Okay, so I went with the first adjective I see thing again. And once again the adjective was really depressing and not at all representative of how awesome today actually was. Wait, I have an idea.
Awesome Wednesday
What a great idea! Let's just get on and do this.
First Lesson - Deutsch
If I'm honest, there isn't really much to report on today's German lesson. It wasn't really that great to be quite honest with you because we did a lot of work, but that's what school is all about right? Learning. I did learn a little bit more German than I once did though, so it wasn't a lesson wasted, it was just a lesson not really worth reporting.
Second Lesson - Media
Okay, so this was one of those non-Media Media lessons. I started with Miss T telling me to put that thing I was doing on the Video Space, and then I left in search of the free-lesson peeps. They were in the Library, and Luke and Dallamore were hopelessly trying to design their hidden blade on ProDesktop. Bah. I pulled up a chair and did it for them, because I'm super awesome and multi-talented. The blade will work, but it definitely won't be hidden, and it definitely won't work in the way that they want it to. But hey, shit happens.
Third Lesson - Free
This was essentially the same as last lesson until the Maths lot finished their lesson. I grabbed my Luke and we found us a Joe, a Josh and a Jed to talk to until lunch. We talked until lunch about random things, and then lunch happened. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have enough money to buy Christmas dinner, so I had my crappy packed lunch instead. This sucked. However, I did get to try the Courtney-recommended pink cupcake, and as she rightly said, it was delicious. She said it had icing, but it was in fact butter-icing, and they put a whole thick layer on just to make it that much more delicious. I'm really hungry. I fancy a bit of cake now. Damn hunger.
Fourth Lesson - Teaching
I say teaching, but really all I wanted to do was say Merry Christmas to the kids. It started well, I walked in, said two words, but then suddenly they started asking for help. Damn! It was all right though. I helped where I could, and ignored the kids who were trying to get me to fix the work that they had completely fucked up themselves, like drilling a hole too big. It's not my job to fix their work. Anyway, after teaching my group for a few minutes, I went to wish Merry Christmas to last term's kids, and for ease we'll call them Courtney's group. They were doing textiles, making kites. None of those kites would ever work. They're just fabric in the shape of kites. After about ten minutes of talking to them, Miss Blenko (spell check) was all like "Are you helping or just distracting?" and I almost stuttered an answer, and then she was like "I think you're distracting. Please go back to Mrs Wright" and then I was forced to leave of my own accord. I know, that last statement was indeed ironic, but shush. Also during this period, Josh decided to come into my classroom and feed me. Normally I don't mind this, but this time he literally forced the Chewit into my mouth, with the intention of getting the kids to call me gay for it. He was amused, despite the fact that he was the giver, and giving is totally the gayest thing to do. In fact, I didn't willingly receive it, because I held out my hand for him to put the Chewit in, but he didn't listen and shoved it in my mouth without consent. That's called rape. Josh raped me. He raped me until my mouth was all filled with Chewit juice. Mmmm... Chewits.... I want a Chewit. Anyway, after I decided that it was high time I leave the kids, I went to find the others, with the intention of returning to fetch Josh once I had found them. I got a tip-off from a Welsh superhero that they were in Top Blue, and indeed they were in Top Blue. Becca beckoned (hah, alliteration) me to sit next to her, and thus I did. Ich loggte mich an, and then I fetched my Josh. We ended up back in Top Blue. The rest of the day kind of blurs, so I'll leave fourth lesson at that.
Fifth Lesson - Free
I mainly talked to Josh and Becca throughout this lesson, because everyone else was doing Chemistry. In fact, Josh became engrossed in his own Chemistry and my blog, so I was in fact mainly talking to Becca. That doesn't matter though, because Becca is a hilariously hilarious person. In fact, I think she may even rival me. Hmm. But anyway, this banter continued for a while, and soon it was time to grab our stuff for the end of the day.
I think that's that if I'm perfectly honest with you. I think today was a brilliant day if I say so myself. More brilliant days please :)
Ooh, tomorrow is the last day of term! I may have to blog again, since that is the tradition.
Ciao.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Good News!
Today was so crazy and fantastic and awful that I just had to blog today. The 'my day' blog will be with you tomorrow, so I'll just go on some nonsensical raving. Also, on the note of nonsensical ravings, Luke has started posting again and he's not a bad blogger. Read him. Read him like you have read me.
So, the topic of today is good news. The start of the day was just about the worst start of a day you could ever have ever. Like seriously. I woke up, had a wash, went back to bed and apparently fell asleep and slept through 45 minutes worth of alarms. How? Never-mind that, at 7:48 I fell out of bed, jumped into some clothes and rushed out the door. At 7:50, the bus is scheduled to get to the bus stop. I got to the bus stop at 7:56, but not after running across really wet grass, falling over and getting caked in mud. I may have caught the bus if my bag didn't split open. But I digress. This was the most disheartening part of the day. I went home, grabbed some money and went to the X4 bus stop. It was 8:09. The X4 is scheduled to arrive at 8:03. "Bollocks" I cursed loudly, and then waited another billion years to cross the busiest road on the face of the planet. I then tried to get the caked mud off my trousers while I could hear my Dad getting dressed. Luckily he took the day off work in order to fetch my brother from Uni, so I begged for a lift off him. This was at 8:22. I arrived at school at 8:35. That's bloody lucky, since lessons start at that exact time. So, with my trousers still partially coated with mud, I found a Harry and a Joshi. That was the bad start of the day, and couldn't shake the tiredness from the running and shouting, and the coughing that I was now experiencing, as if I had smoke a day's worth of cigarettes while I was running and shouting.
That's just about the worst thing that has ever happened to me on the journey to school. Well, apart from the time I got raped by the Happy Tree Friends, but at least that time I caught the bus on time. What's next?
Yeah, let's bring up the mood slightly. I have Walter forever! *Party pop* We got him back a few weeks ago, and he hasn't left and with my Dad saying "He stays here now", that was all the confirmation I needed. He's my dog now. I'll tell you what, he's recently taken the habit of thinking that my hands are acceptable to bite. While I have no qualms with this, since I can control him when his jaw locks on my thumb, it does get quite painful after a while. Still, I wouldn't have him any other way. Every time I walk through the door he bounds up to me, claws at my thigh and then I grab his paws and make him dance, or I get the underside of his chin and he wraps his paws around my arm as he tries to bite my hand. Awww. He's simply the best dog in the world. Ever. There is literally no argument. Seriously, when you put any dog on the top bunk and watch him flail about trying to somehow, someway find a way down, you can't help but just feel like there is nothing better in this world than Walter.
Right, moving on. What else can I talk about? Ooh, for all us lot in year 13, Courtney informed me that for the Christmas lunch we get little pink muffins and they are apparently delicious. I hope I have enough money for Christmas lunch, just for that. I trust Courtney's judgement. Her exact words were "They're goorrrrrrrrrgeous!" If that isn't an advertisement for muffins, I don't know what is. Apparently there were some guys breakdancing at the disco, and we've all missed out on that. They also apparently did it in Assembly, so we double missed out. God-damn it. Their disco was a million times better than any of ours, since the DJ actually gave them the microphone so they could do karaoke. Why weren't people this cool when we were in year 9? I'm so going to DJ next year, just so I can make it more awesome than anyone's ever seen ever.
I just heard my brother say, "Watch it, because they're underage." ... What the fuck? He wasn't like "Hey, watch out for them" it was genuinely said like "Watch them. Stare at them" and now I'm really freaked out. I'm sure I've taken it entirely out of context, but still, that's such a weird thing to say! Discuss.
Also today, I had a brilliant time with Luke and Dallamore during third after lunch. We essentially just stood above the Christmas market and watched all the people in their funny costumes trying to advertise. We were standing there for a good twenty minutes, and not once did they try and sell anything to us. That's just poor.
Anyway, that's all the hilarity and good news I have for one day. Catch you tomorrow.
Bye!
So, the topic of today is good news. The start of the day was just about the worst start of a day you could ever have ever. Like seriously. I woke up, had a wash, went back to bed and apparently fell asleep and slept through 45 minutes worth of alarms. How? Never-mind that, at 7:48 I fell out of bed, jumped into some clothes and rushed out the door. At 7:50, the bus is scheduled to get to the bus stop. I got to the bus stop at 7:56, but not after running across really wet grass, falling over and getting caked in mud. I may have caught the bus if my bag didn't split open. But I digress. This was the most disheartening part of the day. I went home, grabbed some money and went to the X4 bus stop. It was 8:09. The X4 is scheduled to arrive at 8:03. "Bollocks" I cursed loudly, and then waited another billion years to cross the busiest road on the face of the planet. I then tried to get the caked mud off my trousers while I could hear my Dad getting dressed. Luckily he took the day off work in order to fetch my brother from Uni, so I begged for a lift off him. This was at 8:22. I arrived at school at 8:35. That's bloody lucky, since lessons start at that exact time. So, with my trousers still partially coated with mud, I found a Harry and a Joshi. That was the bad start of the day, and couldn't shake the tiredness from the running and shouting, and the coughing that I was now experiencing, as if I had smoke a day's worth of cigarettes while I was running and shouting.
That's just about the worst thing that has ever happened to me on the journey to school. Well, apart from the time I got raped by the Happy Tree Friends, but at least that time I caught the bus on time. What's next?
Yeah, let's bring up the mood slightly. I have Walter forever! *Party pop* We got him back a few weeks ago, and he hasn't left and with my Dad saying "He stays here now", that was all the confirmation I needed. He's my dog now. I'll tell you what, he's recently taken the habit of thinking that my hands are acceptable to bite. While I have no qualms with this, since I can control him when his jaw locks on my thumb, it does get quite painful after a while. Still, I wouldn't have him any other way. Every time I walk through the door he bounds up to me, claws at my thigh and then I grab his paws and make him dance, or I get the underside of his chin and he wraps his paws around my arm as he tries to bite my hand. Awww. He's simply the best dog in the world. Ever. There is literally no argument. Seriously, when you put any dog on the top bunk and watch him flail about trying to somehow, someway find a way down, you can't help but just feel like there is nothing better in this world than Walter.
Right, moving on. What else can I talk about? Ooh, for all us lot in year 13, Courtney informed me that for the Christmas lunch we get little pink muffins and they are apparently delicious. I hope I have enough money for Christmas lunch, just for that. I trust Courtney's judgement. Her exact words were "They're goorrrrrrrrrgeous!" If that isn't an advertisement for muffins, I don't know what is. Apparently there were some guys breakdancing at the disco, and we've all missed out on that. They also apparently did it in Assembly, so we double missed out. God-damn it. Their disco was a million times better than any of ours, since the DJ actually gave them the microphone so they could do karaoke. Why weren't people this cool when we were in year 9? I'm so going to DJ next year, just so I can make it more awesome than anyone's ever seen ever.
I just heard my brother say, "Watch it, because they're underage." ... What the fuck? He wasn't like "Hey, watch out for them" it was genuinely said like "Watch them. Stare at them" and now I'm really freaked out. I'm sure I've taken it entirely out of context, but still, that's such a weird thing to say! Discuss.
Also today, I had a brilliant time with Luke and Dallamore during third after lunch. We essentially just stood above the Christmas market and watched all the people in their funny costumes trying to advertise. We were standing there for a good twenty minutes, and not once did they try and sell anything to us. That's just poor.
Anyway, that's all the hilarity and good news I have for one day. Catch you tomorrow.
Bye!
Monday, 13 December 2010
De Montfort University is Stalking Me
Okay, so a few weeks ago I applied for University places at De Montfort in Leicester, Teesside, Birmingham City and Nottingham Trent, and subsequently I have received fairly brilliant offers from all of them. Birmingham was the first to react, blandly stating that I needed 300 UCAS points, but 120 of those needed to be in Media. This was pretty much the same across the board. However, about 12 days after I had released my application, De Montfort sent me a letter saying that they had received my application and they would be in touch soon. "Brilliant," I thought, "they're the last Uni I need to hear from." I did not know what I had gotten myself into.
Obviously, DMU gave me the best offer of all time, which was an astoundingly low 260 UCAS points with the condition that I needed to get a B in Media. That, my friends, is lower than what I'm aiming for. In fact, in the prospectus, it said that the number of points needed would be 270, and the head of Media at DMU actually stated that the get-in points would definitely be higher than that. This is where suspicions began.
Today I received a giant package from DMU with a 500-word(ish) letter saying that I had been accepted, and that they now hope I accept their offer in return. That may sound pretty normal. No other Uni has done this for me, let alone sending me the Humanities prospectus and two pamphlets that basically screamed at me to come to their wonderful Leicester-based Uni.
Other people have had interviews with their universities and they had a great chat with the subject teachers about the course they want to take. This is the Uni wanting to get to know the student better. I tried to reassure myself that, because they hadn't asked for an interview, DMU weren't actually stalking me and that I'm fine. However, I then came to the conclusion that De Montfort were actually too nervous to meet me face-to-face, just in case I didn't like them and turned them down. I'm certain you've all had someone nervously call you and hang up inadvertently. So instead they're sending me all of these letters and pamphlets and colourful prospectuses so that I'm convinced to go.
And you know what? I think De Montfort has been telling their friends about me. Despite the fact that I've already sent off my UCAS application, and gotten all but one (ironically a second one from DMU) of my offers back, Regent's College (London School of Film, Media and Performance) sent me a letter and a prospectus saying that they want me. This is clearly done out of envy, because Regent's were all like "No way, you couldn't get a score like that" and so they're now trying to win me over. Unfortunately it's too late for Regent's.
You know what? I'm actually scared of what De Montfort will do if I don't go to their university. At first I'll get a letter like, "Whoops, you seem to have accidentally declined our offer," and then it will escalate to, "Are you serious? You actually declined our offer?" and then, "But I thought that we had something special?" then, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" and finally De Montfort will go insane and start destroying all the other universities and then I'll turn to De Montfort and be like, "Hey, don't be like that. It's not you, it's me." DMU will turn around at that point and stab me in the chest with a flag pole screaming, "IF WE CAN'T HAVE YOU; NO ONE CAN!!!!!"
And that's how I'm going to die.
But seriously now, I do actually love De Montfort and while their efforts do seem a little clingy, I'm sure we'll have a happy relationship in the future. Awwww.
EDIT: I just realised that I personified De Montfort and made it seem like I'm going to somehow have a relationship with the entire university. That would be very expensive, and I'm not exactly a rich guy. I am definitely going there though, because I will definitely get the grades I need in order to go, and it's only in Leicester, so the journey from my Real Family won't be that long. In fact, I may even be with my Real Family if Becca goes to Leicester. Fingers to the crossed.
Peter out.
EDIT: I find it funny that I wrote Peter out, because that means fade away into nothing. Imagine me fading away into nothing when I write that. But don't worry, petering out is not a permanent thing; I'll be back on Wednesday, I promise.
Obviously, DMU gave me the best offer of all time, which was an astoundingly low 260 UCAS points with the condition that I needed to get a B in Media. That, my friends, is lower than what I'm aiming for. In fact, in the prospectus, it said that the number of points needed would be 270, and the head of Media at DMU actually stated that the get-in points would definitely be higher than that. This is where suspicions began.
Today I received a giant package from DMU with a 500-word(ish) letter saying that I had been accepted, and that they now hope I accept their offer in return. That may sound pretty normal. No other Uni has done this for me, let alone sending me the Humanities prospectus and two pamphlets that basically screamed at me to come to their wonderful Leicester-based Uni.
Other people have had interviews with their universities and they had a great chat with the subject teachers about the course they want to take. This is the Uni wanting to get to know the student better. I tried to reassure myself that, because they hadn't asked for an interview, DMU weren't actually stalking me and that I'm fine. However, I then came to the conclusion that De Montfort were actually too nervous to meet me face-to-face, just in case I didn't like them and turned them down. I'm certain you've all had someone nervously call you and hang up inadvertently. So instead they're sending me all of these letters and pamphlets and colourful prospectuses so that I'm convinced to go.
And you know what? I think De Montfort has been telling their friends about me. Despite the fact that I've already sent off my UCAS application, and gotten all but one (ironically a second one from DMU) of my offers back, Regent's College (London School of Film, Media and Performance) sent me a letter and a prospectus saying that they want me. This is clearly done out of envy, because Regent's were all like "No way, you couldn't get a score like that" and so they're now trying to win me over. Unfortunately it's too late for Regent's.
You know what? I'm actually scared of what De Montfort will do if I don't go to their university. At first I'll get a letter like, "Whoops, you seem to have accidentally declined our offer," and then it will escalate to, "Are you serious? You actually declined our offer?" and then, "But I thought that we had something special?" then, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" and finally De Montfort will go insane and start destroying all the other universities and then I'll turn to De Montfort and be like, "Hey, don't be like that. It's not you, it's me." DMU will turn around at that point and stab me in the chest with a flag pole screaming, "IF WE CAN'T HAVE YOU; NO ONE CAN!!!!!"
And that's how I'm going to die.
But seriously now, I do actually love De Montfort and while their efforts do seem a little clingy, I'm sure we'll have a happy relationship in the future. Awwww.
EDIT: I just realised that I personified De Montfort and made it seem like I'm going to somehow have a relationship with the entire university. That would be very expensive, and I'm not exactly a rich guy. I am definitely going there though, because I will definitely get the grades I need in order to go, and it's only in Leicester, so the journey from my Real Family won't be that long. In fact, I may even be with my Real Family if Becca goes to Leicester. Fingers to the crossed.
Peter out.
EDIT: I find it funny that I wrote Peter out, because that means fade away into nothing. Imagine me fading away into nothing when I write that. But don't worry, petering out is not a permanent thing; I'll be back on Wednesday, I promise.
Friday, 10 December 2010
I'm Waiting for my Xbox to Work
Hey, I need to do something, and I found this on Sophia's blog and I decided that time killed is time not wasted.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Peter
2. Pete
3. Hutch
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
1. Peter Hutch
2. Peter H
3. Peter Umm, yes, I'm very simple with my name.
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
1. Watched the end of the episode of Smallville I was watching
2. Eat dinner
3. [redacted] of course I'm joking. I haven't done that in ages.
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I'm the Messiah
2. I'm the most awesomely hilarious person on the face of the planet.
3. My modesty Irony FTW.
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My former life
2. My apparent super-form of anger that actually goes above the limit for anger that that test had
3. The way I put myself down
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
1.Kettering Cork I have already worked out that I'm adopted so of course I don't come from Kettering.
2.Wolverhampton Cairo Again, same reasoning.
3. Krypton The Messiah has to get his superpowers from somewhere.
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Staying like this weedy little piece of shit that I am
2. The magic talking leopard when he's drunk
3. God "I must ask you MrWayne Hutch, why bats Christ?" "Because that's what I'm afraid of."
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. My seeing eyes.
2.
3.
No, of course I'm not naked. But did you see your face?
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Food.
2. Water.
3. Warmth. They're pretty much essential all the time.
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
1. My Messiah-Suite
2. My Messiah-a-rang
3. My Messiah-laptop computing device
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Kaiser Chiefs
2. Journey Just the one song mind. I think you know what it is.
3. Foo Fighters
THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
1. Love
2. Respect
3. Loads of kick-ass friends
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. DO-ON'T STOP, BELIIIEEEVIN' Oh-ooh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
2. Ghost Busters!
3. Black betty
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Make loads of money becoming an internet porn star As if there's any other kind
2. Begin to learn how to drive
3. Make something super awesome.
THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:
1. Deciding that saving the damsel in distress from Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein from his castle in the land of Morditch was really not worth crossing the hugely dangerous world of Corkwood and the interweaving webs of the internet.
2. Being an arsehole
3. Not becoming the genuinely awesome person that I am now sooner
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. A relationship
2. Someone like me, who will find my awesomeness awesome
3. A good cook
THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE WORLD:
1. Cliché Life Stuff It's officially the best thing in the world
2. I've given the world a second chance
3. The second coming
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I am the Messiah
2. I was adopted, because I'm the Messiah and I wasn't born of this world
3. Both of my big toes are called Jimmy and it often gets horribly confusing when I'm only trying to talk to one of them
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Eyes
2. Lips
3. Shape
THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Ability to always have a conversation Because I'm not very good at conversation starters
2. Uhh, the fact that they like me
3. Humour
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Sustain a relationship Scratch that, BE IN a relationship
2. Magic out of a can
3. Lie
THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:
1. Take a freaking guess "Can't miss what you can't remember" fuck that statement
2. Simplicity
3. My childhood was awful, so there really isn't anything else
THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:
1. A new necklace so that my chest doesn't feel so naked I suppose a bra could do that too.
2. Walter, but forever
3. A family
THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:
1. Crap childhood
2. Cliché Life Stuff
3. You guys
THREE OF YOU YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
1. Writing
2. Being awesome
3. Spontaneous thinks about stuff
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. [redacted] Okay, it's not funny a second time. In fact, it's quite disgusting.
2. A poo, come to think about it
3. Learn telekinesis and save everyone's lives. It'd make the whole defeating Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein thing a lot easier.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Author/script writer I guess I already am a script writer
2. Director
3. Teacher
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:
1. My home planet
2. California
3. Peru
THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:
1. Charmander
2. Pikachu
3. Squirtle I used to love Pokémon. In fact, I still do
THREE BOYS' NAMES:
1. Oliver
2. Peter
3. James Yup, I just copied Sophia's
THREE GIRLS' NAMES:
1. Vesper
2. Jane
3. Alectra And again.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Defeat Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein That's a given really
2. Make Zombie Plan The entire movie, not just the trailer
3. Climb up to Machu Pichu I really missed out when I didn't go to Peru. I got to go to the Prom instead. The Prom sucked.
Okay, so I did take it as a bit of a joke, but if you got a laugh out it, so did I.
I'll bring you the more regular, awesome stuff soon.
Pete out.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Peter
2. Pete
3. Hutch
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
1. Peter Hutch
2. Peter H
3. Peter Umm, yes, I'm very simple with my name.
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
1. Watched the end of the episode of Smallville I was watching
2. Eat dinner
3. [redacted] of course I'm joking. I haven't done that in ages.
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I'm the Messiah
2. I'm the most awesomely hilarious person on the face of the planet.
3. My modesty Irony FTW.
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My former life
2. My apparent super-form of anger that actually goes above the limit for anger that that test had
3. The way I put myself down
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
1.
2.
3. Krypton The Messiah has to get his superpowers from somewhere.
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Staying like this weedy little piece of shit that I am
2. The magic talking leopard when he's drunk
3. God "I must ask you Mr
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. My seeing eyes.
2.
3.
No, of course I'm not naked. But did you see your face?
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Food.
2. Water.
3. Warmth. They're pretty much essential all the time.
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
1. My Messiah-Suite
2. My Messiah-a-rang
3. My Messiah-laptop computing device
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Kaiser Chiefs
2. Journey Just the one song mind. I think you know what it is.
3. Foo Fighters
THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
1. Love
2. Respect
3. Loads of kick-ass friends
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. DO-ON'T STOP, BELIIIEEEVIN' Oh-ooh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
2. Ghost Busters!
3. Black betty
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Make loads of money becoming an internet porn star As if there's any other kind
2. Begin to learn how to drive
3. Make something super awesome.
THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:
1. Deciding that saving the damsel in distress from Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein from his castle in the land of Morditch was really not worth crossing the hugely dangerous world of Corkwood and the interweaving webs of the internet.
2. Being an arsehole
3. Not becoming the genuinely awesome person that I am now sooner
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. A relationship
2. Someone like me, who will find my awesomeness awesome
3. A good cook
THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE WORLD:
1. Cliché Life Stuff It's officially the best thing in the world
2. I've given the world a second chance
3. The second coming
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I am the Messiah
2. I was adopted, because I'm the Messiah and I wasn't born of this world
3. Both of my big toes are called Jimmy and it often gets horribly confusing when I'm only trying to talk to one of them
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Eyes
2. Lips
3. Shape
THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Ability to always have a conversation Because I'm not very good at conversation starters
2. Uhh, the fact that they like me
3. Humour
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Sustain a relationship Scratch that, BE IN a relationship
2. Magic out of a can
3. Lie
THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:
1. Take a freaking guess "Can't miss what you can't remember" fuck that statement
2. Simplicity
3. My childhood was awful, so there really isn't anything else
THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:
1. A new necklace so that my chest doesn't feel so naked I suppose a bra could do that too.
2. Walter, but forever
3. A family
THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:
1. Crap childhood
2. Cliché Life Stuff
3. You guys
THREE OF YOU YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
1. Writing
2. Being awesome
3. Spontaneous thinks about stuff
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. [redacted] Okay, it's not funny a second time. In fact, it's quite disgusting.
2. A poo, come to think about it
3. Learn telekinesis and save everyone's lives. It'd make the whole defeating Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein thing a lot easier.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Author/script writer I guess I already am a script writer
2. Director
3. Teacher
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:
1. My home planet
2. California
3. Peru
THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:
1. Charmander
2. Pikachu
3. Squirtle I used to love Pokémon. In fact, I still do
THREE BOYS' NAMES:
1. Oliver
2. Peter
3. James Yup, I just copied Sophia's
THREE GIRLS' NAMES:
1. Vesper
2. Jane
3. Alectra And again.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Defeat Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein That's a given really
2. Make Zombie Plan The entire movie, not just the trailer
3. Climb up to Machu Pichu I really missed out when I didn't go to Peru. I got to go to the Prom instead. The Prom sucked.
Okay, so I did take it as a bit of a joke, but if you got a laugh out it, so did I.
I'll bring you the more regular, awesome stuff soon.
Pete out.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Tropical Tuesday
It would actually be nice if it was tropical in any way, but it wasn't.
First Lesson - Free
In a bid to please Mrs Ainscow for the first time since forever, I decided to get a lot of work done for DT. Needless to say, getting a lot of work done in ProDesktop is actually like trying to convince a lion to eat the delicious salad you prepared for him rather than the gazelle at the other end of the table. I am actually quite literally at the same place I was on Friday, but now everything is fixed. Yay.
Second Lesson - DT
This lesson Mrs Ainscow was being stalked by a teacher from a less-than-well-off school that is totally worse than ours, and she was just watching her to see how Mrs Ainscow talked. After Mrs A had finished bitching at us, she made out to this strange woman that we know that she formally marks our work every other week, along with several other blatant lies compiled to make her, as a teacher, look good in front of this poor, pathetic nobody.
Assembly
I'll tell you bloody what, this was the worst constructed assembly I've ever seen. "Here's a pathetic attempt at making an amusing video that shows students working 'hard' at making whatever the fuck they're making for the Christmas market. Enjoy, cocksuckers." Of course that was completely paraphrased, but I knew that's what that woman who apparently teaches Citizenship (essentially PHSE) actually meant. Anyway, the real reason for me putting in the Assembly slot is because Josh H is a tit. Never have I seen anyone manage to topple backwards over these seats, but this is Josh. He was lightly dancing to the crappy music that was on the video, and he seemed to not realise that he's not as short as he once was, since his knees gave way and he totally toppled backwards over the seating and into the row below. He was completely stuck and needed I and [insert forgotten party member here] to help him up. It was hilarious. Everyone was laughing at him. Hahahahahahaha. Here's a safety warning, kids, when your knees finally just creep over the top of the back for the tiered seating, stop bouncing against them. You may hurt yourself and you will be incredibly embarrassed.
Third Lesson - Free
In a bid to forget about DT for a while, I wrote some Zero-G while hanging out with the D of the allamore variety. He's a pretty cool guy. I seem to remember that he, since forever, has found all of my jokes extremely hilarious, and this makes him a good person. I like good people. Good people like me. It's a nice world for us good people. Also, Josh round-house kicked a locker door shut and split his trousers during lunch. Hahahahahahahaha. Also during lunch though, Josh and Joe were calling me a paedophile, which really ticks me off since I don't actually insult them at all. Yes, I call Joe a Jew, but that's him and part of who he is. I'm not a paedophile and it's bloody annoying when the kids do it, but even more annoying when they do it. That's just taking something I enjoy doing and demoralising it completely and making me feel bad for wanting to help kids grow up to not be awful people. It's ridiculous. I'm nothing but nice and friendly to them. I also don't give two shits that it's a joke, because it's not.
Fourth Lesson - Media
I actually did some form of Media this lesson, since Miss T had that same stalker that Mrs Ainscow had, and as such Miss T actually needed to teach us something. She essentially got us to think about what an evaluation actually is, and that's a pretty hard question to answer. So is creativity. What the hell is creativity? Exactly, difficult, isn't it? This is what we'll have to do in the exam. Evaluate our creativity and other stuff. She then set us the task of filming an Interview with the Director. That sounds pretty cool, to be honest. It also gives me something to do in Media.
Fifth Lesson - Free
It's hard to recall what actually happened this lesson. I remember us talking for ages about what present Becca should get for [redacted] and in then Jess went on a [redacted] website so that we could look at [redacted]s and make a decision from there. It's a fairly good idea though, and I definitely wouldn't mind something to replace my Peruvian necklace, not that that has anything to do with what I was talking about, of course. I'm just saying, hint-hint, Thomas Hoier. After that, Dukey and Josh were trying to, once again, figure out how big the Ark would actually need to be to hold all of the animals. This aggravates me. Joe also insulted Media again, and I was aggravated. Harry, the little chubby blonde kid, also aggravated me, and I was about to lose it, but Josh Quach was all like "calm down". I then seemed to calm down somewhat after a few minutes, triggered for some reason by something Jess said to Becca, but I don't recall. I think I may have made a joke, but that's just natural. I think this lesson has proven that, while I've calmed down a lot over the last year or so, I'm actually still a really, incredibly angry person. Like super angry. Angrier than a honey badger with syphilis. What? He was just doing his thing, biting a few buffalo genitalia, and he just forgot about the slutty buffalo called Cheryl, and then he got syphilis. Damn.
Well, that was today. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. Actually, I think today might be tomorrow. Tomorrow might be yesterday though. Yesterday is definitely in a week though, especially since next week's turn is Wednesday. That made so much sense it's unbelievable.
Good night.
First Lesson - Free
In a bid to please Mrs Ainscow for the first time since forever, I decided to get a lot of work done for DT. Needless to say, getting a lot of work done in ProDesktop is actually like trying to convince a lion to eat the delicious salad you prepared for him rather than the gazelle at the other end of the table. I am actually quite literally at the same place I was on Friday, but now everything is fixed. Yay.
Second Lesson - DT
This lesson Mrs Ainscow was being stalked by a teacher from a less-than-well-off school that is totally worse than ours, and she was just watching her to see how Mrs Ainscow talked. After Mrs A had finished bitching at us, she made out to this strange woman that we know that she formally marks our work every other week, along with several other blatant lies compiled to make her, as a teacher, look good in front of this poor, pathetic nobody.
Assembly
I'll tell you bloody what, this was the worst constructed assembly I've ever seen. "Here's a pathetic attempt at making an amusing video that shows students working 'hard' at making whatever the fuck they're making for the Christmas market. Enjoy, cocksuckers." Of course that was completely paraphrased, but I knew that's what that woman who apparently teaches Citizenship (essentially PHSE) actually meant. Anyway, the real reason for me putting in the Assembly slot is because Josh H is a tit. Never have I seen anyone manage to topple backwards over these seats, but this is Josh. He was lightly dancing to the crappy music that was on the video, and he seemed to not realise that he's not as short as he once was, since his knees gave way and he totally toppled backwards over the seating and into the row below. He was completely stuck and needed I and [insert forgotten party member here] to help him up. It was hilarious. Everyone was laughing at him. Hahahahahahaha. Here's a safety warning, kids, when your knees finally just creep over the top of the back for the tiered seating, stop bouncing against them. You may hurt yourself and you will be incredibly embarrassed.
Third Lesson - Free
In a bid to forget about DT for a while, I wrote some Zero-G while hanging out with the D of the allamore variety. He's a pretty cool guy. I seem to remember that he, since forever, has found all of my jokes extremely hilarious, and this makes him a good person. I like good people. Good people like me. It's a nice world for us good people. Also, Josh round-house kicked a locker door shut and split his trousers during lunch. Hahahahahahahaha. Also during lunch though, Josh and Joe were calling me a paedophile, which really ticks me off since I don't actually insult them at all. Yes, I call Joe a Jew, but that's him and part of who he is. I'm not a paedophile and it's bloody annoying when the kids do it, but even more annoying when they do it. That's just taking something I enjoy doing and demoralising it completely and making me feel bad for wanting to help kids grow up to not be awful people. It's ridiculous. I'm nothing but nice and friendly to them. I also don't give two shits that it's a joke, because it's not.
Fourth Lesson - Media
I actually did some form of Media this lesson, since Miss T had that same stalker that Mrs Ainscow had, and as such Miss T actually needed to teach us something. She essentially got us to think about what an evaluation actually is, and that's a pretty hard question to answer. So is creativity. What the hell is creativity? Exactly, difficult, isn't it? This is what we'll have to do in the exam. Evaluate our creativity and other stuff. She then set us the task of filming an Interview with the Director. That sounds pretty cool, to be honest. It also gives me something to do in Media.
Fifth Lesson - Free
It's hard to recall what actually happened this lesson. I remember us talking for ages about what present Becca should get for [redacted] and in then Jess went on a [redacted] website so that we could look at [redacted]s and make a decision from there. It's a fairly good idea though, and I definitely wouldn't mind something to replace my Peruvian necklace, not that that has anything to do with what I was talking about, of course. I'm just saying, hint-hint, Thomas Hoier. After that, Dukey and Josh were trying to, once again, figure out how big the Ark would actually need to be to hold all of the animals. This aggravates me. Joe also insulted Media again, and I was aggravated. Harry, the little chubby blonde kid, also aggravated me, and I was about to lose it, but Josh Quach was all like "calm down". I then seemed to calm down somewhat after a few minutes, triggered for some reason by something Jess said to Becca, but I don't recall. I think I may have made a joke, but that's just natural. I think this lesson has proven that, while I've calmed down a lot over the last year or so, I'm actually still a really, incredibly angry person. Like super angry. Angrier than a honey badger with syphilis. What? He was just doing his thing, biting a few buffalo genitalia, and he just forgot about the slutty buffalo called Cheryl, and then he got syphilis. Damn.
Well, that was today. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. Actually, I think today might be tomorrow. Tomorrow might be yesterday though. Yesterday is definitely in a week though, especially since next week's turn is Wednesday. That made so much sense it's unbelievable.
Good night.
Monday, 6 December 2010
The Apocalypse
As many of you may know, one day the sky will darken, the Four Horseman will burn the planes and kill everyone and the apocalypse will definitely be upon us. This may happen in one of a few ways:
The Four Horsemen
As explained above, the Four Horsemen will destroy absolutely everything in their path as they exact revenge for whatever the fuck we did to them. Perhaps we can work it out together.
War: Pretty obvious really. He's getting pissed off at all of our pansy little skirmishes such as The Great War and The Great War 2: Rise of the Toothbrush Moustache and of course the War on Terror. This guy and his horse will show us what a real war is all about, and that'll totally fuck us up. This dude's going to kill us through the means of inflicting a stupidly huge-scale war on us.
Famine: Pissed off because he too finds it unbearable that there are poor little third-world kids that are starving and dying because we, as the designated "Rich North", have literally mountains of spare food, and have the ability to open fast-food chains that kill their animals all because we have this insatiable need to make absolutely certain that we definitely have enough food for everyone times ten, just in case there are a few fatties out there claiming that stealing their eleventh slice of pie away from them is against their obese-human rights. Famine will simply starve us all to death.
Conquest: I honestly thought that Conquest and War were the same thing, but I am definitely wrong there. Conquest is (I think) what you gain from war, which would be a victory through means of violence. In any case, he's totally going to rape all of us (a colloquial form of conquest is a person with whom one has had sex, so there you go) or set out to go Viking on our asses (which includes rape).
Death: Honestly, he's pretty much the epitome of the Apocalypse. Occasionally he's called pestilence, because I think a few Christians were all like "Nah, Death is such a boring name." You may know him, however, as the Grim Reaper with his Scythe. He's followed around by Hades, and therefore Hell is not far behind him. So, when the Four Horsemen do come, it'll be this guy that finishes everyone off who isn't already dead. This is also the guy who's responsible for all deaths ever. Damn him.
Zombies
This one is very simple indeed. Basically, there's going to be this virus in China, and they're going to cover it up by calling it 'human rabies' (which, by the way, there already are cases of in China) and soon after these doctors are going to be called into a hospital where a little girl is dying. They'll do everything they can to save her, but then she'll die. BOOM. She wakes up again and bites the doctor's head off, and then after a huge feast, loads of the nurses that had enough body parts to die and reanimate as a zombie did so. From that point on, we're fucked.
Many people believe that we'll be fine in a zombie apocalypse, because we have all this awesome technology and guns that can shoot the face off of someone a billion miles away. This will all we useless once small outbreak turns into epidemic. We've all played games where getting a huge machine gun and a shotgun means that you'll instantly be okay, but zombies can only be killed if you destroy the brain. That means that everything from grenades to SMGs is completely useless. That's just something to think about while you prepare your zombie kit. The only real way to survive a zombie apocalypse is if you put yourself up in a heavily defended castle.
The Rapture
I and Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein are going to have a huge fight at some point in the future. To mark the occasion where he finally pisses me off to the point where I'm all like "That's it, Seven Years of War, right now!" I am going to Rapture all of the pure souls from this Earth. This will involve stripping you all down to either tit or bollock-naked and sending you up into the heavens. Everyone who is left will have to choose a side. Either I, the Messiah, or Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein, the Antichrist. (FYI, some say that Conquest was the Antichrist, but some others say that he's the Messiah. I'm allergic to horses, so therefore Dukey must be Conquest, thus solving the two-thousand year argument.)
But how would you possibly know which religion is the correct one? I honestly can't tell you this, and I'll most likely tell you on the day. I may go for Scientology, just to piss Josh Hilton off. Because imagine if that religion was correct? I mean, seriously, the day Scientology is correct is the day that the Rapture comes. Oh... hold on a minute. I recommend you all convert to Scientology.
So yeah, after I get pissed off at Dukey, he'll call War down from the burning planes and shit will go down. I may do a deal with the devil and set Famine on him, just because when I'm being fucked with, any and all means of redemption are absolutely fine. The real clincher will be who can convince Death to take the soul of the other one after seven years of using up all our other horse-death-lines (do you see what I did there?). The events after the Seven Years of War are completely determined by whoever wins the battle. Either way, all the good people will be in heaven and the entirety of the human race who isn't Gandhi (sounds like I've chosen the religion) will be doomed to live on this shitty planet.
A Huge-Ass Meteor
Well, there are the eventualities for you. But who knows how we'll die? I certainly don't. Discuss it amongst yourselves.
The Four Horsemen
As explained above, the Four Horsemen will destroy absolutely everything in their path as they exact revenge for whatever the fuck we did to them. Perhaps we can work it out together.
War: Pretty obvious really. He's getting pissed off at all of our pansy little skirmishes such as The Great War and The Great War 2: Rise of the Toothbrush Moustache and of course the War on Terror. This guy and his horse will show us what a real war is all about, and that'll totally fuck us up. This dude's going to kill us through the means of inflicting a stupidly huge-scale war on us.
Famine: Pissed off because he too finds it unbearable that there are poor little third-world kids that are starving and dying because we, as the designated "Rich North", have literally mountains of spare food, and have the ability to open fast-food chains that kill their animals all because we have this insatiable need to make absolutely certain that we definitely have enough food for everyone times ten, just in case there are a few fatties out there claiming that stealing their eleventh slice of pie away from them is against their obese-human rights. Famine will simply starve us all to death.
Conquest: I honestly thought that Conquest and War were the same thing, but I am definitely wrong there. Conquest is (I think) what you gain from war, which would be a victory through means of violence. In any case, he's totally going to rape all of us (a colloquial form of conquest is a person with whom one has had sex, so there you go) or set out to go Viking on our asses (which includes rape).
Death: Honestly, he's pretty much the epitome of the Apocalypse. Occasionally he's called pestilence, because I think a few Christians were all like "Nah, Death is such a boring name." You may know him, however, as the Grim Reaper with his Scythe. He's followed around by Hades, and therefore Hell is not far behind him. So, when the Four Horsemen do come, it'll be this guy that finishes everyone off who isn't already dead. This is also the guy who's responsible for all deaths ever. Damn him.
Zombies
This one is very simple indeed. Basically, there's going to be this virus in China, and they're going to cover it up by calling it 'human rabies' (which, by the way, there already are cases of in China) and soon after these doctors are going to be called into a hospital where a little girl is dying. They'll do everything they can to save her, but then she'll die. BOOM. She wakes up again and bites the doctor's head off, and then after a huge feast, loads of the nurses that had enough body parts to die and reanimate as a zombie did so. From that point on, we're fucked.
Many people believe that we'll be fine in a zombie apocalypse, because we have all this awesome technology and guns that can shoot the face off of someone a billion miles away. This will all we useless once small outbreak turns into epidemic. We've all played games where getting a huge machine gun and a shotgun means that you'll instantly be okay, but zombies can only be killed if you destroy the brain. That means that everything from grenades to SMGs is completely useless. That's just something to think about while you prepare your zombie kit. The only real way to survive a zombie apocalypse is if you put yourself up in a heavily defended castle.
The Rapture
I and Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein are going to have a huge fight at some point in the future. To mark the occasion where he finally pisses me off to the point where I'm all like "That's it, Seven Years of War, right now!" I am going to Rapture all of the pure souls from this Earth. This will involve stripping you all down to either tit or bollock-naked and sending you up into the heavens. Everyone who is left will have to choose a side. Either I, the Messiah, or Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein, the Antichrist. (FYI, some say that Conquest was the Antichrist, but some others say that he's the Messiah. I'm allergic to horses, so therefore Dukey must be Conquest, thus solving the two-thousand year argument.)
But how would you possibly know which religion is the correct one? I honestly can't tell you this, and I'll most likely tell you on the day. I may go for Scientology, just to piss Josh Hilton off. Because imagine if that religion was correct? I mean, seriously, the day Scientology is correct is the day that the Rapture comes. Oh... hold on a minute. I recommend you all convert to Scientology.
So yeah, after I get pissed off at Dukey, he'll call War down from the burning planes and shit will go down. I may do a deal with the devil and set Famine on him, just because when I'm being fucked with, any and all means of redemption are absolutely fine. The real clincher will be who can convince Death to take the soul of the other one after seven years of using up all our other horse-death-lines (do you see what I did there?). The events after the Seven Years of War are completely determined by whoever wins the battle. Either way, all the good people will be in heaven and the entirety of the human race who isn't Gandhi (sounds like I've chosen the religion) will be doomed to live on this shitty planet.
A Huge-Ass Meteor
BOOM!!
Well, there are the eventualities for you. But who knows how we'll die? I certainly don't. Discuss it amongst yourselves.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
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.
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.
Monday, 29 November 2010
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 tohelp 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!
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.
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
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.
Friday, 26 November 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
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.
EDIT: I found a solution. Having Walter back was a real advantage to me.
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.
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.
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