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.