Pigeons

Student accomodation... the joys..

It took me a few days to notice that sign.. I think that's because it was on the floor when I arrived and was only put up days later.. Nice to know that the pigeons want to keep us company..
The ducks around here are pretty cool, I saw one standing outside Subway today.. Just standing.. For no reason, but he just looked very respectable standing there.. He just need a little tweed flatcap and a pipe.. Would've been perfect.. ^_^
Discovered a new method of cleaning today, instead of removing the festering bags of rubbish that are the whole way down the hall, the cleaners just came into our rooms and hoovered.. which I don't remember reading that they do.. Was well freaked out like.. Opening your door, seeing carpet, and everything in the wrong place is unnerving..

So I'm supposed to be reading a case at the minute, but I am taking a break..
It's a tort case.. if you were wondering.. about auditors being negligent.. fun-city.
The tort lecture was fun today though, basically Constitutional has a U- certificate, Criminal has an 18, Roman would only be shown in an Arthouse cinema.. and Tort is for those with a sick sense of humour.. I think I'm gonna like the stories..
Like the guy who has a nipple ring and got it caught on the bottom of a swimming pool and had to rip it out or drown..
Personally I would just unscrew the piercing.. what would you do?
The lecturer also said something like. "What if you're living in the Shadow of Death for the rest of your life? Should you be able to claim?" The concept of living in a Shadow of Death amused me.. So you know, naturally I'm going to be the one in the annoying adverts saying "Are you living in the Shadow of Death? Angry about it? If so we can help you! There could be compensation for your case! No win, no fee.."

I attempted to cook using the "oven" this evening.. I say "oven", what I mean is a box which gets to warm and stops there. Semi- raw pasta and meatballs.. yummay! Had another surreal discussion whilst sitting in the corridor waiting for it to warm through.. about thrush medication.. [not me I hasten to add.. a girl down the corridor] apparently.. wait.. no.. I don't want to share this.. but.. if you ever get thrush, I know the best medication to get.. ^_~

So I can't really do Law.. no surprises there.. I'm trying.. but this bloody town's minute is shorter than New York's I tell ya!
I also have a cold.. So I went to boots and bought Beechams, Vaporub, Olbas Oil, Strepsils, Tissues and Multivitamins.. cos I cannot handle being ill this week.. or any week that I'm here for that matter..

Can somebody please tell me what is going on in the world?
I have no idea at the minute... Is Alaska still there? Have any new wars started? Do iceburgs still exist? I can't believe it's been a week... something semi-significant must have happened in that week.. no?
Someone make stuff up, I'll believe you...!

~Over and case reading..

meep

Evenin'
This is my 10 minute 8 o'clock break.

Here are some things:
- I don't understand a lot of the apparently English language.. "iconoclast"* wtf?
- Mixed netball is more fun and less pain than rugby.
- Rowing is easy as long as I don't think about it. Thinking about it makes things go wrong.
- Ducks aren't scared of oars.
- My neck hurts.
- My textbooks make an effective doorstop.
- My laptop is gothsexy.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing work-wise. I don't know what I'm aiming for.
- I am a bit of a dick to people. Especially to Someone.
- I have no concept of time anymore. 1 week feels like 3 months.
- I am going to be, well actually, I already am, shit at my subject.
- It is hard to write a blog in 10mins.
- I don't know how to talk to Someone without annoying them. Like I can't quite just have a conversation. I feel it has to have a purpose and a reason and lots of questions. When really all I want is to talk nothingness to Someone that knows me.
- Sigh.
*An iconoclast is a person who attacks cherished beliefs or institutions. Quite a nice word. I will use it more often.

How is life everywhere else?

I keep forgetting that there is life outside of my bubble.. and that those lives don't mirror my own..
I haven't seen a paper in a week.. I bought the Sunday Times today, because I felt like I should.. but it's still in it's plastic wrapper..
England beat Oz.. wow.. that's gonna make my supervision fun..
France beating NZ though.. cheesh..
What a turnaround for the Northern Hemisphere..!!

eek.. I should go..
I'm gonna try to put up a picture.. but this new iphoto confuses me..

~overworked and out

universitay

yo..
This should hopefully be short.. but then I have work to do.. so it will probably be paaaages long..

Uni is very cool.. I like being in civilisation.. Not really liking the amount of work I'm going to have to do and the lack of free time that I have.. and having to be everywhere at once =(

It also feels like I've been here for ages.. but it's been less than a week..
I keep forgetting.. time goes really quickly so it feels like it' been 3 days since something happened when it was like 1..
Mm drunks outside the window.. faaaantastic.
I don't live above a market though. I'm lucky..

My room is so full of stuff.. it's depressing.. there's paper and textbooks everywhere.. not to mention clothes and towels..
I guess I got two free mugs for my expenditure on books though.. which is something...
I have a wee mission to go on tomorrow.. I'll make a twat out of myself.. it'll be fun..
Like when I sad "where have you bark your piked?" today...

Yeah.. I should really start reading the list of Tort stuff for my supervision... need to understand it.. must not let supervisor down.. he's too cool to be let down..
There are loads of n. irish lawyers.. like everywhere I go in the faculty I hear northern irish voices.. Like today in the toilet queue.. or the Heffers queue..

*looks at mass of papers scattered about room*
yesss... um.. I'm gonna go.. read.. something...
*locates tort book*
jesus christ.. it's a big 'un.. chapter 3..
oh.. only 107 pages to get through.. >_<

I want some damned free time to socialise! and go for strolls! and to chill and settle in without the pressure of work!
gaaaaah.

~over and ooot

Don't even try..

If I could exit I’d be an angel where I could see, instead of stare. I hate to stare. I bet I’ll be damned, and I’m sorry that I stole, but I bet I’ll be damned. I think way too much about the way things should be said, because it just can’t leave my head all the way. And it seems my brand new candles won’t catch on fire today. I think I might get burned anyway.
All this gasoline just goes to show that not everything ignites. I do my best, but don’t know what is right. All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind. Just bring it down, bring it down one time. Please, bring it down. Bring it down. Be good now, don’t fight; the stars will be up soon, and soon you’ll have another chance to move. With any luck, you’ll pin down constellations with hummingbird precision. Take this cash, feel good. I don’t know what you do (if it starts or if it ends with me), I only know I’ve tried not to be bitter. I could play the voice of reason and yell at you to get your ass to bed, but I’m uncomfortable with kind suggestions, so I’ll sit and watch you here in your apartment, with records on, and use that’s unrestricted. Mark these words: It’s the last time I encourage you to fix it. I encourage you to fix it. About the time the sky turns from pink to black, I calculate the length of my day and ask for hours back. But the superheroes are bored with all the shit that I made them see and there’s nothing I can do to keep them from stripping the time away from me (I filed it all wrong on the form, you see). The sky above your car is the darkest thing. Now I’m gonna go inside and wait for the phone to ring, because you went away.

I made a story out of words which aren't my own.. I'm a cheat.. oh well.. better to get them out of the way at the start.

So, I leave in.. 3 days! eeeek. I made progress today though.
I went shoppin' up the b'fast.. because I had no dresses you see.. [for good reason, I look shit in dresses]. I ended up getting more warm jumpers than dresses.. but anyway.
The real triumph was that I then came home and packed everything.. well, most things.

AAAGHAGHAGAHHHH kitten interruption.. I hate it when they do that... just walk all over everything. Like it's theirs. It's probably going to go up the chimeny next. Cheesh.

So yes.. I have three large suitcases completely full of clothes.. hopefully within the weight limit.. I am happy..
I now just have to remember to pack all my electrical crap..
I HAVE NO TIME.
Anyway, enough of the boring uni stuff. Something interesting would be more interesting.

Have you ever thought about time?

It's odd stuff. It's a whole dimension. I think... I never really followed that concept. Although I'm sure it makes perfect sense*. ::takes time to think about time::
so before my head explodes thinking about it..
What would happen if we made time metric? 100 seconds in every minute. 100 minutes in every hour and so on.. Is that possible? What would that do to the years? the seasons? the daylight?
How weird would the time telling be? "it's 22.81"
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THE WAGE OF THE SPEAKING CLOCK???
Somebody work this out for me... and while you're at it.. if you could figure out the plausibility of having monkeys for hands, I'd be eternally grateful. Eternally.

[*not actually.]

Sidenote: Cat, did you ever decide what else you'd have on your go go gadget hands? and what about all you other people? hmm? yeah mr. searching for a type of wine, what would you have for hands if you couldn't have hands? corkscrew and wine? I'd be your friend. Instead of suspicious.

Centrenote: Can time actually be measured? I know that we do it.. but some seconds feel longer than others..
It annoys me.. I know 'time flies when you're having fun' and all that jazz, but sometimes it flies or stops for no apparent reason..
Does it depend on your species? Like, you know how 1 human year = 9 cat years, 7 dog years and 4 horse years ? and how pigeons see so many frames/sec faster than us? what effect on time as a whole concept does that have?
Does time speed up as you get older? I'm sure years didn't used to go this fast, and I wasn't even watching then..

I'm going to stop now.. Perhaps I'll nip into some physics lectures and ask an expert..

~over... I think.... but is it ever really finished?

"You got a death wish Johnny Truant?"

Wake the sun, so the stars can shine above what we define...
Can you still see, what you first saw in me?
Or are the words caught up in your teeth?
Staring at your glass smile,
The one you know that we are just dying to see.
Cut apart the words, forgetting everything, forever contradicting..

Yeah, I'm on a Fall of Troy kick...
And a lyrics kick in general..
Sorry.

SO..
Recently I've been getting into watching the 'major' sports on tv.. I mean, it seems to be world cup season.. Rugby and Women's Football. Nice mix. I'm currently rooting for the underdogs at all times.. However that's mostly because England/Ireland are both doing so shit in the rugby that they deserve to lose. And Georgia deserve to win. England in the girly football though.. I was cheering* for them. And I was cheering* especially hard because they also happen to be the underdogs.

* when I say cheering, I wasn't actually, as cheering whilst sitting alone in front of your tv would be kinda stupid.. I mean you know.. inside your head cheering..

I was watching the highlights of the Australia vs Canada match a few nights ago.. And for once I didn't know who I was supporting.. My UK instincts tell me not to support Oz, 'cuz, well, y'know, they win everything*.. And normally Canada aren't very good at the commonwealthy sports.. So when they got a goal in the first 32 seconds I was pleased. But then Oz were so happy when they scored and they did this awesome dance thing with their footie boots..
Maybe it wasn't awesome.. but at 1am, it seemed pretty impressive to me..
So I started wanting Oz to win..
And then Canada.
And then Oz again..
It was too much stress.. Luckily Family Guy was on right after.

*except curling.

Fight me in the dark.. wrestle your bones over mine
Mm, Bat For Lashes..

Anyhoo..
I went to see Deathproof yesterday. I really liked it.
It made me want to be a stuntwoman. And have a cool accent.
But then I went on wikipedia and decided that fracturing vertebrae really doesn't sound all that fun.
So just the accent please ^_^

This time next week, I will be at uni.
SCARY FREAKING BISCUITS!
I'm kinda worried about the whole moving-to-england-and-being-responsible-for-myself-and-being-surrounded-by-99.8%-new-people-who-are-all-geniuses thing. Like really.
I am not intelligent.. And I don't have a clue about Law, or what it's gonna entail. Apart from reading and essay writing, both of which I am kinda Shit at.
And I'm not gonna have a dog about anymore, that'll bug me. What do I do with the food I don't want? You know, like pizza crusts and steak fat?
I know it's probably going to turn out to be amazing.. but at the moment it's all daunting and scary.
Like when you're standing up, balancing on a wall.. It's really easy to walk along it.. but it doesn't feel that way before you do it..
Unless that's only me?

And like, really, how many clothes do I need?
Having had a uniform to wear when at school for the past 14 years, I have no idea how many different outfits I'll need to survive..
And I'll probably bring too many anyway and have no wardrobe to put them in.
Bum.

Who wants to bet that I sound English by Christmas?

So I've been feeling slightly nostalgic.. and went on a wee trip back to all the matazone animations I used to like.. such as:
Mr. Snaffleburger
Mittens & Snowdrop
Little Goth Girl

And then of course there was the whole Weebl and Bob thing, but everybody knows about that..

Yeah, I should go and figure out how to fit clothes into suitcases..

~Over and out

Ultimate Fort

Good Day Soldier..
Last week, I was walking along a beach at night with friend H and friend R, as friend R was leaving to go to Tokyo for a year..
And walking along a beach in the dark is what you do, of course.

Anyway, discussion got around to where you would put your Ultimate Fort:
-On a hill
-In a forest
-On a beach

Initially I said on the beach, because the water provides easy access for supplies, you could jump into the water if you got shot at [thank you mythbusters] and if all else fails, you could throw sand in the enemies' eyes.
Friend H said the beach because it's pretty.
Friend R said the forest, because you could hide in the trees, make weapons out of the wood and find food easily.

Then we had the on a hill debate.. I liked the idea as you could see your enemy coming and it would be easier for you to fight downhill. R pointed out that your enemy could see you if you were on a hill and it would probably be easier to lay siege to it and starve you to defeat.

Eventually, I decided that my fort would be built on a hill, surrounded by forest, leading onto a beach.. Like so:





And of course my fort would be made of stone because it doesn't burn, can be built thick enough to be blast-resistant, easyish to repair and looks quite nice. It would have a moat because if an attacker went/fell in you could probably hear it and it's a good place to keep a supply of fish if you don't want to go all the way down to that lake that's on the other side of my fort.
But THEN I started thinking about all the extras that I would have..
Like an underground cave [complete with tunnel leading straight to the beach in case of forest fire].
And a runway for my fighter jets.
And a radar and satellite communication system.
And traps that I could lay in the forest, Viet-Cong style.
And tree house outposts.
And so on.

I did briefly think about adding in a jungle layer.. but then I realised that jungles have lots of insects and leeches and quite a few parasites in general. So that was a no-go. Besides, jungle floor would be too dense to get through.. meaning supplies difficult to get..and if you were to have a way through then enemies could go through it too.. and taking things up trees and across would be soo tiring. Especially with livestock.

So my question is, what would your Ultimate Fort be like, and where would it be set?
Don't lie and say you haven't thought about it.
I know you have.

~Over and out.

[ps] talking about dead dogs is a good way to get rid of high numbers of search-engine users. ^_^

hm.

'Lo.

My dog had to be put down on Monday night.. =(
She got hit by a car and her spine was all fuckered. Imagine some vertebrae. Now imagine that the bottom of one is in line with the top of another and you have a pretty good idea of what the x-ray looked like. I didn't like that as soon as I walked into the x-ray room, I could see from across the room what was wrong.. Always bad news.
Interesting to know that I can, when needed, make a 40 minute journey in 20.
Anyway what really upsets me [apart from my dog dying] is the fact that the wanker who hit her kept driving.
I mean, ok, she was a black dog. I can understand why you hit her at night [even though you shouldn't have been going that fast you bastard] but hitting a dog is noticeable. And what a decent person would do is to stop. Find the dog's owner. Alert someone to the fact that you just just hit a member of someone's family at 60+mph.
I'm not the only one who would stop if they hit an animal am I ?

Hmm.. anyway.. What I wanted to ponder about was.. well.. ok I'll just explain.
When we buried my dog that died of lung cancer last year, we left his collar on and put him on a rug, leaving a tennis ball beside him. When we buried this dog on Tuesday morning, her collar was on, tennis ball beside her and she was lying on a rug..
So we have formed a semi-ritual. Is this weird? I don't know, it probably is. But then I was thinking, what will the people in the future think? We look back on people being buried with things as a sort of quaint little exercise that doesn't really help anything. Burying someone with their spear and a comb? Ludicrous! So what's gonna happen when two dogs are discovered wearing collars with the remains of a tennis ball beside them?
I've admitted that it's silly, but at the same time it just felt so wrong not to.. Like when the vet had put latest dog to sleep, she took her collar off.. and I don't know why but it just felt wrong. As if she was removing her status as a pet, as part of the family and was now just a dead dog with no owners, no home..nothing.
I didn't like it.

Yeah, so that explanation didn't really explain much.. but anyway.

Next thing:
I happened to look on blogpatrol. Instead of the usual 0/1/2 views I had 53. I don't understand this. Why are that many people using a well known search engine to look at this? and why are there no keywords?! hmm???
I don't like it.

Hmm. My keyboard is dirty, it keeps distracting me. It should be shiny white. Damnit.

Eek, I gotta go catch some Hep. A soon..

~over and injected.

Shhh! If You're Quiet I'll Show You A Dinosaur..

zooom!

Stitched up your lips to constrict languages...

Yo.
I should be doing something. I'm not though. I'm in a weird mood, my mind feels like is flicking around too much. So what is there to do but blog? hmm?
[Reader] Plenty you fool.

Nothing has happened lately apart from having Face over to visit..
which was good. We went to the Snow Patrol/ Ash/ We Are Scientists gig.. and the Giant's Causeway.. and on a bus tour of Belfast etc etc..
Did you know that Belfast has the only bulletproof cctv cameras in Europe?
You do now.
Face went away yesterday. Which means I am feeling like quite the mopey emo. Boo =(
*emos for a while*
....
I have to go and arrange to infect myself with some hepatitis A soon - yum!

Right, answer me this. If you are indeed there to answer..

If you had to have anything else but hands at the end of your wrists, what would you have?

Currently I am decided on monkeys.
Other people have said tentacles, razor blades, swiss army knives, broken bottles, pianos and uh.. penises..
I still think monkeys are the best.. I mean you'd have 4 hands and 2 tails!
c'mon! that's all kinds of awesome!

Anyhoo, I should stop before I get sad at my facelessness..

~over and out the door using my monkey hands..

AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!

Yeah, you better shudder...

So I have been in Croatia for the past 10 days. I seem to have missed some major event in the kelkian universe.. well, more controversy than 'event' I guess. Update me? anyone? no? ok then.
Anyway, a few nights into my Croatian adventure, I was talking to my cousin in our room [it was a real sitcom talk, sitting on beds, laughing, saying OMG etc etc] when I looked at the wall, noticed something black and was like ''that's a big spider..... hang on, that's not a spider..SCORPION!!!!'' I then sort of jumped off the bed and got to the other side of the room.. whereupon my cousin just screamed "DAAAAAAAD! SCORPION!" for like 5 mins. [My uncle took a while to comprehend what was being shouted.."A..scorpion? what?"]
So that was ok. We slept with the light on. [Remember, our only knowledge of scorpions at this point was from Ultimate Killers] Two nights later there were TWO scorpions on the wall. A mummy scorpion and a teenage scorpion.
We shouted for uncle again..
The next night, another young scorpion appeared but on a DIFFERENT wall.
The light stayed on once more.

And that was all the scorpion fun that was to be had.. Of course we then found out from Ivan that the scorpions are basically like spiders in frequency and not at all dangerous. He forgot to tell us that at the start.. *sigh*

Humm.. what else happened of interest?
oh yes.
I was attacked* by an em-effing SEA URCHIN

* more like stood on, but I maintain that it was a sea urchin with an agenda.

You see, there is no sand in Croatia. It's rockity rock rock. So you get like sea shoe things.. with rubber soles to stop your little footsies from getting bruised on the rocks [which mine did on the first day]. However, they are not urchinproof. I guess the took the worst of the spikes.. but I still got three of them in my foot [spikes that is, not shoes, I have no idea how that could anatomically work].

Hmm.. I also got kicked out of a church.
My shoulders were obviously too big a temptation to be allowed inside a holy establishment... *g*

I think that is all the remotely interesting stuff..

Right.
Apparently I have been 'tagged'.
I don't get what this 'tagged' thing is..
I won't do it properly.
So;
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
- At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
- Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

[In no particular order]

8= I HATE inefficiency/stupid regulations.
I just get so pissed off, especially when there is an incredibly obvious resolution. Like airport security for example; it is a load of bollocks about the 'explosive being made with liquid components'. And what nobody seems to understand is that if someone really, really wants to hijack a plane, they don't need anything except their bare hands. Small amounts of liquid are no more 'dangerous' than the hot coffee you get served on board, the razors you can buy airside or even your shoelaces. This is turning into a rant. But it is proving that it annoys me. As for the inefficiency, queues and suchlike make me angry. Especially when there's an obvious, easy way to make it better.

7= I have unrealistic aspirations. I want to achieve things but I never put in the work.. Anything that I've done which is reasonably 'successful' is the product of luck/fluke.. and it scares me and makes me feel guilty.[On a similar theme, not different enough to be a different number] I do things like wish I could free run/le parkour. Which is just stupid. I do not have the physique for that. In short, I have no motivation and no power to do anything about it.

6= I think too much.
Like to the point of stupidity. I will obsess over small insignificant details as well as things of normal importance. I will go over things again and again in my head. Play out different situations/conversations/whatever. Sometimes I will even say something out loud or mouth words/ make facial expressions and then wonder if I really just did that. And what it means if I did, and did anybody see? what if they did? what will they think? what excuse can I come up with? and it just escalates like that. I would quite like to invent a device which could track your thoughts. Just to see the path that mine take. Sometimes I think too big. Well, on too large a scale. And then my head goes all funny. Like if you think about how ifinitesimally small you are and how a spider is so much smaller and how we're in one universe, but that could be a small universe and what is our universe actually in? what happens when you go outside it? what colour is it? is there any noise?
Normally, I get to a point of thinking how amazingly odd we are. Like for making cars and stuff and then I space out and have to snap out of it before I fall out of my chair.

5= I wish I had a soundtrack. Kinda like that episode of Family Guy, but with songs instead of musical scores. And not getting sick of it.
I get really into songs you see. And find myself empathising with the lyrics despite having never endured any similar kind of hardship...When I'm listening to songs I am normally thinking of what occasion they remind me of and so they sort of form a movie-style soundtrack in my head.. I quite often find a song and will obsess over it, playing it on repeat for about a week, and then forget about it afterwards.

4= I hate people. I don't understand why and how such shitty deeds are done in the world. And why people are so rude and obnoxious. And so cruel. People can be so utterly vile, sometimes I think it would be better if we just died out and let the planet stabilise. Animal cruelty makes me feel physically sick and very violent all at the same time. I don't know if it's okay to want to punish people who hurt animals for fun.. eye for an eye style. I am supposed to be a 'higher being' and above that sort of thing. But i'm not. I'm a massive hypocrite. I am every bit as inherently scummy as the rest of the human race.

3= I like rain. I get homesick for rain whenever I'm in a dry country for too long. Seriously. I like big fat rain drops. And I like to stand outside when it's raining, with my eyes closed and my palms facing upwards.. to see if I can feel each raindrop. It's a nice state for me to be in.. Makes me remember how awesome everything is..

2= I like to argue/persuade. Having a full scale argument with someone and being able to go back to normal afterwards is especially nice. I like trying to change someone's point of view, asking questions, pointing things out etc.. Sometimes I wonder if I could ever manipulate someone in a conversation.. but then I get scared and think that's a bit mental..

1= Despite no.4, one of my favourite things to do is to sit in a cafe/bar and watch people. Not in a psychotic voyeuristic way or anything.. Like seeing how people interact and then wondering what their stories are.. I like to make up stories...

[fin]

Hmm.. That wasn't what I was meant to do. And I'm not gonna tag 8 people. Mostly because 8 people don't even read my blog and I don't really know 8 people well enough to tag them. And I'm not sure of the specifics of tagging. Can you tag a tagged?

bah.

I have typed for too long and now I'm cold. I've gone from a 30+ degrees climate to 13..

~over and out fiend!

Title:

'Yo.
I haven't blogged in aaaaages.
Mostly because I suck at it.

Ah well.

So it's Thursday it's Saturday now..oops, and I am sat watching TV. I love TV on Thursdays... Comedy on BBC2. Awesome.
Mock the week

Hyperdrive! I love Teal. She's awesome.


Still Game - which is actually quite good.. The glaswegian accents remind me of T.

And thennnnnn...... nipping over to channel4 for a documentary on Nazi Pop Twins!
Nothing like Nazi twins singing pop songs to cause interest on a Thursday evening..

So it turns out that the twins weren't that nazi, or even that pop. I didn't even think they were convincingly blonde.
Oh well.

This weekend is going to be the weekend of Awesome.
Harry Potter! I've started reading..
I'm a cool kid.

Then tomorrow...
TRANSFORMERS!!!!!

And not just in a normal cinema.. Oh no. I am paying ridiculous prices to go and see it in a VIP cinema in the 'Fast.
You can call me crazy, but it had me on the reclining leather armchairs [modelled on first class aeroplane seats].
Oh yes.
It is going to be good.

And after that, we get to wander round for a few hours until Albert strikes 9 and then we are going to the No Dancing Club in Katy Dalys.. There was a poster for it in the Spring& Airbrake.. It had Cursive, Bloc Party, The Decemberists etc etc...
Basically it was one giant list of all the bands I like.
In rainbow colours.
How could we say no?

Having rambled about this... I hope it all happens. Especially as I rambled on a blog. Where nobody will understand what I'm on about..

Ahem.

So T in the park was goooood. The Sounds and New Young Pony Club and Shiny Toy Guns were fantastic..
As were the doughnuts that were still warm and covered in sugar and the tent we stayed in protected us from rain and mud.
Although I have to say...the favourite Scots chant of 'Here we, here we, he were fuckin' go!' Is a tad annoying at 3am..
Oh and if you're ever in Wetherspoons on Jamaica street, SHUN THEM.
They refused to give us any alcohol whatsoever for no reason at all..
Grr.

Hmm.. I should be getting back to HP...
I'm currently destructing my house a bit, then reading a chapter, then destroying a bit more, then reading a chapter.. and so on. It's fun.

I have run out of momentum for now.. might edit later...

bah.

~over and out *flourishes wand*

Odd

^ it's cracked dry earth, underwater!!!!
get your head around that..

I don't have much to say except that,
my hair is now EMO-TASTIC
I am bored
I have used skype to a slightly larger extent than previously
It is 2 weeks until T in the Park
I am bored
I have a love/hate relationship with homebase
I made a crappy podcast. Again.


Click here to get your own player.



~over and ooot

Summer......

I love this^ little guy... I may have posted him before but..
Come on!
Look at his little convies!

So apparently it's summer.
*looks outside*
Apparently.
*glare*

Why is it I'm always in the house by myself when it's murdering weather? stormy nights and so on?
hmm?
well..?
meh..

At least I have no more school. Ever.
No more school uniform! ...well... maybe on special occasions.. ^_~
No more 'sir' and 'miss'.. although.. yeah I'll probably still have to do that..

But now I am a free of sorts..
what will I do with my time?
I think I might spend it figuring out how things work.. Like cars' engines. Or skype. Although Skype would take me all summer. With it's crazy noises and buttons. I have a lot of time I guess.. Oh and html.
And I want to paint some walls.
And visit lots of places.
And go driving.
Maybe visit places whilst driving..? hmm...

Oh McDonalds.... how innocent you are... "you can now get milk, fruit and carrot sticks in Shrek-themed bags, to help make them fun for your little ones"
"OMG shrek bags! I used to think hydrogen peroxide covered carrot sticks were boring.. but man! these shrek-bags make them a laugh a minute!"
As if...

The internet is boring me...
WHY does this happen?
When I had exams the internet was interesting.. and I couldn't concentrate on anything..
But now I want something to revise!

SIGH............

Life ..*rolls eyes*

Somebody give me some scandal!
Some chat!
Something!
[but not crabs....]

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I'msososososobored.

bah.

I'm off to interent surf in vain...

~over and dies out

Ilikerain

Thunder!
More thunder!
Lots of thunder!

and now,

RAIN!!

I love rain when it's warm.. And it's proper wet rain... I know I've said this before but it's been so ickily hot recently that I am very happy indeed that it's raining big drops..

And everything looks so amazing when it's raining.. like all the colours come out far better..

Exhibit A:


Exhibit B


Mm.. rain..
I don't even know if those pictures prove anything.. it may just be the light here..

Eeearrrk! I should be revising particle physics!
And I've been distracted by builders and lunch and thunderrain..
hmph.
A-levels... bah.

I went to London recently.. It was faaantaastic. Getting there wasn't though, flybe don't like me leaving the country.. =(
made me 4 hours late =(( I think I caught up the time though.
After I got over my excitement about the hotel.. it was awesome..
The lifts were pure sex.. Maybe that's just my if-it's-black-i-like-it instinct.. but they were black inside with darkened mirrors and starlights in the floor! I liked those lifts.. even though I was only in them 6 times.. but they were a good 6times..
It was a sweet hotel.. apart from the plumbing issues.. although that was my own fault for spending too long in the shower..
I saw some english girl while I was there. Shocking I know, an english girl in england.. We discovered that countdown is on tv somewhere between 2 and 3 in the morning..
Good to know.

Rar.
Yes I really must go and stare blankly at my physics notes.

~Over and out in the rain!

Capacitance

hehe.. E-MO!

bah.. i did a resit today. physics. module 4. it was balls.
i don't know why i can't seem to use my brain in exams anymore.
it's proving to be quite a problem.
ah well.

hmm. do things ever happen that are just so strange and surreal?
diego dog just walked in with a piece of hose pipe.
Hose pipe.
like, wtf?
where did he find a piece of hose pipe?!

It's like the times where i would be sitting at the computer, look round and there would be a chicken standing there, staring at me. WHY?
Of course all the chickens then got snarfled by a fox but.. anyway.

oh and another thing..
Apart from northern ireland, are there any other places where random religious signs appear? lately there have been these little signs appearing on telegraph poles around the place.
"Where will YOU spend eternity?'
I quite like that one. It isn't overly religious. Quite deep and philosophical.
And of course there's the jesus rock. Like this big ass boulder that someone painted white and wrote 'jesus is the rock of salvation' in red paint on.. but that's been about for years.
After it was painted as a christmass pudding.

hehe. crazy country!

Bah. Big brother is gonna suuuuuuuck. I can tell.
I really should have revised physics instead of watching it.
uuurgh. gonna have to actually work so hard for m5&6.
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I wonder what will be on jerry springer today. i will return to update if it's good..
bah at barbados and its coastal erosion too.

~over and watching neighbours..

Wrath of the Transsexuals

Hehe.. that's the title on Jerry Springer today.
It's gonna be a good one.. I can tell..
Oh they're chanting "YOU ARE GAY" now. Charming
He could be a dirty bisexual you know. Pfft.

Onto happier things:

The Locker of Dreams


I love tayto crisps.. I will miss them next year. I like that you can buy them in multipacks from the airport. (^_^)
And mm.. their onion rings...
But nothing beats the cheese and onion..

Did you know that Blogger now saves your drafts automatically! ?
I didn't.. but this little bubble alert thing sure is telling me.

Hm. Jerry Springer is weird. It keeps descending into a transsexual chasing the bouncers around.



so yesterday the sky was really cool. I don't think this photo captures the crazy light and such... But basically the sky was really grey and there was the strange light which still highlights all the different shades of green.
I love it when it's like that.
It makes me feel at home, because you don't get it anywhere else. And when it happens I just want to stand and stare at it for aaaages.

It's the 26th tomorrow. I don't like the 26th May.
Purely because I am a selfish being.
Someone is going to Barbados on that day.
Which is simultaneously awesome and =(
Barbados is far away.. kinda.
Someone had better live out those Malibu ads... you know with the bus and the donkey.
And be relaxed and chilled at realise they aren't gonna work in a shop instead of going to university.
And I bet something.
Wanna know what?

I bet that there would be an Irish pub in Barbados..
Someone laughed at me and said there is no way that there would be an Irish pub in Barbados.

Google, I luff thee:
Mc Brides Pub and Cookhouse – To be found at St Lawrence Gap on the south coast. Genuine Irish pub/restaurant hosting live Irish music for the nightly hooley mixed with limbo dancing.
Lord Willoughby’s Tavern
Bagatelle Great House, St. Thomas Parish, Barbados - open 24 hours a day too!

*does a little dance*

I love it when I'm right ^_^

Oo.. Ray Mears' bushcraft!
He's in a canyon.
I should so not be allowed to procrastinate.

Um yes. I don't really have anything else to say...

Except that pens are very useful. I think I will write with one.

*awkward silence*

*tips hat*
Ev'nin'.

Soo....

This is basically to inform anyone who is interested that there is an audiofile of sheer shite available:


Click here to get your own player.



I got my yearbook today. It turns out that 'A wee doughnut' will not go down in the books.. =(
I really have nothing to say...
I think I will edit at a later date.

[That edit I promised]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Do you know what today [monday 21st may] is?
no?
Good because if you knew it was the eve of the start of my exams [aka. definitive failure] I would be a tad creeped out.
Which would not be all that great because I'm already a little bit freaked out about the whole failing thing:
Creeped + freaked = Strung out me

Ok so... Who's watching Kingdom?
Because Stephen Fry is quite clearly amaaaaaaazing. And so people should automatically watch anything including his presence.
It's true.
Speaking of which, QIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
I might be going to see it.. I will be going to Landan anyway, which will be faaantaastic.
Right after one of my physics exams too.
Which brings me right back to:
AAAAAAAGGGGGH...
English Lit + Physics practical = OH DEAR


Hmm.. ::calm::
I'm not going to fail.. I might not do as well as I need to.. but I won't fail as such...
Hang on.. not doing as well as I need is failing isn't it?
Oh well.
My best is all I can do and whatnot.
Although I think that's a fallacy too.. Like what if I don't do my best? and I don't get into uni and am forced to become a bum..

Damn Law.
::/overly-panicky-ramble::

I should clearly stop know and read about Drift Velocity.
Because it's important folks.

~under and under

Last. Monday. Ever.

Ok ok.. so the title might have given you excitement that I was going to do away with myself and you wouldn't have to deal with this anymore, but alas no, I meant my last Monday in school EVER.. No, really, EVER.
I'm not old enough... It hasn't sunk in... I don't know anything! I am not educated!
And I still haven't done my Art...

I'm chuckling, but I should be crying...

I should, perhaps, podcast soon.. As I will have things to talk about in a mumbley manner.. Like AEROBICS! Jeez, that was fun..
*looks at photies on bebo and forgets where I am with this*

...Yeas...

Don't you hate it when you really feel like having some cake*, only there is no cake in the vicinity? Which really sucks because you would quite love to have some cake? Even though that cake isn't battenburg and doesn't really go so well with your music? I hate it. That's fo' sho'.

It's Pimms o'clock! I like it being warm outside... That means it's always pimms o'clock..

Ok, so my Art book is guilt tripping me, and begging me to write about how a sense of drama is created, so I feel I should pay it some attention...

~Over and out of education


* 'cake' is being used as a euphemism in this case.. Although having no cake can be just as annoying.. Hm.


[EDIT]
so I casted my pod a little bit.. it sucks but anyway..

because it's my duty to post gory car thingys every six months... ^_^;





While I was at it I found this:


It's very odd... and a TERRIBLE accent. *cringe*

I don't like it.

Eek^2

Mello...

^ That piece of crap in progress.. is my art exam.. bum.
2 hours down, 10 to go...

Have I ever said how awesome my art teacher is? I would have failed by now if it wasnt for her.. And I feel really bad because apparently she's been worried about me... I've 'never been this vacant before'..
Vacant is a nice word..
Hmm...

She's perfect in her own way..... Smoke rings rising to the winter grey...
She's amazing in her own way.. Laughing, you won't get to her weaker traits..

Aah j.e.w .. I'm reliving some of my old music at the moment... good times, good times..
There's also some pretty nifty new music on my ipod that I like closing my eyes and listening to.. it's nice. in a goffic way. I think. I don't really get the 'goth' genre within music.... like clothing and attitude yes.. hmm....
Apologies to those gofficks out there..



Old skool AVRIL!!!!! T IN THE FREAKING PARK!

*I did not just go on a half-hour youtube spree.... oh... wait... yes I did... ^_^; *



Yep, I got to Duke Special somehow... I like him, he is hobo chic.. =)

Ahem.. I should go and do something remotely art exam related.. I'm told I need to 'think backgrounds'

......

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go....

~Over and out there..

Freewheel..

Good non-specified-time,
I really have to remember about this little place.. I think I need someone with a big stick standing over me constantly actually.
Like, it's Easter, so a holiday from school without being a holiday.. As everyone piles the work on as "hey, you'll have loads of time to do it"
NO I do not have all the time to do it... Well okay, I do, but I tend to just sit here doing nothing instead.
Motivation? Anybody? Can someone spare me a dime?
exxaaaaaaactly.

Ho hum..
Dr who is on... Sugar is in it! and she's being somewhat nice..
Mwah ha ha!! giant crabs! awesome...

So this week, whilst not doing any work, i went to portsmouth.. it was faaantastic.. well not so much portsmouth itself as the person i was visiting... i miss making innuendo out of innocence.. and i quite miss that english girl as well.. Hmm..
Question for Cat, if she still reads; when you're in a restaurant or something, do you feel a little uneasy if you're not near a wall? or is it just my craziness? la de da... *tries to dance out of question that will make apparent my weirdness*

Eek... I havne't done enough Art, or any Maths. And Physics hasn't even featured on my mind... oh well..
I've watched dr who and joseph school malarky. that's what counts.. right? no... clearly not..

PORN <- engishface told me to write that... i'm on the phone to her right now. She's being EMO.
I'm trying to convince her to get a blogger account. meh heh heh.... I think I may have succeeded..

Hmm. holidays are mostly over... they were mostly unproductive, but 3 days of them were awesome..

gah i'm going to shup nw before i go off on a tangent that no one really cares to read about...

over and out, innit..

bum

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Here,

-Hip Hop Jesus style

-Not taking antibiotics well

-Bad phone bill

-Vandalising love hearts

"It stops abruptly and is mostly wrong. But I blame that on being delirious." - me, upon handing in a maths past paper.

That was my week...

Neglect

I'm sorry Bloggy...
I have neglected you..
I know this..
And I'm sorry..

So I voted today ^^
Not that it will actually make a difference ever. I voted greeeeeeeeeeeen...
And I don't think anyone really cares who I voted for so I won't continue the list.
Here is where I would normally get all angry about politics. However I watched a spotlight special last night where they had people from the 4 main parties answering questions, and I feel that the TV absorbed most of my anger.

Mmm... I should really be doing English coursework....
I hate the fact that I can't sit down and work.. Everybody else can do it...

Oo.. I have a new voice... sort of...

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And I can breathe! sort of....

I just got me some chocolate milk.... I love that stuff..

Anyway...

How's life?
Exams are getting ever closer.. and I'm starting to get stressed... but this stress is not causing any action.. This links in with my coursework point. I have something stupid like 7 weeks of school left. EVER.
That's weird.

I wacthed Loose Women for the first time the other day. It was INSANE. Like, actually.
Although I did laugh when they used the term "carpet muncher".
Watching it made me nervous.. I think I'm just too cynical about "media". Like, I felt that it was all very... planned... or something..
And the boss one's hair freaked me out.

The puppy dog is HUGE now. He likes my shoes. It frustrates me.. He'll appear with one of my vans in his mouth, looking quite pleased with himself. I'll grab the shoe and tell him to stop being annoying.
2 minutes later, he appears with the other shoe looking very pleased with himself indeed.
He also likes toast.

I am trying to think of interesting things to tell you..
Oo.. the picture that should be at the top of this.. is of a poster in my Maths room. It was made one friday afternoon before open day.. so ages ago.. but it's still up, pride of place. I love that it's displayed..
I guess I would have to explain that in my Maths class there is an anti-surd movement. This covers fractions and constants as well. We argue about it every time it comes up, saying it's pointless and silly.. Physics is much better.. gives proper answers.

I am all out of ideas.
Sorry.

I'm going to finish my chocolate milk now..

~over and udder

1/2 Term

yay..!!
long weekend.. and by long weekend i mean nearly a weeklong weekend.. 4 whole days!

So in school today we hear news of a guy in 4th year who has been suspended for.... wait for it.....

making a death threat to president bush on the fbi website whilst on school computers.

What a great reason to get suspended..
So that was my day.

Yeeasss...
Tonight we are making a great equation,

pizza
+
ribs
+
requiem for a dream
=
good times.

There was/is no point to this post.. I just felt I should make one..

~Over and oot.

Blame Kateface

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Have you seen her stick?
It's really big. Really big.
The volume is fucked. but i guess that means you can listen to the music extra loud ^_^

I still have a cold. Yes, it is the same one from months ago. We have an intimate relationship, ok?
I do talk. But only because of the big stick.
And i talk shite, so don't listen..

Thank you

~over and running away

Mmm Shins..

I have intentions for this to be a long post. However, the probability of that being so is kinda low..
So we'll see..

Anyway, the picture. We were waiting for a friend to get out of French, so as we walked towards the classroom, I saw this and had to stop. I don't understand what the hell is going on (I don't speak German) but it made me laugh (probably because I don't understand what is going on) and feel happy that the universe has been good to me this week. Apart from my immune system, but it never listens anyway.

This week has been pretty nice so far.. I'll give you a wee rundown..

Monday
-"You're all looking pret-ty fine this morning" - Head of Sixth Form
-"I don't wanna be standing here like Rosey No-mates" - Vice Principal
-Maryland cookies in Physics
-Battered sausage supper for lunch (real fooooood!)
-Got my Lnat results.. I got 23 out of 30, which doesn't seem to be too bad. Nice.

Tuesday
-"You have to be aware that people may try to take advantage of you" -Headmaster during assembly for 4th +5th form.
-Wasted an hour trying to find somewhere that could print off a picture within the school grounds.
-My maths teacher wrote 'sex' on the board and didn't notice.
A note was passed that read "She wrote SEX on the board!" I replied "Oh, didn't you know? differentiation is all the rage these days.. long winter nights and all..."
-We then rewrote 'Industry' by The Modern to be mathematical. "You can be my indice...."
This may seem sad.. and it is. But there isn't much for us to do in school. We certainy aren't going to integrate trig functions.
English was fawesome! We got coffee and m&s shortbread biscuits (half dipped in chocolate- oh yeah... you know that's good) and we read some more of the play. The play is supposed to be a tragedy. We find bits of it hilarious. I love the part I'm reading.. aaand I managed to deliver a line with such prefect sleaze that everyone burst out laughing (this is quite a feat for me) and I even got my teacher to laugh properly (she normally rises above such things).
- Watched ep4 of the L Word. I luffed it. With both ear lobes.
-We went out for a Chinese. We made it our challenge to finish the bottle of Southern Comfort that they had to bring out of the storeroom for us. Although I couldn't actually participate because I was the mofo in charge of driving, but them being drunk makes me feel drunk and some ace conversation was had (far too innuendo-ish for the eyes of an innocent bystander)
I didn't get to see the female sumo wrestlers programme, which was disappointing. I have also missed America's Next Top Model s7. Tyraaaaaaaaa! but anyway.

Wednesday
- It's half day Wednesday. What's not cool about that?
- "You are at a time in your life where you are going through a lot of changes, physical changes" - Headmaster, during assembly to 2nd and 3rd form.
- Sex was still on the board in Maths.
-Talked about my essay writing skills (or lack thereof) in English, I have to stop faffing around apparently. 'Faffing' is a technical term. If a teacher uses it, it must be proper.
- Played Experimented with slinky springs in Physics. We were investigating magnetic fields.. and then the effect of combination of slinky springs and stairs. Scientific stuff.
- Went to Virgin Megastores (what a great name, I wonder if foreigners ever get confused) to get our See-Ess-Ess tickets.. and we did.. and it will be the sex.
- Got a ben and jerry's hot fudge sundae (with hot caramel). So much sugar.. *twitch*
- My Shins' album was waiting for me in Mr. Postbox.

And that is as far as the week has gone.
Tomorrow is my school's open night. I automatically get to show people round.. This would probably be fun.. who doesn't get a little excited about running around school after hours? except that it goes on from 5.30 - 9.30. That's too long.. I can't talk to parents for 4 hours.. They'll ask me questions and I won't know answers..
erk.

Ah look.. I'm all out of steam.. And I was gonna evaluate myself and bore you all to death. ho hum.

Better luck next time?

Hearing
Wincing the Night Away - The Shins [Spilt Needles has taken my fancy so far]
The Dream of Evan and Chan - The Postal Service
Helicopter - Bloc Party
Scissor Paper Rock -Architecture In Helsinki
Delirium Trigger - Coheed
Saturday Remix - Rachael Cantu
Boys Wanna Be Her - Peaches

~Over and all out

0_o

hullo.
I am hell.
Also; I think I am a lot more Northern Irish than I realise.. Everytime I go to England I get surprised by how strange the people I meet are. Example; in an Italian restaurant, girl at the table next to us doesn't know what a 'cal-zone' is.. which I guess I can forgive, maybe not all pizza joints in England are as extensive as Guiseppe's.. but then, she goes on to wonder if she can order a chicken caesar salad without the chicken..
...am I missing something?
maybe I never bump into the right people..
Anyhoo.. another thing I have noticed, which I may have mentioned sometime before, is that when most people try to make their voice louder, they make it higher and with more volume.. I tend to make mine lower.. which does not help at all..
*chuckle* Diego just ran into a door..
Oooo, you know what something really pretty is? The sunset, but seen from a plane above the clouds.. it goes on forever..
When I was little, I used to think that if I could just open the plane door I could run about on the clouds.. and it would be like a little world that was all mine..
I still really wish you could walk on clouds.. and jump around on them and lie on them and.. yeah.. somebody give me my cloud world!
Hmm I am going to go and make a new CD for myself..

This post sucks.

I am sorry.

~Over and apologetic

dem bones..

I've decided that photos are a fantastic way to waste some screenspace. So I intend to use quite a few in this post ^_^
That is.. if photobucket will upload them, so I can rotate and shiz..





Anyway. It is Sunday. But there isn't really that much sun. And it is rather nippy out. These environmental factors combined with my immune system (crappy as it is) giving up completely after my exam stress adrenaline ran out.. does not bode well for me..
Symptoms
1) Three mouth ulcers. Three.
2) Head feels like it's in a vice. A vice with jagged jaws.
3) All available sinuses are blocked and sore.
4) Stomach is being picky about the food I put in him- will return anything unsatisfactory.
5) Lung and general chest area are investigating reverb through the medium of coughing.
6) I keep rubbing around my eyes, it was suggested that this may be something to do with #3 and me subconsciously wanting to rub my sinuses to oblivion.. or somewhere similar..

So to cheer myself up, I watched ep1 and 3 of Dirt as well as rewatching ep1 and 2 of Darkplace. If you are wondering why I skipped ep2 of Dirt (which you might be...) it's basically because Paradroid said that there was a gay drug dealer in ep 3, and, y'know, I'm a sucker for gay characters.. most of the time. There seem to be quite a lot in Dirt. By quite a lot I mean 2 or 3(that I noticed). And I thought I might get confused if I didn't watch the first ep to find out what the deal was..It was odd seeing Courtney Cox not being Monica.. but I think she sorta pulled it off.. And also Shannyn Sossamon with long hair.. Anyway, the drug dealer was classy.. I liked the way she said 'shit', 'really...?' and 'narc'. (I'm also a sucker for voices: see Moennig, Katherine)
And Darkplace made me giggle.. There's something about intentionally bad dubbing and flying staplers..
I should really buy the dvd...
"I'll kick your ass so hard you'll be able to build a pool in the foot print"

"A dark door had been opened and it would be hard to close because it was abstract and there weren't any handles."

Ah so today.. I did some art.. If you can call it that.. That is what the pictures are of.. Sometimes I think it would be nice if I drew happy things, like puppies and flowers. I even have a puppy. And yet they wouldn't be as interesting to me as the demented stuff that I do actually come out with. Is that just me?
I guess drawing/painting half-crazed things gives me an excuse for it to be crap..
Picture Ingredients
Acrylic paint
Food colouring
Drawing ink
Mud
Ribs
Brambles
Charcoal
Red thread.




I could say what it's supposed to resemble.. but that would spoil the fun..
Mm.. I just washed my hands... they don't look as if they belong to a murderer anymore..

Hmm... I feel like I'm writing differently.. maybe it's because I'm hungry..

I may just stop now.. As I doubt I'm getting anywhere... I always forget what I was actually going to write about.. Bummer.

~Over and *stomach rumble*

[schmedit]
So today in assembly, the maths department did a presentation.. It was to do with golden ratios (I heard golden showers) and phi and fibonacci sequences et cetera..Which was all fine and good.. until the last slide in the powerpoint came up with the title 'God, the master creator'. I was probably the only person in the hall to stifle laughter and be like, 'whaaat?'
I found it strange.. and as if the maths department had hurredly gone, 'shit!' god!' and just put that slide on at the end.. as if to round it off with a good old 'God did it.'
Anyway, did you know that credit cards and four-fingered kit kats are in the golden ratio?

I wish all Monday mornings amused me so..

Sharp Darts

Diego appears to be sleeping....


But oh no he's not!
He's trying to steal my pen, and get awway with it!


Once aprehended, he huffs..
He didn't want the stupid pen anyway.


Instead, he accosts a sock.
Poor sock.


So puppy has realised he has teeth. And that teeth can bite things quite well..
I came home after my mechanics exam to see my headset on the floor.. strange... the cable doesn't usually stretch that far..
*picks up headset*
Oh. Shit.
Two well chewed ends of wire...
yummy.
I am not very confident in my wiring abilities... so amazon got a booty call.. ^_^
No more playing with vocal settings on garageband for me.. =(

Yargh.

I have my English resit tomorrow.. I have to write 2 essays in 2 hours. This troubles me. I am more of a 'ponder for a few days before writing' kinda gal. Y'know, do some research, talk about it a bit.. then sit down and apply it all.. And what bothers me more, is that I know the play and the poetry that is going to be on the exam.. and I could probably talk about it for an hour. I just can't write about it in the right way. Grrski. And I do kinda really need to pull my marks up... =(
Stupid A-levels.

Maybe if I had to write a random, rambling blog entry which doesn't attract attention.... I'd be a top English student...
Damn the luck..

~Over and essayed out...

Meet Diego/Digby..

Everyone, (probably Cat) this is Diego/Digby...
He is cute.
He is a puppy.
He is cute.
He chews things.
He is cute.
He sleeps sometimes.
He is cute.
He tries to play with my other dog who is ten times bigger than him.
He is cute.
His nose is very small.
He is cute.
He can wag his tail really fast.

I love baby animals.. they're just so cute.. you can never stay angry at them..

Ahem, anyway....
I will be back to beef this out later..

~Over til later..

Computing by candlight..

So romant-....not..

Ahem.. So my lights are off..
Not my electricity as such.. just my lights. Although the 'tricity was off earlier..
Damn weather..
Being all strong and powerful..
Anyway..
Just to prove that I am in fact, using the computer by candlelight.. I took a picture.
It's very surreal.. Technology and well.. not so technology side by side..
And just because I was bored, I labelled bits of the bombsite that is my desk area.. Extra points for recognising unlabelled items!!

Did I mention all the stuff going on with my house yet? Ah well, I'll say it again..
My house.
Is old.
Some bits are older than others.
My house is a hybrid of centuries.
Sometimes I think it's alive.
'Cos it makes noises.
That sound like murderers in the night-time.
Yeah.

So we notice some water coming in the window.. but not through the window, like above it.. as if it's coming through the concrete (crumbs!).
::ring ring:: 'Hello Mr. Builder?' 'Would you like te come and look at me windies?''Grand'**
So Mr. Builder comes and has a look at the windows (and the shed roof which is sorta.. frisky..).
He says there's a little bit of a gap between the window and the wall, hence the water making a break for the comfort of my home.
He comes round the next day and takes off the bits of wood/plastic around the window and what do you know? there's about an inch of nothingness! and at the sides there's a couple of mm gap.. with big holes between the inner and outer walls where the lead weights used to be..
so that's why I freeze my ass off all the time.

Anyway, that was all just boring background.. I woke up today to the sound of hammers and saws and things.. and I come downstairs.. and they're bashing stuff, and destroying it and..
I can't join in =(
because I have revision to do..
And later they move outside and take rooves off and knock pillars down and.. and...
*puppy eyes*
I wanted to..

Stupid Physics.
With its, "Oh I know what will really confuse the fuck out of you, CHEMISTRY!"
Had I wanted to ever see the words 'ionic lattice' again, I would have done Chem.. not Physics.. So don't put it in my exam and then proceed to ask about the SHM it executes, whilst also telling me about it's spring constant.. I mean, WTF?
There are no springs in ionic lattices..

Grr.

At least it's the weekend.. and that brings English and Maths revision.. grrrrrrreeeeat...not....

Oh dude!
Fire is fawesome!
Get a candle.. and something plastic.. and hold the something plastic above the candle.. It's like this invisible force is crushing and tearing it.. I'd forgotten how fun it is.. mmm fumes...

~Over and up in flames

[Spot the pyromaniac]

[Music]
The Sounds - Tony The Beat
Sparklehorse - Knives Of Summertime
Islands - Humans
Regina Spektor - The Hotel Song
Take Me Out - Biffy Clyro
Different Stars - Trespassers William
Cursive- Some Red Handed Sleight Of Hand

** Didn't actually talk like that, I just thought it would add more to the sparse story if I wrote it with some 'local colour'

Call this revision?

^ I do..
heyyyyyy....
balloons!



I should be revising. Physics. Or doing some English essays.. But I'm not "in the zone". I think I have yet to experience this "zone" but when that time comes, I will revise..Honest.

I did write out all of my Module 4 Physics notes last night though. And you know what? I love diagrams.. I love doing them all neatly and shading bits in and labelling them.. and they help me understand things so much better, eg. I now understand the graphical treatment of SHM.. [that sounds so awesomely like a sort of sexually deviant disease.. ^^,]
And I also love stupid diagrams as well.. like drawing a diagram of how something works/happens in layman's terms. Like, I dunno, a diagram of someone's FACE, yo.
Lists also kick ass too.. It's like, I'm totally unprepared for these exams, but if I make a list about it, then it's totally ok. I have a big list of things I need to revise and it doesn't matter that I haven't been able to tick one off [eyyyyy is anyone else getting my subconcious' innuendoes?] yet because I have a list.. I know that makes no sense.. Neither do I, so we're good. Good?

Do you know what a pretty great game to play is? Mr. Painfree.
Have you ever played it? You should, especially if you enjoy running with your imagination. You will need someone else to play it with. And a piece of paper. And a pen. If you want to be clever, two different coloured pens. If you want to be sophisticated, an assortment of writing implements.
You start off by drawing a stickman in the middle of a page. He has to be wearing a hat. Any kind of hat, but a hat.
This is Mr. Painfree.
One of you has to try and kill him.
The other has to thwart the assassination attempts.
How is this done?
Well.
The person trying to kill Mr. Painfree, draws something on the page like a missile.
Then the person saving Mr. Painfree either draws something to stop the missile, or changes the original drawing to something non-fatal..
It is a lot simpler and more fun than it sounds, you can get really wacky with it..
Here is an example:


Technically, you are not supposed to be able to draw anything on Mr. Painfree, but that went out the window in this^ game.
Anyway, play it sometime.

Hmm.. my mum just came home with two bags full of dresses for me.. which is great.. except I don't really suit dresses.. but I will save that for some other time..

It's Wednesday, it's all downhill from here.. So enjoy it ^^,

~Over and out

Music That Made This Post
Stars - Counting Stars On The Ceiling
The Sounds - Queen Of Apology
Tegan & Sara -Superstar
Michelle Branch - Are You Happy Now?
Cursive - Into The Fold
Brand New - Degausser
Tegan & Sara - Hype
Viva Voce - From The Devil Himself
Cursive - Art Is Hard
Architecture In Helsinki - Do The Whirlwind

[Did you really read all of this? I'm impressed]

So yeah...

mmm... Monday Monday Monday...
Mundane!

First day back at school today.. eek.
I am not used to being awake when it's still dark.. And I can't pay attention to anything until about lunch time..
However, one thing I learnt today was the purpose of a button on my calculator..
In Physics, we were suddenly told about the ENG button.. Which makes life soooo much easier when you're playing about with things that are x10^n. Why didn't they tell us about this button before?! Y'know when everyone was really confused about the subject years ago?
...
Yeah.. I'm talking about a calculator button, I'm that cool...


So anyway, it's about 8pm, feels like it should be 11. Grr. School is messin' with my internal timing.
We watched the Age of Innocence again in English... After a minute, we remembered why we didn't watch it in the first place.. So my friends and I resumed our watching-it-with-murder-conspiracy-in-mind attitude to make it go by quicker. It didn't work. But it was still fun to say things like "I will murder you" in stage whispers after the character spoke.. They all talk like psychopaths.. and whenever anybody cuts a cigar, the music goes all murder plot like.

Mm.. I need a life..

Maybe posting a picture will help =)



I may be in that photo.. or I may be the one taking it.. you decide..

You know what is really annoying? Whenever I'm not trying to type stuff on this blog, I think of things that would be ok to type.. but then I forget them and this whole thing ends up sucking and being random. =(

I might just stop. And start to write things down. Obsessively.

Aaaah.. Art tomorrow.. That means I have to bring my work in, you know.. the work I haven't done.. apart from those two canvases which my teacher will dislike. Maybe I can distract her with Cam talk.. yeeeeeaaaaasss....

~Oh-ver and ow-t

Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong.. It's too far gone..These sheets tell of regret.. I admit that I'm just a fool for you... I am just a fool for you..
..Here is where we both go wrong..


[ed] p.s-
Guess what? Thanks to the doctor.. I get to do something called the Salt Water Sniffs... I wish I could video my first attempt at it..

G'Afternoon..

bonjour...
eeek...
[moan]I'm an adult... I don't like it..
And Christmas holidays are nearly over..well technically I suppose they are over, seeing as it's the weekend now.. but anyway.
I still haven't done any revision.. but now it's sort of important.. You see, now I have fooled some smart people into offering me a place, but they, being smart people, have specified which subjects I have to get As in. One of them is English =(
I SUCK at English exams.. really. I do.
Why is something good never straightforward?
[/moan]

So anyhoo.. have I ever mentioned how much I heart thumbholes? I have some in the hoody I am wearing right now and they're great.
They keep the main part of my hands warm while I type.
If I'm cooking, I don't need a teatowel to lift up a pan.
I can pretend I have mini-boxing gloves on..
They make me feel more snuggled.
If you don't put your thumbs through them, they are little windows for your watch.

That's all I can think of right now about thumbholes..

mmm here's a question... If I were to go somewhere this summer, should I go to Canada or mainland Europe?

aand now I'm being told I have to go and sort various horses out.. they are funny things.

~Over and off..
"Life is too short to stuff a mushroom"

...

^You may have to turn your head sideways, I'm not sure quite how blogger is gonna roll with the orientation of this photo.. Mind you, it will probably look better the wrong way round. Hum.

Things I have learnt today:
Food colouring could probably be an alternative to tattoo ink/ clothes dye.
PVA glue being on the floor is never a good idea.
Trying to avoid walking on a certain part of your shoe is difficult.
Throwing food colouring is mega-über-fun..
Trying to define shapes without wrecking their qualities is tricky business.
The price of a North America Rail Pass is $1054.
The time it takes to get from Toronto to Vancouver by train is 3 days, 2 hours and some minutes.
The UK tax me £94 pounds to get a long haul flight.
Canada taxes me... 43p.
The idea that exercising when you have funky lungs will help clear them is not true. It will make you fall over in a spluttering heap.
Skype has a wider vocal range than I do.

~Over and easy..

Shiiiny..

"So this is the new year.. and I don't feel any different.."

Eeeek!
It's 2007! that sounds awfully old.. 2006 sounded kinda young, funky and friendly.. 2007 sounds scary..
Perhaps that's because I will actually have to grow up during the course of it, I'm not really sure..
But at least the French agreed with me and tried to say "Non" to 2007..

So what did I do last night? Why I watched Withnail & I and got a tad tipsy... I love Withnail & I. R.E. Grant is superb.. and I really love his coat. I would perhaps even say I heart it..

Here are some quotes, they probably won't be as funny out of context but oh well..:
"I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight"
"I have a heart condition. If you hit me, it's murder."
" Look at that. "Accident Blackspot"? These aren't accidents. They're throwing themselves into the road gladly. Throwing themselves into the road to escape all this hideousness."
"I must say, that represents a level of hypocrisy in you that I'd previously suspected, but not noticed due to your highly evasive skills."

Mm.. that's taken up a good wee bit of space..

So yes, New Year's eve/ morning was not what I expected due to a few things... Mostly, the weather.
There's something about watching a heavy roof being lifted up by moving air that makes me not want to go out. Especially when one of your car's headlights decides to go on holiday. Aaand when going out in any direction means encountering either numerous trees, or waves. (I'm paranoid about trees falling on me and waves crashing on your car's windscreen aint too great for the visibility)
Next year, somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere methinks.. or at least somewhere warm with no wind gale chill.

As for resolutions, I don't have any. Well I do, but they're not new and so don't really count..

I will soon be an adult. I still look like a 15yo. This does not equate well.. I wish I had style. You know, movie style. Where you can wear anything and still look fantastic.
I will be able to vote. but for who? I don't like NI's politicians. Can I just pick some people that I like instead?

I have exams soon. Like 11 days soon. This worries me a great deal. However, I have done NOTHING about it. Why is this?
Will being an adult make me more able to motivate myself and actually do things, instead of just hiding behind a cushion until they go away?

This is all I can think of blabbering about right now.. Will bebacksoon..

Over and oot..