Jamie Oliver eat my bolognese

Oh, what fun I had at lunch, hoisting Shaky Jake up the wall. Or trying to, and simply not being heavy enough. That makes me sound like I was on my bill. I was the one who wasn't heavy enough, but we all tried to hoist him up. This is going nowhere.

Moving on, I'm doing my GCSE music ensemble performance tomorrow. And hopefully I won't have to do it again.

Yeah, at least I posted.

Jacket-on-jacket-off

The kids at FLT
Were putting on a show
It was called the Saturday Showcase
But that you already know.

And that was how our poem started. It was a Geoff-poem. 'Cause we're that cool. No, really, we are. Then we had pizza. Then we sang, on Singstar. Then we went home.

I was well impressed with myself yesterday: I eventually managed to make an animated .GIF of me and Rach going "Jacket on, jacket off". It's quite amazing.

Crazy days today. Crazy day? Shut up. I went to orchestra. Pfft. Then rushed home, grabbed some crisps and set out for Beavers. Looked through the mass of things I have to do for Platinum and Diamond Awards, then Rachel and I devised a genius master-plan of what I'm going to do. Like arrange a trip to a synagogue, and find a foreign colony we can be pen-pals with.

I'll leave it at that for my first post in way too long.

Death by Pine Fresh

I was camping with Explorers this weekend, for the first time in a long one. And there were these fantasy role-play people there, who dressed up in medieval costume and hit each other with plastic swords. Oh, the fun we had mocking them.

And the Pine Fresh. We had no washing-up liquid, we had Pine Fresh. It's industrial strength floor cleaner that Niall found in the Church tower a while ago. We convinced Joanne that because she touched it her finger's going to fall off when she's ninety. But it's damn good for soaping dixies.

I'll return later.

Why is my title so small?

I opened up Word, and all the writing was ridiculously small. I had to zoom in.

First a note about Stephen Fry [spelt correctly this time]. He said on QI something about a centipede having more legs or "less legs" than one hundred. This appalled me.

Now about today. Yesterday I was shit-bored. And lonely. But today Jonny came round, and then tried to go home in preparation of his gardening appointment somewhere in Eccles. But his tyre was flat, and said bike is now in my shed. He cadged 70p off some random woman and got the bus from the top of the road. And is probably still in Eccles …
Oh dear.
Then I went for a walk with Delaney. Which was nice. But cold. We walked all the way to Little Lever, only to realize that everywhere decent was closed at six o'clock on Sunday. I bought some dodgy Custard Creams [never buy Co-Op's Custard Creams] and we frozzed our way home. That is to say, it was chilly.

Upon arriving home I watched this thing on BBC3, had soup and ham sandwiches, then started watching QI. All night on Dave. It's mintt.

And that's it. =D.

Matty got mashed

Haha, he did as well.

Quotes from yesterday:-

Beavis: What do you mean? I send loads of texts!
Me: Yeah, but you never receive any.

Mike: (trying to be annoying) What book are you reading?
Beavis: (trying to be clever) It's called "Sam Is Gay"
Me: His name's Mike, not Sam.

Oh, that was a day.

Then today Sean got into a bit of a fight with Matty who goes on our coach. It was rather a spectacle for our form. But as I passed the Sam mentioned accidentally above, he said
"did you see that? … Matty got mashed".

Then, at Farnworth, Rach was talking about history, and Becy said
"you're too stuck in the past. Aren't you supposed to learn about the future in history? … That sounded right in my head. What's the subject where you learn about the future?". Eee, she's a funny one. Claudia Pinklewink =D.

There we go, I'll call that a day. Well, two days.

Ethanol - Part 2

Ethanol, as well as being flammable, is also highly intoxicating. As proved by our antics last night. But when I smelled the vodka, I could smell the flammable chemical I’d been throwing around the lab that morning, and wasn’t particularly inclined to pour it down my gullet. But I was forced to, and soon found myself sat on a chair. And for some reason, Kath gave me some ice wrapped in a teatowel, which I pointed out was useless anyway. God knows what happened after that, but it involved me being topless. And so I stayed until sometime this morning.
So that was Nick’s party. (Y)

Ethanol – Part 1

Saturday was Open Morning, which is like open evening, but in the morning. I spent most of my time in chemistry, and the rest of it wandering round aimlessly. By far the most interesting point was when Beavis was spraying salts dissolved in ethanol into a flame to make it change colour. And the spray went backwards a bit, and burned his hand. So he dropped the bottle, throwing flaming ethanol all over the floor. He then picked up the bottle and placed it upside-sown in the sink, filling the sink with flames. Then we got the fire extinguisher out. Oh the hilarity. Then it had to be refilled anyway, so we just sprayed it around the lab.

Then I got changed and went into Manchester, and bought some presents and thread and cork circles. Then I went home, and on to Nick's party.

Here’s one we made earlier

Yesterday Maura came round to my house. We baked a cake. Then after lunch we made a bag, 'cause Maura no longer wears a blazer, so she needed something to put stuff in. It was a truly amazing feat of needlework. Then as she left the house today the strap broke off. And while we were doing all this various people got updates on the webcam. Oh, it was fun.

Another post I haven't posted on the right day. Grrrr.

Trains and I are not happy with each other

Does that make sense?
I was waiting at Kearsley station today (pronounced Kersley, not Keersley, stupid Chavs (and Radio 2 traffic people)) and the train arrives. It is full. The conductor is squeezed out and tells us that there's no room. So we squeeze in at the other end. What an enjoyable journey that was. We eventually arrived at Salford Central and I got off there, because
1. That and the next stop were equally far from where I thought my destination was
2. I couldn't face another three minutes on there
and 3. there was no way I was paying for that journey.
And on the way home, I just about caught the train, and the ticket person got to me just before we arrived at "Keersley", where the stupid chavs stood in the doorway, and I had to part with £1.30.

I've written so much about trains that I haven't got enough impetus or space to do today's antics justice. Maybe later.

As clear as tea

Oh, and Beavis smells of gay, so that you all know.

Right, the title. Well, in biology today, we brewed up. (We always start answers to biology questions with "well"). Then we filled test tubes with tea. No, not test tubes, colorimeter tubes. Then we got a machine to see how clear our tea was. All in the name of biology. Told you bio pracs were all piss-ups.

 

Drama was a laugh and a half. Me and Rach went taking pictures. And we went upstairs and Rach put a red thing on and I got a top hat, then Gemma came looking for us. =[.

 

Where was I?

1. At the end of year nine I chose Latin, Greek, Music and Drama as my GCSE options
   
2. I want a top hat
   
3. I'm well crap at posting something I've written that day.
   

Now for today's post.

Pizzi-fucking-cato

I decided I'd put Pandora on, and it was set to The Holloways. It played Generator by them, then a nice little song, then Must Have Done Something Right by Relient K came on. That made me very happy.

 

Yeah, that was about as exciting as yesterday got.

But today, well. I can't remember much before orchestra. I sat next to David, because I needed someone to guide me through the whole experience. He was totally useless. I totally ditched Sanjay, but he looked like he was doing better than I was anyway. And the two wenches in front of us! Oh, it was a right lark.

 

Back to the hundred things.

1. I often doubt myself
   
2. I am often confident in myself
   
3. Everything is based on opposites
   
4. Nothing is based on opposites
   
5. Simple things amuse me
   
6. I can't do graphs
   
7. I'm intending to draw several now
   
8. I procrastinate too much
   
9. I repeat myself
   
10. It's for effect.
    
11. I like Robbie Williams (Y)
    
12. My usual [ha!] slick patter is grinding to a halt.
    
13. I like to take pictures
    
14. I play piano
    
15. And violin
    
16. And I attempt to sing, often
    
17. I don't want to break on a random number like 26
    
18. Or 27
    
19. I am occasionally photogenic
    
20. More often, I am not. Or so I think.
    
21. I am very conscious about my image.
    
22. I can quite happily finish on 32.

It was cold

It was cold, because it won't let me use italics in the title.

Rick said it wasn't that cold. He lied. I had shorts on, but that's not the point. We went climbing. It was fun. But very cold.

Microsoft Word. Doesn't allow incomplete. Sentences. Green underlines. Grrrr. Ooh, a red one now.

 

Oh, the hundred facts about me.

Ummm

1. I procrastinate way too much.
   
2. I like it when Word automatically puts a 2 on the next line.
   
3. I have trouble remembering my left and right.
   
4. This list will be nowhere near as well-crafted as Maura's.
   
5. Mostly because I am tired, as I often am.
   
6. I think I have already run out of things to say.
   
7. I shall carry on regardless.
   
8. I struggle with making up things to say on the spot.
   
9. I'm not going to make it to a hundred.
   
10. I am, but it will take a while.
    

There we go, I managed ten. Now I need some sleep, after all the strenuous climbing I've been doing.

Pylons&&Bridges

I went on a photo-taking walk today. Along the canal, past a lot of random people, then round over the bridge and back home. That makes it sound short, but it was a long way, and I was gone about two hours. And I took 89 pictures. (Y)
And I kept seeing the same five or six people on their bikes. One of them was Tom Burgess. Oh, what a weird moment that was on the bridge.

Maura told me to put the pictures up on here, so I'm about to figure out how. Shouldn't be too difficult.
Ah, there's a button specifically for it. How convenient.

Grass and water from bridge.
Hue slightly altered. Purple water (Y).

This looks a bit rubbish in greyscale actually.

I proper like this one.
1. It's dead good
2. It's like the logo on my old school uniform

This the tree outside Stromboli's house.
It's the weirdest tree ever.

There we go, four of the 89 I took. Most of them were alright, actually. I was quite impressed. Now I need to get a decent camera.

Maura also told me to write 100 facts about myself. I'll do this in instalments, which is a word I have problems typing.

This will commence next post. Remind me.

Mind you, next post could be tonight.

I have a new version of Firefox, which is exactly the same as the old one, except it won't let me use any of the add-ons I need to operate. Stupidness.

And away.

I couldn't think of an appropriate title, and it's too late now.

I would like to start with a quote, from Toryn's leftie anarchist Facebook group, of which I am now Shadow Fashion Minister.
"the tories are taking an absolute hammering in the poles". This conjured up images of people in blue ties looking rejected outside an igloo.

There are so many things I shoulda coulda woulda written in this blog, if only I had the time. As it is, I'm barely managing to type in a straight line, and ought to be carried off to bed.

Thoughts currently wombling around my brain:-
Kath threw salad all over Susanna.
I got up at three today.
The play has finished.
I'm about to watch Casualty.

That's about all my mind can handle at the moment. Further information may follow.

I hate English

But I'll come back to that. It would seem that I haven't posted in rather a while, and the reason I'm writing this now is to postpone making a start on my English homework. I'm typing this into Microsoft Word 2007, and it should appear on my blog without me having to go there at all. It's truly marvelous. And Word just corrected me by changing marvellous to marvelous. That word looks evil now. It is evil. Forget I ever said it.

 

Quote of the Day

[Friday]

Jonny: I'm on a right bender today.

Apparently this meant he was having a bad day. But we wonder …

I should post more often, then I won't forget them before I get round to writing them down.

 

Right, English. English homework. Essay on Lord of the Flies, for no good reason. It's ten o'clock and I haven't finished it. I didn't exactly start until not long ago, but that's not the point.

There, rant over. In fact, that wasn't even a rant. I'll go write a section about Jack Merridew, then go to bed. Woop.

Like Jackass, but shitter

First day back at school =/
Alright, but a waste of a day. We did nothing all morning, except timetables which took ten minutes. Lunch was just silly. Drama was a pile of shite, and bio was rather boring.

But, Explorers todayy. I walked down with Chris and Sam, and found Niall already there, with a fire, obv. We found a tent, and a trolley with working wheels. So we made a runway out of ex-tables and wheeled each other along it. Then we had a trolley rave, and Erin videoed most of it. My bit made the best filmage, obviously. Then we did some genius planning of what we're going to do, took some mintt pictures, then went off. Niall and I were going to walk along the path, 'cause we're well cool. So Niall said "I spit on your car" and promptly fell over a huge mound of tarmac. Oh, the hilarity.

Unpicking my history

I just posted a blank post =/

My beautiful hair is gone. I look like a pubescent seven-year-old. I had to have it cut for The Winslow Boy. But now I look too young for the part. Grrr.

I'm de-badging my Cub jumper, so I can pu tthem on my blanket, hence the somewhat overly profound title.

Eee, blogging at muchtime. No more of that, from tomorrow. =[. Lunch? Good idea. Now, I have Sims to attend to.

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Now playing: Rent - La Vie Boheme
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I have no hair

I need to stop saying "top" in TOPMAN

"...So Rach sent me it."
"Mint?"
"Yes, mintt"
"No, do you want one?"
Lolzz

So I bought some shoes and an umbrella (Y). That's the important bit. But I needed some money to get these shoes. So I walked over to Fountain Street where my Dad works. He was not there, so I sat with Gina and Ian and Paul for a bit. Then we decided we wuold go and look for him, and as we were about to go down in the lift, he came out of it, and the day was saved. Hurrah!

And today, Jonny rode his bike into a tree. Oh yes, he did. Well, it was more of a big bush.



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The theatre waits for no-one !

So we went to watch High School Musical, 'cause most of the drama people I know were in it. We picked Erin up, 'cause we're so nice. Then we got there and ate the Fruit Pastilles and the Twix before it even started. Typical.
And Dave, who played Troy ...

Sub-post about Dave
Basically, phwoaarr. He was fit as. But apparently he's 18. I think it's a lie: he was shorter than me [I think]. He looked about 15/16. And isn't joining the company. Phucker.

Too many of my posts have swearing in. Yeah, two. I should censor them. Haha, I only just realised that I spelt fucker with a ph. LOLZOIDZ.

Erin was telling me all about these people who used to go to her school, and were there. Like the one who was "scary. Throw-bricks-at-you scary." We went outside during the interval, after I waited for ages for Erin, who was in the loo queue, to talk to Kath and Rach. But they weren't there. So we stood in the cold, and practiced Shakespeare.
Oh, the fun.

Everyone ignored Erin. I think it was her amazingly cool new hair, and nobody recognised her. It is amazingly cool.

At The Howcroft today, where we had lunch, there were lot sof old people playing bowls. One woman was trying to get out from the picnic table thing, and announceed to everyone that she was having great difficulty getting her leg over. I found it quite amusing.

It's been a pretty fun day. And I'm going to bed [relatively] early. Like real soon.

We're sooaaaarin', flyyyyyin' ...


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Caution! Careless use of matches could set fire to this furniture

So I'm making a bean bag. This could be interesting.
I went to Hab-Fab and got some lovely blue material. And some muslin, and tracing paper, and a zip, and thread, aaand a new twin needle. So I can finish my t-shirt, then start on the bean bag.

I just looked at my MySpace profile, and my Factoriser said
Alistair had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Alistair went, the lamb was sure to go. So Alistair killed it. It made me lol.

FUCKING HELL. The new twin needle just fucking broke.

New IKEA catalogue !

Gemma: Kim, just see if that's recording. No, on the machine
Stevie: Yeah!
Gemma: Really?
Stevie: Yeah, there's pause, play and record.

Total lozzlage.

Eeee, it was mintt. First time I've been to drama in absolute yonks. And Fiona was there. And we did the looong dance, which I could remember. Oh yes, go me. And we did the wellie-boot dance. Total yessage.

Then we got locked out, then we started talking about pink christmas trees. As I said at the time, top stuff.



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The room is full of fabric !

On the subject of York:

Lord of the Ducks ... says:
eee, it was mintt
im missing the 10 boppiteers already lmao!!! [Megan] says:
yup worth missing teh hello goodbye concert for? cos of al the fab company..
Lord of the Ducks ... says:
it certainly wass

It made me happy, while I was listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Dw in cary hwyaden. I means "I love ducks". (Y)


And I've realised that I'm having a theatre week. Sunday I was rehearsing for the Winslow boy. Again yesterday. Today I'm there again for drama. Wednesday more rehearsing. Thursday I'm watching something at The Lowry with Michael. Friday yet more rehearsing. And Saturday we're going to see all the people from the Phoenix in High School Musical. Golly.


Oh, the excitement. I made lunch. Tomato soup and toasted muffins. I nearly blew the house up because the grill had gone out, but still pumping gas out. Oh dear.

And I'm going to make a bean bag. Eventually. Hurrah for bean bags!

How embarrassing

I came out of the theatre carrying a bundle of ex-costumes [for scraps for my t-shirt] and went to get in the car in front of me. Then I thought I should put these on the back seat and went to open the rear door. Then I realised that our car doesn't have a rear door. Then I realised that it wasn't our car. So I swiftly moved on to the one my Dad was sat in. Vair embarrassing.

Kath has a problem with my saying vair, so I can't say it. To her. Vair annoying. Well, not really, that was just for effect.

And I had my picture taken, which I was not too pleased about. Today was not a good day to take my picture. Grrrr.

I have the remnants of my penis balloon in front of me. Allow me to explain. When we went bowling in York, we found lots of balloon shapes and whatnot. On the bus my hat broke, and the pink balloon became my penis. Oh, the hilarity. Then it popped. Further hilarity. When we got back we played BANG!, and pushed the red button, which started flashing, so naturally I legged it.

Oh, and a t-shirt update: I had nearly finished it but with the twin needle broken, I decided to save the bottom hem for later. And I've not done anything since. Except find some groovy fabric at FLT.

MgO !

First, York. I went away to York University, met lots of awesome people, and generally had a duck whale of a time.

Secondly, my t-shirts.
Yesterday's t-shirt is yellow. I had the words DROP SCONES NOT BOMBS printed on it in flourescent yellow vinyl. Genius, non? We had quite some trouble getting the letters the same width, but their corresponding height, like just bigger, not stretched. See, difficult to explain.
And yes, it's mintt.

Today's t-shirt is being made from scratch. 'Cause I'm cool. It will have a rainbow made of strips of fabric on it.


I am now in a good mood. Rehearsals made me happy but tired. Now I am even happier from talking to peopless. But I should go to bed. And get up tomorrow and sew!

We had to cut a line. It was If I promise I'll work like a black... . We debated how it was offensive to a modern audience, but is part of the play and stuff. We changed it to dog. If I remember. It might end up as black dog, just to confuse people.



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I love the smell of new t-shirts

I bought two t-shirts yesterday. One was £5 and the other was either that or three. They're rather mintt. One's designed as if there's a neck thing over the top, and the other has space invaders on.

And I plan to make a t-shirt. As soon as I get home from York.



Ironing and watching Monty Python. Top stuff.

Right, I'm off. 'Til Thursday !

I broke Maura's life

Maura rang up and said "We need to sort out Wednesday." And I asked what was happening on Wednesday. And she told me she'd got me a ticket to see HelloGoodbye, when I am in York. Grrr. But I'm sure she never actually told me she'd got tickets for it. I am a fool.

So we didn't go to IKEA, but we did get a sewing machine. What for? For sewing. End of. We do have a sewing machine, but it's as old as my mother, and like my mother, doesn't work very well is old.

I've just realised there are actually three sewing machines in this room, because there's one very old foot-powered thing. Plus my mother, so four. Wowser.

Now, to the pictures. Harry Potter 5, at last.

Has that Pacman gone mad?

I've not blogged since last Saturday [I think]. This is silly. I have been busy all week.

"I've left it in the car" "What?" "Tom's bill. And Fred's James, and Frank's Nigel."


So, junk art all this week. Nick and I had to fill in an evaluation. It was not a good evaluation. Then I got changed and went for lunch at Caffe Nero. Eugh, egg. But not to worry. Then junk band was pretty fun. And that's my day, plus rehearsals. Ommergozzles, I didn't get a Jaffa Cake. Oh dear. And I left my t-shirt at The Phoenix. Ah well.

I hope to go to IKEA tomorrow. Woop.

Now I must go to bed. Grrr. Further information tomorrow.


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What do points make? AirMiles !

Well, it all started off as a normal towning day, and all was running surprisingly smoothly. I got on the train and met Rach Gemma and Heather in the Arnadale food court. We went into Tesco [I'm not sure why] and decided we had to have a picnic, so we got party rings, apple juice, pink wafers and chocolate fingers and self-scanned. Oh, the excitement.
So we headed off in search of somewhere to eat our picnic, but Urbis was too crowded and manky. So we got a free bus to ChinaTown. Except we ended up at Picadilly. Then got another bus to ChinaTown. Then we decided Urbis would be better, and walked all the way back there. Obvioulsy the chocolate had melted, and we had great fun trying to eat it. The discovery was made that it is nigh impossible to drink from those big cartons without covering yourself in the contents.
Following this, we went shopping. I saw Claire [or rather, Claire saw me], then I saw someone who reminded me of Neil. Hence we commenced playing Neil or no Neil. We shopped till we dropped, and Rach gave[/sold] me her necklace instead of trekking all the way to H&M again. Then we got on a train that wasn't going to stop at Kearsley because they were unwilling to wait with me for my train. After umming and ahhing about whether I should stay on it, it set off. I got off at the first stop and started walking back towards Victoria.
But, on the way there I met some people, who introduced me to many more people. Then we found some more, who I walked round with for a bit. Then I found my way back to the original people. I snogged Tom. We befriended some lovely police community support officers. Then I missed the last train home. But I saved the day again, by getting one to Bolton, and finally getting home.

It's days like these...



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I've eaten a whole box of redcurrant puffs

I just saw an Argos advert. With David Tennant's voice. This is shameful.

Also, today, I set up a hi-fi. And got out all the wooden garden furniture, in preparation for the summer I'm still expecting. Oh, weather humour, where would we be without it?
And I still feel like I haven't done anything.

But none of that is important. The important thing is I've won an award. This blog has won an award. Isn't that just amazing? It made me vair happy to find this out, and to be told that Maura thinks my blog is even better than hers.
Now I have to give out an award to five other people. Which is a problem, as until today I only knew one other blogger. Now that I have introduced Erin and Alice to the world of Blogspot, I know three. This is still a problem.



Have I still not posted this? Clearly not, as I'm still writing it. Haha, Kate Nash just came on. We were imitating her singing throughout camp, then she came on Radio 1 on the way home. Top stuff.

Rehearsals were rather mintt today. Geoff stepped in as Miss Barnes, causing much hilarity for us sat in the wings.

We need a trip to IKEA. Because I want to make our house not a sh!t-hole. I can't see how the two are quite connected, but meh.

Now, I need to go and finish Harry Potter. I obviously won't, but it's worth a try.



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2 weeks in Hawaii

Well, two weeks in Holland. Twee weken in Nederland. Or something like that. As you can see, I have learnt a little Dutch.
I've decided I'm going to live in Holland. As well as London. At the same time, obv.

I actually got some sleep on the ferry coming home, which surprised me when I woke up. But I was still knackered when I got home. I fell asleep then had to wake up to go for rehearsals, at which I was just about able to stand. Then I woke up at 11 today, and Chris Moyles was on the radio, so I thought it was earlier. Then I found out it was not. Now I'm trying to finish Harry Potter today. Page 408.

Now Alice is calling me a bigot. Because of my post about the "dirty working class people". Which is understandable. That's not what I meant. But we're friends again now. Please don't be offended by that post.

I'm eating a yoghhurt that says 15 JUL on the lid. Haha.
I was about to, but when I tipped the fruit the water slid off the top. Then I tried to remove it, but the layer of thickened yoghurt got all mixed in. So I gave up and tried to put it in the bin, and the spoon dripped on my arm.
How interesting it is being me.

So much to write, so little time

so I am going to cut it simple due to some of your's lack of intelligence. Haha.

Rain. =/
I got a tad soaked coming out of TopShop on Oxford Street yesterday. Everyone was stood inside watching the monsoon. Then I had to cross the road to get on the tube. Grrr. At least I had my trusty lime green umbrella. But it wasn't open until I'd gone under the pouring bit in fron tof the door. Then my feet got wet, obviously.
I have told many people that story already, because it is an amazing story. And the raininess was a recurring conversation topic yesterday.
But apart from that, our little trip to London was rather mintt.

And before that we were in Anglesey. That's in Wales [Welsh accent required]. That was fun, then I got something stuck in my foot.
Spent Wednesday afternoon in A&E. Nothing came of it. I operated myself. Now I have a hole in my heel and cannot walk. Lesson learned? No. Well, yes, don't take your x-ray back into triage with you.

In Asda today, I saw a HUGE bottle of red Oasis. In the basket. There are four empty Oasis bottles on the floor. Oh dear.

The Now Show is playing at me, and I'm remembering it all happening.
Now, away.

A night and a half

Yesterday/lastnight/thismorning was awesome. I mean vair awesome.

We had an all-night rave at Kath's house. Actually, there was no raving involved, apart from the occasional vicar, but it was still minttt. We watched numerous DVD's, straightened Shannon's hair, threw popcorn, got drunk off dodgy cordial, and generally had a good time. They people make me laugh so much. Especially me.

And in an hour I'm off to Wales, to stay in a caravan for a couple of days with Michael. Then I return, finish a costume, sort other things, and run away to London. Again with Michael. We're going to a recording of The Now Show. Go us. But more on that laters.
For now, adieu.

'Twas on the Monday morning the gas man came to call...

I' ve realised that I don't have time to write everything want to in this here blog. Ah well.
So, this morning

I was rudely awoken this morning, an hour and twenty minutes after my alarm first came on, to find the house full of dirty working class people. Ugh. I had nowhere to eat my breakfast, then nowhere to go, no running water. I was not happy. I took my typewriter upstairs and wrote a letter to Rach. Then I got the sewing machine and the costumey thing and hemmed it. I was quite impressed, partly byt the fact that I knew how to hem, partly because I knew (kind of) how to use the machine, and the otherpartly at how much better it now looked.

Then eventually they left. This is what they left. A mess and lots of dust in the kitchen.
They were, as it happens, installing a new boiler.

Mum came home about eight (traffic) and showed me how to use the machine properly and why it was all going horribly wrong.

I now plan to make a Doctor Who coat.

I hope all you people reading this nonsense also read the nice comments Maura leaves on pretty much every post. Having realised how cool she is, you should go and read her scintillating blog. Much more coherent than this, if less interesting. =]
To bed!

Oh, and tomorrow I'll tell you about yesterday, which in five minutes will become that's yesterday. I could so handle time travel.

"I don't think I could face being bagelled"

Oh, Chris Moyles cracks me up.

I've just realised. Big Youth Theatre Festival starts today. Intensely gutted that I'm not going. We went last year with Crossing Boundaries, and it was immense. But it's raining, so ha. Probably isn't down in Londingdon, but I can be happy thinking that it is.

And today, we're off to see Edmo. I, Michael, Sam and Neil. So amazingly cool we'll knock your socks. Subtle sarcasm, (Y).
And I'm quite impressed that I managed to find some yellow dark brown wool. Costume making, all very complicated.

Haharr, I saw the St. James's / Harper Green / whatever school it was bus go past this morning. And I would already have been on mine. It's more pleasing to watch everyone else going to school than to sleep in, then realise they've done something today and you haven't. It's only 'cause my alarm was on the wrong setting. But it means that I can be blogging away. Aren't you glad?

Right, I'm off. A day of Northern public transport. It's the Northern bit that makes it bad. But I'll manage.

Rave on, sick vicar

I have been, for the evening, David Tennant. It was the Oscars at the Phoenix, and all us hardcore ravers went in fancy dress (actually, I went in fancy dress, and so did a lot of non-ravers). And I was Doctor Who, David Tennant stylie. I wore a long beige coat, a jacket, green converse, glasses, awesome hair, and a SONIC SCREWDRIVER!
Then we raved with glow-glasses and balloons. Trust me, you have never seen more inventive dance moves. Cutting the cheese, walking the dog, the list could go on...
The balloons came home with us, and we got glow-glasses-frames ready for our next rave.
Oh, what a night.
And Rhys had been dragged along by his family, 'cause his sister goes. He's in my year [it took me nearly a minute to type that word. Ear, rear, are...] at school. And he was just sat there reading something or other.
Now I must wrap presents for Kath's birthday, and Michael's postponed official birthday. Alons-y!

I live in a nut-house

The heating has decided it needs a break, so my Dad tuned the oven on and left the door open. And I'm eating an icepop. Wearing a dressing gown.

And we've just decided that Anne Robinson should be the next Doctor Who.

Sick Rave Theatre Company

Erin appeared half way through our rehearsal in life guard uniform.
Erin: [rehearsing] How do I look?
Clare: Like a lifeguard.
roflz

The performance went pretty well, ayye. Even though Ben stole my horses [line] which didn't even make sense. But we came up with the name for the new Shakespeare company. The Sick Rave Theatre Company. This was the reason for all the noise we were making whilst the audience [yeahh...] was coming in. Then we figured out how to sign it, by fingerspelling.

And after all that everyone went home, apart from Raychi and I, who wandered round Boltington in the rain. With groovy umbrellas. It was a fun day out, in four hours. And disappointingly, we didn't find a single sonic screwdriver. How cool would a double one be? Oooooh ...

You must watch this video

We watched SeniorYouthTheatre's performance, which was pretty damn good. Then I got in a car with a stranger and went to the Middlebrook, worked out how many minutes are in a year [RENT, (Y)], picked Erin up, and went home.

YAY

No more school. Woop woop. Aaaand I don't have to go to prizegiving because we are busy performing our drugs thing. Score!

Right, last Friday, we went to see The Wombats. Erin, Kath and I. None of us had been to the Academy before, so confusion ensued. We decided to stand outside a well-stood-outside building. Then everyone started forming some kind of queue, which we joined, for fear of looking like we didn't know what we were doing. Unperturbed by the fact that everyone else's tickets said Elliot Minor on, we waltzed in and found Academy 3 upstairs.
After we kindly agreed to do a little vox pop for Radio 1 we met some awesome people.
And the rest is history
Atch, I just need to go to bed. The story may be continued...

Sorry

Maura wanted me to post something by Tuesday
Does this count?

There will soon be a report of last Friday, and an update on the sonic rolling pin situation.

Before that

Oh deary me

That has been one of our many phrases. I'll come back to that in a minute.

I read a bulletin of Maura's, and couldn't begin to understand it. Then I clicked on the bookmark that says "Maura's blog" and it inspired me to actually write something on mine.

We've been rehearsing for much of the weekend, for our drugs thing. It's have been vair enjoyable rehearsing. It's really relaxed and laughyful. Like Bugsy, but less so: that was uber-fun =]. We made a song, but then had to remove all the beautiful music we wrote, and we made it into a rap. It's so unbelievably gangster. We have baseball caps. And I go "BRRAAAAPP". That's how amazing it is.
Lunch was interesting, as we went all round Bolton and found nothing good enough for Hannah and Erin. We were told all about the dangers of tuna. And I still have nearly a whole block of Dairy Milk, which I seem to have forgotten to share with the group. Ah well.

We watched the gay mount everest video. "And the best part is, he's gay. Gay? I mean blind." Oh, it was fun.

I'd better end this post before it also gets forgotten and lots in cyberspace. And also, tee-total. Spread the word.

Okay

This is my fourth attempt at posting. I start writing something then get distracteed by something shiny, or dragged away to do something else, or just dragged away. And by the time I get back it's either gone, or no longer what I want to write.

I have a lab coat. Toryn saw me this morning and said "We need lab coats and safety specs". So at lunch we went to see Miss Parkin who lives in the chem block. And she searched her entire collection of lab coats [which was quite imperssive] to find some that were relatively clean and would nearly fit. Then she threw some safety specs at us and we left. Then we had to figure out what to do with them, and half are stowed away in a spare locker ready for when Beavis and Johnny return from Patterdale.
That's how complicated my life gets.
The people try to confuse me about the weekend.
Then I go on my trampoline =].

Now everything is sorted, and I am happy. I even have my clothes planned. I can go to bed now. But I'm not going to. 'Cause I'm too cool.

I think I'll leave it at that, before I get distracted again and it's all wasted.

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Blogging
Looks like such fun
I'll get into it, it's the kind of thing I'll become addicted to

But preferably after my shower. It's been a very long, hot, and sticky day.