" Yes, but then soup is a liquid and, traditionally, liquids are drank. So does this mean that you drink soup? It should, but then...

You use a spoon with soup; you don't use a spoon to drink, do you? I've never known anyone who drinks a cup of tea with a spoon. And soup can be classed as a meal, which must mean it's food; and food, such as it is, is eaten.

Do you see my confusion? I really want to know whether you're supposed to eat it or drink it. I mean, it's pretty safe to say that a stew is eaten because it's got lumps of food in it. Food that has to be chewed. You don't chew soup, so do you drink it?

Perhaps we should just stick with a more ambiguous verb and say that it's slurped, or even that it's consumed.

A quote

2010-04-03T00:12:00.003+01:00

I've nothing much to say but I do have this quote, which I did find quite entertaining.

Consulting a dozen or so recently published punctuation guides, I can report that they contain minor disagreements on virtually all aspects of the above and that their only genuine consistency is in using Keats's poems as the prime example. Strange, but true. They just can't leave Keats alone. "It is Keats' poems (NOT Keats's)," they thunder. Or alternatively: "It is Keats's poems (NOT Keats')." Well, poor old Keats, you can't help thinking. No wonder he developed that cough.

From Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss

Thieves!

2010-02-20T00:15:00.005Z

Right! You must be warned: there are thieves operating everywhere, and these days they seem to really be picking up the pace at which they steal.

Incident numero uno:

On Monday 15th of February, I was in Waterstone's in Cardiff looking at the books. A guy came into the store and started speaking quite loudly in a foreign language. He was pointing at books, and picking books up and asking me about them in his gibberish language. I felt something brush very lightly against my leg and then he continued with his gibberish and then left the store. Little did I know that he was a pickpocket and was just that moment making off with my phone.

You think it's not going to happen to you, or you think you'd be able to spot it when it does happen, but then it does happen, and you're left without a phone. How very miffed I was. The first thing I did was toddle off to the Orange shop and buy the cheapest phone they had so that I could tell people not to reply to any messages from my old number. I also cancelled my old sim card, just for good measure.

The art of the pickpocket is a tricky one, but should you encounter someone who has mastered it, you won't even notice that your stuff is gone until they are gone. Be careful.

Incident numero dos:

On Friday 19th February (i.e., the day just gone), my mother was shopping in Caerphilly. She had parked her car at the top of town near the train station as she had intended to go to Cardiff. She was walking to her car, when a man ran past my mother and grabbed hold of her bag as he did so. Unfortunately for him, my mother grips the strap of her bag when she wears it on her shoulder, so she had him looped. She yanked him back, and knocked him to the ground. My mother stood on the man, holding him to the ground.

At this point, I am told, a man came running out of his house shouting, "I've called the police, I've called the police!" He thought that my mother was hitting the man for no reason. She replied, "He just tried to rob me! I'm not going anywhere until the police arrive, and you'd better keep your nose out or you'll be on the floor with him!"

Luckily for my mother, there were three witnesses (two people from the dentist nearby and a bus driver), and the entire incident was recorded on CCTV. The police arrested the man, and I am told that he wouldn't tell the police who he was, where he lived, etc. and that he was known to the police. My mother and the witnesses gave statements and she was allowed to leave.

Of all places for thieves to operate, I wouldn't think of Caerphilly town. Robbery like this is the sort of thing you would hear about on the news or see in TV shows, but lately it all seems to be getting a little closer to home. Be careful.

So there you have it; two robberies on members of my family (me being one of them) in the space of five days. I cannot stress this enough: BE CAREFUL.

I'm sorry if I sound a bit preachy, but I don't want anyone else to be robbed. That is all.

Until next time,

Good day.

OMG

2010-02-19T23:56:00.003Z

By golly! Having given up on the traditional British pancake yesterday, I decided to go scouring the web for a new recipe - and discovered this, the recipe for the most delicious pancakes I have ever tried. And the best thing? You can store all the dry ingredients in a jar, already mixed up, so that you have your own pancake mix! I thought it was genius. I had some for breakfast this morning and they were YOM.

For the dry mix:

600g of plain flour

3 x 15ml tablespoons of baking powder

2 teaspoons of bicarbonate of soda

1 teaspoon of salt

40g of caster sugar

Just mix it all up and put it in a jar or whatever. It's well good! I had trouble getting it into the jar, so I made a cone out of some greaseproof paper I found and put it in that way. If the jar's big enough, you can just mix it when it's in the jar, so you don't even have to get a mixing bowl dirty. The mix will make 4 loads of pancake batter.

For the batter:

150g of the above pancake mix (it works out roughly to about 4 and a half heaped tablespoonfuls)

250ml of semi-skimmed or full-fat milk (I use a little less because the batter goes too runny otherwise - I think it depends on the quality of your flour)

1 egg

1 x 15ml tablespoon of melted butter (I put more in than it says.. just get a blob, stick it in a dish and shove it in the microwave for 20-30 seconds to melt it — much easier than using a pan)

Just mix the egg and milk in with the dry ingredients, and add the butter just before you cook the pancakes. Make sure you whisk it, and whisk it good!

For the cookin's:

Heat a pan. You don't really need oil per se because there's butter in the mix, but I do add a teensy bit of oil just in case. Our frying pan's a dick though, so I don't really have a choice.

The recipe says to spoon drops of 1.5 - 2 tablespoons of batter into the pan, but it works just as well if you use about half a ladleful. When bubbles start appearing on the surface of the pancake, flip it over to cook the other side. It should take about 30seconds to a minute, depending on how hot your pan is.

And repeat! They're lush with golden syrup, but you could have them with whatever you want to put with them - I think they'd be lovely with a dollop of ice-cream and some strawberries!

The batter mix makes about 8-10 pancakes depending on the size of them.

Right-ho, I think I should apologise for this random blog post. I don't usually post recipes, but these pancakes were so good I just couldn't resist sharing the recipe with you. Normal blogging to be resumed immediately.

Sadness and Pancakes

2010-02-19T03:54:00.004Z

My dear readers, I have somewhat of a confession to make. I give off the impression that I am always happy, be it at school or otherwise, but lately things have gone rather rapidly downhill, plunging me into a heavy sadness that lingers above me like the rainclouds above my home.

So what, you may ask, has caused such a sudden sadness? I must be honest with you: it is pancakes. A craving for them had come over me, and I simply couldn't resist. I mixed the batter as per instructions, but no matter how hard I tried or how well I oiled the pan, they always either a) got stuck or b) ended up as a wad of undercooked sludge. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was too much milk that caused the problem with my pancakes; either that, or the pan was too hot.

I thought I could cook pancakes. I made some yesterday and they were rather lovely, if I may say so. They didn't last long with Mother around, anyway. But alas, tonight my pancake skills failed me, and as I write this I am devouring a small bag of Cadbury's chocolate buttons, trying desperately to fill the hole left by the sad excuse of a pancake that was the fruit of my effort.

I thank you all for your support during this difficult time.

Good day.

Spring my form, biotch!

2010-02-10T23:46:00.003Z

Err... excuse the rather ghetto-sounding title, I don't know what came over me (that's what she said! (sorry)).

Anyway, I've been flying around some people's Formsprings lately and it's really quite fun asking anonymous questions. I've been springin' forms since the early version of Formspring, where you had to set up the form yourself and it wasn't formspring.me.

As a result, I decided that I'd finally jump on the proverbial bandwagon and open the floodgates to Formspring. As the website's slogan says, ask me anything. :-)

Click here to do so.

I haven't got much to blog about lately because I lead a boring life, so this is about as exciting as it's going to get for a while.

Cheerio!

It's about bloody time!

2010-01-21T01:16:00.003Z

Well, exams are over - for now, at least. For most people this means chillaxing a bit after school, now that there's not quite so much pressure on them to cram in as much information as is humanly possible. But for me, there's something I want to make a start on, as I agreed upon at the beginning of the year. When it was time for New Year's resolutions, I told myself that when exams were over, I would get in shape. That time is now.

I find this a little bit of a difficult subject to talk about, as anyone who is overweight (though in my case the situation far transcends the 'overweight' mark - officially I'm in the 'morbidly obese' category) would sympathise with. It's not easy to talk about it - well, I suppose it's more the fact that I'm reluctant to talk about it, rather than it not being easy. It's still not quite the easiest thing to blab about, though.

See the thing is, most people have been in shape, then got out of shape, and then resolved to get back in shape. With me, this is not the case. I have never actually been in shape; strange as it may seem, I have never known what it is like to be of a healthy weight and size. Even in primary school I was overweight and struggled with cross-country, often I was left breathing so heavily that people thought I had asthma.

The thing with being overweight is that it's not a sudden thing - it's not a mess that suddenly appears on the floor that you can just pick up. It's a gradual thing, that happens slowly without you noticing, and then before you know it - BAM! You're 21-stone and classed as being morbidly obese.

I feel that I should make my feelings on this somewhat more clear. I'm not looking for sympathy here; I'm just trying to make it clear how I feel about being overweight. You know, I'm not overly bothered by it, but I am bothered enough by it that I want to make a change. I'm not sure if that makes much sense, but I hope it does.

I don't really know why I felt the need to post this. I shouldn't be boring you with my troubles, but I thought it was about time that I actually spoke about it. By speaking about it and telling people about it, it gives me more reason to put effort into trying to lose weight - or else face embarrassment at the face of my readers. Now that wouldn't be nice, would it? (Probably not, I should imagine.)

For now, I bid you good day:

Good day!

Facebook fools!

2010-01-15T01:24:00.002Z

I must confess: although I intended to stay away from the Internet altogether, I only managed to stay off Twitter, DailyBooth and MSN. I do still go on Facebook. But hey, it's still an improvement, eh?

Anyway, something that's come to my attention lately is the amount of groups on Facebook that claim that there's a new 'Facebook Chat'. Most of these groups are called something like, "How to activate the new Facebook Chat! Join now!" What people fail to realise, however, is that these groups are only there because they want bucket loads of members. You'll notice that a lot of these groups don't have any posts on their wall - I wonder why.

What's even funnier is that people don't realise that, to begin with, Facebook would have said if they updated their chat. Another thing is that they would make it available to everyone, not just people who add their friends. Also, the so-called 'new Facebook chat' things that the groups use as their display pictures are actually screenshots of Mac applications superimposed over the top of the normal Facebook. On one of them they're actually cheeky enough to use iChat! On another they use the third party application Adium.

It strikes me as odd that so many people don't seem to notice that Facebook would make the new Chat feature available to everyone.

One other thing: people are even going so far as to follow the instructions the groups provide: which involves copy and pasting a piece of Java Script into the URL bar. BAD IDEA. I'm not saying that it's going to damage your computer, but putting any unknown link or code where you can't make out what it is from its URL is a bad idea. People might be redirecting you to a website which automatically starts a download of a virus or something. That may be the worst case scenario, but that's not to say that it couldn't happen.

Either way, it's still pretty funny.

Good day!

More on exams, and a bit about the Internet

2010-01-12T13:30:00.000Z

I briefly touched on the subject of exams in yesterday's post, but I want to tell you about the horror I'm going through with the exams I'm sitting this week.

Well, there's nothing really that horrific about it. I'm just getting incredibly stressed about the exams, and for no good reason: there is always the opportunity of a re-sit. Which, as you probably know, I intend to do.

Today I had a Biology exam. I can't tell you how it went, since I'm actually writing this post in advance, but I can tell you how revision went: horribly. Gone are the days when my mind used to absorb knowledge like a sponge; I was sat at my desk for about an hour reading and re-reading the same question over and over again. It simply would not sink in. As you can imagine, this got me rather angry, and in my anger I tweeted this:

"I give up. Biology can go fuck itself. I don't care anymore."

Which, to an extent, is true. I've given up revising for the exams we sit this week. I already know that I'm not going to do well in them; there's still a part of Maths that I haven't learned, Biology isn't compatible with my brain, and Physics was just doomed from the start. However, I have decided that, contrary to what yesterday's post might suggest, I will put effort into learning what I need to know for the exams — but the re-sits, not the current exams. There's no point in me cramming now and doing badly in the exam and giving up. I might as well sit these exams now, if only to get a sense of what they're like, and then I will arrange with my teachers that I go in during free lessons to go over work. To keep what I learn fresh, I'm going to ask the teachers for huge amounts of past papers and exercise sheets which I will do when I get home from school every day, though I'll probably do the sheets weekly.

I know this makes me sound like a massive geek, but I really want to do well at school: if only to get into Uni to study English.

People who know me well enough will know that I am practically an internet addict. I am. The internet takes up far too much of my time lately, so I've cut all my connections on social networking sites. I will no longer be using DailyBooth, Twitter, Facebook or MSN Messenger. As a consequence, I should have far more free time on my hands; time which I can use for school work, reading (God knows I need to catch up on my reading) and to finally get a handle on some of the things I've let slide over the past few years. If you know what I'm talking about, well done you for figuring it out.

For now, however, I'm going. I'll still post here (hopefully) twice a week. I've no idea what I'll talk about, but I'm sure I'll find something.

Good day!

You know what I'm talkin' about

2010-01-12T00:52:00.002Z

That's right, those dreaded exams are once again upon us; though this year, they do seem to be posing a far greater threat to our wellbeing. Aside from being possibly the most difficult exams we've sat thus far, I seem to have lost all motivation to do well in my chosen subjects.

I've always been a fan of English Literature: both the subject, and literature in and of itself. As such, I would ideally like to go into something involving English Literature when I leave school; after thinking about it - and believe me, I gave it an almighty amount of thought - I came to the decision that I want to be an English teacher. Preferably, as you may have guessed, of English literature.

Now! The point I wish to make is this: the way to get into teaching English is by studying it at University. So why, on God's green Earth, must I have three A-levels to get onto the course? It strikes me as odd that in order to get onto a literature course you need at least two other subjects at A-level; and you have to do well in them, mind you. What about people who have no other interest but in English literature? Are they denied their chance to study it at University because they can't tell their chloroplasts from their mitochondrion?

If it was up to me, people would be allowed to study whatever they liked, regardless of how many other subjects you're good at. I'm struggling to see what significance Mathematics or Biology would play in securing someone a place at University to study English. I dunno, it all just strikes me as a bit odd.

Your thoughts? If there are any readers, drop me a comment below. I'm interested to hear what you think of this situation.

Physics = poo

2010-01-06T17:05:00.003Z

Despite it being a snow day, I've been in revising for hours. I've been focussing on Physics, since that's the one I need to revise most. What have I learned? Well, one thing. That I literally cannot answer a single question in the exam paper. I've been stressing about it all day, and it's really getting me down. So I thought to myself, "You know what? Fuck Physics. There's no point struggling and wasting time with a subject you don't understand. Leave it alone, drop it after the exam, and stick to revising the subjects you know you can actually do well in." So that's what I'm doing.

I'm leaving Physics alone. I can't cope with it much longer. Even Mr Webb won't believe me that I just can't do Physics, despite my having to call him over every time I tried to answer a question in the past paper. So fuck it.

I'm going to revise Maths and Biology. Biology is easy enough as it only involves learning things. There's no working stuff out involved in Biology, so it's probably the easiest subject I have an exam in. And there's no point revising English because a) it's not a real subject; you can get with making it up in the exam and b) you can't really revise for it.

So that's that.

Guess who's back, back again

2009-12-28T14:18:00.003Z

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?

2009-07-11T00:59:00.003+01:00

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

2009-06-19T20:31:00.002+01:00

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

2009-06-15T02:23:00.003+01:00

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

2009-05-17T21:09:00.003+01:00

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

2009-05-04T11:04:00.003+01:00

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

2009-04-26T15:54:00.003+01:00

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!

2009-04-13T14:44:00.002+01:00

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...

2009-04-10T18:15:00.006+01:00

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!

2009-04-06T02:25:00.006+01:00

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!

2009-03-29T13:58:00.006+01:00

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

2009-03-28T16:01:00.004Z

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!

2009-03-24T20:06:00.003Z

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!

2009-03-22T16:54:00.004Z

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...

2009-03-21T18:27:00.003Z

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

2009-03-19T20:09:00.003Z

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?

2009-03-17T09:38:00.001Z

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

2009-03-15T12:43:00.004Z

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...

2009-03-13T17:56:00.002Z

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!

2009-03-04T21:19:00.003Z

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?

2009-02-26T18:14:00.003Z

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

2009-02-23T15:00:00.000Z

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!

2009-02-18T17:41:00.005Z

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

2009-02-15T19:51:00.002Z

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!

2009-02-15T16:38:00.006Z

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!

2009-02-13T21:40:00.003Z

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!

2009-02-09T18:05:00.002Z

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

2009-02-07T23:28:00.007Z

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

2009-02-04T03:26:00.004Z

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?

2009-02-02T05:02:00.002Z

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!

2009-02-01T20:54:00.002Z

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.)

The trolley was wonkey

2009-02-01T14:49:00.003Z

It was. I went to Blackwood with my mother yesterday, and we went to the ASDA there. There was a trolley, on its own, by the door. And rogue trolleys are always bad news.

My mother said, "Get that one!" I said, "No! Rogue trolleys always have wonky wheels." She ignored what I said, and got the trolley. It had a wonky wheel. I was not amused, for it was I who had to push the trolley.

The highlight of the trip to Blackwood, though, would be the fact that I finally got shoes! I've been meaning to get new ones for quite a long time now, yet only yesterday I got them. Better late than never, eh? I got Skechers. Yeah, aren't I cool. They were £55... and I had to ask for the other shoe. On the box, it says "Please ask staff for other shoe". They took the shoe out of the box! Silly people, making work for themselves. I mean, I know it's for "security reasons" (in other words, the staff can't be arsed to see if someone is walking out of the shop with their shoes), but they're just making more work for themselves. They've got to catalogue the shoe, and then they've got to find the shoe, get the shoe, and put the shoe back in the box. Idiots.

This week looks to be a busy one. I've got Welsh to do, in which I've got to write a five-minute long speech about Saunders Lewis. I plan on doing that today. Then, I've got to write about a character in A View From the Bridge. I intend to do that today, too. The rest of the week, I'll be doing art work. I need to take some photos first, though. So I'm doing that after school tomorrow.

I've got some stuff to do now, though. Which means I've got to stop blogging.
I realise that I haven't blogged about Art properly. Fear not, I shall do it later or tomorrow. =]

To quote Iwan: My mother has Facebook!

2009-01-30T20:24:00.003Z

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

2009-01-26T01:56:00.003Z

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...

2009-01-19T17:38:00.002Z

...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

2009-01-18T17:55:00.004Z

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

2009-01-17T00:28:00.003Z

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!

2009-01-01T15:32:00.003Z

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, :-)
x

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-25T10:29:00.001Z

A simple post today, giving one simple message:

Merry Christmas, everyone!

x

On the night before Christmas...

2008-12-24T23:38:00.002Z

...I was peeling vegetables, and then cutting them. Unfortunately, I was cutting carrots. Why so unfortunate? I'll tell you why - they contain beta-carotene, the same stuff they use in fake tan. As a result, my hands are orange, and the colour simply won't wash off. Stubborn stains...

I've been up to quite a bit lately. I've been to Caerphilly, been to Caerphilly, been to Caerphilly, been to Caerphilly, been to Caerphilly, been to ASDA, and been to Caerphilly. Totaling a number of six trips to Caerphilly, and one trip to ASDA. Exciting, eh?

Caerphilly was bonkers. People everywhere, getting in my way. Argh. I mean, I know it's Christmas, and I know that people are in a rush, but do they have to be so rude? They just stand in your way, and when you politely ask them to excuse you, they give you a look as if you've just committed murder. Well so-rry. I didn't know it was such a bad thing to want to be able to get past. Idiots.

And in ASDA - I went yesterday. That was a bad idea. Although I left at seven o'clock in the morning, it was still packed there. I only wanted veg, but do you think I could navigate through the isles with the idiot retards that make up the majority of the shoppers there? No, no I couldn't. I was trying to get to the potatoes, but there was someone in front of me moving at a snail's pace. Since there was no room on either side of this person, I could only move as fast as the person in front of me would allow. This concept, it seemed, was not evident to the woman behind me. Instead of patiently waiting until she could get past, she decided that it would be much more productive to ram me with her trolley. That's right - she was wheeling the trolley into me, over and over again. I got annoyed after a short while, and so I blindly kicked backwards, hitting her trolley. I didn't look behind me, I knew I'd hit her trolley. After that, she didn't persist with her trolley-ramming.

Costa Coffee is somewhere I don't usually go, but on Tuesday I went to Caerphilly with Priya after I'd been to ASDA. And in Caerphilly, we went to Costa Coffee. And if I may say so, the hot chocolate I had there was very nice. I might go there again.

I'm a little bit confused (nothing new there, then!). Usually I'm really excited for Christmas, but this year I'm not excited at all. I mean, I look forward to it, but the usual feelings of super-excitement are not present. Weird, eh? I remember last year I couldn't stay still because I was so excited. But again; this year, nothing.

Ooh, did I tell you that I've sort of become obsessed with Bill Bailey? I've watched his DVD about five times, and I keep watching clips of him doing songs on YouTube. Speaking of YouTube, has anyone else's been going slow lately? For the last couple of days, my YouTube has been going extremely slow. It's quite annoying for a frequent YouTube-er like me.

I was going to watch Hogfather earlier, but I gave up on it about ten minutes through. I simply can't be bothered to watch it.

Ooh look, only twenty-two minutes 'til Christmas. Do you think I'm going to get any sleep tonight? I very much doubt it. I don't get much sleep on the best of nights. The other day I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, was up all night that night, and then I was up all day, and then I forced myself to go to bed at five o'clock in the morning. Giving a total of about 40-something hours of awakeness. After that day, I woke up early again. I think I only had three hours of sleep.

I've still got loads of books to read, and that number is going to grow. I've got a tendency to start books, and then not finish them. Weird thing is, they're really good books. But I just get bored of them, and then never get round to finishing them. So far, I've started-but-not-finished: Dresden Files: Summer Knight; The Saga of Darren Shan: Book 12; Rude Health; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (re-read); Dubliners; Y Saith Pechod Marwol; Quirkology: The Curious Science of Everyday Lives; The Book Thief (recently started, but losing interest); and Politics: Cutting Through The Crap. I'm sure there are more, but I just can't remember them.

Oh well, I should go now. I've still got some stuff to wrap. My mother asked me to wrap some stuff for my step-dad for her, because she can't do it without him seeing her wrapping it.

That's it from me for now. Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope Santa is nice to you all.

X

Ooh, err...

2008-12-20T16:18:00.002Z

I couldn't get a Countdown Timer because it kept on showing adverts at the bottom of the timer, and I'm adamant that there'll be no ads on here unless I put them there. And a lot of the other timers were "broken," and "cannot be used until they are fixed." Pah, stupid technology.

So instead of putting a countdown timer there, I made a little picture on Photoshop. It looks crap, but it did look quite good when it was in full size. It was shrunk a bit to fit on my blog, see.

Anyway, I'm going to talk to people on MSN. Because I have no life. Bye! x

School's over! For now, at least

2008-12-20T15:13:00.002Z

Isn't it great? We're finally free! Well, sort of. I've got a ton of stuff to do by the time I go back, and I haven't made a start on it yet. Ah, it'll be all right - I'll start it Monday night, and do a bit every night 'til the end of the holidays. Then again, I always say that, and I never do.

It's so nice to have my own keyboard again. If I ever have to use a school keyboard again, I'm going to have to smash it to pieces with a large mallet. Yeah, a mallet would do nicely.

I've been bored lately, so I've been watching the Dresden Files on DVD. It's about a wizard PI, and it's super cool. I like Bob, the spirit who's been trapped in his skull for committing some nasty crimes, and he has to stay trapped as a spirit, living in his skull for the rest of eternity. Groovy gravy.

Watch it when, and if, it's on. They'll probably show it on SkyOne sometime soon, so if it's shown, I'll let you all know. It might sound crappy, but it's actually really funny, and really good. Well, it was good enough to make me go out and buy the books it's based on, anyway.

I'm quite tired at the moment, due to my lack of sleep last night. Seriously, I didn't sleep at all. Like, I was awake all night. Stupid, maybe. But I couldn't sleep, so I just came back on the computer. And then I watched nearly the whole series of Dresden Files, and then I had some fun on YouTube - there are some funny clips on there.

Not long for Christmas now, eh? I think I'll try and add a countdown timer on the sidebar. I'll see what I can do.

Also, you may have noticed that the Heroes thing has been taken down. That's because it's finished for the time being, but it'll be back at around February, when Volume Four, Fugitives, begins.

But now, I'm going to go. I've got some stuff to do, and I want to catch up on my subscriptions on YouTube. Ooh, and don't be surprised if I change the look of my blog. I might make it look a bit more... Christmasy. :)

They call that singing?

2008-12-18T11:22:00.006Z

I'm in Graphics at the moment, but we've got a free lesson so I came on here. Good, eh?

Anyway, not that long ago, we had an assembly. It was... crap. There was singing, talking, reading-out-loud, more singing, some more singing, and a nice little speech from Mr Ap. Oh, joy.

In case you didn't notice, those last couple of sentences were riddled with sarcasm. Sense it, damn you! Yeah.

Mr Ap's speech was... not very interesting. All he told us was what they tell us at the end of every term: Our school is the best school. Our teachers are the best teachers. Our classes are the best classes. We are the best behaved students out of all the schools. Oh, please. I think now would be a good time to try out the unimpressed face: -.-

Not only did we have to stand (yes, stand!) through a 45minute assembly ma jigg, but we had to, in Mr Ap's words, "Worship Jesus and the Lord." Erm, no. Apparently, his idea of worshipping is badly singing a very bad song, so when the whole school was singing, guess what I did. I stayed silent! Mmmhm, I refused to sing. Mainly because I don't like singing, but also because I refuse to be forced into worshipping a non-existent deity!

Also, would it kill the school to get some tidy keyboards? These ones are so clunky - my keyboard at home is nice and flat, and all the buttons are pretty flat against the surface, so it makes for easier typing. On this thing, I keep making millions of mistakes because the buttons are further apart than I'm used to, so I press the wrong button. Argh.

Ah yes, about the title. The first "choir" that came on during the assembly was rather awful, and everyone was very... small. Stupid little year seven brats! I don't like them. So, as the To Do list written on the back of my hand says, we must "Destroy the choir." Join me!

Ooh, Twilight tomorrow! Yay! I've got my ticket already - my mother drove me to the cinema last night so that I could get one. She didn't want to buy a ticket online because her credit card is a bit foofy. So she drove me down, and I bought two tickets. I thought there'd be someone without a ticket, so I bought a spare. As it turns out, Priya didn't have a ticket so she bought the spare one off me. So now most of us can go! Yay!

Go Jasper!

Also, I'm sixteen now. Yay! Luckily, I can still get away with buying kids' tickets, so it's still cheap for me. I can probably get away with it because I both act, and talk like a child. Cool, eh?

Ciao! I've some surfin' to do. (:

... stupid keyboard... *angry mumbles*

Ah, crap

2008-12-14T19:43:00.004Z

Guess what I've gone and done? Broken my phone, that's what. I was in Cardiff playing with my phone, and then I dropped it. Woops. The screen is broken, so I can only see less than a centimetre of it at the bottom of the screen. So texting is out of the question, as is receiving texts.

So yeah. I can only call people now. Quite annoying, but I think I can cope for a week - then I can go get a new phone with my birthday money. =D Can anyone suggest a good phone, pay as you go, on a good network? I want network with cheap texts, and relatively cheap calls. (:

So yeah, that's my yesterday. Fun, eh?

Now I've got to go reduce my research for Welsh. (:

Toodles!

Oh dear, oh dear...

2008-12-13T01:58:00.003Z

I really need a taste in music. Honestly, I'm listening to a song about poo at the moment. Curiously, this song about poo is the only thing that kept me sane when I was on the plane going to Mexico. Weird, eh? I listened to it on repeat, so by now I know all the words. Behold, I shall type them from memory. Iwan - you believe me that I know all the words, don't you? I sing the song to you in Biology sometimes. :)

Behold:

"Everything that lives on Earth
poos in some way,
that's how the cycle happens
each and every day.
Just look at the green, green grass
and the birds up in the sky,
it's all here because of poo
and now I'll tell you why:

Grass is eaten by the cattle
which is eaten by women and men
it fuses with their bodies
and becomes poo again.
The poo goes through the sewers,
where it's dumped into the sea
and it's eaten by the plankton
and becomes the fish's meal.

And when that bigger fish with the poo still inside,
swims up near the shore and gets eaten alive
by a grizzly bear that poos on a dead piece of sand
so it can spring to life, and become food for the land!

It's the poo of the antelope,
the poo of the giraffe
it falls onto the Earth
and becomes the blades of grass.
The grass is eaten by the cattle,
which comes out the other end,
to make food for the humans
and turns back to poo again...

*Hanky and Cornwallice talk a bit*

I think I see now...

I'm the poo of the antelope
that flows onto the ground
becomes the grass of tomorrow,
that the grazers turn around,
So I'm the leg of the leopard,
and the wings of the hen
which becomes dinner for the humans
and turns back to poo again.

That's the cycle, the cycle of poo!"

Here's the song. It was on South Park.

I couldn't find the proper video, so this is an AMV that someone made. It's still the same song, though. :)

I leave you with this advice:

If life sucks, don't kill yourself. Because if you do, you'll think "Crap. Shouldn't have killed myself."

:)

And a video I thought was funny. From those nice people at MadTV - you know the ones who did the Shakira spoof and the Project Runway spoof? Those people.

It's Time

2008-12-12T15:18:00.005Z

That's the title of my exam story, by the way. It took me a while to copy out, but here it is.

It's Time

He hoped he would have the strength to do what was right. But he couldn’t; it was his best friend! How could a boy do this to someone so dear to him? There had to be another way.

Alex, you see, was a time traveler, who also possessed the rather handy ability to transport himself instantly to wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, by teleportation. Or as he liked to call it, zapping. Alex always did have an odd mind.

Although possibly one of the cleverest people in the Northern Hemisphere, Alex was now faced with a problem, and quite a big problem at that.

As all stories go, Alex, the sixteen year old time-traveling zapper, had a girlfriend. A pretty, funny and exciting girl whom Alex had had a crush on for as long as he could remember; so he’d finally plucked up the courage to ask her out. Alex being a handsome, charming young man was met with an excited “Yes!”

But inevitably, the zapper couldn’t live happily with his girlfriend, and she was promptly kidnapped by a rather cliché villain, who just happened to be Alex’s best friend, Matthew. Matthew (or M as he now liked to be called) was the jealous type, and had always secretly loved Alex. Yes, in that way. So when he found out that his best friend and his next door neighbour were going out with each other, what was a slightly insane gay guy to do?

As I’ve already said, he was to kidnap the girl.

Alex pondered his problem, and wondered what he could do about it. Nothing seemed to be the right thing to do, but he had to do something or else he might lose everything.

Having given it some thought, Alex decided to act. So he zapped to M’s supposedly secret lair, and said, “Hi!”
At which point, M jumped into the air with a little squeal of shock. “How did you get past my defences?!” M asked, clearly outraged.
“Duh, zapper remember?” Alex replied.
“Of course I remember, I remember everything about you.” M answered, looking away from Alex, and beginning to feel the effects of extreme nervousness.
“Err... what? Why do you remember everything about me?” Alex inquired, a look of bewilderment upon his face.
“Because- because-” M sighed, and looked down at the floor.
“Matthew, “ Alex said, laying his hand on M’s shoulder. (M gave a small shudder of excitement.) “what is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.” Alex said reassuringly.
“Well err... okay. I- I-” He sighed again. “I love you, Alex. And not just as a friend, as something more.” M couldn’t believe what was happening — why on Earth was he telling Alex this?
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I don’t swing that way. I like girls.” Alex said softly, trying not to hurt M’s feelings.
“As I thought.” M mumbled miserably. “Well, feel free to leave whenever you want. The girl’s in a cell downstairs.” M added.
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” Alex thanked him. He gave M the hug he was obviously burningly desiring, and then he proceeded to zap downstairs. He rescued Sue, zapped back to his flat, and once again pondered his problem.

He’d lost his mother’s ring and was panicking. Should he just get a new one, or confess to his mother?
“Oh, Alex - I found this earlier.” Came Sue’s voice from the kitchen. She appeared then in the doorway, holding a small silver ring in her hand. “I nearly stepped on it this morning when I got out of bed.”
“My mother’s ring! You found it!” Alex exclaimed in excitement. He hugged Sue with all his might, and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

And so, Sue was rescued, the problem was solved, and M was left to wallow in his own misery. A great ending, don’t you think?

- - - - - - - - - - - -

That's the end, by the way. What did you think? I didn't change anything of it whilst typing it out. I think I might have changed the name of the girl, but that's it. Happy reading!

About that thing...

2008-12-12T13:49:00.003Z

"What thing?" I hear you ask. Well, there is no 'thing' — I just couldn't think of a title.

I was super chuffed the other day. I had some of my exams back - English, Spanish, and Maths. I don't mean to brag or anything, because that would make me sound like a stuck-up self-centered bastard. Which I don't intend on being.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was super chuffed. I got an A in English paper 1, and paper 2. Celebrate! Miss Myhre didn't say anything about my story, other than the fact that it's 'very random'. So, erm, woo.

I had my maths back as well. I would have been really happy if I'd have got at least 80%. But I got 75% in paper 1, and 74% in paper 2. Giving an average score of 74.5 % across the two papers. Which for me, isn't half bad.

Oh yeah, the Spanish thing. Well, I thought I did awful in the Spanish exam. It was short, but it was quite difficult. Luckily, I got a B overall. Which is good.

My story for English was quite random though. I'll copy it out onto the computer, and so I'll shove it on here. I think some people want to read it anyway. Stay tuned!

News, everyone!

2008-12-09T22:22:00.003Z

Lately, I've been getting bored. So what better way to quench one's boredom than with a good dose of comedy? The answer: there isn't a better way.

My favourite comedian at the moment would have to be Bill Bailey. Honest to God, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.

A clip:

Luckily, someone was nice enough to make a copy of the original YouTube clip so that it's possible to embed it. Cool, eh?

The other clip I like is the Doctor Who one. Unfortunately, I can't embed it because the person who uploaded the video to YouTube has embedding 'disabled by request'. So I'm afraid all I can do is offer a link to the video. Click here to see it. Please click the links, they're really funny.

Another one of my favourites is the one about piano action films. Click here to see it.

Finally, this one. It's about the Magic Roundabout:

I like Bill Bailey. I've already ordered two of his DVDs; one for my birthday and one for Christmas - Part Troll and Tinselworm.

Other comedians I like are:

I've put links to clips of each of them on YouTube. Have fun, and you should be thankful I put so much effort into finding the clips and adding links. It's not exactly the simplest thing to do, you know. It takes time.

I don't believe it!

2008-12-09T17:03:00.004Z

That's what the guy who plays Gaius in Merlin says in the other show he was in. I think it's called One Foot in the Grave or something.

Anyway, I've something to blog about. It's nothing.

People say that nothing is nothing, where in fact... it's something. Because we've taken 'nothing' and deemed it as such, it has become something. Because if nothing were nothing, it wouldn't be nothing - it simply wouldn't be. It wouldn't exist, so it wouldn't be called 'nothing', because there would be no such thing as nothing. See what I mean?

I've been quite busy, you know. I built my new bed. I sorted my wardrobe out, so I can now fit all my games and books and DVDs in it. I've got way too many books. I can never bring myself to throw them out, so my collection seems to be growing, and growing, and growing. I haven't read a good book in ages, apart from the one I'm reading now. Well, I started reading Harry Potter 7 again, and that was really good. But I've started reading Twilight. It's really good, and quite funny. I'd recommend it.

Toodles!

OMG, I haven't blogged since like, Friday

2008-12-02T19:26:00.004Z

I know! Awful, isn't it? It's been about... *counts slowly* 3 or 4 days since my last post! I think I'm going to die.

Anyway, moving on. Welcome to the start of December. Albeit a bit of a late welcome, but a welcome all the same, aye? So how's December working out for everyone? Nice and cold for you all?

It's cold enough for me. Even though you'll probably find me complaining about the cold, I actually quite like it. It's better than that bloody summer (if you can call that drisly few months we had 'summer') we had. Cold is good. As is early darkness. Fun fun fun.

But the exams continue! Fear not though, we're on our options now. Graphics and Art for me tomorrow, and then IT and Spanish on Thursday. And what have we got to look forward to at the end of the week? Oh yes, that's right: Science. All bloomin' day. How nice of them to give us a nice end of the exam week, eh?

As y'all know, we had maths and English today. Maths was okay, I think; it could have gone better, but it could have gone a lot worse as well. Luckily, it went okay. The one question though, with the cubes... I was confused with that. I was just staring at it for ages. I finished early again, so I wasn't wasting any time by staring at it.

Oh yeah, I haven't told you about yesterday, have I? Well maths paper 1 was supposed to be a two-hour paper. How long did it take to complete? Forty minutes. So how the hell did the exam board work out that it should take us 2 hours to do that? It's no wonder so many people got As in their maths GCSEs. Pah.

Saying that, I've probably done really badly. I know I have in paper two, but... yeah...

Because I finished my paper early, I didn't know what to do with myself. I went over the paper a few times. Got bored. Stared at the clock for a while... Got bored. So then I found something really interesting to do; you know those wooden panels on the wall in the gym? Well I was wondering, are they mass-produced like that, or are the patterns on them randomly occuring during the milling process? Turns out, it's random. I checked. All of them. And none of them match; therefore, random. Mmkay?

We also had the Welsh yesterday, didn't we? That was okay. I finished on time, but my story was a bit strange... I did the story, obviously. But... there was this kid, and he ripped this guys neck open with his teeth. Yeah, most of my Welsh and English stories are like that. Quite strange, really.

A list of my stories from exams I've done in the past:

The Gift
A story about a girl who kills a load of CHAVs with a magical amulet she was given as a gift. See? It ties in with the title.

There was a welsh story that I can't remember the title of. It was about a guy trapped on a red island, surrounded by a sea that was so still, it looked like a mirror. Might have been metal, not sure. Anyway, the guy jumps into a hole and ends up back home. Fun.

Another Welsh one, where two people are on a bus (Taith ar Fws), and the driver actually turns out to be a demon. He takes them to another world, and the girl dies. The grass is orange, the sky is green. The bus gets to the other world by driving over a broken bridge at a very high speed. Flash. Other world. Simple, aye?

I've already said about my English story I did the other day... it was about a guy called Alex who can teleport. You've got to read the story to make sense of it. Too hard to explain.

An English story that told the tale of three people on a journey (the title was Journey) to find an artifact in Egypt. They find the artifact, only to have it explode, killing them all.

I can't remember any of my other ones at the moment, but they'll come back to me in time.

Has anyone seen Kyle XY? It's funny, and really random. I suggest you watch. Monday nights, 8 o'clock, Living. It's super good.

I should go revise...

I'd like a word...

2008-11-28T21:41:00.002Z

Quite literally, a word. See, there's this new word being spread about. It's falserum. No, I'm not talking about a false alcoholic beverage, I'm talking about Bethan's new word.

It means 'false truth'. As in, saying something you think is true, where in fact it's a lie. I would explain, but I can't think of an example at the moment. Ask Bethan, I'm sure she'll be happy to explain.

Join the falserum campaign!

Woop! First day over

2008-11-28T19:38:00.006Z

As is made clear from the title, the first day of exams is over! Yay! Now there's just the other four, and the day of doing science stuff. How fun.

English was okay, I think. I actually finished the exam in time! That's a first. I'm not sure how well I did on the questions, I'm very sure I failed on the descriptive, and I need to talk to Miss Myhre about my story. She might think I was taking the piss by writing that story — it's a bit odd, see. I need to tell her that it's how I intended it to be.

The last paragraph of the story went:

And so Alex rescued the girl, solved his problem, and M was left to wallow in his own misery. A good ending, don't you think?

That's why I need to see Miss Myhre. Haha, she might think that the whole thing was a joke, where in fact, I tried to make it a bit weird, and slightly funny. I'm not very good at funny though. Woops.

Welsh Literature went swimmingly. I did the right thing by learning Englynion Coffa; the question went, "Choose your favourite poem under the theme of war." The other questions then were to write about the language techniques and stuff. Which is good, because Englynion Coffa is full of them. Not only that, but I understand Englynion Coffa better than the other poems. So it all worked out pretty well in the end.

But then came Section B. The novel. That was an epic failure; I'm not very good at the novel questions in the first place, and it didn't help with people doing fucking aerobics next door. "One! Two! Three! Four!" said the teacher woman, whilst clapping her hands and playing loud music. How fucking annoying is that? Surely we can't be expected to do an exam when there are girls screaming in the room next door, and then the teacher's playing music really loudly and clapping and shouting. As soon as I paid attention to it, I lost all concentration. So... section B was an epic fail. Frig.

But never mind, eh? The exam doesn't count for anything, so it's all good.

Ah well, I've got maths to revise this weekend. I hope I do well in maths.... I quite like maths. Hate the teacher though.

Revision, exam, revision, exam

2008-11-27T21:34:00.002Z

That's right, as you all know, the exams are upon us once again. How very depressing. I've got a Welsh Literature exam tomorrow, and I'm not looking forward to it. I can see it being long.

Not only that, but I've only learnt one of the poems. Oops! Ah well, at least it's the one we're most likely to have questions on; it's the Englynion Coffa Hedd Wyn one. I remember it all except the last verse, which I must revise in a minute.

My wrist is hurting though. Because the best way I can learn poems is if I write them out, and with the poems I keep writing it out until it sticks in my mind and until I can say the poem out loud without looking at the poem. Unfortunately, I've been doing that since about half past five, so I've been writing for about four hours. Which is super crippling to the wristy bits.

But never mind, I've got an English exam in the morning, so I'll use the time before it to revise for Welsh a bit more. Clever, eh? I want to learn the last englyn in Hedd Wyn thing, and Er Cof Am Kelly. And then tomorrow I'll learn the table thing Mrs Roberts gave us to revise the poems. There is no way I'm learning Coed off by heart. Fook dat idea. Haha.

Exams I don't mind are Spanish, English, Maths, IT, and Graphics. Ones I'm not looking forward to at all are Welsh and Art. Science ones in January don't look to be very exciting either. Ehh, 'twill be fine.

I'd best be off. Poems to learn, etc.

Happy revision!
(Chill time tomorrow night. Woo! Friday nights are awesome.)

Yet again, he acts an idiot

2008-11-26T16:33:00.004Z

Well, I've had an interesting day to say the least. As y'all know, I still apparently can't do gym, so I asked Mr Davies if I could go to the Computer Room instead, to catch up on work. I couldn't find Mr Wicks to ask him if I could go in there, but I thought that since Mr Davies said it's okay, that I was allowed in. So I sat down, logged in, opened my work.

At which point, Mrs Mathias walks in with her troupe of sixth formers. The conversation went a little like this (translated, because I can't be bothered to type in Welsh):
"Oi, what're you doing in the corner over there?"
"Doing Welsh work."
"Why are you in here, then?"
"I can't do gym because of my leg, so I came here to do work instead."
"Who said you can come here? You do know that you can't come in here without a teacher's permission."
"Well I couldn't find Mr Wicks, but Mr Davies said that I can come in here to do work."
"Hm. What's your name?"
"Scott Jones."
"Okay, carry on then."

But she said the last sentence in an evil way, and she kept on giving me evils all through the lesson.

After that was break, where Doc Mog found it necessary to talk to us about chemistry, plastic, and revision. Then I went to Welsh, and we were doing stuff about poems. It was super interesting. Yeah, okay. I gave my Ymsons in though! Yay! And she said "Fab." when I told her that I've finally finished the last one. She read over it and checked the language, and then said that it's good. So that was a good thing.

Then came dinner time, which was interesting. I think it's best that you don't ask. Haha, it's a long story. But art came afterwards, and you all know how much I love art. If you read my previous post, you'll know that we had to give in 5 pages of research on the locality. I didn't do it, because I thought revising to be more constructive than taking a photo of a street sign with a camera I don't have.

I wasn't the only one not to do the homework - only three people in the whole class gave it in. Mr West being Mr West collected people's homework diaries, and gave us all code 4s. I'm not bothered by that, because, well, who cares about code 4s? He gave everyone's homework diaries back to them, apart from three of us. Me, Tad, and Bethan G (in that order because it rhymes). He didn't give ours back because they were, in his words, "messy and in shambles," and it's "unacceptable" so he's taking our diaries to Mr Davies Head-of-Year.

Now this is odd. Because in my report from last year, Mr Webb said that my homework diary has always been, "neat and organised". His words, not mine. Bearing in mind that he's been my reg teacher since year 7, so he's known me for nearly five years, and he's checked my homework diary nearly every week.

Not only that, but my homework diary has only got homework written in it, and a sheet of paper that was given to us by Mr West to help us with the homework. So how it's messy, I don't bloody know. And I'm sure there are plenty of people in our class with messier homework diaries than us. Hmph.

I wouldn't mind so much, if he'd actually given my homework diary back to me after taking it to Mr Davies. But did he? No.

Another thing; the homework diaries are for us to use, read, and write things in, not the teachers. Fair enough, they can write comments and crap, but it's for our use. We are the ones who need to keep track of homework, so what does it matter if it doesn't make sense to a teacher if it makes perfect sense to the person to whom it belongs? Exactly.

Ah well, if I don't get my diary back tomorrow, I'm going to get rather-very-quite angry. Like a butterfly. Rawr.

On a lighter note, I watched Shark Tale on the bus on the way home from school. It was funny, because loads of people didn't like it. Gutting for them then, eh?

Also, Heroes is on tonight. I've seen it, and it's really good. I suggest you watch it tonight.

Ciao!
x

Could he be any more retaded?

2008-11-24T20:14:00.003Z

I bet you're wondering who I'm talking about. Well I'll tell you now, it's Mr West; he's a complete and utter moron. He's given us homework, two pieces in fact, to be in this week.

The first is research. "Bring 5 pages of research on your locality." 5 pages? For crying out loud, I've already done nine last year! It's got to be about your locality, so mine would be Abertridwr. If you've ever been to Abertridwr, you'll know that there's really nothing here other than a few shops, and quite an interesting bus stop. Oh yes, the bus stop is the highlight of Abertridwr.

Honestly though, all the interesting things in Abertridwr and Senghenydd have already been documented in my book. There really is nothing else to do; I can hardly go out and take MORE photos of the same things because a) that'd be pointless and b) I no longer have a camera. It broke.

So that's the first piece. The second piece is more annoying. We had to take in... a box. Not just any box though, it had to have an "interesting design". Essentially, we had to take something like a cereal box, only smaller. He showed us an example last week; a biscuit box, I think, that had holes in it. He said that this box was "particularly interesting," because it "has holes in it." Yes, okay Mr Crazy Person. I was half expecting him to say, "and these flaps are just fascinating!" By the way, the word 'flaps' refers to the flaps on the box, not a part "downstairs", so to speak.

The really annoying thing is that these pieces of homework had to / have to be in this week. Now don't get me wrong, I would usually do my art homework. But not when we've got exams on Friday and all next week. I mean, is he completely crazy? By the time we get home from school, it's essentially dark. So he wants us to go outside, in the dark (they don't put the streetlamps on in Aber anymore, either. My guess is that the council are trying to save money) and in the wet, and in the cold, to take a photo of a bloody roadsign.

I think I'd much prefer to revise for exams. They say that GCSEs are "the most important exams we'll ever sit." Although the exams coming up are not proper GCSEs, they are mocks. And, I believe, some of these mocks will be judging what tier paper we do for the proper GCSEs. So which would you rather do: go out and take photos of roadsigns, or revise for what are apparently the most important exams of our lives? I think I'd prefer revision, thank you very much.

And for that reason, I'm not doing my homework. Fair enough, I might take a box in; it'll only take a quick browse through the cupboard to find a box. But there is no way I'm wasting my time doing art research that was done over a year ago, when there are bloody exams to revise for! So there.

On another note, I have Stephen Fry's Podcasts. Which he calls, Stephen Fry's PODGRAMS. Cool, eh?

I'm tired

2008-11-23T15:10:00.003Z

Yes, I'm tired. Because, well, because I'm tired. Duh.

I should revise, but I don't really want to. Maybe I'll just learn one of the poems for Welsh. But it's like, all long and stuff. Not to mention MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING. Ffwffan mewn ffyffti ffaffl mewn ffwdan!

Yeah. That was me expressing my annoyance using random Welsh-esque phrases. Woo! Go me.

Erm.. oh! Did I ever tell you people about when I was in Mexico? I don't think I did; I think I went before I started blogging. So I think I might tell you now.

I went to Mexico in May '07 for someone's wedding. I don't like weddings, so that wasn't exactly the highlight of the holiday. Anyway, we went to this nature park thing, and there was all like, animal things. But when we were outside, I was eating a cracker (go me). And there was this iguana, sitting on a rock, looking at my cracker. It looked jealous, so I thought, "Ooh, I know, I'll give the iguana some of my cracker." So I did. Instead of the iguana biting the cracker, it bit my finger. And it was all bleeding and stuff. I called the iguana a bitch. And now I've got a scar on my finger. Fun fun fun!

On the same finger, but on the other hand, I've got a scar where I cut myself. I didn't cut myself intentionally; I was making an apple crumble and when I was cutting the apples, I sort of... slipped. Haha. Ouch.

Happy revising to you all!

Devil May Cry 4 — it's good

2008-11-22T16:59:00.005Z

As few people know, I went to Caerphilly yesterday to buy some games. And buy games, I did! I bought a total of 5 games; I think I got a bit excited. I used the €uros I had left from Belgium to buy the games... but I had to change them first. So I went to the Post Office in WHSmiths, but there was no one at the money-changing place, and the queue for the normal Post Office bit was HUGE. So I though, "Ooh, I know; I'll go to the travel agents that's just down by there."

So I went there, and I asked the woman if I could change my moneys into £pounds please, and she said "Yeah, of course, love." As they do. You know what they're like; a bit odd, slightly crazy, and far too talkative for their own good. With a bit of friendly mixed in. But the woman behind the counter... I dunno why, but she was giving me funny looks. As if I was some sort of bank robber or something. And I am so not the type to rob a bank. For one thing, it involves too much effort. I'd employ someone to do it for me. Oh yes, I've planned these things. =P

After changing my moneys, I went to Gamestation. I had a game or two in mind, so I looked for them first. I found Devil May Cry 4 first, and then I found Crackdown. I saw another game that looked fun as well; Bullet Witch. So I got that as well.

Bullet Witch and Crackdown were part of the 4 for £20 deal, so I was then burdened with the task of finding two other games that were part of the deal. Otherwise I'd have lost out on the chance for two free games. Essentially. Anyway, these other two games seemed non-existent; there was a war game, a football game, a game that was rated 18, so I couldn't get it... another football game. And so on. So I ended up having to get the only other games I could find; Kameo: Elements of Power, and Chrome Hounds. Both of which, are rather fantastically shite.

Bullet Witch is great fun. Pushing vans into people with Willpower; creating Ancient Walls at the last possible moment to take the blast of a missile that's fired at you from a tank; casting a spell on your Gunrod to make the bullets make your enemies catch fire; calling down HUGE bolts of lightning from the sky to blow up petrol stations; throwing a rose at enemies that makes spears come up from the ground and impale the enemies; calling a load of Ravens to attack a group of enemies, giving you a chance to escape. It's quite fun, as you can imagine. And the best bit? You never run out of ammo! Because you get your ammo from the 'dead souls of your enemies', it just takes a tiny bit of your magic when you reload. And that magic will quickly regenerate, so it's all good. ;)

But what I really wanted to talk about, was Devil May Cry 4 (henceforth, DMC4). You play as Nero, a guy who really doesn't like demons. But he's got a Demon Arm. Which he uses to great effect; throwing enemies around and slamming them into the ground has never been so much fun! And then there's his super awesome sword. You can charge the sword, using its "fuel injection system" which "gives the next attack more force and speed than ordinary attacks." That's really fun. Especially after you've defeated the first boss — your sword then sets things on fire when you use the fuel injection thingy. Fun.

I like the puzzles too. Though I haven't come across many, and they haven't been very difficult, I've played the other games in the series; so I know what's to come. ;)

So DMC4 and Bullet Witch are the best ones I've bought. They're super cool, super awesome, and killing things is fun.

Now if you'll excuse me, Merlin's on soon, and I haven't eaten all day. So I'm getting something to eat, and then watching Merlin. I suggest you do the same. =]

Also, I've never thanked you people (yes, I'm talking to you). So erm... thanks for reading! Honestly, if no one reads, I don't blog. I've got another two blogs that are private, but I don't write to them because no one can read them. So I stick to this one. ;) Thank you all! xx

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

2008-11-22T01:58:00.001Z

Look! Harry Potter 6 - the movie. It looks AMAZING. I wanna see it!! Call me a geek, but ehh. I like Harry Potter. It's good. =]

That is all.

Beginnings, endings, beginnings, endings, etc.

2008-11-21T23:22:00.004Z

This is in no way similar to Ryan's latest post. Just so you know.

Beginnings. They happen. As do endings. And just when you think it's all over, it starts all over again.

Now, this can be a good thing or a bad thing. More often than not, it's a BAD thing. But who am I to complain? The answer: I'm the one with the blog, dammit! So 'ave tha'! Sorry.

Anyway, your timeline may go something like this:

Beginning —— End —— Another beginning, same as the previous one ——End —— and so on.

Good or bad? I don't know; I'm not that familiar with your lives, but what I can say, is this; be warned. Things come back. Like ghosts. Or vampires. Or dead people, if you don't kill them properly. Remember; zombies die with a shot to the head! Destroy the brain!

I wish you all a happy survival, and I leave you with this quite familiar quote:
"I want to play a game..."

Where have all the entertaining things gone?

2008-11-21T22:51:00.003Z

Just like that song doesn't go, I'm wondering where "all the entertaining things have gone..." And so on. I'm really bored, see.

I've been on YouTube. I've been on Answers. I've been on Bebo and Facebook. But I'm still bored. Mleeh. And I can't reach my headphones; they're like, a meter away. =(

Ah well. Maybe I'll go kidnap someone's fridge. =)

Fun!

Leave me alone!

2008-11-20T18:52:00.003Z

No, not you lot — my teachers. They're all trying to get me to take their subjects for A-Level. But I don't wanna!

See, it all started about a week or two ago, when Mr Webb (as I've said before, he's less commonly known as Mr Whebb - with emphasis on the 'h') addressed the whole class and told us that Physics is a good subject to take. Why's it a good subject to take? Because APPARENTLY, there are loads of jobs where you need a degree (or whatever) in Physics. Such as... being a physicist. Or maybe someone who fits prosthetic limbs. I don't know of anyone who would want to fit prosthetic limbs or a living, but you know. People are free to do what they please. Within reason.

Back to the story; on Tuesday I hung back in Welsh to ask about my coursework — I wanted to know if it was okay for me to do my fourth ymson in the way I wanted to. Never mind. Anyway, she asked if I'm considering doing A-Level Welsh. I said that I didn't know. And then she asked what I'm taking for A-Level; I said that I didn't know. And then she said that I should consider taking Welsh because it's a useful subject to have, and that I'd enjoy it. Uh-huh..

A couple of days before that, Miss Myhre said that I should consider doing journalism. Which... I don't think I'd enjoy. Haha. But I think she asked if I wanted to do A-Level in English, as well.

And today, Mrs Richardson (football head) said that I'm good at writing, and that I should consider doing Spanish A-Level. Because, and I quote, "It's always good to have a language, and I think you'd enjoy it." Yeah... okay...

So... yeah. It's pretty annoying. Haha. The only thing I think I want to do for A-Level is Maths. But that's a maybe. For now.

Also, I've got a headache — I've had it all day, and it won't go away. If it doesn't go away sometime soon, I'll have to threaten it with a screwdriver. And if that doesn't work, I'll set into motion my ingenious plan to take over the world! Mwahahahaha. But that doesn't necessarily mean that my headache will go away. Poop.

"Dont worry Hermione, I'll get rid of it; CHLAMYDIA DISSAPPEARO!"

Time for a video or two, me thinks!

But before that, I need to talk to y'all about this randomer who added me on MSN. He was telling me about conspiracies. Now, I'm fairly open-minded - but when someone tries to tell me that the government is run by aliens, I think that's taking it a bit far. Not only that, but the only evidence he had was a video on YouTube. What a noob.

Okay, now it's time for the videos.

And then there's the infamous Achmed the Dead Terrorist. Because he's cool.

And now it's time for me to go. Ciao!

Brain? Huh?

2008-11-17T17:02:00.004Z

Never mind the title; I couldn't think of anything. Anyway, it's been like, a few days since I last blogged. I know, it's shocking. But I have returned. So all's good.

Since the last post, I've been to Belgium. It was fun. Well, it had its shitty parts - but doesn't every trip? Let's start with the bus. I don't know who these buses are meant for, but it's definitely not humans. Not grown humans, anyway. See, it's as if they've built the seat big enough to accommodate you, only an inch too small on all sides. So for the whole trip, I had the metal footrest of the seat in front stuck in my knees. There was no where to put my arm because I was sat where there's a column in the window. The seats were VERY uncomfortable, and there was barely enough room under the seat for my bag. See, the overhead storage was only meant for the baggage of the mystical little people the bus was built for. Not human luggage.

I tried to get some sleep on the bus. I didn't get much of it; there was no room to lean back, nor to lean forward. And for the most part of the trip, our seats wouldn't recline. After a while, I got annoyed and angrily tugged on the lever. After that, my seat reclined. Woo! (It didn't matter for Cerys and Myf who were sat behind me and Dan because they were sat by the Fire Exit, so they had loads of room. Lucky buggers. =P)

When I woke up, my hair was stuck to the velcro on the seat in front. I was like, "Wtf?!"

Ferry was fun. Room to walk, quiet to talk, and a nice games arcade to play Time Crisis II. Ahhhh....

But then we were back on the bus. Fun. It took us to Hill 62, which is one of the trenches from the war. I walked through it with my wellies on. Yes, I'm that cool.

Now, in the trench, it was like walking through one huge puddle. You can't see where the floor dips or anything. My luck being my luck, there were pot-hole type things in the trench. And my luck being my luck, my foot went straight into it. But oh no, not just the one, but another. And another. Totaling three holes my foot went down. Which left my jeans in a rather muddy state.

Following that, we went to the graveyard. That was the depressing bit. The teachers told us to notice the age of the soldiers written on the headstones. 19, 21, 18, 24, 32. 18year-olds died in WWI. That's a mere three years older than me; and only two years older than some of you. He was just a kid.

And then there's the 32 year old guy. He probably had a family; Wife, kids. Pets, even.

The worst of all were the 'unidentified' graves. All it said on them was,

"A SOLDIER OF THE GREAT WAR

KNOWN UNTO GOD"

Can you imagine how much grief the families must have felt? Not even knowing where their children, husbands, fathers, were buried. That's if they were buried at all; they couldn't find the bodies of some of the people. Which is even worse.

After Iwan and Josh finished reading Englynion Coffa Hedd Wyn at Hedd's grave, a little cross with a poppy on it was placed onto it. After that, we were free to walk around the graveyard and look at the people's graves. I counted in one row; there were 50 graves to a row. About 20 of them were unidentified. If they were lucky, they knew what 'uniform regiment' they were in.

I know it's depressing, but I needed to blog about it. It's just one of those things. Not being one to leave you on a rather depressing note, I think I'll tell you about the chocolate shop. We went to the town in the morning to get breakfast. I think the town was called Ypres (pronounced "Eeps", apparently), and it was FULL of chocolate shops. We passed the one, and it had a special deal on because our school goes there every year. The woman said "You are Cwm Rhymni?" After some people said yes, she beckoned them inside. When I passed, she asked "You are Cwm Rhymni also?" I confirmed. She then said, "Come, come inside. We sell you chocolate." At which point, I ran away. Literally ran. You know on Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? There's a guy with a candy cart and he steals children? I felt like she was the candy man, and that she was trying to kidnap me.

But I went back later on though. I wanted chocolate (who doesn't?). The guy there was cool. He referred to us as "the Welsh ones." Probably couldn't pronounce our school's name. =P
Anyway, he said "You get de milk-a bar, you get de box of chocolates, and you get two gifts from de wall." He continued, "If you get two deal, you get tree gifts from de wall." (It's written in his accent. It's not me making spelling mistakes, I swear!

So I bought chocolate. And then I bought ice cream. It was big, and it was chocolatey. Mmm... In all, 'twas a good trip. =]

I have some pictures that I might upload later if I can be bothered.

Have fun y'all!

Guess what I'ma blog about? Go on, guess.

2008-11-12T18:26:00.005Z

Well. Have I got quite a funny story for you.

Last Friday, I didn't do my maths paper one. I told Miss Tomos that I'll give it in to her on Monday, when I give paper two in to her. I told her I forgot paper one, you see. I said that it wasn't in my file, when I was sure I put it in there.

Anyway, on Monday I had to go see Mr Gravell. I didn't know why; all I knew was that I was supposed to go to his office at lunch time. So I did. And it was about maths; even though I'd told her that I was going to give it to her on Monday, she gave my name to Mr Gravell and I had to go see him. Obviously, he didn't say much. Because I'd actually done the work, so there was nothing really he could say, was there?

So after dinner, I had Maths. I gave her my paper one, and my paper two. What did she say then? She said, "Oh Scott, I thought you'd give your maths paper in." She said it in a mocking way, as if referring to my little meeting with Mr Gravell. I replied; "Yes, after I said on Friday that I'd give them in today." At which point, she exhaled through her nostrils. In that way she does it, that makes her look like a hippo. Yup.

What a rem.

On a slightly different note, Iwan, Thomas and I have come to a conclusion; Miss Tomos is either a) a Lesbian or b) a transexual. Who still has her jiggly bits downstairs.

Yeah. The things that come to light in maths, eh?

Oh yeah! There are some cheeky slags on my bus. There's this one girl who pushed past everyone yesterday when we were in the bus shelter thing. She said "Move." Now to me, that's really rude. I replied; "There are two to three words that can be used for what you want. There's 'excuse' and 'me'. With the optional 'please'. " Oh did I get an evil look. Ah well. They should learn some manners! And whilst they're there, a larger vocabulary. Outside of the words, "fuck", "shit", "twat" or "bastard". Oh, and we mustn't forget "cunt"!

Another person who has once again made me laugh at them is Mark Thoirs. Remember him? He was in one of my first ever blog posts. Anyway, earlier today he pushed passed us. Saying, with his unique range of vocabulary, "Move." Once again, I replied; "I can hardly move into a metal bench, can I?" He tried to push past then. Or more specifically, he tried to push passed me. Have you tried to push passed me? I'm not an easy one to move. So he had no luck there. Ha.

After that, when he finally got to his so-called friends, he said "I'm gonna 'it 'im one day." At which point, I said to my friends, "Yes, 'one day' being the operative part of that sentence. 'One day' in his non-existent future. Non-existent because he's going to die on Saturday." "How's he going to die?" I was asked. I replied; "He's going to be run over by a bus. There's this guy... and he owes me a favour..." Fun fun fun.

So.... that's it for now. I've got to go do food. Bye!

P.S. Belg tomorrow! Yay! Fun fun fun fun fun fun!! =]

50th post!!

2008-11-08T22:32:00.003Z

As the title plainly states, this is my 50th post! Woo! Celebrate... somehow.... with cake?

I've got nothing special to blog about, so I'll tell you about my weekend. Today I went to Caerphilly with my dad to get him something for his birthday. I got him a rod-rest; he goes fishing a lot see. After that, I went to see my nan. And then I went home with my dad, and went to see my other nan. Who doesn't live that far away. And then I came home and watched Fracture. Which is a great movie.

Fun.

Yay! They're doing a prequel!

2008-11-06T18:21:00.004Z

If you've read my Bebo profile, you'll know that I'm a fan of Dan Brown's books. (For those of you who don't know who he is, he's the dude who wrote The Da Vinci Code.)

I've always preferred Angels and Demons to Da Vinci Code. It's way better. Da Vinci Code was good, but it was a bit too talky; not really enough stuff going on. But A&D is way more action-packed. And there's some interesting science shizzle in it. Not much, just a little bit.

Anyway, they've made it into a movie! I saw a trailer on Yahoo!, so I was super happy. It's like, one of my favourite books. But then again, they ripped Da Vinci Code to shreds.... Poop. Ah well, Da Vinci Code wasn't really the best book to turn into a movie; Angels and Demons is. It's more action-y. Wicked.

Trailer? Oui.

Woo! Also, I know it's a bit late now seeing as the election's over and all... but... Isn't Sara Palin just THE weirdest person you've ever seen? She thought Africa was a country. Ha.

What a waste of time...

2008-11-05T18:55:00.002Z

I've got three subjects' work to do for tomorrow; Spanish, Graphics and Maths.

I thought I'd start with the easiest one, which is Maths. Instead of flying through it, it just took forever. So I can't be fucking arsed with it anymore, so I threw my maths paper across the room. Much better. The questions are fucking retarded though. There was one, and it said "Ann bought a washing machine from one of these two shops. Shop-1 is selling the washing machine for £338 + VAT, at 17.5%. Shop-2 is selling the washing machine for £408.

Ann bought the washing machine from the cheapest shop. Which shop did she buy it from?"

For fuck's sake! Why even bother with that question?! Just fucking ask her what shop she bought it from, and ask her how much she saved. Idiots.

And then there's Spanish. "Write about your work experience." No. Why the hell do I want to write in Spanish? I've already written about work experience on my other blog. If she wants it in Spanish that much, she can translate it. Hmph.

Which leads us to Graphics. I absolutely fucking HATE the subject. I honestly don't know why I took it in the first place. He can burn my file for all I care. Graphics = Pointless.

Ahhhhhhh. That's better. Sorry for all the swearing; I'm super pissed off at the moment. And not just about school stuff; there's other stuff making me want to kill someone. Fireworks, for example. And some other things, which I don't really want to talk about.

On a lighter note, Obama won. Woo.
x

Calling people who read my blog

2008-11-04T21:46:00.002Z

I have a message for you: Hello.

Anyway, to the point. I've started blogging about my work experience if you're interested in reading it. So far, I've only blogged about the Monday. I had a busy week. I'm hoping to be able to write about the Tuesday and the Wednesday on the weekend. I can't do it in the week; it takes too long to write! There's just so much to write about...

If you're interested, click here to read it, or you can click the link on the sidebar.

Ciao!

So far, only one person has read it I think. =[

Scratch that, this one's funnier

2008-11-02T22:14:00.002Z

This one is even funnier than the last. I LOLed. A lot.

Calling people who like to laugh!

2008-11-02T22:08:00.001Z

I've found a funny video of an X-Factor audition. Watch it, it's super funny.

Whoops, I forgot

2008-11-02T00:19:00.003Z

In my last normal post, I said that I would watch Sanctuary and then say whether or not it's better than Fringe. I forgot to say. Woops.

But I've come to a conclusion - Fringe is better. The idea behind Sanctuary is okay, but I can't stand listening to Amanda Tapping's retarded English accent. It drives me around the twist.

And there were people on there called Folders. They could, literally, fold themselves. Quite strange. And they were addicted to a drug that comes from Gold. Huh.

So my conclusion; Fringe is better. =]

Also, I've started blogging about my work experience. So far, I've only written about Monday. I had a lot to write, so I stuck it on another blog. Click here to read about it.

Oh, and I can't be bothered with Quote(s) of the day anymore. Maybe some other time.

Annoyed? Yes. Angry? Very.

2008-10-27T21:46:00.004Z

I'm pissed off. With what, I can't say. But you should know that I'm really pissed off.

People suck. No one in particular, just people in general.

Hmph.

Interesting you should say that, Iwan...

2008-10-26T14:59:00.002Z

I haven't seen Sanctuary yet, so I'll watch it on Monday. Following that, I'll say if it's better than Fringe or not. My guess? It's not going to be better than Fringe. But then again, most things with Amanda Tapping (or Samantha Carter from Stargate SG-1, as she is better known) in it are quite good. I did enjoy Stargate...

I love Stargate. I might watch Series 3 on DVD in a minute. I want to be a Goa'uld! They're so cool; they're like Gods. Seriously, they are like Gods. And they talk in a super cool voice. I'll see if I can find a video on YouTube. I like Anubis. He's got a really funny robe. Haha.

I also want a staff weapon... Like the one Teal'c has got. Ohh, I found a funny of Teal'c.

It's funny because Teal'c hasn't got a sense of humour. He never laughs at anything, nor does he realize when he's being funny. Haha. The best part was where he said, "booby."

I found a video with lots of clips of the Goa'uld. There's no sound for the actual clips, but there is music in the background. It goes well with the video, because the Goa'uld pose as the Egyptian Gods. They're actually alien symbiotes (like little snake things), but because they're so powerful, they came to Earth in the Ancient Egyptian times, and posed as their Gods. So they've got the names; Apophis, Ra, Anubis, Hathor, Imothep, and so on.

Okay, so I couldn't find a clip of someone using a staff weapon, but I found a clip of Episode 1, series one. After watching this, doesn't it make you just want to watch it some more?

Planet Unicorn

2008-10-24T21:12:00.012+01:00

I was on Yahoo! Answers, and there was a link on there to a video on YouTube. It's a very odd video, so I thought I'd share it.

Like I said, very odd. Funny though, yes?

Wow, I've so little to blog about, it's unbelievable. Umm..

Oh yeah, today was quite fun. We didn't do that much in our lessons because there was no one in school. In English we read a story called Monkey's Paw. It was very good; well, I liked it anyway.

In Chem we did some random thing about 'cyfrifo' or something. I was confused. But then we put candles in a pumpkin (pwmpen in Welsh), and waited until they went out. And then we played golf with Doc Mog's putting thing. 'Twas funny.

In physics, Mr Webb wasn't there because he went to the US-of-A with the sixth form people. So we had the evil Mr Rhys (the computer and cover teacher, not Mr Rhys DT). Anyway, me Bethan and Naomi were speaking English (talking about Heroes again I think), so he made us move so that we couldn't talk to each other. Haha. But then I was speaking Welsh, so I turned around and started talking to Catherine. That was really funny. I can't even remember what it was that made me laugh, but I was laughing for ages. And then I laughed some more, and then it was hurting. LMAO. Laughing till it hurts is great fun. =P

Spanish was ehh.

Maths was quite funny. It always is; it's maths. We were drawing wavy lines again. Exciting stuff. ^o)
Ooh! 'Twas funny before we went into the class. Joel said something to Miss Tomos, and then he said, "Fi'n doniol, ydw i?" To which Miss Tomos replied, "Na Joel, dwyt ti ddim." She went on to say that I was laughing at nothing last night (I stayed for maths), and that I wasn't even laughing at him. There was just silence. I laugh at nothing, but not at Joel. Haha. Funny. =P

Heroes is amazing!! People keep telling me how good episode five was. I was just like, "I know! I saw it last week!" =D It was amazing though. Admittedly, a lot did happen, and it was quite hard to take everything in, but it was still the best episode so far. Episode six is even better. Oh yes, I've seen it. I haven't got the patience to watch it on TV, so I watch it on the internet. If I wanted to hang back and watch it with the rest of the UK, it would mean going a WHOLE WEEK without seeing a new episode of Heroes. So that idea's out the window.

But it's okay; I watch it in DivX quality. It's super-cool-fantastic-awesomeness. ^_^

Another TV show I've been watching is Fringe. It's really good (and quite funny, especially the parts with Doc Bishop), but it's hard to explain what it's about. So I'll let Wikipedia do it for me:

Fringe follows the exploits of FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham, scientist Walter Bishop, and his son Peter as they investigate aspects of fringe science (telepathy, levitation, invisibility, reanimation, etc). All over the world, a series of apparent experiments collectively referred to as "the Pattern" (e.g., a newborn baby who became 80 years old in a few hours and dies, etc.) are occurring for reasons unknown. Olivia, Peter, and Walter are in charge of investigating these strange events to determine their source. Connected to the Pattern is a company called Massive Dynamic, which is a leading global research company that holds the patents for a number of new and important technologies.

So yeah. I suggest you watch it; it's on at 9 o'clock Sunday nights on Sky One. I think episode four is on this week. Might be episode five. I'm not really sure. It's good though. =)

So I think that's it for now. I've written quite a bit, haven't I? Considering I didn't have anything to write about, I think I've done quite well. =P

Freaked outedness

2008-10-20T21:08:00.003+01:00

I'm a teensy bit weirded out. My right hand has gone really cold, but my left hand is perfectly fine. Not only that, but I think my fingers are starting to go numb. Haha.

Anyway, about that song I was going to blog about...

Overkill
by Colin Hay.

Wanna listen? Here:

You might recognize it from Scrubs. I like it. It's goooooood. And yes, all those o's were necessary.

I like the lyrics too. They might be wrong, because I got them from a website.

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

Hehe, me likey. =)

Random Quote(s) of the Day:

"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest one of your erogenous zones." -- anon

"Not only is this incomprehensible, but the ink is ugly and the paper is from the wrong kind of tree." -- Profesoor W.

"Q: Do you know what the death rate around here is?
A: One per person."

"I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem." -- ?

"Power corrupts. And atomic power corrupts atomically." -- ?

"Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein." -- Book of Proverbs

"This is the story of the bee
Whose sex is hard to see

You cannot tell the he from the she
But she can tell, and so can he

The little bee is never still
She has no time to take the pill

And that is why, in times like these
There are so many sons of bees." -- ?

Mmm, polony.

2008-10-20T17:54:00.006+01:00

I'm eating a polony sandwich. I was hungry; I hadn't eaten much today.

Anyway, I'm so glad that Mr West isn't the only Art teacher in the school. I've obviously been off school for a few weeks, so I've missed quite a few lessons. While I've been off, the class has been doing little drawings/paintings/whatever of flowers or other nature-related stuff. This work is important, because it's used as a plan for the final piece of work.

But instead of Mr West telling me what I had to do, he just gave me a big piece of paper and told me to do the final piece straight away. Now I'm apparently using pastels for my work, so I need colourful things to draw. Mr West gave me some sort of brown leaf, a dried up bud-type thing that was also brown, and a brown piece of paper to draw it on. Idiot.

What's the foofing point of drawing a brown thing on brown paper? I wanted to talk to him about it today, but he wasn't there. So because I had absolutely NO idea what I was supposed to do, I went to see Mrs Gwyn. However her name's spelled. She told me what I needed to do, and gave me colourful pictures of flowers that I could draw. So I now know what I need to do. Woo!

I also went to see Miss Myhre today about the work I missed. She told me that I need to get my Drug's 'n' Alcohol article in before half term. She said "It doesn't have to be a folio piece. I just need writing on paper. As long as it's discussing drugs and alcohol, and it's on paper, that's all I need. But if you want to make it into a folio piece, then go to town on it." I thought that was quite funny.

Ah yes, Maths. That was... entertaining. We were drawing curvy lines. Rave. And I couldn't stop laughing. I think that was around the time I said that Miss Williams Drama "looks like a pumpkin." 'Twas rather funny. And Miss Tomos killed Frog Pen. =[

I've got to stay after school on Thursday for Maths. Oh the excitement. Nahh, I don't mind maths actually. It's quite cool. ;-)

Ω -- I AM THE RESISTANCE!

Colin Hay is cool. I might blog about one of his songs later. Depends if I can be bothered or not. =P

But now I've got to go write a Drugs and Alcohol article. I lost my original when my computer foofed. =[

Moo?

2008-10-17T20:02:00.005+01:00

A cow comes to mind all of a sudden. Don't know why. It's a bit of a random thought though, a cow. Moo. That's what they say.

I'm bored, so I might write about something. Ooh, I know. I'll write a little Heroes vs. Lost thingy-ma-jigg.

Here goes:

Heroes rules.

Lost sucks.

End of.

Do you all agree? I'm sure you do.

So happy Linderman's back. And I'm happy that Sylar got his powers back in ep1, and has been going a teensy bit crazy. And I'm happy that Noah's up and doing stuff again, rather than being locked up in Level 5.

I was sad when Bob died. =[ I liked Bob; he was cool. And he had a catchphrase, "Call me Bob." I don't think it was meant to be a catchphrase, but it suited him quite well. =P But now he's dead. =[ But all hope is not lost; Angela's on the case. And I think she might even be better than Bob. She's a lot more... as you'd expect the head of The Company to be. Secretive, contriving, you know the drill. Angela's cool. :D

Noah + Sylar = PURE AWESOME.

Hiro is cool too. =]
Because he's Hiro. Obv.

I'm really not sure where I'm going with this..

END.

Random Quote(s) of the Day:
"All I ask of life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance." -- anon

Iwan, you might like this one: "My BBS is baroque now. Please call Bach later with your Handel."

"When in doubt, do what the president does - guess."

"So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple
pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops
its head into the shop. "What! no soap?" So he died, and she very
imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies,
and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top,
and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the
gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots." -- Samuel Foote

"The probability of a piece of bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet." -- anon

"It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle if it is lightly greased." -- Kehlog Albran, "The Profit." [LMAO. Kehlog Albran. Kellog's All Bran. Something tells me that this name's made up...]

x

Damn you, Miss Tomos!

2008-10-17T18:10:00.003+01:00

I'm rather angrified at Miss Tomos. She killed the legendary Frog Pen! Nastiness, nastiness I tell you!

People kept on playing with him and making him croak, so she took him and put him in the bin. So someone got back out of the bin. People carried on playing with him, so she took him and captured him, locking him away in her handbag.

She's Evil. With a capital E.

On another note, 'twas funny earlier. Iwan commented on Miss Tomos's height, and lack thereof. I then said "I know, someone didn't drink their milk when they were younger." Ha. Moo.

Also, Miss Williams Drama really needs some different clothes. Honestly, she looked like she'd been dragged here from the eighties. She was wearing a bright aqua-coloured... something. And a rather strange pair of trousers. Which made her look very odd. She looked like a shrivelled up potato. I mean, what does she think she looks like? She needs to do something about that. She'll be shot or something otherwise.

Ooh! I got my keyring back! Wait, I haven't explained, have I? Well, I've got a laser pen thingy on my keys, and Jordan was playing with it the other day. Of all things to do with it, he shone it at Dr Morgan (or Doc Mog, as I call him). Doc Mog, having seen the laser, stole it off me and told me to go and get it at the end of the day. -.-

Unfortunately, I forgot to go get it on Wednesday, and yesterday I wasn't there at the end of the day. So I went to get it today. =D It was in his cupboard. With his tyre. ^o)

So umm.. yeah. Pretty exciting day.

Oh, and when Aaron and Tori and Priya were putting foil in their hair was super funny. I lolled. More than once. Ha.

CBA with quotes today. Ha. It rhymes.

ahem

2008-10-14T23:40:00.003+01:00

Okay, the last post was quite depressing. So I thought I'd blog about something a bit more.. entertaining.

See, Miss Tomos has definitely got something against me; I'm not joking. Today I was late leaving Welsh because I had to sort some stuff out, so the corridors were more or less empty when I was walking down to the hall at break time.

I saw Miss Tomos walking up the stairs, and she seemed pretty happy - she was smiling. She looked up, saw me, and gave me an evil look. The smile vanished from her face, only to be replaced with a scowl.

Ignoring that, I said, "Helo, Miss Tomos." At which point, she completely ignored me, turned around, and walked off! Cheeky bitch. -.-

So.. that's an entertaining thing that happened in my day. =P

Random Quote of the Day: "I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph." -- Shirley Temple

One more maths-related: "If mathematically you end up with the wrong answer, try multiplying by the page number." -- anon

From now on, I'll have random quotes of the day on every post I write. I hope you find them as funny as I do. =]

x

Moozak!

2008-10-12T02:40:00.004+01:00

After a few arguments with it, I've finally got some music on here. =]

The player is just up there. ^ ^

There are only 10 songs on there and you probably won't like any of them. lol. I like them though. :) So 'ave 'a.

And don't make fun of me because of what I listen to. Lol.

Cheerio.
=]

Moozak?

2008-10-12T01:24:00.003+01:00

This is something new. I'm seeing if I can embed musics on my blog. =]

If it works, you can all have some nice music to listen to.

I hope this worked. =P

Excitement!!

2008-10-03T15:24:00.003+01:00

Guess what, people? Well you know my computer's fooked? Good news; I'm getting a new computer. I should have it Tuesday. Mwahahaha.

It's a Mac Mini. Which is super cool. It's only 6.5 inches square, by 2 inches high. That small. Of course, it's BYODKM. Meaning; Bring Your Own Display, Keyboard and Mouse. Fair enough.

Here's a pic of the mini marvel:

See? It's about the size of a CD drive. Hehe. I can't wait. It runs Mac OS X Leopard. Mmmmm.... Lush. Have a look at Leopard. Or watch the Guided Tour. The guy cracks me up. He's funny.

So as you can imagine, I'm really excited. I can't wait 'til Tuesday!! By the way, the Mac Mini costs £400 - £500 depending on what model you want. I've gone for the more expensive one. That's my savings down the drain then.

By the way, Iwan shot your cat. Visit his blog. Like, NOW.

CAUTION: Possible Spoilers

2008-10-01T21:45:00.001+01:00

CAUTION: POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD. DEPENDS IF YOU SAW HEROES OR NOT. IF YOU'VE BEEN READING MY BLOG, YOU'D HAVE KNOWN THAT IT WAS ON AT 9 O'CLOCK.

Aren't I kind for giving you a warning? I thought so. ^_^

Anyway, if you saw Heroes, you'll have noticed that Future Peter (FP) has still got his scar. Still. Which is odd, because Present Peter (PP) hasn't.

The only reason FP had a scar, was because Sylar attacked him, right? Now, FP didn't have Claire's healing power. The only way PP has got it, is because Hiro went back in time to tell PP "Save the cheerleader, save the world.". If Hiro hadn't said that, PP would never have gone and found Claire, so he wouldn't have absorbed Claire's healing, and he wouldn't have healed when Sylar attacked him. Which explains why FP had the scar to begin with.

But seeing as Hiro changed the past, FP should now have no scar. Because PP hasn't got one because he healed when Sylar attacked him because he'd already absorbed Claire's power. But FP should also have Claire's power as well. But he's SOMEHOW still got the scar, even though the scar thingy didn't actually take place. Because he healed. See what I mean?

I'm confused.

If any of you can shed any light on this subject, please leave a comment.

Good news!

2008-10-01T20:29:00.003+01:00

As the professor might say; Good news, everyone!

Turns out I don't have to stay in the hospital overnight. Yay!! It's awesome. Because now I get to watch Heroes.

So yeah.. There was a hole in my leg, so the doctor guy made it bigger. I don't see the logic in that, but he had his reasons. Apparently the wound "will drain better" now that there's a hole in my leg. Fair enough. Hehe.

So.. yeah. I've got some antibiotics as well. Finally. They should have given some to me about a week ago. Lol. Idiots.

I really hate the NHS. I've never known it to be so hard to see a doctor because of an open wound in the leg. Hmph.

HEROES in about half an hour!! Woo!

Ah, crap.

2008-10-01T14:26:00.004+01:00

I've got to go back into hospital. Craaaap. See, the stitches in my leg are dissolving (they're soluble ones or something), but my leg is still not healed. So now it's opening up again. Sooo, I have to go back into hospital, and I'll probably have to stay the night. Joy.

Seeing as I'll probably be in hospital, don't expect any blogging from me for a day or two. Mmkay?

I've written a post which should come on my blog at about 9:45pm, which is just after the first episode of Heroes has finished. Enjoy, my dears.

Toodle pip!
=]

Don't forget: Episode 2 of Heroes is on BBC3, at 10 o'clock. Watch it. Mmkay?

Heroes soon!!

2008-09-29T12:16:00.006+01:00

Heroes is on soon!! Yay! I like Heroes.

Don't forget:

BBC2

9 o'clock

Wednesday night.

Watch it. Or else....

Also, you know I said that there are two episodes on? Turns out there's not... Sorry. But it is on BBC3. So there's an episode on at 9, and then the second episode is on at 10 o'clock on BBC3. So.. woo!!

Go Sylar.

Meebo!

2008-09-28T22:16:00.003+01:00

As you all now know, my laptop is pretty much fooked. (That's a nicer way of saying 'fucked'. It is fucked though.) So I've been using my step-dad's laptop. It's an awesome laptop; I want one, so I plan on getting one. They're a bit expensive though... About £700. Said they were expensive.

Anyway. It's a good laptop, but it hasn't got MSN. I know, a laptop without MSN? Ridiculous. But it's true. Now, eBuddy failed me; it kept complaining about an unresponsive script, and then it wouldn't let me receive messages. Quite annoying. So now I've found an alternative... MEEBO!!

It's cool. It actually works. The only downside, is that it doesn't let you see the smileys people send. It lets you see the basic ones like :D, :P, :), :(, and so on; but not custom ones. But it's okay for me - I'm on MSN so much, that I've learned all the keyboard shortcuts for smileys. So I can pretty much tell what smileys people are using. Because I'm cool.

SUPER COOL, SUPER AWESOME FORCE

I'm the founder. You should join. Otherwise you're not super cool, or super awesome. You're lame if you don't join. So there. Ha.

This is what happens when I'm bored

2008-09-27T16:45:00.001+01:00

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*Strange theme music*

You've been watching a paid presentation for Potato Juice.

--

That's what happens when I'm bored. I also posted this as a comment on Joel's Bebo. I couldn't write all of it on his Bebo though; I ran out of characters. =P

Comment with more random made-up products, and I'll gladly write more of these strange Teleshopping adverts for you. =] It's entertaining for me. =P