Okay, this IT 'lesson' is really good so far. I mean, the class are all in their RE exam, but my RS class, because we took the whole GCSE, are all in one room. I just checked, and FF.Net and LJ are BOTH permitted by the server robots this week. Joy! :D
So, yeah, I have an hour to blog, search for FF, write, and listen to Tom and Jenny swear over Pac Man. Life is good!
Wow, there is a 5-year-old Labyrinth comm on LJ... how did I not know about this?! *signs up*... and there's probably a new GND (yay, because last week there was a rather *interesting* development... SQUEE!), but unfortunaly, while FF.Net and Lj are not blocked, DevART is. What the hell??
Wikkid.X and everyone are still in the exam... I just realized, I'm on this site proper! I don't have to cut+paste or anything! Yay!
I'm rereading the Secret Countess for, like, the 10th time. I'm serious, I know some bits off by heart, but I still never get sick of it. And yeah, the title sounds a bit... iffy, but it's by Eva Ibbottson, and it's got things like Eugenics, horrible war injuries and lots of UST, so it's good. I think I'm becoming obsessed with Russia, especially pre-revolututionary Russia. One more place that'll be nuked before I get to visit. Ah well. I think I'll search for Countess ff. You never know.
Nope. I guess it's not popular or interesting enough to spawn any sequels or anything. I think it's a bit rich of some of those authors who say, in the FF privacy policy, that they don't want FF written about their books. It's a bit selfish, really, and stupid. Labyrinth has been kept alive through FF, as has Star Trek. It's the only sure way that a book won't be forgotten: through fans. (Mien Kampf doesn't count... famous for evil, not merit.)
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Everything else...
Alright, so everything from Paris onwards... okay...
Well, first there was the family holiday in Barcelona. Now, apart from a load of teenage angst, there's not much to tell, except for how I hate the heat, so Dubai and Sri Lanka (the Big Holiday) Is gonna be pretty damn difficult.
The Expedition was awesome! We walked miles, over hill and over vale, and ate chocolate and nuts, and sang "She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain" with numerous bawdy and DoE related verses as we literally came around the mountain.
We ate *hot* boil in the bag, played cards, sang the "Plebeian" song, danced around a bonfire, watched Army Man throw meths on the fire, watched Mr. Scouse Lisp get pwned by Army Man, then played about some more in front of an amazig sunset.
We then got lost on the way home. But hey, c'est la vie.
Since then there have been stressful exams and coursework, but nothing else really to reposrt, other than Wikkid.X and I are entered in the school Solo music concert. She's playing Vanessa Carlton on the piano, and I'm singing along.
I'll let you know how that goes. :D
Also, Amy MacDonald rocks!
Well, first there was the family holiday in Barcelona. Now, apart from a load of teenage angst, there's not much to tell, except for how I hate the heat, so Dubai and Sri Lanka (the Big Holiday) Is gonna be pretty damn difficult.
The Expedition was awesome! We walked miles, over hill and over vale, and ate chocolate and nuts, and sang "She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain" with numerous bawdy and DoE related verses as we literally came around the mountain.
We ate *hot* boil in the bag, played cards, sang the "Plebeian" song, danced around a bonfire, watched Army Man throw meths on the fire, watched Mr. Scouse Lisp get pwned by Army Man, then played about some more in front of an amazig sunset.
We then got lost on the way home. But hey, c'est la vie.
Since then there have been stressful exams and coursework, but nothing else really to reposrt, other than Wikkid.X and I are entered in the school Solo music concert. She's playing Vanessa Carlton on the piano, and I'm singing along.
I'll let you know how that goes. :D
Also, Amy MacDonald rocks!
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Work Experience and Paris
Okay, where to start...
Right, well first, I hate small children. I mean, okay, they LOOK all sweet and cute and innocent, but I swear they're evil.
Okay, maybe not, but I know that they can at least smell fear. I sat in that corner for ten minutes, watching those kids pick their work experience lackeys to follow around, and feeling rejected, for over ten minutes that first day of work experience. I'm sure that if I knew the kids, or there were less of them, or they were, you know, related to me, then I would be fine. I still wouldn't mind babysitting or whatever, just so long as I was being payed.
But I am NEVER becoming a nursery nurse. I think that there are just too many ways to screw those poor children up, and I don't think I can handle that kind of power. :D
Right, second, PARIS WAS AWESOME. First day, we got there in the evening, and (after dinner) walked to Notre Dame. Paris is so beautiful by night, I actually got to walk along the Seine singing "On My Own"! And there were these amazing fire guys there who we watched, who then started to throw fireworks and be generally awesome.
The beds were really comfy, which was a relief. The quality of the hotel is actually kind of important, so it was nice that we had nice beds (which tried to eat Megan... long story) and a decent breakfast.
The next day, we went to (and got lost trying to find) and massive, generic shopping centre in the business sector, La Defence. I wore my lovely turquoise summer dress, knowing that my mother would probably disapprove, so of COURSE it started to rain after lunch (outside posh McDonalds in the sun, in sight of the amazing 4th-dimentional building). We then went up the Tour D'Eiffel, on the cloudiest part of the week, and got an amazing view of Paris. I signed the side of the billboard type thing, so I really hope someone internetty sees that 'zotlot was here'. I also got a very classy black tea mug, which I use every day now.
We skipped Ms. K's suggestion of walking down from the second level, and got the lift back down to ground level. We went and bought 'Paris' t-shirts in a rather reasonable shop. We went back and chilled in the hotel for a bit, and I discovered exactly how vain I can be (yeah, the days of 'who cares how I look', 'dressing up is so anti-feminist', wearing baggy t-shirts and no make-up are loooong gone...). The bed ate Megan again, and I tried to read 'Polgara the Sorceress' in french, while Claire read 'Harry Potter'... again, in french (and way faster than me... I'm just saying...)
We went bowling that evening, after having a rather intresting conversation about a certain event which may or may not feature in Claire's future (she refutes it, but it so happened) and I discovered that vanity is one thing, but there is, in fact, a reason why they're called 'Killer' heels. I HATE HEELS, there, I said it. I didn't know the bowling alley could only be reached by metro. If I had, I would have worn connies or flats.
Ah well, I got used to it pretty quick, and enjoyed the sight of Ms. K, Miss. G, Mr. M and Mr. G (not related to Miss G btw) getting hammered. Well, Miss G got hammered, Ms K got drunk, Mr. M was tipsy, and Mr. G's bald head went red(der than usual). Miss G eventually ended up putting Ms. K in a HEADLOCK on the Paris pavement, after Ms K had given us a ten-minute infomercial on the joys of a French degree at Uni. We then walked to McDonalds (regular, not posh) where Ms K could be heard for miles around sssllluuurrring "French is so diiiirty"... with examples.
People were staring. Well, I wish that was true, but Paris on a Satruday night? Well, Ms K wasn't totally lying, that's all I can say.
We were up at 7:30 the next morning (thanks Megs) and we deeply regretted allowing trained, resonsable adults to keep us up till midnight the night before. We did Sacre Coeur, Momatre (on Sunday morning for a reason) and then had lunch at the Pompadou Centre. We ARE the Girl Geeks, representin'! We went in, of our on volition, and fooled someone into thinking we were FRENCH, to look at modern art (and say "I could so do that"... even with my art skillz, I reckon I could paint 'monochrome blue'... what a RIP OFF). We then ate crepes (Megan) a sandwich (Claire) and a delicious cheesy hotdog (all me...) in the shade, analyzed the complex social structures of our school, and indulged in gorgeous ice cream. The high point, I'm telling you.
Okay, I can see why Wikkid. X shortened this to two part-post. So, to sum up, Disney Land was a joke, bright, very, very sunny/hot, and so cheesy and sugar-coated I swear I had a cavety. We did go on Thunder Mountain... twice, ate a disgusting 'italian' meal, had a huge fight (Me vs Megan) made up, and ate toffee apples in 'Alice's Labyrinth' (yeah, me=yay!)... not in that order.
I slept the way home, through a lightning storm, and everyone was cranky when we got home.
Coming soon: DoE, Barcelona, and why I hate exams
Thank you, and good night.
Right, well first, I hate small children. I mean, okay, they LOOK all sweet and cute and innocent, but I swear they're evil.
Okay, maybe not, but I know that they can at least smell fear. I sat in that corner for ten minutes, watching those kids pick their work experience lackeys to follow around, and feeling rejected, for over ten minutes that first day of work experience. I'm sure that if I knew the kids, or there were less of them, or they were, you know, related to me, then I would be fine. I still wouldn't mind babysitting or whatever, just so long as I was being payed.
But I am NEVER becoming a nursery nurse. I think that there are just too many ways to screw those poor children up, and I don't think I can handle that kind of power. :D
Right, second, PARIS WAS AWESOME. First day, we got there in the evening, and (after dinner) walked to Notre Dame. Paris is so beautiful by night, I actually got to walk along the Seine singing "On My Own"! And there were these amazing fire guys there who we watched, who then started to throw fireworks and be generally awesome.
The beds were really comfy, which was a relief. The quality of the hotel is actually kind of important, so it was nice that we had nice beds (which tried to eat Megan... long story) and a decent breakfast.
The next day, we went to (and got lost trying to find) and massive, generic shopping centre in the business sector, La Defence. I wore my lovely turquoise summer dress, knowing that my mother would probably disapprove, so of COURSE it started to rain after lunch (outside posh McDonalds in the sun, in sight of the amazing 4th-dimentional building). We then went up the Tour D'Eiffel, on the cloudiest part of the week, and got an amazing view of Paris. I signed the side of the billboard type thing, so I really hope someone internetty sees that 'zotlot was here'. I also got a very classy black tea mug, which I use every day now.
We skipped Ms. K's suggestion of walking down from the second level, and got the lift back down to ground level. We went and bought 'Paris' t-shirts in a rather reasonable shop. We went back and chilled in the hotel for a bit, and I discovered exactly how vain I can be (yeah, the days of 'who cares how I look', 'dressing up is so anti-feminist', wearing baggy t-shirts and no make-up are loooong gone...). The bed ate Megan again, and I tried to read 'Polgara the Sorceress' in french, while Claire read 'Harry Potter'... again, in french (and way faster than me... I'm just saying...)
We went bowling that evening, after having a rather intresting conversation about a certain event which may or may not feature in Claire's future (she refutes it, but it so happened) and I discovered that vanity is one thing, but there is, in fact, a reason why they're called 'Killer' heels. I HATE HEELS, there, I said it. I didn't know the bowling alley could only be reached by metro. If I had, I would have worn connies or flats.
Ah well, I got used to it pretty quick, and enjoyed the sight of Ms. K, Miss. G, Mr. M and Mr. G (not related to Miss G btw) getting hammered. Well, Miss G got hammered, Ms K got drunk, Mr. M was tipsy, and Mr. G's bald head went red(der than usual). Miss G eventually ended up putting Ms. K in a HEADLOCK on the Paris pavement, after Ms K had given us a ten-minute infomercial on the joys of a French degree at Uni. We then walked to McDonalds (regular, not posh) where Ms K could be heard for miles around sssllluuurrring "French is so diiiirty"... with examples.
People were staring. Well, I wish that was true, but Paris on a Satruday night? Well, Ms K wasn't totally lying, that's all I can say.
We were up at 7:30 the next morning (thanks Megs) and we deeply regretted allowing trained, resonsable adults to keep us up till midnight the night before. We did Sacre Coeur, Momatre (on Sunday morning for a reason) and then had lunch at the Pompadou Centre. We ARE the Girl Geeks, representin'! We went in, of our on volition, and fooled someone into thinking we were FRENCH, to look at modern art (and say "I could so do that"... even with my art skillz, I reckon I could paint 'monochrome blue'... what a RIP OFF). We then ate crepes (Megan) a sandwich (Claire) and a delicious cheesy hotdog (all me...) in the shade, analyzed the complex social structures of our school, and indulged in gorgeous ice cream. The high point, I'm telling you.
Okay, I can see why Wikkid. X shortened this to two part-post. So, to sum up, Disney Land was a joke, bright, very, very sunny/hot, and so cheesy and sugar-coated I swear I had a cavety. We did go on Thunder Mountain... twice, ate a disgusting 'italian' meal, had a huge fight (Me vs Megan) made up, and ate toffee apples in 'Alice's Labyrinth' (yeah, me=yay!)... not in that order.
I slept the way home, through a lightning storm, and everyone was cranky when we got home.
Coming soon: DoE, Barcelona, and why I hate exams
Thank you, and good night.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
IT... again
Okay, do I really have to say how boring this 'lesson' is? I've said it before, and I'll say it again... I hate IT.
What's more, Megan, who's sat next to me, took a full IT GCSE this year, with a different exam board. Apparently, she could have used these lessons to catch up, but instead she wasted time doing this crappier, lesser GCSE, thanks to our teacher. C'mon, that deserves a slow, sarcastic clap.
Said teacher is currently sat at HIS computer, browsing some bargain outdoor-world style shop. I have to keep one eye on him - thanks to the tell-tale bar at the bottom of the screen, even on my work page you can see 'blogger' in bright white letters.
Thanks Bill Gates, thanks a whole damn lot.
Right, rant over... it feels strange that I can't see Wikkid.x's screen from here (she's opposite me, so there is a lot of beeping hardware in the way). So I can't tell you if she's blogging too. However, since I think she makes up about 30% of my reader-base, I shouldn't worry.
There, draft saved. Now, I can click off this screen at any time, and then pick up where I left off.
I lost a compass on DoE, so he had to call me over and interrogate me about it. I really don't like being called by my surname. It's like, hey, I have a first name. And I know he knows it, I was in his yr8 class. Git.
Megan's reading as I type. And now whispering to Wikkid.X, who is apparently blogging too. Well, migrating, probably, but still.
Lalalalalalalalala... I think I should change the name of this blog. I always get 'Paper Bag' by Anna Nalick stuck in my head while I'm blogging.
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