Yeah, it's wet.
First Lesson - Good question
Okay, so that wasn't actually a question. But needless to say I walked into school holding back tears and trying not to let them loose in front of the world. Some of my kids bellowed in their bellowing voices at me. I couldn't ignore them, they're great kids, a nice pick from the entire bunch of social groups. I gave a welcoming nod and continued towards my lockers. By the time I was finished I walked towards the Krewe hidey hole that isn't very hidey at all and is actually pretty open, probably the reason why people that a lot of us don't particularly like randomly join us and think that it's acceptable for them to do so, even though it's not. It's that chipmunk really, he's drawn them in. Why did we pick him up in the first place? That doesn't even make sense. Seriously. It doesn't. He's been to one Krewe event and he sucked. Just went off at random times when we went into shops to do stuff, so I don't think he's quite grasped that whole "friend group" thing yet. And nor will he ever, if I have anything to do with it. Oh but that's right, I don't have any fucking authority do I, Dukeystein? Anyway, the Krewe spot had been overrun by white shirts, at which point I had decided that the Krewe had just left me to wander round and "hopefully" I would find them, as so often fucking happens, but as it turns out they snuck up behind me, which was the highlight of the morning. Yes, getting raped by a jew was my highlight.
Second Lesson - Deutsch
Topeho strangled me because I sat in "his" chair. Fuck you. But I didn't lose my temper on him. That's a step forward, right? Replacing violence on other people with crying. Yes, forward indeed.
Third Lesson - Français
It wasn't too bad actually. We were reminiscing about the old French days of year 11 when we had Mme Huchet and I was known as Batman. Those were fun times, and Mme Huchet was the perfect teacher. Laid back and strict. I like to think I display those traits when I teach the young'uns.
Fourth Lesson/Fifth Lesson - Young'uns
Turns out that my star pupil in that class is actually the older sister of one of the pupils in my second-star class in year 7. Obviously the star class in year 7 is the one with all the siblings in. I can spy and/or get dirt on the people in my year. And they're just simply fantastic kids. My current year sevens are pretty good, not as amazing as the others, I'd place them 3rd in my list of favourite year sevens. Hey, if they wanted to be in the top spot, they'd have to try harder.
So yeah, I had a bad start but it got better as the day progressed.
Teaching fortunately never leaves me miserable. In fact, I was even complimented on my teaching skills, saying I'm far better than the tall quiet guy.
Yeah, something to gloat about. Suck those bitter lemons.
Wednesday 31 March 2010
Sunday 28 March 2010
Petty Annoyances
It seems that my not so subtle messages haven't gotten through.
Unsurprising to be honest, I even ranted on to Pedadu about it.
Alas he is a good friend and does keep me company on those days when it's either stay home and box the X with him or pointlessly walk/jog/bike around Kettering or wander the paths of the Sukhrahl.
Anyway, onto and uptowards.
In Lujamc's blog he said about feeling in the way of Bejocr and Johalaha in the morning and needed someone 'new' to hang with in the mornings.
Hint: I walk past you and say hi every single fricking morning and my lockers are 20 steps away.
It really pisses me off how you guys seem to only acknowledge my existence when I am standing right in your faces.
And Dukeymon, you don't need to explain yourself again.
Bejocr talked about how she loved it on Wednesday when the krewe was waiting for her at the lockers, that I will mention again, are twenty steps away from mine, and that she felt fantastic about.
I had to battle my way through hundreds of prepubescant kids to find no one waiting for me, after having to break up two fucking fights, which is quite a feat for someone who actually has no real power in the classroom, except for my incredibly angry, shouty shouty voice and tall stature. However, fortunately my current year 7s are amazing. Year 8s are still dicks though.
So do I have to shrink half a foot and grow a pair of baboingas to recieve that same feeling of being welcomed?
Seriously, it's like everyone in the world is constantly pissed off at me.
Yes, I can be a dick, but so can everyone else.
But seriously, what the fuck have I done?
Someone, just tell me, right now, what on Earth I've done to be wanted by no one.
Grr.
I better get superpowers for this.
No? Okay, God, you just keep this up and we'll see how you like it when I'm up there poking you in the eye. Constantly. With a pencil. And then I'm going to get a permanent marker and draw a cock on your head. Hah.
And yeah, yeah, atheists, this is all a bit "Oh you think this is god's doing. I see" isn't it?
But do you really think that it's coincidental that everything I've ever done has failed miserably? Someone writes a half-assed peice of shit that doesn't make sense and everyone claps their hands and goes "bravo" or "that's well wicked, mate" and I put my heart and soul into something that could work, top-selling authors-inspired story that I would consider pretty good for a person of my intelligence and it almost works, almost, so nearly there, but instead of "great start, keep this up and you could produce some pretty good stuff one day" I get a parody and become a laughing stock.
What did I do to deserve that?
What did I do to be classed as a 'pervert', despite the fact that what I say and do doesn't represent perversion at all. In any way. And if you want to argue that go ahead. But I bet you that anything you can possibly think of has no real evidence to support it.
What did I do to receive two arseholes of brothers, a violent father and no mother to grow up with?
Huh?
WHAT DID I FUCKING DO.
Enlighten me, god, or atheists or anyone else.
Enlighten me.
Unsurprising to be honest, I even ranted on to Pedadu about it.
Alas he is a good friend and does keep me company on those days when it's either stay home and box the X with him or pointlessly walk/jog/bike around Kettering or wander the paths of the Sukhrahl.
Anyway, onto and uptowards.
In Lujamc's blog he said about feeling in the way of Bejocr and Johalaha in the morning and needed someone 'new' to hang with in the mornings.
Hint: I walk past you and say hi every single fricking morning and my lockers are 20 steps away.
It really pisses me off how you guys seem to only acknowledge my existence when I am standing right in your faces.
And Dukeymon, you don't need to explain yourself again.
Bejocr talked about how she loved it on Wednesday when the krewe was waiting for her at the lockers, that I will mention again, are twenty steps away from mine, and that she felt fantastic about.
I had to battle my way through hundreds of prepubescant kids to find no one waiting for me, after having to break up two fucking fights, which is quite a feat for someone who actually has no real power in the classroom, except for my incredibly angry, shouty shouty voice and tall stature. However, fortunately my current year 7s are amazing. Year 8s are still dicks though.
So do I have to shrink half a foot and grow a pair of baboingas to recieve that same feeling of being welcomed?
Seriously, it's like everyone in the world is constantly pissed off at me.
Yes, I can be a dick, but so can everyone else.
But seriously, what the fuck have I done?
Someone, just tell me, right now, what on Earth I've done to be wanted by no one.
Grr.
I better get superpowers for this.
No? Okay, God, you just keep this up and we'll see how you like it when I'm up there poking you in the eye. Constantly. With a pencil. And then I'm going to get a permanent marker and draw a cock on your head. Hah.
And yeah, yeah, atheists, this is all a bit "Oh you think this is god's doing. I see" isn't it?
But do you really think that it's coincidental that everything I've ever done has failed miserably? Someone writes a half-assed peice of shit that doesn't make sense and everyone claps their hands and goes "bravo" or "that's well wicked, mate" and I put my heart and soul into something that could work, top-selling authors-inspired story that I would consider pretty good for a person of my intelligence and it almost works, almost, so nearly there, but instead of "great start, keep this up and you could produce some pretty good stuff one day" I get a parody and become a laughing stock.
What did I do to deserve that?
What did I do to be classed as a 'pervert', despite the fact that what I say and do doesn't represent perversion at all. In any way. And if you want to argue that go ahead. But I bet you that anything you can possibly think of has no real evidence to support it.
What did I do to receive two arseholes of brothers, a violent father and no mother to grow up with?
Huh?
WHAT DID I FUCKING DO.
Enlighten me, god, or atheists or anyone else.
Enlighten me.
Tuesday 23 March 2010
Fist of God Tuesday
Lujamc will get it ;)
Anyway, on to it and what not.
First Lesson - Structured Study
In the time that I promised myself that I'd be learning my French, I got the guys to decide what their chosen events will be at our upcoming Battle of the Sexes within the Krewe.
It's straightforward, three competitors on each side, me as the judge and a whole mess of fun and crazy competitions. More on that later.
Tutor Time
...
It's been left blank for a reason.
Second Lesson - French
I felt the need to isolate myself this lesson, partly because I couldn't be bothered to create room on the incredibly cramped table, partly because I wanted to learn some more of my speaking questions, partly because they won't miss me and partly because I could feel anger brewing up inside me. I could not be bothered with the moan that I didn't bring sweets in, which I apparently have to buy with no money, and any money I did have went to charity.
"What a stupid idea," you might say.
But I put it to you that a decent person looks at the coins that they have left after spending it all on clothes and useless shit like sweets for lessons and instead thinks "Someone else could do better with it." So I gave it up. Straight in the bucket. And then there's the money for the Shirt of Hurt campaign that I need to pay up when the dynamic duo ask for it.
So fuck off, twat-cunts.
I'll do it when I have money that apparently can be wasted on such a useless opportunity.
You want to judge me because of that?
Fine.
Go ahead.
I really don't give a shit.
Why have I gone this far in depth?
Because I could hear you judging me, even if you didn't sound the necessary words to form a sentence detailing your judgement. I could still fucking hear you all going "What a selfish cunt"
You think I didn't have the intention of buying them?
Well you're fucking wrong.
But I believe my money is better spend saving people's lives than feeding your fat, apparently money spewing holes.
Third Lesson - Free
In another lesson where I planned to speak French, I decided to write down the girl's even ideas.
So
Here they are.
Football, rugby, the convenient dinner competition, arm wrestling, the limbo, trampoline wrestling, who can eat the [...] the fastest? who can give me the most money? General knowledge quiz, QI style General Ignorance quiz, Call of Duty, Wii Sports, Grifball from Halo, 6 legged sack race at noon, the loudest burp competition, piggy back race, Questions Only improv round, pattycakes?, the balance competition, un deux trois?, skipping ropes, embroidery, dancing, manicures, eye brow plucking, biggest earrings, paper aeroplane race, leg waxing, the styling competition, the Who can wear make-up for the longest stint? round, trampoline acrobatics, 100m dash, impress me with your impressions, the "Me" quiz, the high heel 50m race, twister, the Sound Effects improv round, a Hoedown improv round, hula hoops, netball, gay chicken, straight chicken and the Scenes We'd Like to See improv round.
I will of course be the host and judge of these events, and I reckon this would be a good place to tally up the scores.
Fourth Lesson - Media
I got a B in my first mock exam :)
This made me happy
Then we went off and did other work... work that I got bored of attempting to do so I uhh... what did I do? I filled the time by writing other stuff about stuff.
Fifth Lesson - DT
Not much to report.
Last time we were in DT it was coursework, now it isn't. It's revision! Yay!
So yeah, quite a mixed day to say the least.
I reckon my mood is Joy but Cross at the same time.
I also have a bad feeling that this angry streak won't halt itself tomorrow.
But we shall see.
I just need to calm myself down if I do, take a time out and what not.
See you all soon.
Anyway, on to it and what not.
First Lesson - Structured Study
In the time that I promised myself that I'd be learning my French, I got the guys to decide what their chosen events will be at our upcoming Battle of the Sexes within the Krewe.
It's straightforward, three competitors on each side, me as the judge and a whole mess of fun and crazy competitions. More on that later.
Tutor Time
...
It's been left blank for a reason.
Second Lesson - French
I felt the need to isolate myself this lesson, partly because I couldn't be bothered to create room on the incredibly cramped table, partly because I wanted to learn some more of my speaking questions, partly because they won't miss me and partly because I could feel anger brewing up inside me. I could not be bothered with the moan that I didn't bring sweets in, which I apparently have to buy with no money, and any money I did have went to charity.
"What a stupid idea," you might say.
But I put it to you that a decent person looks at the coins that they have left after spending it all on clothes and useless shit like sweets for lessons and instead thinks "Someone else could do better with it." So I gave it up. Straight in the bucket. And then there's the money for the Shirt of Hurt campaign that I need to pay up when the dynamic duo ask for it.
So fuck off, twat-cunts.
I'll do it when I have money that apparently can be wasted on such a useless opportunity.
You want to judge me because of that?
Fine.
Go ahead.
I really don't give a shit.
Why have I gone this far in depth?
Because I could hear you judging me, even if you didn't sound the necessary words to form a sentence detailing your judgement. I could still fucking hear you all going "What a selfish cunt"
You think I didn't have the intention of buying them?
Well you're fucking wrong.
But I believe my money is better spend saving people's lives than feeding your fat, apparently money spewing holes.
Third Lesson - Free
In another lesson where I planned to speak French, I decided to write down the girl's even ideas.
So
Here they are.
Football, rugby, the convenient dinner competition, arm wrestling, the limbo, trampoline wrestling, who can eat the [...] the fastest? who can give me the most money? General knowledge quiz, QI style General Ignorance quiz, Call of Duty, Wii Sports, Grifball from Halo, 6 legged sack race at noon, the loudest burp competition, piggy back race, Questions Only improv round, pattycakes?, the balance competition, un deux trois?, skipping ropes, embroidery, dancing, manicures, eye brow plucking, biggest earrings, paper aeroplane race, leg waxing, the styling competition, the Who can wear make-up for the longest stint? round, trampoline acrobatics, 100m dash, impress me with your impressions, the "Me" quiz, the high heel 50m race, twister, the Sound Effects improv round, a Hoedown improv round, hula hoops, netball, gay chicken, straight chicken and the Scenes We'd Like to See improv round.
I will of course be the host and judge of these events, and I reckon this would be a good place to tally up the scores.
Fourth Lesson - Media
I got a B in my first mock exam :)
This made me happy
Then we went off and did other work... work that I got bored of attempting to do so I uhh... what did I do? I filled the time by writing other stuff about stuff.
Fifth Lesson - DT
Not much to report.
Last time we were in DT it was coursework, now it isn't. It's revision! Yay!
So yeah, quite a mixed day to say the least.
I reckon my mood is Joy but Cross at the same time.
I also have a bad feeling that this angry streak won't halt itself tomorrow.
But we shall see.
I just need to calm myself down if I do, take a time out and what not.
See you all soon.
Thursday 18 March 2010
HUGE NEWS
I'M GETTING A NEW DOG!
No more wanting a small furry animal to gallop towards me and jump on me as I walk in through the door. Soon I will have that all again!
Yay!
I've literally just found out, my Dad announced to me.
The cleaner's going to train it for three months (because we don't have the number of people that are at home enough of the time to do that) and then in June-ish time we'll have him or her.
So right now, over the next few months, I need to compile a list of names.
Please, all of you, anyone reading, just think of a name, and put it in a comment.
Then there'll be a vote
Then that will be my official name put forward in the family discussion.
Unless I don't like what you choose.
I'm not calling my new dog Syndrome, for example.
No more wanting a small furry animal to gallop towards me and jump on me as I walk in through the door. Soon I will have that all again!
Yay!
I've literally just found out, my Dad announced to me.
The cleaner's going to train it for three months (because we don't have the number of people that are at home enough of the time to do that) and then in June-ish time we'll have him or her.
So right now, over the next few months, I need to compile a list of names.
Please, all of you, anyone reading, just think of a name, and put it in a comment.
Then there'll be a vote
Then that will be my official name put forward in the family discussion.
Unless I don't like what you choose.
I'm not calling my new dog Syndrome, for example.
Repression
So God decided to bring back some horrible memories from my childhood and it's kind of bumming me out.
I haven't tried to let it get in the way of social interactions with friends and such, but occasionally I've just gone "fuck it" and punched a wall.
But hey, I've repressed a few feelings lately, and I don't think god was liking all this "Hey I'll just put this emotion to one side and get on with things" thing that I've been managing to do as of late.
Fuck you, g-dogg. You used to be cool, man.
"I'm still cool!"
Then make these images disappear from my head then, you tool.
"..."
Yeah, that's what I thought.
All about 'balance' isn't it?
Grr.
In other news, the German mock went a bit shit and the Taliban have said "Okay, America, take it, we give up. We're surrendering and what not. Just add us on Facebook!"
I may have made one of those up.
But anyway, I've got the French mock to revise for now, which I will damn well do good in. You'll see. You'll all see.
Okay, yeah, I've admitted defeat.
The mock isn't going to go well, at all.
Blame the French teachers for that.
Descje knows what I'm talking about.
Je vous dis adieu, mes copains.
I's out, as a white man trying to be a black man would say.
I haven't tried to let it get in the way of social interactions with friends and such, but occasionally I've just gone "fuck it" and punched a wall.
But hey, I've repressed a few feelings lately, and I don't think god was liking all this "Hey I'll just put this emotion to one side and get on with things" thing that I've been managing to do as of late.
Fuck you, g-dogg. You used to be cool, man.
"I'm still cool!"
Then make these images disappear from my head then, you tool.
"..."
Yeah, that's what I thought.
All about 'balance' isn't it?
Grr.
In other news, the German mock went a bit shit and the Taliban have said "Okay, America, take it, we give up. We're surrendering and what not. Just add us on Facebook!"
I may have made one of those up.
But anyway, I've got the French mock to revise for now, which I will damn well do good in. You'll see. You'll all see.
Okay, yeah, I've admitted defeat.
The mock isn't going to go well, at all.
Blame the French teachers for that.
Descje knows what I'm talking about.
Je vous dis adieu, mes copains.
I's out, as a white man trying to be a black man would say.
Monday 15 March 2010
Miserable Monday
It's only miserable because we have been forced back into the monotony of school life.
Fun stuff.
To make matters interesting, I've got a German speaking mock tomorrow that I'm totally not ready for. In fact, I don't think anyone is. At all. Maybe Johalaha.
Anyway, onto the awesome structure!
First Lesson - Media
Just to really hit it home that this term was going to be hell, Miss T decided to give us a mock exam! I don't think this is actually that bad, since essay writing is one of my strengths, I think. Heck, I don't know what my strengths are really, which is of course one of my weaknesses.
Tutor Time
Ah, this is something I've missed. The chat with Lamaal at tutor time. I probably shouldn't say what was discussed, for disclosure reasons, but yeah, we had a good chat.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
It started with Dukeystein being an arse and refusing to sit in our usual spot. It's a perfectly good spot. It's in a nice position where not many people can see us, and it's quite close to Pamchu and Joancl so if I feel the need to interract with them, I could. But noooo, he had to sit elsewhere, and then text and email me to come over. Wuhhat a tuhit. Turns out I just ended up doing work anyway. Also the computers he and Lujamc were out didn't even have ProDesktop! Our usual computers are fine, they work, they have ProDesktop and the other programs I need. Arsehole. And no, I'm not dropping this.
Third Lesson - French
Sat there learning my speaking booklet. Didn't get very far.
Fourth Lesson - DT
Made some more headway with my project. I've decided to frost parts of my design to uhh... hide the imperfections. I don't want to sit there for a year trying to wet and dry my way to victory. It won't work anyway, if I wet and dry, all it will do is make a nice opaque section on my nice clear acrylic. That is something I do not want. Next task is to figure out what to do with the handle, I'm not leaving it with a huge hole in the top... although I could use that frost to my advantage again...
Fifth Lesson - German
As I said, I have a mock tomorrow so I really, reheheaaaally need to get on and learn this fucking topic or I'll be dead in the water. Or I'll just make it up... nah, I'll get a better grade if I learn this and blab the rest. Yeah, good idea, Pete. Thanks, Pete. No problem, Pete. Okay, I've gone crazy.
No you haven't.
Shut up.
Okay.
So yeah, I spent half the lesson with Chibberd as she corrected my work, and then we finished off by watching Andere Fred.
Oh Andere Fred
Mutti lass ihn auf der Kopf allen
Jetzt ist er nicht so Klug
Er ist ein bisschen anderes...
... nur ein bisschen...
*400% speed bridge*
So yeah, that's Miserable Monday.
I wonder what fantastic alliteration I'll think of for Tuesday
Ooh, only time will tell.
Until next time.
Buhbye
Fun stuff.
To make matters interesting, I've got a German speaking mock tomorrow that I'm totally not ready for. In fact, I don't think anyone is. At all. Maybe Johalaha.
Anyway, onto the awesome structure!
First Lesson - Media
Just to really hit it home that this term was going to be hell, Miss T decided to give us a mock exam! I don't think this is actually that bad, since essay writing is one of my strengths, I think. Heck, I don't know what my strengths are really, which is of course one of my weaknesses.
Tutor Time
Ah, this is something I've missed. The chat with Lamaal at tutor time. I probably shouldn't say what was discussed, for disclosure reasons, but yeah, we had a good chat.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
It started with Dukeystein being an arse and refusing to sit in our usual spot. It's a perfectly good spot. It's in a nice position where not many people can see us, and it's quite close to Pamchu and Joancl so if I feel the need to interract with them, I could. But noooo, he had to sit elsewhere, and then text and email me to come over. Wuhhat a tuhit. Turns out I just ended up doing work anyway. Also the computers he and Lujamc were out didn't even have ProDesktop! Our usual computers are fine, they work, they have ProDesktop and the other programs I need. Arsehole. And no, I'm not dropping this.
Third Lesson - French
Sat there learning my speaking booklet. Didn't get very far.
Fourth Lesson - DT
Made some more headway with my project. I've decided to frost parts of my design to uhh... hide the imperfections. I don't want to sit there for a year trying to wet and dry my way to victory. It won't work anyway, if I wet and dry, all it will do is make a nice opaque section on my nice clear acrylic. That is something I do not want. Next task is to figure out what to do with the handle, I'm not leaving it with a huge hole in the top... although I could use that frost to my advantage again...
Fifth Lesson - German
As I said, I have a mock tomorrow so I really, reheheaaaally need to get on and learn this fucking topic or I'll be dead in the water. Or I'll just make it up... nah, I'll get a better grade if I learn this and blab the rest. Yeah, good idea, Pete. Thanks, Pete. No problem, Pete. Okay, I've gone crazy.
No you haven't.
Shut up.
Okay.
So yeah, I spent half the lesson with Chibberd as she corrected my work, and then we finished off by watching Andere Fred.
Oh Andere Fred
Mutti lass ihn auf der Kopf allen
Jetzt ist er nicht so Klug
Er ist ein bisschen anderes...
... nur ein bisschen...
*400% speed bridge*
So yeah, that's Miserable Monday.
I wonder what fantastic alliteration I'll think of for Tuesday
Ooh, only time will tell.
Until next time.
Buhbye
Friday 12 March 2010
Sigh.
Captain Domestic Violence and Wonder Bitch strike again!
Okay, domestic violence is a bit of a strong term, but meh.
It's still violent.
Sigh.
Will it ever end?
I mean, I'm not the one under fire, admittedly, but would you want to live in a house where half the time someone is being threatened with beatings?
Only threatening, mind, so don't go worrying and phone the police and stuff.
Seriously, don't.
Or do, it would mix things up a little.
Yeah, I might get adopted by a rapist, who would take pictures of me when I sleep.
And then my porn star career would begin.
But I'd also be raped.
Yeah, don't.
I mean, fighting over the dinner table? Really?
That's pathetic.
I mean, I've been known to have a shout at people occasionally over stupid things, but this is ridiculous.
It's like they want to drive a wedge in the family.
Well, a bigger one.
Ooh, get this, two posts in one day.
Shazam.
Okay, domestic violence is a bit of a strong term, but meh.
It's still violent.
Sigh.
Will it ever end?
I mean, I'm not the one under fire, admittedly, but would you want to live in a house where half the time someone is being threatened with beatings?
Only threatening, mind, so don't go worrying and phone the police and stuff.
Seriously, don't.
Or do, it would mix things up a little.
Yeah, I might get adopted by a rapist, who would take pictures of me when I sleep.
And then my porn star career would begin.
But I'd also be raped.
Yeah, don't.
I mean, fighting over the dinner table? Really?
That's pathetic.
I mean, I've been known to have a shout at people occasionally over stupid things, but this is ridiculous.
It's like they want to drive a wedge in the family.
Well, a bigger one.
Ooh, get this, two posts in one day.
Shazam.
Holy Innuendo, Batman!
Geddit? Holy - holey. It's an innuendo.
Hah.
Not funny.
But yes, we all remember watching Batman and Robin as a kid, don't we? With Batman being all serious and Robin varying his catchphrase to make him sound interesting, yet he was simply boring.
Here's a fact, after his career in Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder became a porn star and when people (especially women) asked for his autograph he signed it in what he would call "Batsperm" (because, as you know, everything Batman and Robin used had Bat- on the front of it. For example, the Batcave, the Batmobile, the Batboat, the Batstingermissile, the Batrope etc), basically he had sex with a lot of people.
Anyway, enough of QI.
Onto what I've been up to over the last week or so.
The Krewe plus another minus a few went to go and see Alice in Wonderland 3D at the Odeon on Monday, and it was actually pretty damn amazing.
It was everything is should have been. Alice was a bit annoying with her voice and the way she spoke occasionally, but that is exactly how it is supposed to be.
The Mad Hatter was an amazing character, thought, as everyone should expect.
It was my first 3D experience, and to be honest a couple of things made me 'jump' when I thought they were coming out of the screen at me.
But yeah, after a couple of flying balls I got used to it.
What can I say other than that? I had a great time.
Also went bowling yesterday with ALL of the Krewe.
That doesn't usually happen.
Hababasi usually pisses off to do something else, work on his car or what not.
But no, all 9 of us were there to celebrate their (yeah, not mine, I didn't get any) exam results and Ailogo's birthday.
It was fantastic, as I won the second round.
Which seems to be a recurring thing actually, I always win the second round...
Meh.
And thus I leave on a thought.
Not a bright thought, mind.
It's just another glimpse into my life, and how I'm affected on certain days and what not.
After bowling certain people went mother's day shopping, and while that's not the thing that bothers me, no, it doesn't at all, it's just something another thing that I miss out on that people seem to enjoy to do.
You know, celebrating a day for their mums.
But meh, I figure if I stay away from Facebook I shouldn't be bombarded with lots of reminders that people have something great that I don't.
Eugh, I feel bad for lowering the tone there.
Rabbits.
Baby rabbits.
Baby rabbits bouncing around in their little field.
There, that's better.
Buhbye.
Hah.
Not funny.
But yes, we all remember watching Batman and Robin as a kid, don't we? With Batman being all serious and Robin varying his catchphrase to make him sound interesting, yet he was simply boring.
Here's a fact, after his career in Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder became a porn star and when people (especially women) asked for his autograph he signed it in what he would call "Batsperm" (because, as you know, everything Batman and Robin used had Bat- on the front of it. For example, the Batcave, the Batmobile, the Batboat, the Batstingermissile, the Batrope etc), basically he had sex with a lot of people.
Anyway, enough of QI.
Onto what I've been up to over the last week or so.
The Krewe plus another minus a few went to go and see Alice in Wonderland 3D at the Odeon on Monday, and it was actually pretty damn amazing.
It was everything is should have been. Alice was a bit annoying with her voice and the way she spoke occasionally, but that is exactly how it is supposed to be.
The Mad Hatter was an amazing character, thought, as everyone should expect.
It was my first 3D experience, and to be honest a couple of things made me 'jump' when I thought they were coming out of the screen at me.
But yeah, after a couple of flying balls I got used to it.
What can I say other than that? I had a great time.
Also went bowling yesterday with ALL of the Krewe.
That doesn't usually happen.
Hababasi usually pisses off to do something else, work on his car or what not.
But no, all 9 of us were there to celebrate their (yeah, not mine, I didn't get any) exam results and Ailogo's birthday.
It was fantastic, as I won the second round.
Which seems to be a recurring thing actually, I always win the second round...
Meh.
And thus I leave on a thought.
Not a bright thought, mind.
It's just another glimpse into my life, and how I'm affected on certain days and what not.
After bowling certain people went mother's day shopping, and while that's not the thing that bothers me, no, it doesn't at all, it's just something another thing that I miss out on that people seem to enjoy to do.
You know, celebrating a day for their mums.
But meh, I figure if I stay away from Facebook I shouldn't be bombarded with lots of reminders that people have something great that I don't.
Eugh, I feel bad for lowering the tone there.
Rabbits.
Baby rabbits.
Baby rabbits bouncing around in their little field.
There, that's better.
Buhbye.
Saturday 6 March 2010
Solitude Saturday
Yeah, I was kind of hoping this week's 'my day' blog would include a Krewe activity.
But, as the title suggests (and these titles are getting good. I mean, suck on that alliteration), there wasn't one.
Which is fair enough, we're busy people, and we can't always be ferrying around different towns. Buses are fuck expensive today.
You know what else sucks? I can't have an awesome structure.
Or maybe... maybe I can.
08:35-10:05 - Sleep
10:05-10:20 - Sleep
10:20-11:35 - Sleep
11:35-11:50 - Got up
11:50-13:35 - Breakfast
I made myself a cheese, chicken and ham sandwich, bunged in the microwave for 50 seconds to get that awesome taste. I also got asked if I wanted lunch, I declined and had a banana. No point having a sandwich straight after another one. I then proceeded to eat biscuits and other healthy snack foods during this time.
13:35-14:50 - God knows
Oh yeah, I took Poppet for a walk.
She's an awesome dog, only had her for this week though.
I'd love to just keep her, forever.
I miss having a dog around.
I lost my dog in the summer, that shook me up real bad.
He was literally my best friend, as sad as that sounds, but hey? If the only person whom you could talk to in your house wasn't your best friend, who were they?
Sometimes I feel like god is just taking everything away from me, and giving nothing back. Sorry to get all religious on your asses, but what other thing would I use? I could say life's taking everything... whatever.
But seriously, it sucks. So fucking much.
Just give me a new family already, god, it'd solve everything.
No?
Alright.
Fuck you.
14:50-16:05 - God knows
Oh yeah, I went on the Xbox to enjoy shooting foreigners with Herr Dukeystein, AKA Pedadu, or his extended title Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein. Or his lessar title, Dukemeister, or Dukelworth or Dukington or any other variant of Duke.
Yeah, the structure didn't work too well for Solitude Saturday.
But meh. What can you do?
Oh yeah, for any of you that don't know, that's how my lessons work.
But without sleep for the first lesson, I do actually have to do work.
Wish I could sleep through first lesson, but meh, can't have everything.
But, as the title suggests (and these titles are getting good. I mean, suck on that alliteration), there wasn't one.
Which is fair enough, we're busy people, and we can't always be ferrying around different towns. Buses are fuck expensive today.
You know what else sucks? I can't have an awesome structure.
Or maybe... maybe I can.
08:35-10:05 - Sleep
10:05-10:20 - Sleep
10:20-11:35 - Sleep
11:35-11:50 - Got up
11:50-13:35 - Breakfast
I made myself a cheese, chicken and ham sandwich, bunged in the microwave for 50 seconds to get that awesome taste. I also got asked if I wanted lunch, I declined and had a banana. No point having a sandwich straight after another one. I then proceeded to eat biscuits and other healthy snack foods during this time.
13:35-14:50 - God knows
Oh yeah, I took Poppet for a walk.
She's an awesome dog, only had her for this week though.
I'd love to just keep her, forever.
I miss having a dog around.
I lost my dog in the summer, that shook me up real bad.
He was literally my best friend, as sad as that sounds, but hey? If the only person whom you could talk to in your house wasn't your best friend, who were they?
Sometimes I feel like god is just taking everything away from me, and giving nothing back. Sorry to get all religious on your asses, but what other thing would I use? I could say life's taking everything... whatever.
But seriously, it sucks. So fucking much.
Just give me a new family already, god, it'd solve everything.
No?
Alright.
Fuck you.
14:50-16:05 - God knows
Oh yeah, I went on the Xbox to enjoy shooting foreigners with Herr Dukeystein, AKA Pedadu, or his extended title Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein. Or his lessar title, Dukemeister, or Dukelworth or Dukington or any other variant of Duke.
Yeah, the structure didn't work too well for Solitude Saturday.
But meh. What can you do?
Oh yeah, for any of you that don't know, that's how my lessons work.
But without sleep for the first lesson, I do actually have to do work.
Wish I could sleep through first lesson, but meh, can't have everything.
Wednesday 3 March 2010
Touché
Yes, it was part of one of our "Normal Chatola" conversations.
I'd just rejoined the chat and everyone had left apart from myself, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein (Pedadu) and Ailoango, and I found myself explaining the meaning of the word 'touché'.
Needless to say, I ended up using it in an amusing context, saying it would be stupid to say it in a really heated argument.
"YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!"
"No I'm not, don't be stupid."
"THEN WHY DO THESE KNICKERS SAY 'JANICE' IN THEM?"
"Ah.. touché."
Which leads the post nicely on to another little thing about me.
I haven't previously told you about my creative side.
That little author inside me just trying to burst out and tell everyone about stuff that doesn't exist.
Sometimes it comes in little doses like that ^^
Other times it wants to write an entire story about a Boy...
A Boy with No Name.
Watch your shadow, it might not be yours.
Booyah, got an advertisement in a blog, how wicked am I?
Not that wicked.
And yeah, sometimes it wants to write an octology about a guy called Tom Richardson, AKA the Bullet Runner.
Kinda sounds like Blade Runner doesn't it?
Well shut up.
That had nothing to do with the naming.
I needed a name, and I thought Bullet was a good start, and then Runner just followed.
What? I also have names like the Trouble Maker, Overly Cocky, Copy Cat, Feminine Fighter, Natural Leader, and then some amusing names that made me smile when I wrote them.
Anyway, today, the 04 March 2010, Wednesday.
'Twas a good day, had a portion of the krewe over for a few cold drinks and a chat around the coffee table.
Had quite an amusing time, as always :)
Right, have a good time with wHatever activies you may be entertaining yourself with.
I'm bugging out.
Ciao.
I'd just rejoined the chat and everyone had left apart from myself, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein (Pedadu) and Ailoango, and I found myself explaining the meaning of the word 'touché'.
Needless to say, I ended up using it in an amusing context, saying it would be stupid to say it in a really heated argument.
"YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!"
"No I'm not, don't be stupid."
"THEN WHY DO THESE KNICKERS SAY 'JANICE' IN THEM?"
"Ah.. touché."
Which leads the post nicely on to another little thing about me.
I haven't previously told you about my creative side.
That little author inside me just trying to burst out and tell everyone about stuff that doesn't exist.
Sometimes it comes in little doses like that ^^
Other times it wants to write an entire story about a Boy...
A Boy with No Name.
Watch your shadow, it might not be yours.
Booyah, got an advertisement in a blog, how wicked am I?
Not that wicked.
And yeah, sometimes it wants to write an octology about a guy called Tom Richardson, AKA the Bullet Runner.
Kinda sounds like Blade Runner doesn't it?
Well shut up.
That had nothing to do with the naming.
I needed a name, and I thought Bullet was a good start, and then Runner just followed.
What? I also have names like the Trouble Maker, Overly Cocky, Copy Cat, Feminine Fighter, Natural Leader, and then some amusing names that made me smile when I wrote them.
Anyway, today, the 04 March 2010, Wednesday.
'Twas a good day, had a portion of the krewe over for a few cold drinks and a chat around the coffee table.
Had quite an amusing time, as always :)
Right, have a good time with wHatever activies you may be entertaining yourself with.
I'm bugging out.
Ciao.
Monday 1 March 2010
"Goooooooooooood-
-evening, good evening, good evening, hello, hello, hellooo... and welcome, to another edition of QI." - Stephen Fry
Right, Pedadu said "Oi, you need to update your blog."
And I said, "Have you updated your blog?"
"No."
"Well then, fuck you."
But, hey, here I am.
You win this round, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein.
So the holiday has gone off to a pretty good start, saw the Krewe on Saturday, organised a Wickie Wednesday, and hopefully they'll all be coming over in a couple of days.
Shoop da whoop.
That's something I haven't said in a wHile.
Damn, there wasn't a new QI last week.
Yeah, the introduction reminded me to look.
And now I'm annoyed.
No new QI means no furtherment of true knowledge and finding out that all the stuff we've learned in school is A LIE.
Sad face.
Anyway, don't think I have anything else to say really.
Just to tell you all that things aren't too bad.
Not too bad at all.
Slightly happier face :)
Right, I'm 'signing off', as the term seems to be these days.
Stay safe.
Keep off drugs.
Don't trust men who hide in bushes nibbling their charred, dirty finger nails.
Seriously, don't.
They're probably paedophiles, or murderers, or rapists, or tramps.
And you do not want to come across a tramp during mating season.
They get nasty.
Their money goes towards aphrodesiacs instead of heroine.
This is the longest sign off ever.
Uhh... oh!
Pinch, punch, first of the month.
Wicked.
Bye!
Right, Pedadu said "Oi, you need to update your blog."
And I said, "Have you updated your blog?"
"No."
"Well then, fuck you."
But, hey, here I am.
You win this round, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein.
So the holiday has gone off to a pretty good start, saw the Krewe on Saturday, organised a Wickie Wednesday, and hopefully they'll all be coming over in a couple of days.
Shoop da whoop.
That's something I haven't said in a wHile.
Damn, there wasn't a new QI last week.
Yeah, the introduction reminded me to look.
And now I'm annoyed.
No new QI means no furtherment of true knowledge and finding out that all the stuff we've learned in school is A LIE.
Sad face.
Anyway, don't think I have anything else to say really.
Just to tell you all that things aren't too bad.
Not too bad at all.
Slightly happier face :)
Right, I'm 'signing off', as the term seems to be these days.
Stay safe.
Keep off drugs.
Don't trust men who hide in bushes nibbling their charred, dirty finger nails.
Seriously, don't.
They're probably paedophiles, or murderers, or rapists, or tramps.
And you do not want to come across a tramp during mating season.
They get nasty.
Their money goes towards aphrodesiacs instead of heroine.
This is the longest sign off ever.
Uhh... oh!
Pinch, punch, first of the month.
Wicked.
Bye!
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