Major chuff.
Neither of the printers in the tech block work. How am I going to print off my epic Lear analysis? Aaaaaah! Noooo!
Note to self:
Do not :
· Get your hair cut short and start to enjoy it
· Then dry it with a lot of mousse in it
· And fall asleep.
I woke up, and lo and behold, and ALMIGHTY BOUNCE HAD ADORNED MY HEAD.
I mean, it sticks out like, unnaturally far.
Oh wait, I went and told Dad the printers weren’t working. He switched them on at the side for me D:
But, now I get to print out my work and feel proud about it. Oh wait, maybe I need a coversheet. Hmmm.
*clip clops away into the other room*
*checks printer*
*CALIBRATING*
*PROCESSING*
*mmmm lovely Lear sheets, all fresh from the printer*
*clip clops back*
I feel organised.
This is an excellent thing.
I have to spend my lunchtime at a Clarinet lesson today. I’ll have to eat my lunch in my free 3rd. But also do some English and some photoshop for Tech, as I won’t be in the lesson on Thurdsay. I have to go and apologise for that eceteraaaaaaaaa. Consequently (can you tell I’m in essay writing mode? YES), I will have very little time to eat and apologise today, leading to me having to apologise for being late to probably a few things, and apologising for probably not getting to eat all of my lunch.
It feels odd anticipating what sort of day I will have by writing these in the morning. But I do like it. I like the way I can go back and edit in what *actually* happened and what have you.
I’m going to Bishop Auckland this afternoon to be part of a student recording council type thing. I think and hope it’ll be goooood stuff.
I hope there’s someone I know there. Eek.
-
Turns out there was one person I knew. She’s one of the Guides we’re going to Canada with, but there wasn’t much time for chitchat. I’m pretty excited now. We’re a record label :D
SOME DOUCHBAGE!!!!!!!!!!! ORGHHH RIGHT, I AM OUTRAGED.
There are these sliding doors (I think I’ve written about them before) in the tech block, the red ones with the slidy metal bits like old lifts?
And SOMEONE CLOSED THEM SO FAR that it was impossible to open.
Oh yes, the handle was so close to the cupboard that I had to pull the lever thingggggggg.
To open it.
And by gum those doors are heavy. THEY HAVE HYDRAULICS. Well I think they do, how else would they be able to be forced open without such a force?
Anyway, my arm and palm of hand really hurt from trying to force those open.
I could’ve just walked around tbh to sound like a teacher, *clip clop* :D
But I didn’t. I decided to hurt myself.
But all in the way of getting to a printer to save myself the faff of the Sixth Form SHAMBLES OF A PRINTER IN THE LIBRARY SERVICE. So, thankyou technology Father, for saving me from that FARCE.
X FACTOR DEADLOCK FARCE FACTOR.
That reminds me, I must listen to that podcast… XD
Well, I’m very pleased with my English (another one this time), and I’m just generally quite happy.
My androgyny test in Psycho yesterday showed me to be…get this: FEMININE. So, I may not be completely psychologically healthy (like Danielle’s showed, so therefore the test is a complete sham because we all know THAT’S not true) because I don’t have enough male traits to keep me balanced. I mean, we all know I do. So that test is balls, especially because you have to judge yourself on a 1-7 basis thing, where 1 is Never True, 3 is Sometimes never true, 4 is Occasionally true (WHAT IS THE ACTUAL DIFFERENCE?) and 7 is Always True.
And whatever else is inbetween. It’s just not fair, how can you judge yourself honestly? Everyone wants to say “always true” for “kind and caring” don’t you? Oh I don’t even know anymore.
I’m going to go and practise my lines because…well I have to.
BAII.
Tatty bye,
Haze
(sorry that this was written on like... Wednesday...and the rest of the days...NO TIME)
Sunday 29 November 2009
Tuesday 24 November 2009
“Some kids are like squirrels”
-They hide stuff.
Thanks for that nugget Dad.
It just reminds me of those times when we went to T.K.Maxx and found pairs of shoes we wanted to get…but didn’t get them then and there because there was this one time we bought shoes without Mum and she didn’t like them, so now we have to ask her before we get new shoes (if we find new shoes without her), and we hid them behind the rack so no-one else would buy them.
Teeheee.
That was a little bit jumbled, but I’m sure a few readings of it will make it settle.
Yesterday was sufficiently awkward on the bus. I was getting up to get off at my “not quite death stop of doom, but quite close” and there was a boy moving up the bus as I stood up. I say boy because he got on at the college stop, and after already being significantly already quite low in my immediate estimations, he was wearing tracksuit bottoms. Of the GREY variety. At the same moment I was standing up, he was reaching for the pole just behind my head to steady himself. My face (glasses and all) and his fist collided. I was stunned. I was just talking to Samantha, saying “Here goes, fighting my way through the crowd, wish me luck!” and POW. RIGHT IN THE KISSER. Hahaha, sorry.
But get this…
I apologised. WHY DID I SAY SORRY? SORRY MY FACE WAS IN THE WAY OF YOUR HAMMY FIST? Aww, bless him, he was so apologetic. It’s almost as if there was something inside me which made me want to say “YEAH YOU SHOULD BE SORRY” and I got off the bus a little befuddled.
Today, oh yes, a Tuesday, is my full proper day of work in school.
Psychology, Double Biology, and Double English. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
We’re watching gender development videos in psycho. Please leave a gap for me to vomit. And then giggle at the poor hermies.
Oops, wait, perhaps I shouldn’t say that…
Giggle at the term “micro penis”.
Our class is so juvenile. But a good bunch.
Shame about the teacher.
OH GOODNESS, SUCH EMBARASSMENT IN THAT LESSON. I shall not reveal it here. It shall remain a thing between Danielle and I only.
Teeheeeeee
I’m trying to craft my Canada blog post when I have the time to so that I can be one of the two people selected to blog monthly about my journey leading up to the camp in 2010, and what we’re doing about the lead up to the camp. I have to submit at 350 word post about what Guiding means to me. I’m having fun crafting it, I love the power that a well crafted paragraph can harbour :D AHH THE POWER OF LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE.
Excellent.
ENGLISH TODAY WAS STONKING FUNNY. I was actually creased with laughter, and red in the face. I mean, this was Hughes’ lesson. GB would never have allowed such a commotion…ever. In her lesson, I had to read from Act 3 of King Lear as…get this: LEAR.
Ickkkkkkk. It was ermmm…challenging? Well, I managed to say most things right. When he says “I’th’*SOMETHING*” it clicks well with my northern twang :D And the elements of y’know…Yorkshire ;D
So in Hughes’ lesson, we discussed (albeit briefly) the effect music has within Death Of A Salesman.
Then we talked about primary school, summer dresses, falling over, holes in tights, concussion, being German ja? And walking into people.
Oh my, it was hilarious! However, can’t really be expressed well in words here, as it was one of those moments where the facial expressions and time delay of understanding what was said (the pun of So you’re German, ja?) were key to the enjoyment of the moment really. So, I apologise for that. Like I apologised for being punched in the face. Make of that what you will.
I have a sinking feeling that Rachel will be in Rome when I want her to come with us to see Imogen Heap at The Sage in February. Oh balls.
I checked, and yes, she’s in the Land of the Romans.
Pantilunious Poopicus.
Oh yeah, and I’m in a pantomime soon.
As Aladdin.
WOOOOPAGE.
Excitement for Friday, our full dress rehearsal to the year 6’s hoping to come to our school. Goodness knows what image they will take away of what our school is like and what we have to offer them. Cripes.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Thanks for that nugget Dad.
It just reminds me of those times when we went to T.K.Maxx and found pairs of shoes we wanted to get…but didn’t get them then and there because there was this one time we bought shoes without Mum and she didn’t like them, so now we have to ask her before we get new shoes (if we find new shoes without her), and we hid them behind the rack so no-one else would buy them.
Teeheee.
That was a little bit jumbled, but I’m sure a few readings of it will make it settle.
Yesterday was sufficiently awkward on the bus. I was getting up to get off at my “not quite death stop of doom, but quite close” and there was a boy moving up the bus as I stood up. I say boy because he got on at the college stop, and after already being significantly already quite low in my immediate estimations, he was wearing tracksuit bottoms. Of the GREY variety. At the same moment I was standing up, he was reaching for the pole just behind my head to steady himself. My face (glasses and all) and his fist collided. I was stunned. I was just talking to Samantha, saying “Here goes, fighting my way through the crowd, wish me luck!” and POW. RIGHT IN THE KISSER. Hahaha, sorry.
But get this…
I apologised. WHY DID I SAY SORRY? SORRY MY FACE WAS IN THE WAY OF YOUR HAMMY FIST? Aww, bless him, he was so apologetic. It’s almost as if there was something inside me which made me want to say “YEAH YOU SHOULD BE SORRY” and I got off the bus a little befuddled.
Today, oh yes, a Tuesday, is my full proper day of work in school.
Psychology, Double Biology, and Double English. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
We’re watching gender development videos in psycho. Please leave a gap for me to vomit. And then giggle at the poor hermies.
Oops, wait, perhaps I shouldn’t say that…
Giggle at the term “micro penis”.
Our class is so juvenile. But a good bunch.
Shame about the teacher.
OH GOODNESS, SUCH EMBARASSMENT IN THAT LESSON. I shall not reveal it here. It shall remain a thing between Danielle and I only.
Teeheeeeee
I’m trying to craft my Canada blog post when I have the time to so that I can be one of the two people selected to blog monthly about my journey leading up to the camp in 2010, and what we’re doing about the lead up to the camp. I have to submit at 350 word post about what Guiding means to me. I’m having fun crafting it, I love the power that a well crafted paragraph can harbour :D AHH THE POWER OF LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE.
Excellent.
ENGLISH TODAY WAS STONKING FUNNY. I was actually creased with laughter, and red in the face. I mean, this was Hughes’ lesson. GB would never have allowed such a commotion…ever. In her lesson, I had to read from Act 3 of King Lear as…get this: LEAR.
Ickkkkkkk. It was ermmm…challenging? Well, I managed to say most things right. When he says “I’th’*SOMETHING*” it clicks well with my northern twang :D And the elements of y’know…Yorkshire ;D
So in Hughes’ lesson, we discussed (albeit briefly) the effect music has within Death Of A Salesman.
Then we talked about primary school, summer dresses, falling over, holes in tights, concussion, being German ja? And walking into people.
Oh my, it was hilarious! However, can’t really be expressed well in words here, as it was one of those moments where the facial expressions and time delay of understanding what was said (the pun of So you’re German, ja?) were key to the enjoyment of the moment really. So, I apologise for that. Like I apologised for being punched in the face. Make of that what you will.
I have a sinking feeling that Rachel will be in Rome when I want her to come with us to see Imogen Heap at The Sage in February. Oh balls.
I checked, and yes, she’s in the Land of the Romans.
Pantilunious Poopicus.
Oh yeah, and I’m in a pantomime soon.
As Aladdin.
WOOOOPAGE.
Excitement for Friday, our full dress rehearsal to the year 6’s hoping to come to our school. Goodness knows what image they will take away of what our school is like and what we have to offer them. Cripes.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Monday 16 November 2009
3-5 Days condensed in ONE
We saw the man again.
This time a truck blocked him.
Dad then said “I wonder what the truck he can do now!”
BAHAHAHAHAHA.
It was yet again another case of laughing out loud inside.
Elizabeth’s in London. With Alex. Doing Chartjackers things…
WOW.
And building robots ^_^
Which is beyond awesome.
What I am doing today is :
· Recovering from V.V.Brown last night (WHICH WAS FUGGING EPIC :D)
· Recovering from my weiiiiirdo dream!
· Going to see Sister Helen Prejean speak about the Death Penalty and Christian Faith
· Going to Orchestra with Bert the Bass Clarinet
· Distributing Chartjackers fliers
· Rehearsing for Panto
· Catching up with Danielle
· Going to see the light display in Durham, get cold and get as many free torches as I can before someone picks up on it
· Do all of my work after tea time
· Be thankful that I’m busy and not bored
· Finish this list and post this blog whilst avoiding the rest of the internet…apart from Twitter.
I love lists. They make me feel organised. Right, I’m going to print off some fliers and guillotine them up and slot them in the registers. Hopefully!
-
Well I managed to do it! One in every register!
Right, now to see what I managed to do yesterday…well I didn’t manage to post this. Douche.
· Sort of recovered
· Recovered from the dream…ish
· Saw Sister Helen and Bud Welcher speak; cried.
· Read The Time Traveller’s Wife in Orchestra
· DID THE CHARTJACKERS FLIERS. In the centre of Durham too, mainly to gullible students, yeahhhhh.
· Failed at Panto, but it was funny :D
· Caught up ish with Danielle
· Saw the lights, the torches were pathetic, but filmed some epic NF bits of film and long exposure pictures.
· Did sod all after tea time, we went out.
· I was thankful to be busy and not bored
· And I didn’t go on the computer at all yesterday.
I’m having a vaguely good hair day today…I think.
I came into the tech block this morning to find…two tables completely missing. And some cupboards strewn across the floor. I just stood there like 0_o and then PR and the other man brought the table back. PR called me Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH IS BAAAAAAAAACK. For now!
Oh and now I have Avenue Q in my head…
You’re not just a normal person but you’re not in the mood for me…
Winter here means you’re in summer but you’re not in the mood for me…
AAAAH MAN.
So…off to Biology, frantic tech research, major Psycho fail, and HOMEEEE. Then to Rainbows and to see Footloose! YES!
THEATRE BUZZ!
I want to go to more gigs man, the thrill of it is keeping me going! Seriously.
We need a better gig venue in Durham.
Anyone support me in this?
I found my pink leather gloves yesterday. Oh yeah, I am so jokes and you know it :D
-
Ok…so it’s Monday now. FAIL.
This weekend was major busy, Liz was back!
Footloose was EPIC. The nerdy characters were the best xD
I have found somewhere to go to a gig, FO’ FREE YESSSS on Saturday. This means no Manchester gathering. BOOO. But it means frantic panto and a jokes Band rehearsal :D
I’m getting a haircut on Friday, pleaseandthankyou.
YEY.
I’m vlogggging this week, so I’ll probably not get to post and stuff, plus I’m properly knuckling down to work. Honestly.
-
I just walked home with Richard, it was pleasant and somehow uplifting :D
And I now feel like I'm eating student food: Cheese and pesto on toast, with a carrot, to balance it out.
I'm off to Piano in 20 mins, then I'll come home, do my DOAS quotes, and UKULELE IT UPPPPP :D
Tatty bye,
Haze
This time a truck blocked him.
Dad then said “I wonder what the truck he can do now!”
BAHAHAHAHAHA.
It was yet again another case of laughing out loud inside.
Elizabeth’s in London. With Alex. Doing Chartjackers things…
WOW.
And building robots ^_^
Which is beyond awesome.
What I am doing today is :
· Recovering from V.V.Brown last night (WHICH WAS FUGGING EPIC :D)
· Recovering from my weiiiiirdo dream!
· Going to see Sister Helen Prejean speak about the Death Penalty and Christian Faith
· Going to Orchestra with Bert the Bass Clarinet
· Distributing Chartjackers fliers
· Rehearsing for Panto
· Catching up with Danielle
· Going to see the light display in Durham, get cold and get as many free torches as I can before someone picks up on it
· Do all of my work after tea time
· Be thankful that I’m busy and not bored
· Finish this list and post this blog whilst avoiding the rest of the internet…apart from Twitter.
I love lists. They make me feel organised. Right, I’m going to print off some fliers and guillotine them up and slot them in the registers. Hopefully!
-
Well I managed to do it! One in every register!
Right, now to see what I managed to do yesterday…well I didn’t manage to post this. Douche.
· Sort of recovered
· Recovered from the dream…ish
· Saw Sister Helen and Bud Welcher speak; cried.
· Read The Time Traveller’s Wife in Orchestra
· DID THE CHARTJACKERS FLIERS. In the centre of Durham too, mainly to gullible students, yeahhhhh.
· Failed at Panto, but it was funny :D
· Caught up ish with Danielle
· Saw the lights, the torches were pathetic, but filmed some epic NF bits of film and long exposure pictures.
· Did sod all after tea time, we went out.
· I was thankful to be busy and not bored
· And I didn’t go on the computer at all yesterday.
I’m having a vaguely good hair day today…I think.
I came into the tech block this morning to find…two tables completely missing. And some cupboards strewn across the floor. I just stood there like 0_o and then PR and the other man brought the table back. PR called me Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH IS BAAAAAAAAACK. For now!
Oh and now I have Avenue Q in my head…
You’re not just a normal person but you’re not in the mood for me…
Winter here means you’re in summer but you’re not in the mood for me…
AAAAH MAN.
So…off to Biology, frantic tech research, major Psycho fail, and HOMEEEE. Then to Rainbows and to see Footloose! YES!
THEATRE BUZZ!
I want to go to more gigs man, the thrill of it is keeping me going! Seriously.
We need a better gig venue in Durham.
Anyone support me in this?
I found my pink leather gloves yesterday. Oh yeah, I am so jokes and you know it :D
-
Ok…so it’s Monday now. FAIL.
This weekend was major busy, Liz was back!
Footloose was EPIC. The nerdy characters were the best xD
I have found somewhere to go to a gig, FO’ FREE YESSSS on Saturday. This means no Manchester gathering. BOOO. But it means frantic panto and a jokes Band rehearsal :D
I’m getting a haircut on Friday, pleaseandthankyou.
YEY.
I’m vlogggging this week, so I’ll probably not get to post and stuff, plus I’m properly knuckling down to work. Honestly.
-
I just walked home with Richard, it was pleasant and somehow uplifting :D
And I now feel like I'm eating student food: Cheese and pesto on toast, with a carrot, to balance it out.
I'm off to Piano in 20 mins, then I'll come home, do my DOAS quotes, and UKULELE IT UPPPPP :D
Tatty bye,
Haze
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Note to self
For future reference, don’t ever clamp the straighteners down on your hand when they’re on full heat, oh yes, 230°C… OW.
I have this little triangle of burn tissue on my thumb, like the fleshy bit of my thumb. The bit that’s still technically my hand, but is the thumb bit. And it barely scorched the palm! It’s really tough and red now…and bleedin’ obvious as well. I caught it when I was drying my hands on the towel the other day, with my nail. Dang, that stung.
Today, I am wearing my waterproof. I thought, that if I’m walking to get the bus this evening, I need a coat and scarf. So I also have a scarf. IT’S HUGE! And red and purple. It has these huge lumps of, well, wool and it even has some sparkly bits! The best thing about it, is that it was about 20p from a Primark bargain bucket type thing. TWENTY PENNIES! WOW.
It’s really, super duper long too! I think it’s about twice my height. When it’s around my neck, just the once with the two tails hanging down my front, they come to my knees.
Oh darn.
I have just realised.
It’s 8:26…a.m… and I’m not wearing boots to walk down the hill. I am…screwed to say it a little more politely than I was going to.
My feet will be in a right state now by the time I get home. Even moreso than they are now!
The cold does funny things to my feet. They go red and puffy. Does that mean I have chilblains? Probably.
Humph.
-
It’s Tuesday now.
I have just realised that this computer is far quicker at starting up and the security thing is WAY quicker at popping up over here than at my other more ordinary station. But the mouse here is cack. Yes, it still has bits of plastic on the mouse ball. GRRR.
I’m doing the rest of that tech research now, because tomorrow night is going to be silly and crazy busy. BUT IMMENSE, hopefully. I didn’t get to talk to James at al today, because he went all frantic and went to get the t-shirts done for tomorrow. And he talked to me in a weird way. I hadn’t read his text, it was in my bag. And now we both have missed calls from each other. This is a mess indeed.
Ok, so I rang him and it’s all fine.
So yeah!
V.V.Brown live tomorrow!
How has it got to November already y’all?
This is some crazyyyyy stuff.
I’m never going to say nang again.
Truth.
Tatty bye,
Haze
I have this little triangle of burn tissue on my thumb, like the fleshy bit of my thumb. The bit that’s still technically my hand, but is the thumb bit. And it barely scorched the palm! It’s really tough and red now…and bleedin’ obvious as well. I caught it when I was drying my hands on the towel the other day, with my nail. Dang, that stung.
Today, I am wearing my waterproof. I thought, that if I’m walking to get the bus this evening, I need a coat and scarf. So I also have a scarf. IT’S HUGE! And red and purple. It has these huge lumps of, well, wool and it even has some sparkly bits! The best thing about it, is that it was about 20p from a Primark bargain bucket type thing. TWENTY PENNIES! WOW.
It’s really, super duper long too! I think it’s about twice my height. When it’s around my neck, just the once with the two tails hanging down my front, they come to my knees.
Oh darn.
I have just realised.
It’s 8:26…a.m… and I’m not wearing boots to walk down the hill. I am…screwed to say it a little more politely than I was going to.
My feet will be in a right state now by the time I get home. Even moreso than they are now!
The cold does funny things to my feet. They go red and puffy. Does that mean I have chilblains? Probably.
Humph.
-
It’s Tuesday now.
I have just realised that this computer is far quicker at starting up and the security thing is WAY quicker at popping up over here than at my other more ordinary station. But the mouse here is cack. Yes, it still has bits of plastic on the mouse ball. GRRR.
I’m doing the rest of that tech research now, because tomorrow night is going to be silly and crazy busy. BUT IMMENSE, hopefully. I didn’t get to talk to James at al today, because he went all frantic and went to get the t-shirts done for tomorrow. And he talked to me in a weird way. I hadn’t read his text, it was in my bag. And now we both have missed calls from each other. This is a mess indeed.
Ok, so I rang him and it’s all fine.
So yeah!
V.V.Brown live tomorrow!
How has it got to November already y’all?
This is some crazyyyyy stuff.
I’m never going to say nang again.
Truth.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Saturday 7 November 2009
When I’m a teacher
I will clean the board thoroughly.
It’s just one of those things that really BUGS me. When someone has written on the whiteboard, and doesn’t clean it off entirely. THOSE LITTLE SMUDGES, COMMAS AND EXCLAMATION POINT POINTS, just hanging around. Just clean the board damnit! Never mind, it’s just like when I see a plug socket on with nothing plugged into it.
IT HAS TO BE SWITCHED OFF.
They actually terrify me, especially in Biology. Nevermind, stop typing insane person.
Today is the Feast Day of St.Leonard, the patron saint of our school, and (wait a minute, checks catholic.org/saints, no joke) (WAIT A MINUTE, POP UPS? AT SCHOOL __) I think its prisoners, or something like that. Catholic.org was a little bit of a fail there.
“Patronage - Political prisoners, imprisoned people, prisoners of war, and captives, women in labour, as well as horses.”
THANKYOU WIKIPEDIA. Haha, “as well as horses” Brilliant.
So yeah, we get “the morning off”. Well, we all have to be in school still, but we have a mass first, so sitting and being encouraged to sing and, y’know, pray. Then, ‘long tutor time’. It does what it says on the tin. We sit until lunchtime, in tutor. We have no idea what we will be doing today, I’m hoping GOSSIPING.
Oh, harking back to the other day, there was no cake at the presentation for University choices and all that shiz. Gutted.
TODAY IS THE DAY I ALLOW MYSELF BACK ON FACEBOOK.
FACEBOOK FRIDAY.
But only at about 8 o’clock, I have to go to Guides after Rainbows, blahh blahh, watch Waterloo Road that I didn’t manage to watch last night even though we didn’t go to Aykley Heads even to Johnny Durham spot. We were all too tired and fed up tbh, and we heard enough fireworks anyway.
I hope you guys (even if it’s just Liz who reads this) had a nang time whenever you celebrate bonfire night, if you do, and be careful with all the fire and flames an’that man.
Cheers.
"Fictionally, in the Harry Potter series, the so-called "First Wizarding War" between Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters versus the Ministry of Magic with the assistance of the Order of the Phoenix took place in the Wizarding world of the United Kingdom between 1970 and 1981."
Now, this needs to be explained. I was doing my technology research, for fashion history in the 1970’s and important dates that shaped fashion influences, on Wikipedia, naturally. AND THIS WAS JUST CHEEKILY PLACED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.
Man, do you think I should actually include it in my notes that will be copied for the rest of the class?
It’ll make Mary laugh at least ^_^
Sorry that it’s been like… a day since I wrote this.
And NOW I’m posting it :D
Tatty bye,
Haze
It’s just one of those things that really BUGS me. When someone has written on the whiteboard, and doesn’t clean it off entirely. THOSE LITTLE SMUDGES, COMMAS AND EXCLAMATION POINT POINTS, just hanging around. Just clean the board damnit! Never mind, it’s just like when I see a plug socket on with nothing plugged into it.
IT HAS TO BE SWITCHED OFF.
They actually terrify me, especially in Biology. Nevermind, stop typing insane person.
Today is the Feast Day of St.Leonard, the patron saint of our school, and (wait a minute, checks catholic.org/saints, no joke) (WAIT A MINUTE, POP UPS? AT SCHOOL __) I think its prisoners, or something like that. Catholic.org was a little bit of a fail there.
“Patronage - Political prisoners, imprisoned people, prisoners of war, and captives, women in labour, as well as horses.”
THANKYOU WIKIPEDIA. Haha, “as well as horses” Brilliant.
So yeah, we get “the morning off”. Well, we all have to be in school still, but we have a mass first, so sitting and being encouraged to sing and, y’know, pray. Then, ‘long tutor time’. It does what it says on the tin. We sit until lunchtime, in tutor. We have no idea what we will be doing today, I’m hoping GOSSIPING.
Oh, harking back to the other day, there was no cake at the presentation for University choices and all that shiz. Gutted.
TODAY IS THE DAY I ALLOW MYSELF BACK ON FACEBOOK.
FACEBOOK FRIDAY.
But only at about 8 o’clock, I have to go to Guides after Rainbows, blahh blahh, watch Waterloo Road that I didn’t manage to watch last night even though we didn’t go to Aykley Heads even to Johnny Durham spot. We were all too tired and fed up tbh, and we heard enough fireworks anyway.
I hope you guys (even if it’s just Liz who reads this) had a nang time whenever you celebrate bonfire night, if you do, and be careful with all the fire and flames an’that man.
Cheers.
"Fictionally, in the Harry Potter series, the so-called "First Wizarding War" between Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters versus the Ministry of Magic with the assistance of the Order of the Phoenix took place in the Wizarding world of the United Kingdom between 1970 and 1981."
Now, this needs to be explained. I was doing my technology research, for fashion history in the 1970’s and important dates that shaped fashion influences, on Wikipedia, naturally. AND THIS WAS JUST CHEEKILY PLACED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.
Man, do you think I should actually include it in my notes that will be copied for the rest of the class?
It’ll make Mary laugh at least ^_^
Sorry that it’s been like… a day since I wrote this.
And NOW I’m posting it :D
Tatty bye,
Haze
Wednesday 4 November 2009
Laughing out loud inside...
The car. Well, I didn’t actually LOL, this is the problem. There was a man, we think it was the same man as before, who refused to “go up on the kerb” on the way to school.
Now, I shall explain this situation. On the hill on the way up to the back of school, there is a street. Perfectly fine. On one side, there are parking bays, with designated passing bays, for if a car is coming towards you, and you need to let them past. Now, in times gone by, there apparently used to be a sign that read “Right of way for vehicles in this direction”. Yes, *our* direction. So, this arrogant man in his flashy red car decided to keep going, at us. He refused to “go up on the kerb”, which is what you’re supposed to do in this situation, it’s legalities I’m not so sure of, but he refused to. He made a face that was an “I’mgoingtomakemychinblendinwithmyneckandgrimace” face, and I giggled. Then Dad got angry and called him a KNOBHEAD. Now, that, may have just made my week. I haven’t heard that in SO long. The man then wound down his window, because the car that was infront of us was actually parking, so we couldn’t go into a passing bay, and we kept going. The man tried to shout something at us, but I was too busy laughing inside at Dad now shouting “TOSSER” to an unopened window. The man’s face was priceless. He did the arrogant hand wave (which is when you try to make a point, and flail/fail and so wave your hand to demonstrate the lost point) and drove away.
We got to school safely.
I can’t help but feel I’ve comfortably gotten into this internet regime. I mean, I said I wasn’t going to start a blog once upon a time, because my writing would be nonsensical. And I would be without the time to write anything worth reading. I feel like I was somehow meant to be this involved with my personal output on the internet. Blogging, vlogging, tweeting, and then the much detested at the moment, FACEBOOK.
I survived yesterday. However, I did hover over the book mark, ALMOST clicked it, and then remembered. And I did succeed in reading more last night. YESSSSSS.
However, I am not succeeding in texting any less. Texting twitter and Danielle lyrics recently has probably cost be just about all of my free texts this month.
The 5th of November is tomorrow. That means Akley Heads. I don’t have any friends to go with. Not that I don’t have friends, I mean my friends don’t want to go. Nevermind, I’ll probably go with the parentals and have glowsticks and try to take some lovely pictures.
I almost said NICE then. SHUDDERS.
Oh wait, I haven’t had time to post that yet. DARN.
I have to go back to Guides tonight to sort out some bossy newcomer and a disco for the new year. Man, if I’m running those decks there will be some NANG tunes bangin’ from those church speakers. WORD.
However, being in the Chamber Choir now (don’t get your hopes up world) I have to stay back until at least ¼ past 5 now. And that means less time to film, work, blahh. I have to finish my sewing for the Cathedral piece for Olive! That and a Clarinet lesson today. Wednesdays are incredibly busy, but I will have no time for the internet this evening apart from posting this and hopefully Dailyboothing.
I am hoping to enjoy my Wednesday free today, discussing important topics with Danielle. OH JOY :D I do actually mean joy there, I’m not being sarcastic.
Pure Euphoric Blissful War, Started When I Asked For More And I, I Really Miss You…(8)
MMMM MUSIC.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Now, I shall explain this situation. On the hill on the way up to the back of school, there is a street. Perfectly fine. On one side, there are parking bays, with designated passing bays, for if a car is coming towards you, and you need to let them past. Now, in times gone by, there apparently used to be a sign that read “Right of way for vehicles in this direction”. Yes, *our* direction. So, this arrogant man in his flashy red car decided to keep going, at us. He refused to “go up on the kerb”, which is what you’re supposed to do in this situation, it’s legalities I’m not so sure of, but he refused to. He made a face that was an “I’mgoingtomakemychinblendinwithmyneckandgrimace” face, and I giggled. Then Dad got angry and called him a KNOBHEAD. Now, that, may have just made my week. I haven’t heard that in SO long. The man then wound down his window, because the car that was infront of us was actually parking, so we couldn’t go into a passing bay, and we kept going. The man tried to shout something at us, but I was too busy laughing inside at Dad now shouting “TOSSER” to an unopened window. The man’s face was priceless. He did the arrogant hand wave (which is when you try to make a point, and flail/fail and so wave your hand to demonstrate the lost point) and drove away.
We got to school safely.
I can’t help but feel I’ve comfortably gotten into this internet regime. I mean, I said I wasn’t going to start a blog once upon a time, because my writing would be nonsensical. And I would be without the time to write anything worth reading. I feel like I was somehow meant to be this involved with my personal output on the internet. Blogging, vlogging, tweeting, and then the much detested at the moment, FACEBOOK.
I survived yesterday. However, I did hover over the book mark, ALMOST clicked it, and then remembered. And I did succeed in reading more last night. YESSSSSS.
However, I am not succeeding in texting any less. Texting twitter and Danielle lyrics recently has probably cost be just about all of my free texts this month.
The 5th of November is tomorrow. That means Akley Heads. I don’t have any friends to go with. Not that I don’t have friends, I mean my friends don’t want to go. Nevermind, I’ll probably go with the parentals and have glowsticks and try to take some lovely pictures.
I almost said NICE then. SHUDDERS.
Oh wait, I haven’t had time to post that yet. DARN.
I have to go back to Guides tonight to sort out some bossy newcomer and a disco for the new year. Man, if I’m running those decks there will be some NANG tunes bangin’ from those church speakers. WORD.
However, being in the Chamber Choir now (don’t get your hopes up world) I have to stay back until at least ¼ past 5 now. And that means less time to film, work, blahh. I have to finish my sewing for the Cathedral piece for Olive! That and a Clarinet lesson today. Wednesdays are incredibly busy, but I will have no time for the internet this evening apart from posting this and hopefully Dailyboothing.
I am hoping to enjoy my Wednesday free today, discussing important topics with Danielle. OH JOY :D I do actually mean joy there, I’m not being sarcastic.
Pure Euphoric Blissful War, Started When I Asked For More And I, I Really Miss You…(8)
MMMM MUSIC.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Tuesday 3 November 2009
Sticky, hot flesh and singed metal.
I do not like typing in this room after the day is over. Well, the school day.
And my ordinary one is in useage. So, I’m using one that is further into the stench pit. IT STINKS. It’s actually terrible. It’s really clinging to my nostrils, as well as the ting little flecks and chips of plastic that are stopping the mouse from moving. I mean who even uses mice with balls in anymore? They’re just impractical. Especially in the tech block.
I am now leaning back in this chair at an exceptionally dangerous angle. Lemme sit up.
Ow.
I wore my winter boots and hoodie to school today. I mean, I had to take off my hoodie when I got into the common room, but it wasn’t all bad. Wait, yes it was. Perv no.1 was sitting there, stretching back while I peeled off my hoodie. It was not seductive. My top came up abit, but I wangled it down. Eventually. Only to get my blazer tail stuck in my belt. Oh yeah, I had to wear a belt today. It’s well nang. Danielle told me about my blazer/belt mishap at lunchtime. Oh how I blushed. Back to the common room. So creep no.1 (creep, not perv now) was sitting there. Just. Watching. As if he was waiting for something. I mean, to take my hoodie off I had to take off my jacket. I REPEAT, THIS WAS NOT AT ALL SEDUCTIVE. He just sat there, drinking hot chocolate and watching. I felt icky all over. Ew. Then I went and sat with Rachel. I figured, she’s good at multi tasking, so I asked her if she’d finished the Biology whilst I could see she was reading something from someone’s Politics lesson. The person who gave her the sheet GLARED at me and said “CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S READING? DUH.”
I stuffed my bag onto another chair and plonked myself down on the one ahead of me. “Hmm well.” I said.
Rachel finished reading and answered me straight away. SEE? NO PROBLEM.
Boys indeed.
Haha, that feels so childish a statement to write. “BOYS INDEED.” I feel like it should be prefaced with “BOYS ARE ST00PID.”
Well, mostly they are. In certain fields. I am not decrying boys. However, I feel that as time goes on, these blogs will document all sorts of progressions upon that matter.
Prefect duty was pretty nang today.
“NOYHHH”
That, is how you say “NO” with a London accent. Ohh yeah. “Noyhh you have to walk arounddd, sorrehh.”
FUNNY.
I haven’t seen Danielle enough today. Well, I mean I have, but I haven’t talked to her enough. Tuesdays are my Danielle days, she’s there, in EVERY lesson with me. I sit next to her in EVERY lesson, except double Bio, but we glance at each other, over the rest of the class. I sit at the front, she sits at the back. Conor looks at me funny. I turn back around. I turn a funny shade of embarrassment, but continue in my perplexing about tissue fluid.
Fluid’s not a pleasant word. The middle of it seems abit too busy. ‘Lui’ just doesn’t flow. Ha, fluid DOES flow. I am not even remotely funny.
So yeah, Danielle left me at lunchtime to go to the hospital for her allergy checks, and I had to soldier through English by myself. Well, I did talk to Charlotte, but only really because she forgot her text, and we had to collaborate.
I’m going to the Stadium of Light tonight. Hehe, rhyme. For a university talk or whatever. The letter said there will be refreshments. I’m crossing my fingers for cake :D
I have made a “No Facebook Until Friday” pact, and when I want to go online, I’m going to read DOAS or Time Traveller’s Wife.
Done. I don’t know why I’ve said this, it shocked Danielle tbh, because I’m waiting for a reply. ALWAYS WAITING.
Wish I could be in London tomorrow for the Chartjacker’s gig D:
MANCHESTER PLEASES!
I know my Mum reads this, so PLEASE? I WILL READ MORE, I PWOMISE.
And if you catch me on Facebook before Friday, tell me off.
Of course, I will still try to DailyBooth, Tweet and write these.
They’re special.
Special Cases.
I’m hoping and praying I can persevere.
WISH ME LICK.
HAHAHAHA.
Please don’t.
Wish me LUCK!
Tatty bye,
Haze
And my ordinary one is in useage. So, I’m using one that is further into the stench pit. IT STINKS. It’s actually terrible. It’s really clinging to my nostrils, as well as the ting little flecks and chips of plastic that are stopping the mouse from moving. I mean who even uses mice with balls in anymore? They’re just impractical. Especially in the tech block.
I am now leaning back in this chair at an exceptionally dangerous angle. Lemme sit up.
Ow.
I wore my winter boots and hoodie to school today. I mean, I had to take off my hoodie when I got into the common room, but it wasn’t all bad. Wait, yes it was. Perv no.1 was sitting there, stretching back while I peeled off my hoodie. It was not seductive. My top came up abit, but I wangled it down. Eventually. Only to get my blazer tail stuck in my belt. Oh yeah, I had to wear a belt today. It’s well nang. Danielle told me about my blazer/belt mishap at lunchtime. Oh how I blushed. Back to the common room. So creep no.1 (creep, not perv now) was sitting there. Just. Watching. As if he was waiting for something. I mean, to take my hoodie off I had to take off my jacket. I REPEAT, THIS WAS NOT AT ALL SEDUCTIVE. He just sat there, drinking hot chocolate and watching. I felt icky all over. Ew. Then I went and sat with Rachel. I figured, she’s good at multi tasking, so I asked her if she’d finished the Biology whilst I could see she was reading something from someone’s Politics lesson. The person who gave her the sheet GLARED at me and said “CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S READING? DUH.”
I stuffed my bag onto another chair and plonked myself down on the one ahead of me. “Hmm well.” I said.
Rachel finished reading and answered me straight away. SEE? NO PROBLEM.
Boys indeed.
Haha, that feels so childish a statement to write. “BOYS INDEED.” I feel like it should be prefaced with “BOYS ARE ST00PID.”
Well, mostly they are. In certain fields. I am not decrying boys. However, I feel that as time goes on, these blogs will document all sorts of progressions upon that matter.
Prefect duty was pretty nang today.
“NOYHHH”
That, is how you say “NO” with a London accent. Ohh yeah. “Noyhh you have to walk arounddd, sorrehh.”
FUNNY.
I haven’t seen Danielle enough today. Well, I mean I have, but I haven’t talked to her enough. Tuesdays are my Danielle days, she’s there, in EVERY lesson with me. I sit next to her in EVERY lesson, except double Bio, but we glance at each other, over the rest of the class. I sit at the front, she sits at the back. Conor looks at me funny. I turn back around. I turn a funny shade of embarrassment, but continue in my perplexing about tissue fluid.
Fluid’s not a pleasant word. The middle of it seems abit too busy. ‘Lui’ just doesn’t flow. Ha, fluid DOES flow. I am not even remotely funny.
So yeah, Danielle left me at lunchtime to go to the hospital for her allergy checks, and I had to soldier through English by myself. Well, I did talk to Charlotte, but only really because she forgot her text, and we had to collaborate.
I’m going to the Stadium of Light tonight. Hehe, rhyme. For a university talk or whatever. The letter said there will be refreshments. I’m crossing my fingers for cake :D
I have made a “No Facebook Until Friday” pact, and when I want to go online, I’m going to read DOAS or Time Traveller’s Wife.
Done. I don’t know why I’ve said this, it shocked Danielle tbh, because I’m waiting for a reply. ALWAYS WAITING.
Wish I could be in London tomorrow for the Chartjacker’s gig D:
MANCHESTER PLEASES!
I know my Mum reads this, so PLEASE? I WILL READ MORE, I PWOMISE.
And if you catch me on Facebook before Friday, tell me off.
Of course, I will still try to DailyBooth, Tweet and write these.
They’re special.
Special Cases.
I’m hoping and praying I can persevere.
WISH ME LICK.
HAHAHAHA.
Please don’t.
Wish me LUCK!
Tatty bye,
Haze
Monday 2 November 2009
Despicable, Really!
This computer has been left on for a week. A WHOLE WEEK. Just sitting there, not even on standby, just ON. Ready to be used. I mean, it makes it far easier for me to just log on super quick, but it wasn’t even switched off at all! Not even the monitor! GAH. We have a problem here. I shall be the energy saving pioneer of the tech block. Yeah…right.
Yesterday, I had a conversation that got me thinking. And I mean really thinking. It wasn’t spoken, oh no, not in this day and age. It was over MSN. And I like those kind of conversations, don’t get me wrong, but I never seem to be able to convey what I actually mean. Sarcasm is lost, and there’s a delay that you don’t get with real life conversations. It was one of those times where I wish I could’ve just written a letter. I love writing letters. When you put the address, check it, make the indent, sign it…ahh it’s just lovely.
However, I digress! This conversation was with someone who shall remain nameless, but since speaking to them, I appear to have a written communication problem. I find myself swearing, chronically.
They said that they had this problem too, and we got into a kind of deep discussion on the power of words. I mean, swearing is only hurtful if you let it be hurtful, right? But why should such words hold the power to be even considered taboo? With everyday people swearing so chronically each and everyday, it’s lost its appeal and therefore shock factor with me. It’s supposed to be limited, that’s why it’s called swearing! It has no impact if you eff and blind in every other sentence. So, in the end, they admitted they had a problem, and said they had to go. This was a shame, I really wanted to continue the conversation. They’d just admitted they were a Slytherin. Or Gryffindor. They were in two minds about it. I think the green swayed them though. Oh the power of a colour.
What’s in a name?
NOW I HAVE THE LION KING IN MY HEAD.
Oh well!
Off to a day of ritual testing to see if I’ve worked over the holidays.
Time to crammmmmmmmmmm.
It was all fine.
THESE LYRICS ARE IN MY HEAD
"Pure euphoric blissful war, started when I asked for more and I, I really miss you. And I, I really miss you."
Yeah.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Yesterday, I had a conversation that got me thinking. And I mean really thinking. It wasn’t spoken, oh no, not in this day and age. It was over MSN. And I like those kind of conversations, don’t get me wrong, but I never seem to be able to convey what I actually mean. Sarcasm is lost, and there’s a delay that you don’t get with real life conversations. It was one of those times where I wish I could’ve just written a letter. I love writing letters. When you put the address, check it, make the indent, sign it…ahh it’s just lovely.
However, I digress! This conversation was with someone who shall remain nameless, but since speaking to them, I appear to have a written communication problem. I find myself swearing, chronically.
They said that they had this problem too, and we got into a kind of deep discussion on the power of words. I mean, swearing is only hurtful if you let it be hurtful, right? But why should such words hold the power to be even considered taboo? With everyday people swearing so chronically each and everyday, it’s lost its appeal and therefore shock factor with me. It’s supposed to be limited, that’s why it’s called swearing! It has no impact if you eff and blind in every other sentence. So, in the end, they admitted they had a problem, and said they had to go. This was a shame, I really wanted to continue the conversation. They’d just admitted they were a Slytherin. Or Gryffindor. They were in two minds about it. I think the green swayed them though. Oh the power of a colour.
What’s in a name?
NOW I HAVE THE LION KING IN MY HEAD.
Oh well!
Off to a day of ritual testing to see if I’ve worked over the holidays.
Time to crammmmmmmmmmm.
It was all fine.
THESE LYRICS ARE IN MY HEAD
"Pure euphoric blissful war, started when I asked for more and I, I really miss you. And I, I really miss you."
Yeah.
Tatty bye,
Haze
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