Random Musings of Alistair

Genre-spanning, kebab-grilling bank holiday fun

2009-05-02T09:19:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning I was saddened to realise that the sleep button on my radio remote does not, in reality, make allowances for extended snoozing. When I rang the Hairdressers I was offered an appointment for in five minutes time, and went for it. I was only fifteen minutes late. This was followed by a trip to Rhode Island, then to Niall's house (to get said Niall) then to Manchester. There was no foreseeable space in the multi-story on Deansgate (yes, we foolishly travelled by car), so after much aimless meandering we parked near Canal Street.

We were being fashion gurus, shamelessly style-hunting in all manner of shops. It was disheartening to find nothing of worth in all of Manchester. All manner of establishments were graced by our presence, including the Disney Store, Harvey Nicks, Affleck's Palace, Topman, the Arndale Food Market and Queer.

We decided that a BBQ was necessary, so on Sunday, instead of going to Varsity, we went to Niall's house. That was fun. We ended up watching various comedians and tormenting the many cats.

There was a crazy gizmo for opening wine bottles. So we used it. It looked like something used to put the corks in, but it wasn't. Now there's a full, open bottle of white wine in my fridge. Not for loonnnggg.

Today (Monday) was a wasted day. I got up too late and couldn't motivate myself to do any work. Ah well. Four days on, then study leave time. Gahh. Exams.

Death by mockery

2009-04-28T13:50:00.000-07:00

I feel rather swamped. Perhaps because I am.

This evening was an interview skills affair at school. Interview practice, in short. Louise's Dad was doing some interviewing, and hers was (with someone else, called Dr Christmas. I colour to admit, I giggled) early on. I was looking for Mikey, and she for Elliot. Then we discovered that they had both gone, so we decided we would follow suit. Her Dad was still interviewing away (very well, I might add) so I offered a lift home. She lives nowhere near to my house as I thought. I got lost on the way home, and had to call her from a library car park. I now realise where I was, but had no idea at the time. Regina Spektor kept me calm.

As I type, the bell on my desk, the kind you imagine on the reception desk in Fawlty Towers, attempts to sound. It's most odd.

My words-underlined-with-a-red-squiggle count is now up to four. Werhayy.

Anyway, as I adverted to before, I have much to do. So anon.

Andante in Db

2009-04-22T12:53:00.000-07:00

Twitter + Wordle =

My delightful Easter is over, much to my chagrin. I went to see Mikey in the Lakes for a day, and climbed Skiddaw. A play at FLT, a dinner party. Rather good, all in all.

I seem to have lost the facility for prosaic verbal effusion, thanks to twitter. All my words want to come out as snippets suitable for a Tweet. This must be rectified with haste.

Mechanisms of chemical reactions are calling: we expect a surprise test in chem tomorrow. God, she's evil. Can one expect a surprise test?

Oh, and I passed by driving test. There is much more smugness behind that sentence than you can see.

I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with C...

2009-04-01T14:50:00.001-07:00

CAKE! Crispy cakes, chocolate chunk cookies. All in all, a good baking session, even if Dr Oetker's icing did fail us. The Backstreet Boys served as a perfect background to our Delia-inspired all-in-one sponge "]. Our cookies combined forces to form two giant supercookies. And as crispy cakes can't go wrong, they were flawless.

Fuck you, Dr Oetker

However, we have found that Delia isn't as saintly as we all thought: the first F in her index is "Faggots and peas." We'll give her the benefit of the doubt on that one, though.

This is mine and Kath's amazing cake.

Amazing, non? Bien sure (j'adore le franglais.) We really have baking skills, as an article I was reading yesterday would have put it.

<poorhumour> What a mess! And I got the oven glove dirty HAHAHAA </poorhumour>.

I wish I could carry on, with more of the wonderful pictures we took, and details of the jollies we had. But I need sleep. Perhaps on the morrow.

Out to lunch

2009-03-31T14:30:00.000-07:00

We were getting more and more listless, so Kath and I decided to lunch out together today. Two o'clock may be a little late for lunch, but we were desperate. And hungry (I'd had breakfast at twelve, ten minutes after I woke up). We chattered about the play, and how awful it's going to be. Costumes were planned, then we went to The Phoenix and chanced upon Wendy in the costume room. That was a shock. Great fun was had by all as we planned our characters' outfits, and Wendy offered to lend us various garish items for the weekend.

We decided that one round of "coffee" (I usually have tea, and Kath a milkshake or hot chocolate) is never enough, and went in Nero for the first time in ages. Loyalty cards and free drinks ftw. Thinking of possible costumes increases one's propensity to peoplewatch. That was entertaining. Creme eggs were bought, then we went to out respective stations of public transport, pour rétourner home.

My driving test is in less than three weeks! Aaaaaghhh! Hopefully, it will be fine. Then I will be able to drive wherever and whenever I want. Except to school, because my Dad feels the need to drive several miles away to the tram station, when he could walk to the train instead. What silly parents I have.

I want to screenprint something. Cakeybakey delights tomorrow, at Kath's house, with a number of people from school. Then off to the theatre. Reports tomorrow, perhaps.

Oh-wa, ta-gu, Siam.

2009-03-12T14:30:00.000-07:00

A day of wins and losses

I woke up hideously early (fifteen minutes more so than usual) inorder to get to Bolton to take my driving theory test, which I passed with one wrong answer. Win 1.

A nice walk to school, then I was going to get some work done. It should be noted that today was house day, so chaos was very much the theme. There was biology to be done, and still is, but Michael was managing year 8 board games on his own, so I stepped in to help. Witty epigrams on the board much? Actually, no, witty is far too optimistic. Amusing year 8's though. I think Manchester won. Win 2.

More free time, so I sat in the library and tried to fill in a form and do the omnipresent biology. I ended up reading the studentBMJ. Loss? Perhaps. Loss 1?

Lunchtime was results time - module 1. Pandemonium in the library, then a great deal of mixed feelings. Lots of reconsidering to be done, apparently. And a lot of resits. I did quite well, although my general studies mark beat my chemistry one. Shameful. Win 3, loss 2.

The afternoon meant managing year 9 climbing. Jonny was doing nothing, so I dragged him along. It was quite amusing: timed relay climbs finished with a shout of "STOP COOKING!". Then some year 11s who were doing the same thing after break came into the gym and started dicking about with astounding proficiency. We wanted to go, so had to spend ten minutes getting them to leave so it wouldn't be our resposibilty if they injured themselves and/or each other. Win 4, loss 3.

The language quiz was amusing. Enough said.

Then the BEAT final. We didn't win! I'm livid, but I did a good job of convincing everyone, inculding myself, that I didn't mind. We had a nice chat over food with our supportive teachers. That was nice. Win 5, losses 4, 5 and 6.

Dad was late, so Michael was late to cubs (I'd offered to drive him there). Took Jonny home, then realised I was supposed to be at explorers, so went. Madness.

I want to talk about yesterday, but this post is too long already. Calssics reading. Fisher won everything (actually all three categories). David had me in hysterics. It was a very gay afternoon, in all regards. Definite win.

And that's more than enough. And you just lost the game.

I know a title that'll get on your nerves

2009-03-09T15:01:00.000-07:00

Niall rightly pointed out that we were in need of biscuits. He went to the shop and bought a large pack of bourbons for 90p. We decided to eat them all. After finishing his half he felt rather unwell, and tried to lock me in the kitchen until I finished my half. I was not impressed.

Beavers was otherwise quite demoralising. I hate it when that happens. The room is full of people who aren't beavers is ludicrous. Even after we got rid of two there were too many. They're really impertinent too. I can't stand it.

I managed to drive home without putting anyone in danger, which is more than can be said for Phil on the way there: he came very close to knocking into of the Beavers as he parked. The mother didn't look happy.

Too much maths. Always the way.

Dancing through life

2009-03-05T13:34:00.000-08:00

We've salvaged the drama situation. It's fine. It's hard work, but we're getting there. The tea run in the middle was certainly needed. I had to foot the bill, but Luke was there, as ever, so it wasn't all bad.

On Wednesday I trekked out to the deepest darkest depths of Wigan to watch a performance of The Last Five Years. It was good. Unfortunately, the girl's voice was beginning to go by performance time, but ah well. The temperature was about minus four for my return journey, which involved a lot of waiting around and reading Wilde.

Tonight has been extremely fun. Mr Brown is still rather distant, but that didn't stop us. Driving home through Boltington, Chris decides to turn the music (Wicked - What is This Feeling?) exceedingly loud and lower the windows, bathing the townsfolk in our musical glory. We so nearly crashed. In units of fun per second, that was the most intense it's been in a while.

Now, back to the Personal Statement writing. "/.

On a besoin d'un coup de théatre

2009-03-03T10:42:00.000-08:00

Today has been a very odd one. I remember doing little other than playing games and telling bad jokes in biology. Then nothing was done in maths, apart from Michael telling me about how he was going to buy a Rolly Royce Phantom from the 1940s and drive round Worcestershire with driving gloves and goggles, going "TOOT TOOT!" in the manner of Toad of Toad Hall. I was in hysterics at the prospect.

Yesterday afternoon was ruined. Hunter spent the first twenty minutes of the thirty-five we had for maths complaining about people (two, perhaps, in this case) not handing in homework on time, and being petty by way of revenge. It's all Raja's fault. He seems to follow me round, appearing in half my lessons, and being deliberately irksome. Perhaps that's just paranoia, but that's not the point: by consensus he is unnecessarily irksome.

Oh, and I'm going to fail physics. I wonder whether AS module 1 results are significant enough to warrant a results party. I'm leaning towards the positive, understandably. A chance to unwind after all this stress is needed. There seems to be so much to do.

I haven't talked about the title. It's our drama, which is on track to be dire. Lily is supposedly directing it, hence the need for a coup d'état , or more appropriately, un coup de théatre.

I shall go back to my inertial mechanics.

2009-02-07T06:14:00.000-08:00

I made my début radio appearance yesterday, as I've been so eager to tell everybody. It was hugely exciting. Then I went and had a cheese and ham toastie and cup of tea in Rhode Island Coffee, where the lovely Luke was, as ever. I also had a crispie cake, extortionately priced.

Going home on the train, I saw Maddie, who was a drama buddy years ago. No time to reminisce, sorry.

I then drove to Grandmama's house, and had tea and cake and a chat. That was nice.

And when it had gone dark I went up to Giant's Seat where the explorer crew were camping. They then convinced me to stay over, so we walked back to my house for sleeping gear and wine. We made toast on this gas heater, which was like a jet engine but with a big gas flame inside. It was hot hot hot. Bedtime came around at about three, then I was up at half nine making beakfast in pyjamas. Everyone except me thought I was organising it, so it was disastrous. As a consequence of this utter nonsense, I am frightfully tired, with far too much work to do. Young Musician of the Year heats or whatever. Gahh.

And now snowwww. Nuff said.

Good times

2009-02-06T16:20:00.000-08:00

When I found out that Rachael would not be partaking in this evening of fine food and cracking conversation, I was slightly unwilling to oblige Gemma, Cath and Phil, my favorite members of the LGBT community. But then I discovered that Lesley would be present, and I was sold.

A very nice meal in Velvet, half price thanks to Gem's savviness. A drink in Churchills, then off home. That makes it sound a bit naff, but I assure you that it wasn't. This blogging lark is proving difficult, as my brain seems to have ceased function.

I might be making a radio appearance tomorrow. Bolton FM. Fun times. This is if I get out of bed and into Bolton before Thorrun finishes her show. Humm.

Today was BEAT. We didn't win by as much as we should have, which was most embarrassing. Using the Mac caused technical problems, so we were a bit flustered, and consequently less impressive. But gift vouchers for the win.

Back to this evening. Apologies for the absence of coherence. Drama was hilarious: we created a kind of interview scenario where characters were interviewed for jobs. Then we decided who to give which job, and the characters decided who wanted each one the most. Then we talked about it briefly and they stayed in character, and got into a fight over it. It was extremely surreal.

Manchester is where it's at. This is undeniable. I babble. Goodnight.

Too many ISAs spoil the day

2009-02-05T09:20:00.000-08:00

As I sat down to the titular test, I was in two minds as to whether that should be the title. It was all going very well. To start with. It all went downhill after that. To clarify, it was a physics exam-kind-of-thing. But all was well.

Tomorrow, we are to make our presentation in the BEAT compeition. Business and Enterprise Awareness Training. Oh, the joy. I have this feeling we'll win, possibly because we shall. I shan't say that we will: I'm not that confident.

Ooh. The concert. It was good. I went into town after a BEAT practice, since going home in the interim was a silly idea. I'm beginning to love Rhode Island Coffee. All was very good.

Anyway, I have lots of work to do.

So many titles, so little time...

2009-02-02T12:43:00.000-08:00

There really is so much going on that I haven't the time to write elliptically about it all.

Par exemple, today was spent playing through the newly written orchestral suite, Scenes from Bolton, with members of the Northern Chamber Orchestra. It was thoroughly enjoyable. The form tutor still managed to excoriate me for an apparent lack of work on my part. She pointed out how little work I'd done, and I agreed. She even hinted that it was not worthwhile, wherein I left, for orchestra rehearsal (because I clearly hadn't played the violin enough already). However, after a very reassuringly productive musical day (like Christmas Festival day, but more relaxed), orchestra went very well. I could play nearly all of it (pretty much at sight)and all was well.

I fear I am using too many brackets (but how many is too many?). Shame.

And it snowed. Silly Southerners couldn't cope. We ploughed on regardless. Three cheers for the work ethic. =/.

Soz, no woos

2009-01-19T14:16:00.001-08:00

Tonight's performance of Wyrd Sisters went better than Saturday's. For me, at least. The audience were rubbish: they didn't laugh. I blame them entirely.

I got a cheer though, in the bows. It was the youth group. I fear it was on reputation rather than merit. Ah well, a cheer's a cheer.

It's snowing. I hope the coaches are off tomorrow, 'cause that effetively means no school. And no, it's not college, it's school.

There are new keys on my desk. I lost mine, as did my mother. How careless of us. Ah well.

I'm running out of things to say. Anon.

You put a tealight in and it warms your tart

2008-11-22T09:34:00.000-08:00

These irrelevant blog titles are an inevitable occurrence as my time to write the posts dwindles, what with a magnitude of work and a multiplicity of plays et cetera et cetera.

The youth group's show at Farnworth Little Theatre took place tonight. No critique, sorry, but it was very good, even without me in it.

I actually bought things today, and it did my wallet no good at all. The one I can find, that is. We're of fto Patterdale on Monday. Not to do the usual Patterdale things like sailing and climbing anf generally having a hoot. No, we have to partake Business Enterprise Awareness Training. Apparently this is vital for participation in the modern world, which we will have to enter into. I shall try to postpone that date for as long as possible. The idea of being either an eccentric academic or a perpetual student appeals to me.

I should be in bed, and in an attempt to rectify the situation, I shall go thereto. Adieu.

Infinite texts

2008-11-08T16:02:00.000-08:00

This is a day of change for Alistair. He has a new phone. And a contract. This contract brings with it an unlimited* number of texts.

I spent the night at the theatre, waiting around for most of the time, between my scene at the beginning of the play, and my bow at the end. Rach wrote in my diary, and gave all the Notable Dates a rating out of ten (approximately). Oh, the excitement. I wanted to do a chart, but I lack the facility, energy and fallacy.

A haircut, and the thought hashardly hardly crossed my mind.

"You don't half babble when you've not eaten." I haven't eaten, but I fear the rambling is due to lack of sleep. Hence, I shall rectify the predicament by bedding.

*Fair use policy applies, ie. I can't send more that 3000 in one month.

I'm not as daft as I am cabbage looking

2008-11-07T15:32:00.000-08:00

So much to talk about, so little time. There are also far more titles than posts which can be written.

Hopefully a new phone tomorrow. I've just lost my old one.

Dress rehearsal for Breaking the Code was tonight. Since I only play a supporting role I can recommend it impartially. And I do. I have a huge gap between my scene and the end. In this time I came up with the idea for an innovative play. It was tightly based on the conversations which took place before me as I pretended (or intended) to do my homework. True genius, I assure you.

I have yet to read Toryn's latest post, which I am informed is "a spasm of metaphor". This was outside before registration as we were "tarting around with Doctor Holland, when you've had all lunchtomie to do that." That (miss taylor) went on the list of reasons why I'm going to leave. Having been told that Dr H has left a rebus of his name somewhere in the school, we looked through all the heraldry books in the library to try and equip ourselves for the search. It was a mixed afternoon.

Oohhhh. I drove. It was truly immense. I need a car. Yes.

An undercurrent of sexual allusion

2008-11-04T10:12:00.001-08:00

I wrote a very good post here. I clicked it to publish, and it didn't. Not only that, but it deleted any trace, bar the title. I have better things to do than rewrite it.

Then again...

2008-10-31T20:50:00.000-07:00

I don't think I should stop rambling. There's a severe amount of chat going on behind me. I do wish I could engage in casualt conversation. Much of life would be made much easier.
Perhaps I should talk a little about vegetarianism. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have any concrete views on the subject, except that having separate kitchenware is hugely excessive.
I shall talk no more about this, lest either of the two veggies in the room should get offended.
And now, for the second time this morning, away.

Haggling for compliments

2008-10-31T17:10:00.000-07:00

-"you're nice"
-"no, I'm gorgeous"

We're now playing hangman. God, we're cool.

We biked all the way across Farnworth to find Beth. I fell of my bike when we arrived by running into the kerb and falling onto the nearest car. Fortunately, nobody saw it and the alarm did not go off. Andi and I biked back while Chris and Beth walked. Hence, they are not back yet. I hope Chris has my phone, because I don't.

There is little else to say without making a fool of myself, so I'll stop now. Am I ahead? I doubt it.

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Now playing: Hellogoodbye - Two Weeks In Hawaii
via FoxyTunes

Solid death

2008-10-30T16:25:00.000-07:00

We attempted to make treacle toffee at explorers. It boiled for too long, and burned. We left it to cool, tasted it, and nearly died. It really was death in a tin. We made some spongy stuff, which was nice, and was great fun to make. I spent a lot of time correcting Chris's culinary cock-ups. There were also chocolate and toffee apples going on, but they were taken care of.

I don't think I can be bothered saying any more. Je dois me coucher, avant j'ai dix-sept ans.
There are other matters, but perhaps not intended for this medium.

In the morn I shall rise and hence, to buy foodstuffs and mask materials. Eeeeee.

Buonanotte.

Tidying must be done

2008-10-29T15:54:00.002-07:00

There's a forty-eight-hour party occurring in this edifice, starting Friday lunchtime. It is nearly Thursday. I have not started to tidy the great pile of mess which is my house. And I still have a mound of work to do before Monday. This is a problem.

Another problem seems to be the prospect of telling the parents that I'm gay. It still seems quite a surreal concept. Saying those there words still doesn't quite seem right. Humm.

I went to see the grandparents today. It felt like a proper holiday day, without any times to stick to. We went to some random garden centre in the middle of nowhere for lunch. Fun times. As well as the actual birthday presents, I left with two scarves, a belt and a black leather wallet. Although allwere convinced that the umbrella I got from M&S was theirs.

Aaron wants to take me to see The Venetian Twins at The Octagon. I want to go. However, there is no space in my diary, with rehearsals, performances, driving lessons. I am excited by that prospect. I am also excited by this party which may or may not be immensely enjoyable. It's a pity I'm so indecisive.

We live for days like these

2008-10-28T16:35:00.000-07:00

Another day in Manchester. One thinks to oneself that they are getting rather repetitive. But then you watch as the number 8 bus closes its doors in Jonny and Adam's faces and drives off. Adam shouts "Noooo!" and Jonny runs after it. You are now bent double in hysterics at the bus stop, realising why life is so much fun.

As we trot along to Victoria, Caffe Nero's finest hot chocolates in hand, Maura tells me of an incident, steeped in geekish humour. "I said something about the epitome [ep-i-to-me] of something and Jade said "Do you mean epitome [epi-tome]?" ". Giggling in self-confident glee, I realise how much of a nerd I really am. This notion is compounded by my extreme affinity for this calendar about common misuse of the English language.

I am very nearly seventeen years old. In fiftenn minutes I can alter my msn name to say ZWEI instead of DREI (tagen). Oh, the excitement.

(um)

2008-10-23T10:30:00.001-07:00

I decided that today, the last day of this half-term, I would go home via Bolton instead of on the nice warm coach. This was despite the torrential rain and stupenously high winds - Thorrun's brolly was a source of much asmusement, until she diappeared into the David Lloyd.

Eventually it was just me and Becca, then she diverged to find a halloween costume. I was to catch the next train from Bolton Station. Unfortunately, because my bag was so heavy, containing everything I might need over the break, I was substantially slowed. Hence I just missed my train. Becca was about to head off home, so I retired to Caffe Nero for a Grande Hot Chocolate Milano, complete with whipped cream and tiny Belgian chocolates. It was divine, abnd provided an anchor to the real world as I contemplated the meaning of life and the possibiltites of what it could be.

Now, a fair few minutes into the first day of half-term, I shall go and get some well-earned rest.

Paper planes and camel cords

2008-10-18T11:17:00.000-07:00

There really is too much I want to write about. Long posts do not a good blog make.

I want to lie on a green in front of a big old building with the sun shining on me as I read some classic novel about romance and old times and the rest. Alas, I know it is not to be. I am a scientist at heart and there's nothing stylish or flouncy about that.

Unfortunately, I have now lost all impetus for blog writing. Hopefully this won't last, but we should always be prepared for the worst. That is, more nonsense you feel obliged to waste your time reading. I'll stop here before I work myself into a pit.

I'm drowning in a sea of despair

2008-10-17T14:20:00.000-07:00

I fear that I am bound to live a life of interminable squalor. This dawned on me as I chundered past the nice houses in Lostock, which are infinitely nicer than this, then noticed that the chavs' house next door is nicer. I have planned many a time to rectify this, or at least try, but to no avail.

On trying to relay this to someone, anyone, via msn, a recurring notion recurred: I was drowning in a sea of despair. In cases like this there is noone of sufficient intellect in the immediate vicinity for me to offload my worries onto, or there is nobody to help drag me out of logical plight (such as arises in every physics lesson with the great Asad).

By dint of this, and as an optimistic relief measure, I have picked up the old blog (sorry, no good idiom comes to mind).

Speaking of relief, I made one. Out of clay. At Explorers. Michael made a nice cup, then, having failed at making any kind of plate, attempted a teapot. It's artistic, I'll give it that. Much to my surprise, Mr Conroy made an appearance. Not that that is of extreme noteworthiness, but it was unexpected.

It is obvious that this will be less of a log of my life and more of a diary (theoretically) read by many.
That's quite enough for first post back.
Alistairxx.

Year 11 back on timetable

2008-01-21T15:07:00.000-08:00

And, tbh, I want to stay on exams. It's better than school. Get up at hallf eight. Go to school at half eleven. Do an easy exam. Come home at half two. It's mint.

Watching Funny Money at Farnworth Little Theatre tomorrow. Then stewarding on Wednesday with Rach. That'll be fun.

Erk. It's time to go to bed, because I've got an early morning tomorrow.

Further Farnworth Fun

2008-01-08T13:16:00.000-08:00

Gemma, Grouping people: Kim, you're a Chav.
Me:                                         Sorry, it's the coat.

We started as we meant to go on.
Becy was a Chav. And me and Rach was Emos. (Y).

"Wow, a light up watch! Is it braille?"

Then Rach and I were having a picnic, in the field of black grass, where the sun never shines. *Tears* :-
RachTBH:                       I had a ring. My Gran gave it to me.
Me, choking on drink: Sorry, I just died.
RachTBH:                       So did my Gran.
    We then literally roffled. Pure genius, in my opinion. But I'm biased.

And after that, we regained our composure and showed all the Chavs how to be Emos. Rather amusing. Honest. Then Becy told us how to cook a Chav.

Now I've got Latin paper 2, as well as Greek to look forward to. Erk.

I survived english

2008-01-07T07:17:00.002-08:00

But then had to stay in school for an hour and a half. Stupid me. Everyone else in set one maths had gone home. Bastards. Most depressing. But I did manage to find out what was on the Latin and Greek papers, which is very useful knowledge.

But yeah, this morning. It rather weird. I was stood in the peltin rain and the freezing wind, singing Fer Sure at random passers-by. It all spiralled from there really.

The revenge Files of Alistair James

2008-01-05T04:45:00.000-08:00

was the proposed name of the new/improved/same-as-it-was-before-the-impromtu-hiatus blog. It ended up staying the same. Maura is giving me great encouragement to actually post with "frequent regularity". So I might.
Yesterday she made a banner. Look up. Isn't it lovely? She's a proper genius, our Maura.
I'm going to carry on typing, because it beats revision for mocks. English paper 1 tomorrow. Then Latin on Tuesday, and on Wednesday with Greek. Oh, the fun.

We took the decorations down today. Everywhere looks all empty. It's most depressing. Consequently, the floor in this room is covered with fairy lights and tinsel. I'm about to hit the publish post button, then hopefully do the same tomorrow, with news of how English went [/will have gone], and the journey home.

Jamie Oliver eat my bolognese

2007-11-28T14:39:00.001-08:00

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

2007-11-26T14:13:00.001-08:00

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

2007-10-29T15:24:00.001-07:00

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?

2007-10-21T16:15:00.001-07:00

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

2007-10-16T14:35:00.001-07:00

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

2007-10-14T14:04:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-14T12:02:00.001-07:00

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

2007-10-09T08:53:00.001-07:00

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

2007-10-06T12:31:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-03T08:37:00.001-07:00

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?

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

Now for today's post.

Pizzi-fucking-cato

2007-10-01T14:31:00.001-07:00

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.

I often doubt myself
I am often confident in myself
Everything is based on opposites
Nothing is based on opposites
Simple things amuse me
I can't do graphs
I'm intending to draw several now
I procrastinate too much
I repeat myself
It's for effect.
I like Robbie Williams (Y)
My usual [ha!] slick patter is grinding to a halt.
I like to take pictures
I play piano
And violin
And I attempt to sing, often
I don't want to break on a random number like 26
Or 27
I am occasionally photogenic
More often, I am not. Or so I think.
I am very conscious about my image.
I can quite happily finish on 32.

It was cold

2007-09-26T14:31:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-09-23T13:13:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-09-22T16:39:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-16T14:01:00.001-07:00

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

2007-09-06T14:05:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-05T04:38:00.002-07:00

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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I have no hair

2007-09-05T04:38:00.001-07:00

I need to stop saying "top" in TOPMAN

2007-09-03T15:22:00.001-07:00

"...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 !

2007-09-01T14:00:00.001-07:00

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

2007-08-29T06:07:00.000-07:00

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 !

2007-08-28T14:28:00.000-07:00

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 !

2007-08-28T03:53:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-27T14:11:00.000-07:00

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 !

2007-08-25T11:47:00.001-07:00

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

2007-08-19T10:55:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-18T09:16:00.001-07:00

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?

2007-08-17T10:40:00.000-07:00

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 !

2007-08-11T11:48:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-10T10:02:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-09T05:29:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-21T09:53:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-15T04:59:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-07-13T14:36:00.000-07:00

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"

2007-07-12T00:50:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-06T15:22:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-06T15:16:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-05T13:28:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-04T09:52:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-02T14:17:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-01T12:32:00.000-07:00

Oh deary me

2007-07-01T11:33:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-20T08:45:00.000-07:00

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.

Top Stuff

2007-06-11T13:45:00.000-07:00

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.