Okay, yeah, second one today.
And guess what?
I'm going to live up to that promise after all.
This is going to be a happy post.
While I often talk about how great or crappy my different groups are in the "my day" blogs, I haven't actually sat down and considered what impact my kids have had on my current life.
And they've had a pretty big impact.
I love teaching on Wednesday afternoons, it brings joy to my otherwise pointless life.
I love the fact that attractive girls often notice that I sometimes have a crowd of kids following me and say "Ooh, looks like you've got a fan club, Peter."
I love that they take my advice, and use it, and then are better off because of it.
"Oh I can't do it," and "I give up," is something I've heard more than once. You know what has happened at the end of every lesson like this? After my small amount of input and teaching, they manage to run up to me at the end of the lesson, with a beaming smiler on their little face saying, "Look! I did it!"
And I'm like "I told you so"
And then they skip away merrily, proud of their achievement.
Purely because I was in the classroom.
It's now even gotten to the point where I have an obvious "biggest fan"
A little girl who "boff-knots" me every time we cross paths, and occasionally asks for a hug, and on occasion has even said "I love you really" after pulling her silly little prank.
Yes, it might sound a little weird, but don't judge it, just see it as a sign that I've made a difference in those little kids' lives.
Because these are my kids.
These are the little people who still need a bringing up.
And that's why I call them my kids.
I help them in their final stages before they need to become more independent.
And I love it.
And then there's the year eights.
This is the year when the "rebels" shine through.
This is the year when suddenly sex makes sense.
This is the year when they ask the stupid questions to me.
So yeah, I have to shout sometimes to get them to work.
I have to be a little tough.
But yet they're still somehow fantastic at brightening my day.
Even if by the end of their lesson with me I just want to climb into bed and sleep off all the shouts.
But year eight contains my second biggest fan, ironically the sister of my biggest fan.
Year eight also contains the starts of social groups, and it's incredibly interesting to see them form as time goes by, and also the concept of "teachers are sexist, and always pick on the guys" makes total sense to me now.
I love teaching the students who want to do the best that they can do, and therefore often ask for my help to do it, and guess who these students are? Yeah, girls.
The only thing the guys of year eight want to do is piss off the teacher.
But hey ho.
So yeah, teaching.
A purpose in my life.
And a great purpose at that.
Making differences to kids' lives.
It's a fantastic feeling.
One of the best feelings ever.
And while I may complain about being lonely and such, I realise that this hole is partially filled by my hundred and fifty odd kids.
Excellent stuff.
Nanight.
Friday 30 April 2010
Working in...
... working up, and working out.
Yeah, another one of my things.
Putting on, up, in, off and out after a verb makes them so much more awesome.
"Let's roll up, roll in and roll out."
Does it make much sense? No. But it is awesome to say.
Eugh, I always start blogs badly.
That isn't funny or witty.
It's stupid.
Sorry, just put myself in a negative mood.
There's a reason as to why my blog has been titled like it has.
Well, there's a reason for every title, but you know, I'm just working onto the main topic of this blog.
Slowly.
This blog is all about my inability to sustain a regular workout.
And I'm fed up of it.
It's no secret that I'm completely two dimensional.
I'm thinner than an anorexic lemur, for Christ's sake.
This has caused me to have absolutely no energy to do anything for a long period of time.
Yes, I can run pretty quick.
Yes, I can pick up heavy objects.
But can I run a marathon?
Can I move said heavy object from one end of a playing field to the other?
The answer to both of these is no.
And while they might be extreme examples, I think they help put things in perspective.
Constantly I try to get down and do some push ups, but after only a few minutes my body just says "no" and I lay down and start crying, and then I trash my room, and punch the wall in.
It's horrible.
The worst feeling in the world when you realise that you are so completely inadequate that you can't even meet your own expectations.
It's downright disgusting.
You might say "eat more"... yeah, it doesn't work.
I eat more than the rest of my family, suffice to say I'm taller than the rest of them, but where the fuck does all the food go?
I mean, I know I have a super duper immune system that can neutralise bee stings within a minute and destroy Swine Flu in two days, but I'm sure that I don't have a super digestive system?
Since I don't take Biology anymore, I've forgotten most of the stuff that the body can do, but I'm certain that while on the subject of digestion, we didn't cover "what happens when your digestive system is SUPER AWESOME!"
I don't drink Power-thirst or Diet Power-thirst either.
So why doesn't the food I eat convert to muscle instead of fat?
I don't know.
Technically it should do.
But it doesn't.
It just disappears.
And don't even bother asking me about bowel movements, because it's all perfectly normal.
Except I'm not normal.
None of my body makes any sense.
My hands and feet, for example, don't match anything else on my body.
And if you've suddenly thought what I know you've just thought, you disgusting pervert, I mean ANYTHING ELSE ON MY BODY.
And on that note, I'm hungry, haven't eaten in like an hour.
Sorry I turned the happy streak upside down, but I felt the need to post this blog.
I promise the next one will be a good'un.
Actually, no I don't.
Because it might not be.
Ciao.
Yeah, another one of my things.
Putting on, up, in, off and out after a verb makes them so much more awesome.
"Let's roll up, roll in and roll out."
Does it make much sense? No. But it is awesome to say.
Eugh, I always start blogs badly.
That isn't funny or witty.
It's stupid.
Sorry, just put myself in a negative mood.
There's a reason as to why my blog has been titled like it has.
Well, there's a reason for every title, but you know, I'm just working onto the main topic of this blog.
Slowly.
This blog is all about my inability to sustain a regular workout.
And I'm fed up of it.
It's no secret that I'm completely two dimensional.
I'm thinner than an anorexic lemur, for Christ's sake.
This has caused me to have absolutely no energy to do anything for a long period of time.
Yes, I can run pretty quick.
Yes, I can pick up heavy objects.
But can I run a marathon?
Can I move said heavy object from one end of a playing field to the other?
The answer to both of these is no.
And while they might be extreme examples, I think they help put things in perspective.
Constantly I try to get down and do some push ups, but after only a few minutes my body just says "no" and I lay down and start crying, and then I trash my room, and punch the wall in.
It's horrible.
The worst feeling in the world when you realise that you are so completely inadequate that you can't even meet your own expectations.
It's downright disgusting.
You might say "eat more"... yeah, it doesn't work.
I eat more than the rest of my family, suffice to say I'm taller than the rest of them, but where the fuck does all the food go?
I mean, I know I have a super duper immune system that can neutralise bee stings within a minute and destroy Swine Flu in two days, but I'm sure that I don't have a super digestive system?
Since I don't take Biology anymore, I've forgotten most of the stuff that the body can do, but I'm certain that while on the subject of digestion, we didn't cover "what happens when your digestive system is SUPER AWESOME!"
I don't drink Power-thirst or Diet Power-thirst either.
So why doesn't the food I eat convert to muscle instead of fat?
I don't know.
Technically it should do.
But it doesn't.
It just disappears.
And don't even bother asking me about bowel movements, because it's all perfectly normal.
Except I'm not normal.
None of my body makes any sense.
My hands and feet, for example, don't match anything else on my body.
And if you've suddenly thought what I know you've just thought, you disgusting pervert, I mean ANYTHING ELSE ON MY BODY.
And on that note, I'm hungry, haven't eaten in like an hour.
Sorry I turned the happy streak upside down, but I felt the need to post this blog.
I promise the next one will be a good'un.
Actually, no I don't.
Because it might not be.
Ciao.
Tuesday 27 April 2010
Terrific Tuesday
I mean that in the good sense and the bad sense of the word.
Some say "Oh terrific!" to mean something fantastic has just happened.
But then there's the "terrific beast" sense, meaning something is terrifying.
Or it can even be just a variation of terrible. They're both adjective forms of terror, anyway.
I'm sorry, what a boring way to start a blog.
Let me tell you a joke.
Did you hear the one about the hippo who did it with a giraffe?
Me neither.
To be honest with you I was trying to make something up on the spot, but I actually have no punchline to that joke.
I'm terribly sorry.
(There you go, another way)
Okay, to be honest, this isn't going brilliantly, so far.
Let's just begin.
First Lesson - Structured Study
I started the day at my locker, then turning to see Johalaha and Bejocr sitting in the plush seating area having an alone time. I decided it best to not disturb this intimate moment and proceeded to watch T's lockers, where no one appeared to be. So I therefore figured that the best thing for me to do would be to wait until either A: they saw me and called me over or B: they got up to move out, at which point it would probably be acceptable to join them.
I decided to do this purely because of a flashback of Lujamc's and Bejocr's relationship, at one point Bejocr had a word with me, telling me that I often interrupted them in their morning snuggle. Now, because I hope I'm a thoughtful person, I let them snuggle and talk in their hushed voices.
Fortunately option A happened, and I joined them for a nice chat, at which point I found out that I didn't really need to worry. But I still will. You guys occasionally need your space, so I'm going to go ahead and make sure I don't butt in at the wrong moment.
To be honest, I'd rather you guys do the "come over here you fool" routine than me walk in on what could be a bad moment.
You may like that idea, you might not.
I'm open to suggestion though.
Tutor Time
By this point I was, for some reason, tired as fuck.
It was probably because I had my French revision in front of me, and that somehow made me doze off.
Raloco managed to fiddle with my eyelashes while I was sleeping, at which point I contorted my face and gave her a "muweughg" look, and she laughed.
I then exited the room with Lamaal, and we chatted for a few moments, she wished me good luck and then separated and went to our lessons.
Second Lesson - French
I kind of revised... sort of as I spoke to the Frenchies about stuff. Having a little laugh as we did so. But the time was slowly looming. I could feel it. It was daunting.
Assembly
Thought I should mention going to assembly with Bejocr purely because it was a nice little snippet of the day. It was just a nice little pick me up before I had to really think about my French exam.
Third Lesson - AAAAAHHHHH
Scream indeed.
I had my exam during lunch, which was annoying.
It started pretty well.
You know, the part when all you have to do is sit and wait for the exam to start.
Then it went downhill, because the exam started.
Suffice to say it went a bit shit.
Very a bit shit.
So yeah, I can't speak French
That's very apparent.
Fourth Lesson - Almost Media
I say almost because after my exam finished I went for a drink, I then went to the classroom at about 2, at which point Miss T said "and that's the model response, you've got the rest of the lesson to start writing your essays," and then she said "ah, you're just in time, Peter, I'm going to write a question for you." I received my question and then walked off. On my way to "writing the essay" I found Pedadu, Hababasi and other sciencey folk sat around a table in science. I joined them, hardly seeing the point in writing an essay.
Once again I managed to show the picture of the three dogs, to get some "awws" off some attractive girls, and to prove a point to the goat sacrificing, vegetarian, cat eating communist. Some dogs do have beards. Dukeystein made the point "they're German Olympic dogs." Yes, Dukeystein, Schnauzers are German. Is the Olympic thing a stab at German athletes? Do they have beards? I don't know, I don't pay attention to the German Olympische Spiele.
Fifth Lesson - DT
I don't even think that this is even worth a mention. I'm so pissed off at DT right now. I put my heart and soul into it, and once again I do fucking shit. In my book, a C in coursework might as well be a fail. It isn't a one time thing, it's continuous and you can constantly make it better. But nooo, that's final isn't it, Mrs Quinreynolds? And the best part is that I can't drop it next year.
I love DT so much, but I just don't have the ability to create things with my hands. It's horrible. I can do the theory, the design, it'll all look fantastic... and then I do the practical. And it's shit. And then I redesign it in the evaluation, and it looks a lot better, and it's like "why the fuck didn't I just do that then?"
This has been poorly organised. 1 term to do practical isn't enough. Surely Quinny would have seen that. It's obvious. No one finished.
I am angry.
Anyway, that's why it's been a terrific day.
I enjoyed the moments I spent with Bejocr, Pedadu and the rest of the Krewe at different points in the day, but it went downhill for DT and the French exam.
I'd also like to take the moment to say "yeah, I did think you looked nice today, Becca"... but for some reason I didn't in the day. I wanted to say it, I did, I just don't know why I didn't.
French must have brought me down, I didn't even ping your curls!
Anyway, this has been a bit of a lengthy one.
I'm making up for the fact that I haven't posted in 8 days.
That's just too damn long, isn't it?
Did you all even make it this far?
You should, because this is some pretty deep shit.
I mean like "whoa, you've had such a varied day" deep shit.
Excuse my French.
Anyway, peace out.
I'll post sooner rather than next Wednesday.
Some say "Oh terrific!" to mean something fantastic has just happened.
But then there's the "terrific beast" sense, meaning something is terrifying.
Or it can even be just a variation of terrible. They're both adjective forms of terror, anyway.
I'm sorry, what a boring way to start a blog.
Let me tell you a joke.
Did you hear the one about the hippo who did it with a giraffe?
Me neither.
To be honest with you I was trying to make something up on the spot, but I actually have no punchline to that joke.
I'm terribly sorry.
(There you go, another way)
Okay, to be honest, this isn't going brilliantly, so far.
Let's just begin.
First Lesson - Structured Study
I started the day at my locker, then turning to see Johalaha and Bejocr sitting in the plush seating area having an alone time. I decided it best to not disturb this intimate moment and proceeded to watch T's lockers, where no one appeared to be. So I therefore figured that the best thing for me to do would be to wait until either A: they saw me and called me over or B: they got up to move out, at which point it would probably be acceptable to join them.
I decided to do this purely because of a flashback of Lujamc's and Bejocr's relationship, at one point Bejocr had a word with me, telling me that I often interrupted them in their morning snuggle. Now, because I hope I'm a thoughtful person, I let them snuggle and talk in their hushed voices.
Fortunately option A happened, and I joined them for a nice chat, at which point I found out that I didn't really need to worry. But I still will. You guys occasionally need your space, so I'm going to go ahead and make sure I don't butt in at the wrong moment.
To be honest, I'd rather you guys do the "come over here you fool" routine than me walk in on what could be a bad moment.
You may like that idea, you might not.
I'm open to suggestion though.
Tutor Time
By this point I was, for some reason, tired as fuck.
It was probably because I had my French revision in front of me, and that somehow made me doze off.
Raloco managed to fiddle with my eyelashes while I was sleeping, at which point I contorted my face and gave her a "muweughg" look, and she laughed.
I then exited the room with Lamaal, and we chatted for a few moments, she wished me good luck and then separated and went to our lessons.
Second Lesson - French
I kind of revised... sort of as I spoke to the Frenchies about stuff. Having a little laugh as we did so. But the time was slowly looming. I could feel it. It was daunting.
Assembly
Thought I should mention going to assembly with Bejocr purely because it was a nice little snippet of the day. It was just a nice little pick me up before I had to really think about my French exam.
Third Lesson - AAAAAHHHHH
Scream indeed.
I had my exam during lunch, which was annoying.
It started pretty well.
You know, the part when all you have to do is sit and wait for the exam to start.
Then it went downhill, because the exam started.
Suffice to say it went a bit shit.
Very a bit shit.
So yeah, I can't speak French
That's very apparent.
Fourth Lesson - Almost Media
I say almost because after my exam finished I went for a drink, I then went to the classroom at about 2, at which point Miss T said "and that's the model response, you've got the rest of the lesson to start writing your essays," and then she said "ah, you're just in time, Peter, I'm going to write a question for you." I received my question and then walked off. On my way to "writing the essay" I found Pedadu, Hababasi and other sciencey folk sat around a table in science. I joined them, hardly seeing the point in writing an essay.
Once again I managed to show the picture of the three dogs, to get some "awws" off some attractive girls, and to prove a point to the goat sacrificing, vegetarian, cat eating communist. Some dogs do have beards. Dukeystein made the point "they're German Olympic dogs." Yes, Dukeystein, Schnauzers are German. Is the Olympic thing a stab at German athletes? Do they have beards? I don't know, I don't pay attention to the German Olympische Spiele.
Fifth Lesson - DT
I don't even think that this is even worth a mention. I'm so pissed off at DT right now. I put my heart and soul into it, and once again I do fucking shit. In my book, a C in coursework might as well be a fail. It isn't a one time thing, it's continuous and you can constantly make it better. But nooo, that's final isn't it, Mrs Quinreynolds? And the best part is that I can't drop it next year.
I love DT so much, but I just don't have the ability to create things with my hands. It's horrible. I can do the theory, the design, it'll all look fantastic... and then I do the practical. And it's shit. And then I redesign it in the evaluation, and it looks a lot better, and it's like "why the fuck didn't I just do that then?"
This has been poorly organised. 1 term to do practical isn't enough. Surely Quinny would have seen that. It's obvious. No one finished.
I am angry.
Anyway, that's why it's been a terrific day.
I enjoyed the moments I spent with Bejocr, Pedadu and the rest of the Krewe at different points in the day, but it went downhill for DT and the French exam.
I'd also like to take the moment to say "yeah, I did think you looked nice today, Becca"... but for some reason I didn't in the day. I wanted to say it, I did, I just don't know why I didn't.
French must have brought me down, I didn't even ping your curls!
Anyway, this has been a bit of a lengthy one.
I'm making up for the fact that I haven't posted in 8 days.
That's just too damn long, isn't it?
Did you all even make it this far?
You should, because this is some pretty deep shit.
I mean like "whoa, you've had such a varied day" deep shit.
Excuse my French.
Anyway, peace out.
I'll post sooner rather than next Wednesday.
Monday 19 April 2010
Moaning Monday
I got stung when I stood on a bee/wasp today.
I've seen people rubbing lotions and stuff on stings, but by the end of dinner the stinging sensation had completely gone.
This confused me, so I went upstairs to check my foot.
There wasn't a red mark, a stinger, an entry point or anything.
This confused me, so I checked again.
Nothing.
I then passed it off as a pussyhole of a bee/wasp.
Not living up to its full potential.
Couldn't even sting me.
And thus this brings me onto a metaphor.
I'm not really living up to my full potential.
I also can't sting people.
Damn.
First Lesson - Media
Ah, media. What happened exactly? Oh yeah, we did a flowchart (Y)
Okay, so yeah, sometimes media is a doss. But it's really a hardcore subject and it should be taken seriously.
Bastards.
Tutor Time
We had double tutor time today.
Guess what I did?
Yeah, you got it.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
So yeah, I could've learned my German
Buuuut, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein required my media privileges for his presentation whatsit. This annoyed me slightly.
Third Lesson - French
I think the small French bitch is annoyed at me for sending her an email that told her specifically what I'm going to do and not do for her lessons.
Hey? I have a German exam to prepare for.
That's tomorrow.
Not next week.
You bitch.
Anyway, after speaking my topic with Marion, I learned German. Like I should have been doing.
Fourth Lesson - DT
What did we do exactly?
Some kind of presentation?
Oh cunt nuggets, I need to send that to Mrs Quinreynolds.
...
Done.
Fifth Lesson - German
And thus the final hurdle has been reached.
All this time preparing, and I still realise I'm bollocksed up the arse with a chainsaw-hammer that's on fire.
I mean, seriously.
If I don't come up with some pretty heroic stuff in that room I'll be more screwed than a curb crawler in Holland.
See if you can work that one out.
Well, good bye world.
I'm going to kill myself.
See you tomorrow.
I've seen people rubbing lotions and stuff on stings, but by the end of dinner the stinging sensation had completely gone.
This confused me, so I went upstairs to check my foot.
There wasn't a red mark, a stinger, an entry point or anything.
This confused me, so I checked again.
Nothing.
I then passed it off as a pussyhole of a bee/wasp.
Not living up to its full potential.
Couldn't even sting me.
And thus this brings me onto a metaphor.
I'm not really living up to my full potential.
I also can't sting people.
Damn.
First Lesson - Media
Ah, media. What happened exactly? Oh yeah, we did a flowchart (Y)
Okay, so yeah, sometimes media is a doss. But it's really a hardcore subject and it should be taken seriously.
Bastards.
Tutor Time
We had double tutor time today.
Guess what I did?
Yeah, you got it.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
So yeah, I could've learned my German
Buuuut, Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein required my media privileges for his presentation whatsit. This annoyed me slightly.
Third Lesson - French
I think the small French bitch is annoyed at me for sending her an email that told her specifically what I'm going to do and not do for her lessons.
Hey? I have a German exam to prepare for.
That's tomorrow.
Not next week.
You bitch.
Anyway, after speaking my topic with Marion, I learned German. Like I should have been doing.
Fourth Lesson - DT
What did we do exactly?
Some kind of presentation?
Oh cunt nuggets, I need to send that to Mrs Quinreynolds.
...
Done.
Fifth Lesson - German
And thus the final hurdle has been reached.
All this time preparing, and I still realise I'm bollocksed up the arse with a chainsaw-hammer that's on fire.
I mean, seriously.
If I don't come up with some pretty heroic stuff in that room I'll be more screwed than a curb crawler in Holland.
See if you can work that one out.
Well, good bye world.
I'm going to kill myself.
See you tomorrow.
Sunday 18 April 2010
Amusing Saturday
I know
It doesn't alliterate
But here's the catch
This isn't really a "my day" blog
Although it is Saturday's turn...
I might just not do weekends anymore
The "my day" blogs only really work for school.
And why the hell doesn't Google Chrome think that the words "blog" and "anymore" don't exist?
Stupid thing.
Anyway, yeah, last night was fun.
I got to tell the "Tanya" story to everyone.
I don't feel proud of myself for that moment.
But at the same time I do.
"Boys, give me two slag points"
Yes, I remember it.
Fun.
Although she did cry
That I'm not proud of.
(Although it is another slag point)
"Why do I want to be a slag?" I hear you shout.
What else can I do?
Not much else I can do.
Think there's any chance of me having a relationship with anyone?
I didn't think so either.
I'd probably "snap" if I held her in my arms.
Yeah, you're right, I was offended by that.
I'm not that fucking thin.
And I do have an ounce of strength in me.
The chipmunk weighs less than me, and yet, for some reason, you don' treat him like the most fragile thing on the face of this Earth.
If I had said anything remotely like that to you, you'd be so pissed.
For god's sake, I'm trying.
And insulting me like that isn't helping.
Grr.
I'm sorry.
Terribly sorry.
But I didn't snap
Whilst everyone was like "Fuck me you're all heavy"
I was standing there like "Why has this person put all their weight on their knee? They could distribute it, and they'd be a whole let better balanced. It'd be more comfortable for me, as well."
Yeah, that's how sad I am.
Whilst I had a person standing on top of my, I was analysing what they should be doing to make it a more pleasant experience for us all.
But in any case, it's not strength I don't have, it's endurance.
I can lift up heavy objects, but I can't do it all day.
I can run 100m in about 12 seconds, but I can't do that for 3 miles.
There, you have the facts.
So stop putting me down because I'm a little thin.
Right.
Sorry I got angry there.
But now I'm spent
Good night, to you all.
It doesn't alliterate
But here's the catch
This isn't really a "my day" blog
Although it is Saturday's turn...
I might just not do weekends anymore
The "my day" blogs only really work for school.
And why the hell doesn't Google Chrome think that the words "blog" and "anymore" don't exist?
Stupid thing.
Anyway, yeah, last night was fun.
I got to tell the "Tanya" story to everyone.
I don't feel proud of myself for that moment.
But at the same time I do.
"Boys, give me two slag points"
Yes, I remember it.
Fun.
Although she did cry
That I'm not proud of.
(Although it is another slag point)
"Why do I want to be a slag?" I hear you shout.
What else can I do?
Not much else I can do.
Think there's any chance of me having a relationship with anyone?
I didn't think so either.
I'd probably "snap" if I held her in my arms.
Yeah, you're right, I was offended by that.
I'm not that fucking thin.
And I do have an ounce of strength in me.
The chipmunk weighs less than me, and yet, for some reason, you don' treat him like the most fragile thing on the face of this Earth.
If I had said anything remotely like that to you, you'd be so pissed.
For god's sake, I'm trying.
And insulting me like that isn't helping.
Grr.
I'm sorry.
Terribly sorry.
But I didn't snap
Whilst everyone was like "Fuck me you're all heavy"
I was standing there like "Why has this person put all their weight on their knee? They could distribute it, and they'd be a whole let better balanced. It'd be more comfortable for me, as well."
Yeah, that's how sad I am.
Whilst I had a person standing on top of my, I was analysing what they should be doing to make it a more pleasant experience for us all.
But in any case, it's not strength I don't have, it's endurance.
I can lift up heavy objects, but I can't do it all day.
I can run 100m in about 12 seconds, but I can't do that for 3 miles.
There, you have the facts.
So stop putting me down because I'm a little thin.
Right.
Sorry I got angry there.
But now I'm spent
Good night, to you all.
Friday 16 April 2010
Fraptous Friday
I know, we don't live in Wonderland, nor does the Fraptous Day exist, and a Jabberwokky won't try and kill us all, and Alice doesn't really exist either, but rabbits exist. I mean, rabbits definitely exist.
They do!
And if the Mad Hatter doesn't exist then I'll cry.
Like big tantrum cry.
Like "I don't believe in anything any more" cry.
I think you get my point.
Oh, and basically I needed an adjective beginning with the letter F, and Fraptous came to mind.
Anyway, on with it!
First Lesson - D to the T
Today started off with me realising that I had forgotten my seeing eyes, so I had to rely on my depth-perception eyes to do two jobs at once.
This was difficult.
We didn't do much in the lesson except learn about metals, something that I already did in GCSE Engineering Double, so it didn't reaaaally matter too much.
Tutor Time
Back to the days of norm, I and Lamaal chatted about stuff that doesn't necessarily need to be disclosed, and other stuff too that I can't really remember. In any case I enjoy talking to her, because she's someone I can talk to outside the Krewe demographic, and other complicated words like that, and as much as I love the Krewe, having someone on the outside to talk to about stuff and stuff that perhaps happened in the past and doesn't need to be repeated, but I don't necessarily want it to be told to everyone inside the Krewe, then I can talk to her. Which is nice.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
I switched between learning my French and talking to Lujamc and Pedadu, so it wasn't the most exciting free I've ever ever had. But hey-ho, structured studies are in place for a reason, and it won't exactly benefit me to waste that time.
Third Lesson - French
I sat daydreaming and half revising my speaking all lesson.
The short French woman wants me to learn 2 topics for Monday, on top of my German?
Bah!
Fourth Lesson - German
Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck, Herr Nicholls *pops party popper*
Fifth Lesson - Media?
Chess, would be a better word to use for this lesson. Yeah, we decided to get a chess set out and play some chess.
I was with Jopasi and Adre in the coffee lounge, and I and Adre broke into some hardcore chessery, eventually Jopasi got bored and went home at like half 3, and the game was still going on.
I moved my piece, he moved his. I moved another piece, as did he.
This went on for some time.
You could feel the tension building up in the room.
It was all like "oh you son of a bitch"
and "ah, if I move there, I'll die"
It ended in a stalemate, I had my king left, and he had a king and his queen left.
I was put in check, but the catch was that no matter what way I moved my king, I either died or put his king in check.
Good game, Adme, good game. You proved to be a worthy opponent.
Then we took the chess set back to the library after munching on some skittles given to us by two particularly attractive women, and then we saw Masu and Tosh playing ... chess.
So we joined the action.
It was all "..."
and "*wipe sweat bead off forehead*"
It was a really tense game.
and it ended just in time.
I then joined Lamaal for the walk to the buses, and then we found "The WAJ mach III", which is like "I loved the WAJ, why did we get WAJ mach II aka the JNV"
Now it's the "GII7". I prefer mach III to mach II however, it's much more comfortable.
Anyway, that's the Fraptous Day.
Sorry it wasn't as exciting as the caterpillar foretold.
They do!
And if the Mad Hatter doesn't exist then I'll cry.
Like big tantrum cry.
Like "I don't believe in anything any more" cry.
I think you get my point.
Oh, and basically I needed an adjective beginning with the letter F, and Fraptous came to mind.
Anyway, on with it!
First Lesson - D to the T
Today started off with me realising that I had forgotten my seeing eyes, so I had to rely on my depth-perception eyes to do two jobs at once.
This was difficult.
We didn't do much in the lesson except learn about metals, something that I already did in GCSE Engineering Double, so it didn't reaaaally matter too much.
Tutor Time
Back to the days of norm, I and Lamaal chatted about stuff that doesn't necessarily need to be disclosed, and other stuff too that I can't really remember. In any case I enjoy talking to her, because she's someone I can talk to outside the Krewe demographic, and other complicated words like that, and as much as I love the Krewe, having someone on the outside to talk to about stuff and stuff that perhaps happened in the past and doesn't need to be repeated, but I don't necessarily want it to be told to everyone inside the Krewe, then I can talk to her. Which is nice.
Second Lesson - Structured Study
I switched between learning my French and talking to Lujamc and Pedadu, so it wasn't the most exciting free I've ever ever had. But hey-ho, structured studies are in place for a reason, and it won't exactly benefit me to waste that time.
Third Lesson - French
I sat daydreaming and half revising my speaking all lesson.
The short French woman wants me to learn 2 topics for Monday, on top of my German?
Bah!
Fourth Lesson - German
Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck, Herr Nicholls *pops party popper*
Fifth Lesson - Media?
Chess, would be a better word to use for this lesson. Yeah, we decided to get a chess set out and play some chess.
I was with Jopasi and Adre in the coffee lounge, and I and Adre broke into some hardcore chessery, eventually Jopasi got bored and went home at like half 3, and the game was still going on.
I moved my piece, he moved his. I moved another piece, as did he.
This went on for some time.
You could feel the tension building up in the room.
It was all like "oh you son of a bitch"
and "ah, if I move there, I'll die"
It ended in a stalemate, I had my king left, and he had a king and his queen left.
I was put in check, but the catch was that no matter what way I moved my king, I either died or put his king in check.
Good game, Adme, good game. You proved to be a worthy opponent.
Then we took the chess set back to the library after munching on some skittles given to us by two particularly attractive women, and then we saw Masu and Tosh playing ... chess.
So we joined the action.
It was all "..."
and "*wipe sweat bead off forehead*"
It was a really tense game.
and it ended just in time.
I then joined Lamaal for the walk to the buses, and then we found "The WAJ mach III", which is like "I loved the WAJ, why did we get WAJ mach II aka the JNV"
Now it's the "GII7". I prefer mach III to mach II however, it's much more comfortable.
Anyway, that's the Fraptous Day.
Sorry it wasn't as exciting as the caterpillar foretold.
Thursday 15 April 2010
Turning the Tide
So, I've heard that people have been talking about me
Behind my back.
What do you make of that?
Rude, isn't it?
Hmm
What to do, what to do, what to do.
Give them all a great big hug, for starters.
They were talking about me, behind my back, about good things.
I am truly honoured.
What game are you playing god?
Is this the moment that the tide turns?
Something that makes me feel so monumentally happy that it has to be this moment where things turn around.
I've said before that I believe in fate, but we subconsciously control that fate.
So yeah. Fate happened. My life should turn around now.
and if it doesn't, God, I'm going to be so pissed at you.
I mean like more pissed than a beaver in an iron cage.
So yeah, the fact was that said persons were talking about my "style" and how good it is.
I have a style?
It's good?
Awesome sauce.
Awesome sauce, indeed.
Also one of my kids hugged me on Wednesday and said "ooh, you smell nice."
Now, I realise, from a third person perspective, that's incredibly weird.
But I'm the victim here.
It's reverse paedophilia.
So don't judge me.
Judge them.
I'm not allowed to hug them, by law, but there's no law that says "kids can't hug adults"
And so they use that law to their advantage.
They're horrible.
See when the year 7s do it, it's kind of cute, everyone's like "aww", but when the year 8s do it, it's like "Whoa, what's all this?" and I'm like "it's reverse paedophilia."
Anyway, yes, 2 compliments in two days.
It's like some kind of record.
Who knows if this streak will continue?
But I bet you're thinking "2 compliments and he's already a cocky little shit"
let me reiterate "It's like some kind of record"
Understood?
Good.
Buhbye
Behind my back.
What do you make of that?
Rude, isn't it?
Hmm
What to do, what to do, what to do.
Give them all a great big hug, for starters.
They were talking about me, behind my back, about good things.
I am truly honoured.
What game are you playing god?
Is this the moment that the tide turns?
Something that makes me feel so monumentally happy that it has to be this moment where things turn around.
I've said before that I believe in fate, but we subconsciously control that fate.
So yeah. Fate happened. My life should turn around now.
and if it doesn't, God, I'm going to be so pissed at you.
I mean like more pissed than a beaver in an iron cage.
So yeah, the fact was that said persons were talking about my "style" and how good it is.
I have a style?
It's good?
Awesome sauce.
Awesome sauce, indeed.
Also one of my kids hugged me on Wednesday and said "ooh, you smell nice."
Now, I realise, from a third person perspective, that's incredibly weird.
But I'm the victim here.
It's reverse paedophilia.
So don't judge me.
Judge them.
I'm not allowed to hug them, by law, but there's no law that says "kids can't hug adults"
And so they use that law to their advantage.
They're horrible.
See when the year 7s do it, it's kind of cute, everyone's like "aww", but when the year 8s do it, it's like "Whoa, what's all this?" and I'm like "it's reverse paedophilia."
Anyway, yes, 2 compliments in two days.
It's like some kind of record.
Who knows if this streak will continue?
But I bet you're thinking "2 compliments and he's already a cocky little shit"
let me reiterate "It's like some kind of record"
Understood?
Good.
Buhbye
Sunday 11 April 2010
Suuuurfiiin Birrrrddd
Ooh-ma-mow-mow ooh-mow-ma-mow
As the guy with the funny voice said.
Indeed yesterday was one of the best days I've had in a while, a day of fun, laughter and a whole lot of buffalo wings. Nice (Y)
Okay, I admit, I started the journey into Corby cursing my luck that the Krewe had already left town centre to make way to Becca's house, so as I wandered through the part of Corby I knew, I honestly was preparing a little angry speech , but then they decided to double back a bit and wait for me on a road not too far away, because they're nice people.
Sorry, really I should say you are nice people, as this is a Krewe+1 read only blog now.
Yay!
So yeah, after barrels of laughter and talk and a little bitch about Hababasi, who I've actually forgotten to invite to the blog but he's never on MSN and I doubt he has a google account anyway, so fuck it I can say what I like about him the bitch who said that horrible thing. Grr.
Anyway, after that we did some dancing, and it's quite apparent that I'm terrible at girly dances, and not that bad at thrusting. *wink*
And on the talk of privatising my blog, I've made it private, upon the reasoning that sometimes I can be a bit offensive, and also because I realise that occasionally spill my heart out onto this thing, and I really, reheheeeally don't want people that I don't actually ever talk to reading it.
I mean, yeah, I'm glad the popularity of the blog has spread, but some things are meant for Krewe eyes + 1 only.
Like this particularly disturbing image of my penis -
Nah, I'm not really going to post a picture of my penis.
I mean, imagine if I did?
You'd be all like "0.0" and "Oh my god" and "It's so huge!"
Or you'd puke on your computer.
I'm just saying your opinion of me may vary from person to person.
Also your sexual orientation.
I realise that I'm uhh... okay, I lost my train of thought.
Anyway, onto and uptowards.
Actually, I'm just going to sign off.
Byyyyeeee!!!!
Kiss kiss kiss hug
As the guy with the funny voice said.
Indeed yesterday was one of the best days I've had in a while, a day of fun, laughter and a whole lot of buffalo wings. Nice (Y)
Okay, I admit, I started the journey into Corby cursing my luck that the Krewe had already left town centre to make way to Becca's house, so as I wandered through the part of Corby I knew, I honestly was preparing a little angry speech , but then they decided to double back a bit and wait for me on a road not too far away, because they're nice people.
Sorry, really I should say you are nice people, as this is a Krewe+1 read only blog now.
Yay!
So yeah, after barrels of laughter and talk and a little bitch about Hababasi, who I've actually forgotten to invite to the blog but he's never on MSN and I doubt he has a google account anyway, so fuck it I can say what I like about him the bitch who said that horrible thing. Grr.
Anyway, after that we did some dancing, and it's quite apparent that I'm terrible at girly dances, and not that bad at thrusting. *wink*
And on the talk of privatising my blog, I've made it private, upon the reasoning that sometimes I can be a bit offensive, and also because I realise that occasionally spill my heart out onto this thing, and I really, reheheeeally don't want people that I don't actually ever talk to reading it.
I mean, yeah, I'm glad the popularity of the blog has spread, but some things are meant for Krewe eyes + 1 only.
Like this particularly disturbing image of my penis -
Nah, I'm not really going to post a picture of my penis.
I mean, imagine if I did?
You'd be all like "0.0" and "Oh my god" and "It's so huge!"
Or you'd puke on your computer.
I'm just saying your opinion of me may vary from person to person.
Also your sexual orientation.
I realise that I'm uhh... okay, I lost my train of thought.
Anyway, onto and uptowards.
Actually, I'm just going to sign off.
Byyyyeeee!!!!
Kiss kiss kiss hug
Thursday 8 April 2010
This-wasn't-a-bad-day Thursday
That's technically alliteration.
Anyway, on with it.
First Lesson - DT
Coursework!
Mrs Quinreynolds was out so it was a doss lesson pretty much. But I didn't use that to my advantage, no no, I did my evaluation like a good student.
Tutor Time
Had a good ol' chat with the tutees
I don't remember or care what said chat was about, but the important thing is that I didn't sit in silence.
Oh, I do remember Raloco complaining about the stinking black guy, but so do a lot of people.
In fact, that's pretty regular amongst our pod.
"Why does he reserve a place for himself and piss off?"
"Well that was a bit rude, the condescending bastard."
That's to name a couple of things that he does.
Kind of reminds me about the fools who join our Krewe meetings, but they annoyingly don't piss off.
Second Lesson - Krewe time
As just mentioned, the Leach (yeah, I know, his name is ironic) leached onto the Krewe again, consuming our warmth and humility. Unfortunately I think only one person enjoyed his company, and what do you know? That was the chipmunk, the other guy who we don't like hanging around with us. Yippee.
Third Lesson - Structured Study
Lujamc wasn't here this week so I got to spend some intimate time with Pedadu and not soon after Hababasi joined as well. Fun shtuff.
Fourth Lesson - Media
We did an essay. Did terrible. Yeah. I think everyone else did as well.
Fifth Lesson - German
We started the lesson with politics, which is always a fun thing to talk about, and then we delved deep and dark into the world of the speaking exam.
So overall, it wasn't a bad day at all.
Quite average really.
Anyway, on with it.
First Lesson - DT
Coursework!
Mrs Quinreynolds was out so it was a doss lesson pretty much. But I didn't use that to my advantage, no no, I did my evaluation like a good student.
Tutor Time
Had a good ol' chat with the tutees
I don't remember or care what said chat was about, but the important thing is that I didn't sit in silence.
Oh, I do remember Raloco complaining about the stinking black guy, but so do a lot of people.
In fact, that's pretty regular amongst our pod.
"Why does he reserve a place for himself and piss off?"
"Well that was a bit rude, the condescending bastard."
That's to name a couple of things that he does.
Kind of reminds me about the fools who join our Krewe meetings, but they annoyingly don't piss off.
Second Lesson - Krewe time
As just mentioned, the Leach (yeah, I know, his name is ironic) leached onto the Krewe again, consuming our warmth and humility. Unfortunately I think only one person enjoyed his company, and what do you know? That was the chipmunk, the other guy who we don't like hanging around with us. Yippee.
Third Lesson - Structured Study
Lujamc wasn't here this week so I got to spend some intimate time with Pedadu and not soon after Hababasi joined as well. Fun shtuff.
Fourth Lesson - Media
We did an essay. Did terrible. Yeah. I think everyone else did as well.
Fifth Lesson - German
We started the lesson with politics, which is always a fun thing to talk about, and then we delved deep and dark into the world of the speaking exam.
So overall, it wasn't a bad day at all.
Quite average really.
Sunday 4 April 2010
Happy Easter
Celebrate and what not.
But yeah, I know the last few posts have been all doom and gloom and what not, so I'm going to pick up the bar that fell off its post, and just lightly place it back up there.
Maybe put it up a little higher, too.
Yeah, that's one of the longest ways to say "I'm to raise the bar again" ever.
And I like it.
It's metaphorical.
It has meaning.
So yeah.
Good Friday was fantastic, I mean it might have been good for Johalaha because of something about a crucifiction and what not, but it was an all round great day.
It started by joining Bejocr and Johalaha in his house and generally larking about, and then in true Krewe fashion we decided to abort out original plan of going to town at 3ish and driving straight to the cinema. Yeah. That's how we do things. So then it was the case of driving into Sainsbury's carpark and phoning and waving and annoying people who were just there to shop, and after a little while, we all knew what was happening. Result.
So we ended up at the Odeon with a couple of hours to spare, so we did Krewe stuff. Which involves food mostly.
Anyway, after the rest of the Krewe (bar Hababasi, because apparently he needed to see the exact same film as us an hour later but with his comic book friends) had joined us at the Odeon, we settled down to watch some dork Kick Ass.
See that? I used the title as a verb and a noun.
Awesome film, won't tell you about it.
Afterwards we did more Krewe stuff, which involved walking through the bowels of K-town and hanging about before we split up and left the girls at Rehad's house and crashed at Johalaha's house.
I won't tell you what happened.
Saturday started with getting up at the crack of dawn (about half 9) to pick up Bejocr and Ailogo and head on up to Corby to watch some football.
Essentially this plan was pretty much abandoned at half time and we did other stuff on the trampoline. We rejoined the intense Manchester United v Chelsea match about 20minutes before the end and Man U lost. Oh.
In more exciting news, we started the official Krewe Battle of the Sexes, and it's 2 all.
So far we have played -
Impress me with your impressions - won by the guys
Who can give me the most money? - The girls can, but apparently they stole from the guys. This is acceptable.
Questions only - the guys won this
Gay chicken - the girls
So yeah, eventful, huh?
Smell ya later.
But yeah, I know the last few posts have been all doom and gloom and what not, so I'm going to pick up the bar that fell off its post, and just lightly place it back up there.
Maybe put it up a little higher, too.
Yeah, that's one of the longest ways to say "I'm to raise the bar again" ever.
And I like it.
It's metaphorical.
It has meaning.
So yeah.
Good Friday was fantastic, I mean it might have been good for Johalaha because of something about a crucifiction and what not, but it was an all round great day.
It started by joining Bejocr and Johalaha in his house and generally larking about, and then in true Krewe fashion we decided to abort out original plan of going to town at 3ish and driving straight to the cinema. Yeah. That's how we do things. So then it was the case of driving into Sainsbury's carpark and phoning and waving and annoying people who were just there to shop, and after a little while, we all knew what was happening. Result.
So we ended up at the Odeon with a couple of hours to spare, so we did Krewe stuff. Which involves food mostly.
Anyway, after the rest of the Krewe (bar Hababasi, because apparently he needed to see the exact same film as us an hour later but with his comic book friends) had joined us at the Odeon, we settled down to watch some dork Kick Ass.
See that? I used the title as a verb and a noun.
Awesome film, won't tell you about it.
Afterwards we did more Krewe stuff, which involved walking through the bowels of K-town and hanging about before we split up and left the girls at Rehad's house and crashed at Johalaha's house.
I won't tell you what happened.
Saturday started with getting up at the crack of dawn (about half 9) to pick up Bejocr and Ailogo and head on up to Corby to watch some football.
Essentially this plan was pretty much abandoned at half time and we did other stuff on the trampoline. We rejoined the intense Manchester United v Chelsea match about 20minutes before the end and Man U lost. Oh.
In more exciting news, we started the official Krewe Battle of the Sexes, and it's 2 all.
So far we have played -
Impress me with your impressions - won by the guys
Who can give me the most money? - The girls can, but apparently they stole from the guys. This is acceptable.
Questions only - the guys won this
Gay chicken - the girls
So yeah, eventful, huh?
Smell ya later.
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