I Love You, November

As you can quite plainly see from the posts to the right of this one, November was a fricking awesome month. Over the course of the last month I have realised my potential for blogging, and as such I am now the best blogger on the face of the planet.

Let's take a look at some personal bests smashed in November, just to clarify how awesome it's been.

Post Count
Previous Best: February (14)
New Best: November (16)

Countries
Previous Best: United Kingdom for all views.
New Best: United Kingdom, United States of America, Russia, France, China and Israel. I'm super multi-cultural now. I could take over the world with these countries.

Page Views
Previous Best: October (218) - Not sure why that is, October was dire.
New Best: November (219 +) - naturally that could change over the next couple of hours.

November was all about beating myself, and not in like the "Oh life's a bit shit" kind of way, but the "Yes! I just beat my personal best" kind of self-harming.

COMICS! 
Yes, November saw the mass introduction of the most awesome short MS Paint comics known to man-kind. Okay, they're not good, they're rarely funny and they're actually mostly pictures from Facebook. However, at the end of October I discovered that I actually could put pictures in my blog, and now I've gone a little bit mental with some of the images. I particularly enjoy the guy being royally fucked by bats while a badger snarls at him. That was a little bit hilarious.

Self-Confidence
I have to be honest with you, over the last month I think I've seen a huge-ass boost in my esteem and self-confidence. I now actually believe in myself, and I have this whole image in my head of how I'll become a big Hollywood director. I won't actually become a Hollywood director, because that would cause me to become a little bit famous, and I don't want that. But seriously, lately I've just noticed how awesome I am now. Pretty much everyone on the face of the planet now looks at me and thinks, "What a nice guy," as opposed to, "Who? Oh yeah, don't like him very much." I've just become more well-rounded as a person, and I've come to realise just how hilarious I actually am. I'm pretty damn hilarious. I'm also highly attractive. Form a queue and snatch me up while you can.

What I have realised about myself is that literally nothing has changed at all, yet I'm still super happy. Why? Well, I now accept that things are just fine. I accept that despite the fact that I'm perpetually lonely in my home, I do have a whole host of the best people on the planet who will always love me and look out for me, and why should I complain about anything when this is a fact? And if I'm truly honest with myself, if I just expanded my boundaries a bit, and let a few more people into my life, then I'd have more friends than the Dali Llama (spell check). I'm not bigging myself up here, I just think that you people as a species genuinely like me now that I'm a super happy fun guy. Recently I've found myself turning people down as opposed to the other way round. That is a good thing. Okay, it means that I'm not fully ready to let the masses bow down at my feet yet and pray for forgiveness, but it does mean that I'm not a loser. Losers are losers.

So, this is what November has done to me. Pretty cool, huh? I'm sure I was supposed to say something else, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was. I've actually been writing this post all night on and off, so forgive me for I have sinned.

It only remains to say thank you, people of the world, for accepting me as the hilariously awesome person that I am and one day I will endeavour to save you all from the apocalypse.

Thank you.

Traumatising Monday

I literally went on a website and copied the first adjective I read. It just so happened to be the word 'traumatising'. I must make it clear that there was nothing traumatising at all about today and it was actually quite pleasant. I must warn you, though, it wasn't a very "Ooh, I'll write about that on my blog" day. So uh... prepare yourself for a very short blog post.

First Lesson - Media
I was out and all about this lesson. I may pretend that I've always been super far ahead in Media and always have stuff in on time and such, but today was literally the last day I had to do everything. With the evaluation done, the next step was coursework moderation. Now, in my case, that should've meant "Oh, here's my work. Enjoy," but instead it was more like, "Oh bollocks, I forgot to get Westie to help me finish my website" and thus the morning of madness began. Okay, I say madness, but after I told Westie what needed to be done and rushed around getting my trailer converted and embedded (it turned out that there was one tiny scene that hadn't been coloured like the rest of them. All of the teachers and everyone else missed it but I, and therefore I had to do it last minute because it was bugging me so much), it was all clean sailing. Westie was all like, "FIVE MORE MINUTES!" and then Luke was all like "We need to update the list to end all lists" and thus it was so. I could explain what the list to end all lists is, but at least half of all genders who read this will most definitely be offended. But that's because females are whiny, little ... I mean uh... who said that derogative comment? So yeah, Westie got the website done and done forever and I now owe him three favours in return, because making a website is a pretty big favour, and then I gave my work in with at least three minutes to spare.

Second Lesson - Free
What exactly did I do this lesson? Oh yeah, nothing. I was going to do some DT, but then I thought "Nah, I've got DT next. It's cool." and so I set about doing nothing for the rest of the lesson. I say nothing, but Dukey and I were making my Fantasy League team awesome so that next week I will beat the entire internet at football. So far I've been failing, but if I combine my intuition with Dukey's footballing knowledge, I know that I will definitely beat the internet at football. That's not bad for someone whose only knowledge of football comes from 1998, and half of those players have now retired or gone into lower leagues or are simply old news. David Beckham is not old news though. He'll never be old news.

Third Lesson - DT
This lesson wasn't too bad. It started with Ms Ainscow telling me that she couldn't access my work on the EPM (result!) and then she buggered off to do whatever she did. That meant that we were left to our own devices for the lesson, which I was perfectly fine with to be honest with you. I got on and made a bike in ProD, but nobody liked it because of the poor job I did. I explicitly explained that it was just a rough model, and didn't need to be complicated at all in the slightest, but noooooooo, that's not good enough is it?

Fourth Lesson - Free
Well, we made RichChief videos. If you go on YouTube, then you may be able to find some of our work there. You may even be lucky enough to find the videos we made today. Wouldn't that be cool? That's all I can really say about this free lesson.

Fifth Lesson - German
WHITE BOARDS!

Normal lessons are dull and boring.

White board lessons are fun and colourful.

Naturally all of Mr Nicholls' lessons are genuinely awesome, but white board lessons are something else. Everyone wants to take part in white board lessons. Even Mr Nicholls' apparently now black beard is super happy. Look at that cheesy grin it's sporting.

I'd like to clarify that in that short comic no one had any eyes or other facial features. I knew at least one of you would bring that up, so I'm going to clear it up now. I chose to be lazy and not draw eyes or other facial features. We're done here.

So, that was Monday. Wasn't too bad, was it? I don't think I should use the "first adjective I see" rule from now on though. The fact that anyone would start with a phrase that includes the word "traumatising", unless in jest, should just keep their problems to themselves or submit them to court.

Also, I've just beaten my monthly post-count. *Party pop*
My personal best so far was February with 14 posts, and this is the 15th post of November! *Party pop*
Go me!
Also, I don't know what was so interesting about October, because that's still topping the ratings since forever. I mean, seriously, October was the most neglected month since August. Why were you all so interested in it? November's where it's at! Get looking!

I thank you all for reading and please continue to do so forever.

Stupendous Friday

EDIT: I'd like to make it abundantly clear that this is my official 111th post! That's three ones next to each other. 111 is a pretty cool number by any means. Anyway, I believe I need to do this: *Party pop*

Dukey's adjectives are getting better.

For the record, I'd like to note that I currently feel like Action Man. That's not as cool as it sounds. I literally can't straighten my arms out because of all the pain their in, and pretty much any other elbow movement makes me wince. Action Man cannot straighten his arms out, and that's why I feel like him.

First Lesson - Kind of Media
I was with Luke at the start of the day, and to cut a story to its minimum, I essentially said to him, "Don't worry, I've done all my work now. I just have to walk in, say hi and walk out again." That's pretty much how it went. Although, I did decide to be a little bit nice.

Ms M: Good morning, Peter.
Me: Gooood morning. What exactly do you want me to do this lesson?
Ms M: Uhh...
Me: Miss T has told me to research black comedy.
Ms M: Ah well, top blue is booked ... if you ... want to work there.
Me: Okay. I'll see you later, Miss.

I had no intention of going to top blue to do any kind of work, so I got my book and joined the rest of the guys in the Library to do some reading and some chatting. Thumbs to the up.

Tutor Time
Worth mentioning because I've so far realised that I haven't talked about my Uni offers. I've had 3 so far, and they're all pretty fair. 300 points (BBB, or ABC etc) plus an Extended Project for Birmingham City, 280 points but 120 (equivalent to an A) of those have to be in Media for Teesside University, and finally Nottingham Trent gave me a offer of 280 points, but 200 (two Bs, or an A and C etc) have to be in two subjects. These are pretty good offers, and Lauren seemed to agree as we had a nice chat about it. See? I stayed relevant to the heading.

Second Lesson - Deutsch
Another round of Zeitgeist was upon us, and in his usual fashion Herr Nicholls picked on a starter person to answer questions, and then they would get to pick someone to answer the next question and so forth. What was particularly funny was that after a few rounds around the classroom, people picked up the habit of simply asking Paul to answer the next question, and this continued until Paul and Maraid (check spelling) were having an all out back-and-forth until the vicious cycle was broken by Herr Nicholls... and then he picked on Paul again. The person who said that learning a language isn't fun clearly hasn't met our German group.

Third Lesson - Structured Study
I think I had the intention of doing work this lesson, but then I failed and wrote some Zero-G. I really feel the need to get the writing of it done as soon as possible so we can get the voices recorded and eventually the filming.

The Rest of Friday
I could've put fourth and fifth separately, but they kind of merged into one. I believe I was lapping with Joshua of the House of Hilton before we found Joe and Becca, and then he fucked off to do some sort of work. Probably Chemistry. So, I was left with two of the best people on the planet. That's not really a bad deal, is it? In fact, all of the Krewe are just the best people on the planet. Well, I wouldn't quite say that Hoier is one of the best people on the planet, but I digress. The rest of the day was just generally fun. I got a fair amount of reading done, the other two got a fair amount of Bio work done. Joe threw bits of rubber at me; I was not impressed. Jed joined and got in Mr Knight's way. Edwards joined and had a staring contest with Jed. Jed remained undefeated. We then relocated to better seating. I tried to fix my arms by stretching them, and then Joe decided to help and almost snapped my tendons; Becca was concerned. Joe threw bits of rubber at me; I was not impressed. Alex Leach joined and threw bits of rubber at me; I was not impressed. We sat and chatted for the rest of the day. I got on the bus. The year whatevers that invade my personal 8 official (with actual room for 12) seats that I use to chat to Jonny and rent to the lower years had a Blackjack game and I was uninterested. I got off the bus and Courtney saved my life by warning me not to walk into the road and I was grateful. We then talked for the rest of the walk about the subjects that she might take in year 10. She has no clue. I advised her to take a wide variety of subjects, because that's what I did and look how I turned out. She then said "Oh, well I'd better not do that then" and I was all like "Oh you!" and said goodbye and she went home.

Today was a nice day. It was a little chilly, but it was a nice day.
Keep reading, readers.

Regimes and an Old Man

I am literally the most organised unorganised person on the face of the planet. If you go on my computer, not only is the My Documents folder broken down into the necessary sub-folders, but then I have my own folder marked "Peter" and inside that folder is all my personal stuff. This would include all my various stories, movies, a few games, screenshots, pictures (and of course the pictures folder is broken down again) as well as Zero-G, RichChief's main project which will hopefully soon bare fruition.

So, one could say I'm pretty well organised. One would be wrong.

Organised people have a structure to the day, a regime if you will. The best example I can think of this was when Bekah Hadley invited Joe and me over for Sunday lunch. I can't remember her entire list, but it was pretty extensive, and every item had a corresponding time so that she didn't fail to do any of these tasks. I do not do this. I do things as they happen, and if I have to enact that happening, it probably won't happen until late at night when I'm all out of films and start thinking "I actually need to do something about this now."

So, I guess you'd be wondering at this point about why on Earth I'm talking about all of this. Well, get this, readers. Now that my weight has stabilised and decided not to shift, I've decided to start exercising again in the hope that if I gain muscle weight, I will also gain actual weight.

"So wait, was that long, tedious introduction all to tell us that you've made a training regime?" Yes and no. Okay, it's a no. The only regime thing I do is that I've decided to go for a random half hour walk back from the bus stop instead of the usual five. I also take the dog for a walk every evening at approximately seven o'clock now that we've got him back for however long we do if not forever. I'm hoping it's forever. But when do I ever get that kind of luck? However, these extended walking periods aren't really going to change much, so I dug out my brother's old weights and started using them. Yes, I'm still as pathetic as I was three weeks ago and still really can't lift my weight for more than a few minutes without my entire torso saying "Nope." but somehow I've found a way to start off slowly and accept the fact that trying to start training my arm muscles with 10kg worth of weights is probably a bad idea, and I've instead opted for the beginner's five. I'm more likely to just be toning my muscles right now, but when I wake up most mornings with a searing pain in my biceps I know that I have just gotten a little bit stronger. Soon this strength will convert to weight and we'll say goodbye to my bony complexion.

Fuck yeah. Confidence for the win.

Anyway, I had a thought earlier. I somehow got "This Old Man" in my head, and then I thought about what we used to convert it to when we were kids. I then thought about exactly how weird and paedophilic that conversion actually was. Just roll with it and we'll see what happens.

This old man, he played two,
He played nick-nack on my poo. 
With nick-nack pally-whack, 
Give a dog a phone, 
This old man's a rolling stone. 


I don't know what that says about the rolling stones, if I'm fairly honest with you. I just realised something else too. Think about how weird and paedophilic the original version is.

This old man, he played three,
He played nick-nack on my knee. 
With nick-back pally-whack, 
Give a dog a bone,
This old man is rolling home. 


I certainly don't want my kids to grow up in a world where paedophilic old men roll on up to my kids, play "nick-nack" on their knees, bone dogs and then roll on home again. I also have a number of questions surrounding this song.

1. What the fuck is nick-nack, and why is he playing it on children?
2. What's a pally-whack?
3. Why did my teacher teach my this song, despite the fact that it's weird, perverted and since giving dogs bones is now illegal (sort of), the only possible explanation for the dog and bone thing is actually bestiality?
4. How on Earth does this old man roll?
5. What kind of message does this portray to our kids?

I already know the answer to number five. The fact of the matter is, kids are far too innocent to come up with all that stuff that my apparently demented brain thought of, and naturally think that giving a dog a phone is far more hilarious-a-lyric than giving them a bone.

I had such potential for this image. It was going to look awesome and it was going to be hilarious. But then I realised that I can't draw at all and failed. 

EDIT: I found a solution. Having Walter back was a real advantage to me.

The old dog and phone.

Well, I think that that wraps that up with that. You've been left with something to think about there. So get down and think about it.
Hutch out.

P.S. I just got totally told that my grammar was off for one sentence in this post. It was also stated that I apparently call myself a "grammar Nazi." I think this term is completely derogatory and I would never ever call myself that. I do indeed care a lot about grammar, and I do often correct people's grammar, and it has now even reached the point where my friends asked me to proof-read their work for grammar. I will not, even for one minute, pretend that I know grammar inside and out. Occasionally I get things wrong. Grammar is my strong point in languages, but I'm not a super genius who knows absolutely everything about it. Yet. (Yes, I do bloody well know that that was a sentence fragment. And no, there is absolutely nothing wrong with saying 'that that'). Stop trying to tell me that I'm someone who I'm not.

Let's Do it Like They Do on the Discovery Channel

That has been in my head since last night, and you know what the annoying part is? Well, let me verse it to you:
"You and me, baby, *murmur* so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!" That is as annoying as it reads. The lyric is incomplete, and my brain can't piece together the words. I had a Brain Fart, if you will.

So, I guess I'd better begin with Friday.

After an amusing chat with my biggest fans, I went home to throw on another shirt and then make my way to Pizza Hut. Pizza Hut is not next to my house, nor anywhere near. In fact, it's about 5 miles away. Walking five miles in really thick fog in the darkest dark you've ever darked, constantly worried that the next person who jogs/strides past you is definitely someone about to kill you is pretty damn tiring. I would've said scary, but what's scary about thick fog and dark? Isn't this just a scene of tranquillity?

I really couldn't see very far. 

In fact, it was so foggy, that my hair got soaked on the walk over. As fun nights go, it was a pretty fun night. I can't really report amusingly on the happenings of the evening, so fill in the blanks yourself.

Now for Saturday.

The night began with Luke randomly turning up at my house adamant that he had previously told me that it had been set in stone that he would pick me up as opposed to me organising my own way there, which I had of course done, but it mattered not. The music was slapped on straight away when we arrived at Luke's house and Luke showed us his beer-can-belt, which is a pretty awesome invention. Totally impractical if you want to sit down, but good if you don't want to carry six cans of beer in your hands at the same time. So there are ups and downs. It was mainly used for the photo-opportunity:

Yes, that's a tiger with aviators. That's pretty awesome. 

After all of the guests arrived, alcohol was quickly distributed so that people could get their drunk on. I also remember there being a lot of food. And cupcakes. And bacon rolls. And pizza. Mmm...

So, what did a tame person like me do at this party? I suppose the first thing significant to happen to me this night was this:

My battle wound.

This was caused by my pathetic skin being broken by the sharp end of a bread-stick extremely toughened skin being penetrated by a lion after I saved some small children from it.

I then completely thrashed everyone except Becca at dancing like this:

My extremely convincing robot dance. 

After the madness had died down a bit, I ran out of Strongbow (which is my favourite alcoholic beverage) so I asked Joshi of the Quach variety to try and make me some kind of alcoholic beverage. He failed and simply gave me something that was most likely alcohol and tasted like lemon. It was a fruity alcohol. I must admit I like fruity alcohol. Anyway, at this point I decided that I didn't want to ridicule myself other people through my epic dancing, and instead decided to sit down at the dinner table where other people were talking. At some point I started talking to Jess Lines, whom I don't normally talk to, and I don't see why because she's a perfectly lovely person to talk to. We got onto the topic of vegetarianism, and how she is one, and I got to use one of my Knowledges (You already know that I have five Awesomes a day, but did you know that I also have a collection of Knowledges?) and I totally dropped the bomb on the fact that a dog produces more CO2 than two 4x4s. That's just what it eats, not what it excretes. Anyway, I brought up the fact that I'm a moral vegetarian, in the sense that I occasionally feel really bad and guilty that I'm essentially eating the flesh of another animal, which is what barbarians and wolves do. If I see a whole leg of lamb in the supermarket, for example, I immediately think about how that was in fact the lamb's actual leg and it's now stripped of its fluffy fluff and replaced by environment-killing preservative-packaging. But in practise, I could never do that because Jess mentioned how you lose a lot of energy when you stop eating meat. I don't have much energy because of this weight-gain thing I've been doing. If I were to go all eco-friendly on your asses, I'd probably die. So yeah, I talked to her for what seemed like a long time and enjoyed doing so.

Uhh... what happened then... I'm not so sure. I don't think anything new and exciting happened until we walked Jess home. Well, that wasn't really exciting, but it was nice. After a hug goodbye we rejoined the party, at which point everyone was like "need... sleep..." because it was like four in the morning, and we're people who don't do staying up all night. Humans weren't built for the night. Yes, we're evolved enough to survive in the night, but we're not exactly nocturnal. If you pitted yourself against a badger, you'd lose. Yes, you may have a torch, but what's the likelihood that you'll have the speed and agility to one-up a badger? Badgers are vicious. They're also very shy. But don't piss off badgers. Bats would also help the badgers, because they both share the same first two letters. So if you piss off a badger, bats will come to its aid and you'll be royally fucked.

I think I just made a funny. 

I don't remember what I was talking about. Yeah, we pretty much went to sleep after the badger attack. I got a fantastically comfortable beanbag. You know, the kind that you and your chosen friend sit on during a social encounter. There is no such thing as a beanbag that you can comfortably sleep on. Needless to say, none of us got much sleep, apart from Dukey who was dreaming about Josh.

So yeah, that was my brilliantly brilliant weekend. And because we got up so early this morning, I was able to get loads of stuff done and not feel rushed. I didn't use that time to do work, but that's what this time is meant for. The bit after I've run out of things to do. The fact that I'm still writing this, like forty minutes after I started intending it to be a ten minute update (as I always plan to do, but fuck up because I'm far too interesting for just ten minute's worth of text) but yeah, I'm sure I'll do something. I might go to bed early, come to think about it. That wouldn't be detrimental.

Anyway, thank you for a wonderful weekend guys.
Goodnight.

Funderful Thurday

I know that funderful isn't a real word, but I asked Dukey to give me an adjective, and that is what he came up with. He's a tit. Anyway, it's Thursday here in the real world, it may be different for you.

First Lesson - Janina
This was pretty boring. We attempted to have an argument about immigration, but then Hannah broke out into an all-out rant about how England should not be in the EU. It was pretty intense. Also, for all my new outside readers, Janina is my German assistant, and every week I have a lesson with her to improve my spoken German. It doesn't work very well.

Second Lesson - DT
I was with the kids this lesson, doing my own work mind. Once again I made a model for my bike rack, but this time I had my own little bike to help me work out dimensions and stuff. While I was doing all that, the year nines were all up in my business asking me questions and here's the end result:

Weirdos.

It is fun hanging around the kids though. Well it would be, otherwise I wouldn't still be teaching them after a year of doing so.

EDIT: I forgot to explain how I got to that end point of taking that disturbing photograph. Since I had a mini bike there, all the kids suddenly thought that I had made it, and I had to say "Yes, I made it. No, of course I didn't make it you tit" a billion times, but without the profanity. Eventually I got to the point of taking photos of my model, and Casey (the blonde one) was all like "Ooh, take a picture of me!" and I was like *sigh* and then took the picture.

Third Lesson - German
I don't really think that there's anything interesting to report here. Nothing really interesting at all. I can barely even remember what we did. I'm almost certain something interesting happened in lunch though. Hmm... It might not have even happened in lunch, if I'm honest, but I'll tell the story anyway. Josh H was talking about how much better his senses are when he's with his new significant other and then he was talking about how quick and creative I already am, so that when I get a girlfriend, I'd write all of Shakespeare's works in one night. That would be pretty impressive, and I also need to test this theory. *Claps hands* Okay, I don't have the magical ability to make girlfriends appear at the clap of my hands. Darn.

Fourth Lesson - Free
This lesson was probably a waste of time. We found an empty computer room (empty apart from the year 12s that we don't mind that were in there) and they were playing this game. We were intrigued, so we downloaded it and wasted the entire lesson shooting snakes, skeletons and pirates.

That snake is so fucked. 

Fifth Lesson - Free
In an effort to waste even more time doing nothing, we wasted even more time doing nothing. I spent the majority of the lesson talking to Josh H and Jed about the hidden blade that Josh has been trying to make for a while. Needless to say, it was decided that a hidden blade would be almost impossible to make, at least to be practical. Then we joined the others, at which point Edwards' life was planned out for him. He's going to get a job as a stripper/lap dancer at a gay club, marry Bekah H and live in a huge house, where they will have parties every night and own lots of giant rabbits. Bekah will then suffocate him to death using one of the giant rabbits for the insurance money. Indeed.

Well, that was Thursday. See you soon.

The Phonetic Alphabet

I was spending some time with Becca today, and she wrote out the alphabet, and for some reason this got me thinking, "I would totally write that different." Now, as you all know, I'm a super grammar nazi, and I also absolutely love studying language and learning about its roots and such. During this time I've come to learn a lot about how the English language should actually be spelt, so here's my rendition of the alphabet:

Ayh

Bï

Scï

Dï

Ïe

Eff

Geï

Haytsch

Ei

Djay

Kay

Ell

Emm

Enn

Oh

Pï

Queue

Arr

Ess

Tï

Yü

Vï

Double-vï Yes, double-vï, not double yü. W does not look like uu, but it does look like vv

Exx

Wy

Zed It will never be zï, because of its roots. Zed derives from the French Zett, and the German Tszet. The Americans bizarrely invented the letter zï, probably because they wanted it to rhyme with the rest of the alphabet.

Now you may be wondering why I used this, ï, a lot. When I learned German, I learned that ie sounds like ee, and ei sounds like Aye. Through my own research, I then learned that a long time ago, the Germans may have used the letter ï instead of ie. That would make sense, since they place an e after letters if they can’t umlaut them. For example: ä is the same as ae, and ö is the same as oe. Therefore it only made sense if ï was replaced by ie, but I don’t know why. It is used in Dutch, and Russian (when using the Latin alphabet, of course) and you should recognise it from the word naïve.

Right, that’s the language lesson done, I apologise for not being very fun. Wait, I know exactly what will piss Dukey off. Here’s my rendition of the Gordie alphabet.

Äh

Bäh

Scäh

Däh

Äeh I know, it’s hardly any different

Eff

Geäh

Hähtsch

Ähy Again, very difficult to distinguish

Djäh

Käh

Ell

Emm

Enn

Öh

Päh

Kuyü

Ühr

Ess

Täh

Yüö

Väh

Double-yüö

Exx

Whaiy

Zähd

If that didn’t piss Dukey off, I don’t know what will. He döesn’t lähk it when ähy späek all Gördie with ‘im.

If you’re finding it difficult to understand what the Gordie accent sounds like, just read this sentence:

Ähy dön’t lahk it when they cüm över ‘ere, stählin’ ühr jöbs, and räpin’ ühr wömen. (ühr = our)

Well, that’s the language lesson done and over and done for a second time. Let’s get down to a small amount of real blogging.

*Dramatic music*

*Types away furiously at the keyboard, chronicling his thoughts and feelings and then showing them to the world*

*Vinyl squeak noise*

Okay, I have only one real thing to say. Remember how the other day I was like all worried and shit that my kids were being all “Peter fancies Courtney” and then I heard one of them excitedly say “She said yes!” and then I got super paranoid. Well, I was paranoid for a reason.

Casey: Are you still going out with Courtney?

Me: *Confused, but still managing to look evil, glare*

That wasn’t really an extensive conversation, but I have spoken to Courtney on several occasions today, and it seems that these kids are playing me for a fool. She has not said a word regarding the subject, and she’s being as lovely as ever. I felt I needed to talk to her about it, but after I had a conversation with her as we were walking towards our respective homes after getting off the bus, I knew that she had no part to do with it. If she does, I’ll be annoyed. But I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.

There’s also a huge possibility that my kids think that I’m going out with Becca (but naturally I'll inform them otherwise if they ask), which should hopefully throw them off thinking that I fancy Courtney, but she’s not like a bit of cake. I only ever fancy a bit of cake. I fancy a bit of cake, coming to think about it.

I’m sure I was supposed to expand on a point in that last paragraph, but now all I can think about is cake. Shit, we might not even have cake at home right now. We finished the remaining cake at the weekend. NOOO! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I take pride in this picture. Yes, that person is colourless, but I didn't want to offend anyone.

Hutch out.

PS: I have 799 blog views. 788 of those are from Grande Britagne, and another 6 from America. That means that five views are from a country that doesn't exist. Who are you? Why don't you exist within a country? Unless... :O You're French! No one would happily disclose that information, so you simply hid that fact! Or you're an alien. Either/or.

PPS: I found some cake. It was at the back of the cupboard. It was a regular sponge cake covered in chocolate, and it was beautiful.

PPPS: Apparently I was wrong about the word naive. It is actually French, but they stole the umlaut rule from Dutch. Thank you, Westie.

PPPPS: The number of P's is getting ridiculous. I've never even seen someone go beyond PPS. In fact, PPPS and PPPPS probably aren't even things. 

I Made a Picture for You!

I really wanted to post today, but I had the fear of it being an unscheduled My Day post, and therefore I couldn't. But then I looked back at Blog Roll: Now with Aloe-Vera! and realised that I could totally draw a donkey bridge based on my description. So, here it is:

As you can quite plainly see, donkey bridges are awesome. It's true that the donkey takes up pretty much the entire bridge, and it's also true that the donkey is smoking. Smoking is bad for your health, but damn that donkey looks cool. I mean, look at that top hat, and that tuxedo. I think I should have probably let someone good at art do this, but hey, I needed a challenge. Blogging is much more fun when you have an ulterior, donkey-related motive. One day I'll get good at these drawings, and then the world will be mine. *Subtle, but undoubtedly evil laugh*

This brings me on nicely to something that happened to me today. In fact, there is literally no relation between this event and the donkey bridge, but maybe he can help you along the way.

In my DT lesson today I got-a-talking to the year nines doing engineering, and in particular Casey and one of the ones whose name I can't remember. In fact, I don't even know why I want to talk about this, because while I enjoyed talking to the, they did annoy me by continuing the infamous "Peter fancies Courtney" routine. It's annoying. However, I did get to perfectly justify myself, and my reasons for not liking this girl. Age was simply the best thing I could come up with, and I didn't once think to say, "You're my kids. I see you as these little people I have to look after," and I made up shit about maturity. They're pretty immature, but they're also probably more mature than most people I know, so yeah. They then asked who my ideal girl would be, so I promptly made up shit about a gorgeous girl I know, because in reality I don't actually like any particular person because everyone is different and I can't really afford to be picky. That seemed to get them off my back a little bit though. Although one of them ran up and said "Courtney said yes!" and now I'm super paranoid and afraid that evil Satan monsters will eat me because they don't ever listen to the source, just the rumour, and I couldn't handle that. It's okay for fat people; they don't feel much, but since I'm thin, I'd feel the meat being torn off my bones. I don't want to be eaten by evil Satan monsters and therefore I need to rectify this situation. Or of course there might not be a situation and I don't need to worry.

Evil Satan monsters are evil.

I have a German essay to do.

Shit.

It's like 00:10. Ten minutes past zero. It's far too late to start work now. I should've done it earlier, but I procrastinated and procrastinated, and then I drew a donkey bridge and then I wrote this blog post. Darn.

My German teacher better like that donkey bridge.

Mittwoch Wednesday

Yeah, I know what it says. But I think it makes a bold statement about the fact that it is Wednesday, and the title just reaffirms that. Twice.

First Lesson - Deutsch
I do love German, however I'd be repeating myself if I told you what happened in this lesson. Just because it'd be boring to repeat it, doesn't make the lesson not interesting. Every lesson of German is super interesting and I learn a lot about Germany, the language, the culture and oddly enough the English government and the state of our contribution to protecting the environment.

This here is a man who knows his shit.

Second Lesson - Media
I began my fourth poster today, in order to try and finalise this project. However, finalising this project means finalising this project, and never doing it again. Why would I want to finish something so beautiful? I know you may be confused, but there are so many things that I want to get out of the way and done. Media is not one of these things. I want to continue doing that forever and ever. I never want to stop. The day I stop Media will be the day that the A is handed to me, and then I go off to Uni to more Media. I'm also constantly doing stuff for RichChief, which is a medium, and therefore I can't and won't stop with my creative juices impregnating today's society and producing little baby media, which I will then raise to become the best media they can be. Metaphor all over your ass there.

Third Lesson - Free
I know I did my personal statement and UCAS in this lesson, and I also know that Quach and Harry were trying to write a script for some kind of Deadliest Warrior thing that they plan to do. I, for one, think that this is a foolish venture and can only possibly end badly. However, it could also be argued that I'm the best Media student, and therefore know about this shit. You're right, I was indeed about to contradict myself, but I decided not to, and go ahead and render the word 'however' obsolete in that last sentence. Represent.

Fourth Lesson - Teaching
As annoying as some of the kids are in my current class, I do enjoy teaching them. Yes, they can be dickheads, but at least they know when I'm being serious. Sometimes. Brandon (he's basically Chris McGhee without the mole) is one of those kids who is slightly taller than I am, and thus feels it necessary to try and be on my level. Obviously I can't allow this, so while he's attempting to shake my hand constantly or (in the case of today) put his arm around me, I play all iron fist (whatever that means) and tell him as subtly as possible that he's an arsehole. Aside from that, it was Jess's birthday today *party pop* and as such I gave her no particular special treatment apart from being a little biased towards helping her. Hey, I'm a giver, it's the least I could do. I also got to know Jaygun's sister (I think this one's Travis, but don't take my word for it because I have no idea) and that girl who looks a little bit like Lana Lang from Smallville (and also I don't know her name) a little better since neither of them have taken special interest in my teachings before. However, today I pushed the boat out a little because that girl who looks a lot like Lana Lang from Smallville was totally cutting wood wrong. "You can cut wood wrong?" Yes. Yes you can. Very wrong. So yeah, I've just made two new friends.

Fifth Lesson - DT
This lesson wasn't so bad either. I could describe what happened, or I could do this:

That is a model of a chair with goggles and other various items balanced on it. 

"I've found it! After all these years I've finally found... the Bracket of Destiny."

And this is Westie wearing two pairs of goggles. 

I apologise for those pictures coming out weird, but you must understand how huge these images are. They're huge. Anyway, aside from this, I helped out the kids in the other room, because they totally needed my help. 

So, Wednesday didn't shape up to be a bad day, did it? More My Day blog next week. 

Peace out. 

Travis Entry 31/01/09

Yeah, you're right, I haven't done one of these in ages, but hey, I'm in a blogging mood and this probably is an important thing to do.

Also, I think it should be made apparent that somehow, and I don't remember how, this was the first night I had ever gotten slightly drunk. So, on with it.

"Okay, I'm slightly tipsy and I want to keep my legs moving so things might get crazy on this page but oh well, on with it.

Tonight was great and Keystone has once again proven that happiness can be found in small portions.

Alcohol also seems to make me happy.

Apparently Tanya (note: apparently when drunk I can remember her name) was really upset about me, but that's also not my problem, especially in this frame of mind.

Bitch-Dick!

Callum invented the name for me, *spins around on chair* because he obviously cares a little more about Tanya's feelings than I do. Oh well, I don't give two shits of a rat's arse-tail; I might never see her again.

*Drops pen*
*Jumps about slightly*
*Does the robot*
*[redacted]*

Okay, the squiggle was too far. Yes, indeed it was.

Christ I love [redacted], tonight rekindled these feelings + a hug. Apparently, back then, all I needed to feel love was a nice time and a hug. Life was so simple.
Damn she's fucking hot. This is true.
You know who else is?
[redacted].
I want to bang them hard. This again? I reckon this is written like five times over the course of Travis. Jesus, what a weirdo.

I need to calm down.

But technically this is a reflection. Well it shouldn't be. A reflection of the kind of person I become when tipsy. That person is no different, although he is slightly wackier. I need to be more often no I don't even just that [for some reason, redacted... I couldn't read it] beer has made me happy.

I love Bud. No I don't.
Beer is good. No it isn't.
I love [redacted]. Who does this guy think he is?
I love [redacted]. How convenient.
I've escaped from Tanya! That's a little funny though.

I'll speak again soon. Maybe it will be a proper heart-to-heart. But still, this needed to be written. No it didn't.

IN A BIT TRAV!" Little excessive, don't you think?

Okay, yes, I got carried away with my little notes towards the end. Maybe I should do this with all Travis things. I think it was a really good idea to analyse it and tell you how much of a tit I was. Oh well, best not to dwell. I've got a blog to run.

Yeah, this bit won't be in italics.
Peace out.

PS: You know how yesterday I had 705 views? That just went up to 740. Someone is definitely pressing F5. Yes, I know your secret, strange stalker dude.

Happy 705th Pageview!

Okay, so I totally missed the 700th pageview, but instead of missing a huge opportunity like that, I'm going to go ahead and offer the person who last looked at this blog A MASSIVE YACHT.

Google doesn't recognise the word YACHT.

Anyway, if you'd like an interpretation of what A MASSIVE YACHT looks like, here it is:

That's a pretty massive yacht.

I also made Google understand that the word 'yacht' is a real word and it will no longer bother me.

Congratulations, 705th reader, your MASSIVE YACHT will be in the post.

It may or may not be just that picture of A MASSIVE YACHT.

I hope you weren't expecting anything else from this post.

Peace out.

I am the Saviour

You know already, that I the Messiah am (whoa, German grammar creeping into English there) but did you also know that I'm also the saviour of a mystical kingdom that may or may not be Corkwood? I don't think it is Corkwood, because that's entirely different to what happened in this dream.

Yes, you did hear that right. I had a dream. I was well chuffed when I woke up, that I went back to sleep to continue the dream! And it worked! Whoo! Let me tell you what happened.

Two kingdoms were at war, but on a much smaller scale than you might think. Imagine the map Avalanche from Halo 3, it was about that sort of scale. My team were the good guys, and we were fighting these guys that were probably known as the Rebels. The name "Rebels" was thrown about a bit during this dream sequence. Anyway, to bring you back to the scene, this was based around the medieval period, so everyone was armed with swords and suits of armour. Apart from I, who had a sword and a lightsabre. So basically, what happened for the first part of the dream was essentially me kicking ass with my sword in one hand parrying like crazy, and my lightsabre in the other cutting everyone up like a honey badger with a vengeance. Eventually the two teams retreated back to their castles/ditches/villages/kingdoms, I don't know that part. The 'bases' were in ditches reminiscent of Machu Picchu.

The camera then cut to the Rebels (my dreams rarely follow me in first person, especially during action sequences) and it appeared that they had a bit of a problem on their hands. Inside their base was Frau Hibberd and a robot army. I don't know why Frau Hibberd has a robot army, but just run with it. So they were all like "Damn" and didn't know what to do. A third enemy had just put itself into the equation, thus rendering the realm of my dream a three-way war of death. At this point I discovered an objective, it was a little hazy in the earlier part of the dream, and that's why I didn't mention it before. Basically, every now and then when some one died, they dropped a scroll, and at this moment I discovered that the scroll they were now inspecting had a map of their base and the surrounding area, so I totally darted in, cut a few of them up, stole the scroll and took it back to base.

Back at base we started looking at the scroll, and then another plot element revealed itself. Apparently the Rebels had some kind of epic monster/giant thing (again, I don't know, this part was hazy) that they were planning to use against us. I was all like "We're a bit screwed, we don't have anything that can fight that" and then my general was all like "But you are its equal" and then a large, morale-boosting speech happened and I was totally motivated to kick some more ass.

I then kicked some more ass.

I then woke up at about quarter to ten, turned my phone on and then decided that I had just had the most awesome dream of all time, so upon discovering it was 09:44, I went back to sleep, to try and finish the dream, and thus it continued.

While I was kicking ass on the battlefield, my mind had started following this monk/wizard guy who I totally thought was me but with a long beard. He was in this alleyway-type thing, and before him stood a large gate but next to him was a dude who was all like, "But over here is paradise. You could step through that gate and determine the fate of the world, or just relax it in paradise."

The guy I was following was all like, "No, I have to save this place. Besides, it doesn't look that great anyway."

This 'paradise' had luscious green fields, trees, bushes and a church with a design inspired by Assassin's Creed. Then the other guy started to sell the idea of paradise by producing large branches which apparently the monk/wizard guy loved, because he was then all like, "Fine, I'll stay for a bit."

The end.

I don't think I can leave it there though. While I'm cutting people up, the monk/wizard guy is about to have the time of his life in paradise. I think it's now up to me to convince the monk/wizard guy to not stay in paradise, and go through the gate, possibly with me to determine the fate of the world. Also, what the fuck happened with the robots? And the epic monster/giant guy? Too many questions.

Blogging 101

Do you see what I did there? That's quite funny.

I'm sat here in the library wondering why I would even need to update my blog, but something has been bothering my mind, killing my brain and generally making me miserable. Would you like me to ruin the train of happy fun posts? No, you wouldn't, but I feel it necessary. Don't worry though, I'll try and round it off with something joyous and wonderful. It'd be like teaching you how to properly structure a blog post.

1. Introduce your topic in a fun and interesting matter. Getting straight to the point is overrated. Make your reader want to find out want on Earth you're not currently ranting about.

I have already done this.

2. Get to the point.

I'll do that now.

The person in question (I know there is no question, because I said it was something bothering me, but fuck off) used to be my super best friend and she knows everything about me. Or at least used to. Now as I'm sure you'll readily know, I literally can't let go of people who know everything there is to know about me, because of some weird-ass emotional connection I have to these people. I know they definitely don't feel the same way about me, and the person in question seems to want to drift away from me. It's disturbing. I saw this coming, but I can't bring myself to accept it. We were super best friends once, and that sort of thing doesn't disappear from my mind ever. I don't like it one bit. I absolutely do not know what I would do if other super best friends who know everything about me were to start drifting away from me. I can't deal with that shit. Remember how I lost my dog? Yeah, it'd be like that.

3. Continue rant or move on.

I apologise for that, but it needed to be said. I'm an emotional person. Okay, no I'm not. More-so now than ever before because I actually have rapid changes between happiness and sadness rather than the shitty phase of either passive or aggressive. Neither are good.

4. Round it off or go off on a tangent

Hey, you know what this post needs? Something happy and joyful to help cheer you up after reading that trash up there.

A lion and a polar bear had a shack together in the Rocky Mountains because they couldn't stand the monotony of their current environments. Let me explain.

The polar bear was all like "It's a bit chilly out here, I'll head south. At least then I know I don't have to balance on ice sheets that are slowly heading away from my family." Incidentally, that's how he got to America.

The lion was all like, "I'm tired of having to find meat. I wish I could go and live with something like a polar bear in a shack in the Rocky Mountains." So he got on the first plane to a polar bear in a shack in the Rocky Mountains (at this point in time, planes had very specific destinations).

Anyway, an interesting story about hunters, darts and tearing the ranger limb from limb happened, but I feel like this post is getting on a bit now, and you know what I get like when I go off on tangent. See: Tangents
(I would link it, but for the life of me I have no idea how to)

5. After that weird tangent, decide that it's finally time to call it a day and get the hell out of there before the audience gets angry at the fact that you started a story about a polar bear and a lion and didn't continue or conclude it.

I'm very sorry for this blatent disregard of your feelings towards my about-to-be-awesome story about a polar bear and a lion.
I hope you enjoyed my guide-within-a-blog, and to be honest, the only reason I did it is so that I could have 101 in the title because this is the official one hundred and first post! Woo!

*Party pop*

I'll catch you soon.

Happy 100th Post!

Okay, so I deleted that shitty shit thing that took up far too much of my time and is too long to read, so instead I'm going to go ahead and celebrate my official 100th post!

*Party pop*

Well, well. How did I possibly manage to get this far? Not on drugs, that's for sure. Let me cast your minds back to February.

"In the beginning...
... exciting story about the heavens and the Earth/some huge explosion.

Hi, I'm the Wolf.
I'd like to say what my actual name is, but stuff and stuff about identity and people finding out about stuff.

Anyway, let's start with a little about me whatsit
...

Okay, I give up, I'll just do some kind of thing about something or nothing

Also, I apologise for being a little something, but I can't be bothered proofreading and stuff so I'm just going to type stuff as I think it - best way to blog in my view.

Right, here's me and my life in a short little niblet:
I'm a self-loathing, self-harming, jealous, depressive, too-skinny-for-my-own-good idiot who follows girls around like there's no tomorrow.
I hate my family, I have only one parent and one grandparent, plus my two brothers = the only direct family I have.

On the other hand I am always happy when with my actual family, those-lot-that-I-love.
At these moments I am an accepted member of society with goals and attributes that can actually be marked down as something acceptable, or other ramble.

Anyway, that's my ramble about myself, if whatever vague
I'm welcome to questioning, so fire away.

Wow, that's certainly something. It seems I've changed since then. I have become a better, happier and more functional person. I just copied and pasted a post that wasn't totally awesome, so you can see where I'm coming from here. Back then I was all depressed for no reason and even resorted to self-harming, which is totally not the way to go. You should punish yourself if you find that you want to harm yourself. Yes, I do realise the irony of that statement.

But what about now? Well, just look at my recent blog posts and you'll realise that I'm hilarious and full of surprises. And hey, I couldn't have done it without you guys. You guys are great, and I often refer to you as my real family. That's because I feel a real family should be open and honest with each other, and should also know when it's appropriate to wake me up. Ten minutes before my alarm goes off is not acceptable, people I have to live with. I would gladly swap this adoptive family for you guys. In fact, I must say I'm far more comfortable in some other people's houses than my own because I can talk to their parents and not feel alienated. I think a good example of this was when I went to Luke's house for the night, and his parents were super cool and it felt homely. This is also how I feel at Joe's house, because that pretty much is my second home.

I have talked about how you guys influence me and make me happy in a previous blog post, so I won't do that again, but last time I didn't have these people:

Josh + Maisie
What amazing people you are to hang around with. I haven't been super best friends with either of you for very long, but the past few months of being super best friends with you have been super awesome. You even invited me to spend time with you on a Friday afternoon! That's like your love-making time and you totally gave that up because you didn't want me to stay in school. You're both so totally awesome.

Josh Hilton
I haven't been super best friends with you for very long either, but your craziness coupled with my ... charisma certainly makes for a good time at any time for any length of time. Berlin was probably the start of our super best friendship, and we totally divulged all to each other. I'm happy that you feel that you can confide everything in me and if anything interesting ever happened in my life, I'd totally be happy to confide in you as well. Aside from that, you're hilarious and you never cease to amaze me with... whatever you apparently amaze me with.

Dreams

Last blog post I said that I don't dream. While that's the case now, I did certainly once dream when I was younger than I currently am, so I'm going to take you through all the weird-ass dreams that I can remember and hopefully all this talk of dreams will suddenly make me dream about dreaming, which in turn will cause me to dream. Found a way around you, mind.

The first dream takes us back many many years into the distant past. I don't normally ever mention my childhood, because it was pretty shit and not really what a childhood should be... but we'll soldier on. The dream in question consists of a world entirely consisting of me. Picture the scene, you're in a city (well not you, but me you, as in you but me, as in me but you're you but me), the buildings are tall, the road system is horrendously complicated and it's actually quite a lot like Metropolis from the old Adventures of Superman. One of me got trapped under a wall or something, and then a super-me flew in to save me. I don't remember what happened to me, but I'm pretty sure I was fine. Anyone who is anyone who reads this blog knows that I'm quite a solitary person, my family not being my real family because you're my real family and therefore I was forced to ignore these arseholes that parade around what should be our house pretending it's theirs. I don't know if that has anything to do with this, but hey, a world of me would be pretty good, wouldn't it? No wait, I'm a man, that would be shit.

The second dream is also in the past, and only remember it because of how vivid it is. In this dream my house was essentially haunted, and I was running through it trying not to be eaten and such. The first incident I remember is me looking up my staircase, and then a black cat pounced at me. Now regularly you'd expect that this would be the point where I'd say I shat myself, but I didn't. I just watched as if I was a passive observer, but I was still pretty freaked out because this cat had just pounced at me. Soon enough I ended up in the conservatory, where a huge-ass vampire-bat, winged-devil thing flew down and totally like snarled at me with his someone-needs-to-eat-less-raw-meat bloody teeth and that's all I remember.

Now I bring you into more recent times. Some parts of the dream best be left a little censored because they involve people you may know and might tell them about it, and I wouldn't want that. And no, this is not an excuse for you to be all like "Oh we won't tell anyone, just say!" because there's no point because it's just a dream and means literally nothing except this obviously means something but I don't care just don't ask because I already know the meaning of it and therefore you don't need to question it I believe I've made myself clear but if I haven't I'd gladly repeat what I just said. Good. Anyway, the dream starts in the school cafeteria, I'm with some friends (namely Deromi, Jonny, Lauren and co), and the school cafeteria morphs into a regular, varnished-wood looking one in some kind of café or similar place. So I'm getting my food, I don't remember what I got. It's also important to note that this place doesn't have a fourth wall, and it kind of just fades into a field. But yeah, I was for some reason or another having a fight with this guy, and we can both apparently use super speed to run at each other but somehow never hit each other. Or I hit him and won. I don't know. Then the Angel of the North falls down off its hill and crashes down next to us. We're fine. Then for some reason that becomes like a table thing to sit around in the crater it just made, and I apparently started to get snuggly with someone and someone else gets angry. You could take five guesses at who those people are, and maybe get one right, but there's no point because of that speech. All of my dreams in recent years have been this same incoherent nonsense; this is the only one I remember in any detail mind.

In another dream Joe, Becca and I are in some kind of pinball thing. But aside from the obvious hilarity of trying to get through a maze while being chased by huge-ass shiny balls, I don't think I should mention what happens. It's super awkward.

All other recent dreams that I have any slight recollection of have been sex dreams and they're not worth mentioning at all in the slightest. Although in one dream the school became a sex school. Where PHSE is all about getting your first kiss and fingering class is all about... well fingering. That's kind of weird. This is why I didn't want to discuss this. Eugh. Get yourselves wiped off because we need to get serious again.

So, those are three (and kind of a fourth) dreams that I remember and probably worth making a note of just to prove to myself that I do have dreams and that I'm not some sort of inhuman freak.
Hutch out.

Can't Think of an Adjective Tuesday

That's right, I'm literally all out of adjectives. But that doesn't make my blog any worse, does it? I'm pretty sure the title only counts for a small percentage of the post, and actually I need no awesomes to make it. Hopefully this post will use one of my five-a-day awesomes.

First Lesson - Free
This lesson wasn't at all interesting. I mean, yes, I had a brilliant time chatting to Joshi of the Quach variety, and yes, breakfast seemed to bring laughter and fun into the mix, but aside from that, bloody work somehow occupied me. I feel kind of disappointed now. There is literally no way to put an amusing spin on this lesson. How annoying.

Second Lesson - DT
Oh fucking hell. The lesson started with Ms Ainsbitch asking me why I looked depressed. I didn't feel depressed, but apparently seeing that harlot from the depths of the stinking pits of hell (yeah, stinking pits, they're worse than the fiery pits) causes me to look depressed. Sounds about right. Other than that, I spent the lesson feeling slightly happy that my scissor jack will definitely work without any stupid mathematical alterations to consider, so that's good, and I also aided Zacharuryrius and pretty much anyone else who looked a little lost.

Third Lesson - Free
This lesson I spent checking out RichChief while Westie helped with my website for Media. I also helped Natalie this lesson. I'm all about helping people. It's because I'm awesome. Uhh... did anything else happen? Lunch was amusing.

Fourth Lesson - Media
I've got to tell you, while Media is the best subject in the world and I don't give two shits of a severed rat's arse-tail what people say about it being easy, because if you want the best marks... it isn't, any of you stupid scientists who care about nothing apart from the universe and how it works. Media is about entertainment. Hey, hey, guess what scientists, without media and the media-ists' superb brains of awesomeness, your documentaries would look like something made by a locust with a faecal infection. Piles. Anyway, I think I cut myself off there. Yeah, while Media is the best subject in the world, I now enter the annoying stage of evaluating my work. Yes, it's awesome. You know it's awesome, I know it's awesome. Isn't that all you have to know? On top of that, the trailer isn't finished yet. I have one tiny weeny thing to do (yes, I've said this before) because Miss T was being super duper picky and commenting on the tiniest of little details, but it's of no consequence because I can get it done pretty quickly.

Fifth Lesson - Free
What fun this free was. Oh joy of joyous joys. It started off where it should in bottom red and the congregating of the people which this time only included Jaisie, Becca, Bekah, Josh and Leachy. We knew we were missing something. We then set up base camp in the gold fish bowl, because before you begin every trek, you need a base camp. Josh employed me to help him find Dukey, because we had the intention of making more videos. We could not find him. I suspected that he'd be in the lecture theatre, but we haven't reached that part of the story yet. I gave up and went back into the gold fish bowl where everyone seemed to be engaged in work, so I sat down with Becca for quick chat. Leachy then informed me that Dukey had been found in the lecture theatre, so I really had to haul ass and a tripod and get myself to the lecture theatre where were apparently told to go. No. We weren't. We managed to get a sack load of filming done, with hilarious consequences. You can check out those hilarious consequences for yourselves on YouTube on the RichChiefProds channel, and that way I don't have to tell you about it. Or do I? No, I can't make it any more amusing than it already is. I then spent the rest of the lesson talking to Becca, because the rest buggered off to an unknown location. She talked to me about her freaky dreams, like the one with the freaky spiders, and the other freaky one with the freaky exploding fish. Freaky stuff. This got me all like depressed that I can't remember my own dreams (if I have the at all; it would seem that I don't). But yeah, if I could, I'm sure it would bring an awesome new thing for the blog. Although I could totally tell you about previous dreams I've had that I remember. Hmm...

So yeah, that wraps up a pretty brilliant Tuesday. I don't have anything else to say so I'll catch you later.
Until another time, homes.