Steph Actually Has An Idea!

For the second blog of today, I actually have an idea! I'm going to look at the titles of all of April's blogs, and write whatever comes to mind when I first read it. I thought it might be quite fun.

"Blog Every Day in April", Half Term, and Books - Such a long time ago!
I can't resist a challenge, okay?! - Some things never change.
Google Fail - Haha! I remember that!
Sherlock Holmes: Film Review - Wow. That was a great movie.
Home For Christmas: A Short Story - Still proud of that! Squee.
My Childhood: Part One - Headdesk.
Dribble Drabble - I need to get an idea for todays ...
My Childhood; Part Three - Headdesk.
Star Whales are Pwetty -They are, indeed, quite cute
We'll run away together, spend some time forever - WEEZERRR!!!
So forgive me, my darling, we all have impossible dreams - ALEX DAY!!!
My Muse Has Gone on Holiday - The cheek of her!
Tooth Fairy, I've Got One For You! - Oh, there's a surprise.
Maybe I'll wake up for once - I do like my lay-ins.
How old are YOU? - Thirteen, last time I checked.
Britain's Got Talent - I know it does. I'm in it. XD
Tardis bang bang, Daleks BOOM! - Haha. Good episode.
I Got Me Some Tardis Self-Destruct Buttons - I want to get me some more of those.
An Insight to Offline Happenings - God, that sounds boring.
Imma Be a Busy Bumble Be - Imma Imma Imma Be.
He had a one-hand feel on the steering wheel... - *groan* I just got that song out of my head.
Awful TV Shows - There's a lot of those.
Not if you're going on a bear hunt! - Haha. Gotta love those inside jokes.
Goldie's Back! - Hand me a Rememberall.
Why is YOUR day awesome? - Because the fiveawesomegirls are, well, awesome.
Aichmophobia - Evil needles.
Together we'll discuss HTML and C++ - Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer.
Sadly, he has much to learn - Selfish brat.
You're in a jammy situation - That was a really crappy pun.

So, that wasn't fun at all, but oh well. Happy April 30th, people! BEDA you next year, me thinks.

You're in a jammy situation.

So, here we are, the last day of April. I'm going to making two blogs today, the second one will come in a couple of hours, so that I have 30 blogs throughout April, so it's like those first few days before I decided to do BEDA will count. It's going to be so weird, not having to blog everyday. I've enjoyed BEDA, even though I complained about being too tired or museless to post a decent blog. But, heyho, at least I've managed to post an actual blog everyday since I decided to do BEDA. I've said BEDA way too much these past few sentences, but oh well, let's just go with it.

That's not the only thing that's going to be weird, though. In eight days, Dribble Drabble will be over. In three months, I won't be in Year Eight any more. In four and a half months, I will officially be a Year Nine. And the fact that I still don't have braces and I'm nearly in Year Nine is just ridiculous because I really need them and you just don't see Year Nines walking around with messed up teeth. It just doesn't happen. Ugh. Headdeskheaddeskheaddesk.

I know this blog is going to be really short, because I have three and a half hours left, and there are things that I want to do before such time, like pack my bag*, sort out my money**, update on Fanfiction.net, write up the other blog, and such. So, yes, that is a lot to get in done in three and a half hours. I'm going to leave you with this photostill of Matt Smith that I have yet to turn into an icon, yet ...

Beware the wrath of the JAMMY DODGER!! Dundundunnnn! Speaking of which, I had some of them the other day. Oh, and speaking of Doctor Who, I'm going to miss it tomorrow, so I'm going to watch last Saturday's AND tomorrow's on iPlayer on Sunday. I also need to catch up on two weeks of Neighbours, and homework. Thank Merlin it's not going to be a BEDA day on Sunday, eh? Haha.

Keep blogging!

*Sleeping round Jess's house tomorrow!
**Going to the city centre with Kelly, Sasha, Mitch and possibly Deckel tomorrow, before staying round Jess's.

Sadly, he has much to learn.

Basketball finals were today, and what did I get? A temper, an insult, and unnecessarily sore leg muscles. Oh, and an idea for my Dribble Drabble, but I'm sort of trying to make this angsty. So ... sssshhh.

Before we'd even left our campus, I knew that we were in murky waters.Our fifth member, Lottie, backed out at the last minute, telling us that her mum wouldn't let her go (we have to get permission because it's leaving school grounds, and it's after school hours). Because Lottie was in, none of our reserves had permission slips, so one of them couldn't tag along with us. One player down - this wasn't a good start. I sat next to Shannon on the coach, and other than a bit of travel sickness, I was alright, nervous but confident.

It was my second time at the other school campus, and I loved it more than the first time. Because it's newer, it looks so much better than my campus. It's really clean and bright and friendly, while my campus is grubby and dull. Now, I'm not always a fan of bright "LOOK AT ME!" things, and I like old stuff, but I really do like their campus better than ours. ANYWAY ... when we entered their sports hall, I just got a gut feeling that something would go wrong, and we'd lose. Nothing really "went wrong", as such, but we definitely lost.

You see, the best player on the team knows he's good as basketball, and he seems to think anyone who isn't as good as him isn't worthy of being on a team. He hogs the ball, and he seems to have something against Shannon and I, because he just wouldn't pass it to us. Even when we were open, with no one near us, and Callum - the fourth and final player on our team - was at the other end of the pitch, with people around him, James would still pass to Callum rather than us. Whenever we lost the ball, it was because James passed it to Callum and it got intercepted, or because James refused to pass it and someone ended up tackling the ball from him. By the end of the first game, which we lost miserably, I was furious. I'd only had the ball in my possession twice, and I hadn't even dribbled it, let alone got to shoot. Because people were surrounding me, I used my common sense and passed it.

We didn't get to play again until the very last game, which meant for the majority of the hour, we were sitting out, waiting for our next turn. Throughout which, I purposely sat away from James and Callum so I could rant angrily with Shannon about how out of order James was being. We're supposed to be a team. To be a team, you have to work together. James didn't seem to be able to grab that concept. When I wasn't ranting about James, Shannon and I were gushing over a really gorgeous guy who was refereeing the games, and a really cute guy who was taking pictures, from the other campus*. Is it just Shannon and I, or are the guys at that campus so much better looking than the ones at ours?

So, anyway, then our second and final game was about to start. As I walked onto the pitch, I said pointedly to James, "Try to pass the ball this time." And he did, which surprised me. I expected him to just ignore him. So, yes, he still hogged it, and I still didn't get the ball much (and when I did, I had to pass it again almost instantly), but at least he sort of took my words into consideration. Well, anyway, after that match - which we also lost - James said to me, "See, this is why I don't pass it to you! You can't catch!" I missed the ball once, and the way he said it, it was as if we was blaming me for losing the game, even though it was him who lost the ball most, and even though I did miss the ball, I managed to pick it up before the other team got it. He had no right to say that, and it just made me so angry. I was tempted to start a full-blown argument with him in the middle of the sports hall, in front of everyone. But I contained myself, because I don't like being in the spotlight.

If you follow me on twitter, you would have seen what I said about him. If not, I said: "If James learned how to share, we could have won. Sadly, he has much to learn." It was by text when I was on the coach, and I wasn't sure how many characters I had before the tweeting limit of 140. If I had some way of knowing, I would have said more, but there we go. Besides, I think those two sentences really cover all that needs to be said. James is like a little boy.

So, on the coach ride back, in between texting, gushing and eavesdropping, Shannon and I ranted about James and his selfishness again. When I got home, I ranted to my nan, then to my mum, then to my grandad (they all wanted to hear the story, and they were never in the room at the same time). Now, I'm ranting to you, blog readers. Thank you for listening this far ... or reading or ... yeah.

Most of my anger seeped out when I was catching up on my YouTube subscriptions, which I'm still in the process of doing. I had three and a half pages, each with twenty videos on, but now I'm on the last page! Hoorah!

In lighter-but-still-basketball-related news, there was a guy from the other campus with 60's hair. It looked so funny. Shannon and I kept giggling whenever he walked past ... it didn't help when we had to play against him, though. He bumped into me, too, but I could only see his neck because he's so tall and I was too disorientated from the bump to look up... if I did, though, I would have giggled. He looked so ridiculous.

Now, I'm going to write out my Dribble Drabble after forcing myself to copy, paste and edit some information about lightning charges for Viper's** Science class, that I have to hand in tomorrow. Blehhh. I hate his class. My other Science class is so much better.

Anyway...
Keep blogging!

*They looked around our age, as well, for the record. They volunteered to help out. Although the one taking pictures might have been Year 7 (or he just hadn't hit puberty yet... he wasn't small, as such, but he was smaller than us).
**His name isn't Mr. Viper, for the record. It's Mr Piper, but his first name starts with a V, and so I call him Mr Viper, because he's horrible and irrational.

Together we'll discuss HTML and C++ ...

Aichmophobia is the fear of sharp and/or pointy things, like needles, knives and - if it's really bad - even sharpened pencils. I suffer from it, but not to the pencil extent (though, after my baby cousin unintentionally stabbed my arm with a pencil and made me bleed, I've been a little less comfortable around them). Yesterday's blog was a little, very real story (that I actually used for Dribble Drabble yesterday, too) about my third and final - yes! - cervical cancer jabs. Needles. Terrify. Me. As do things like knives and other pointy/sharp things. Understandably. But I mean, my fear is, well, pretty insane. I didn't start cutting up my own food until I was, like, nine because I didn't want to touch a knife. Even now, I still find myself jumping when the knife slides across the plate or whatever. They're horrid, horrid things. I didn't want to post anything with the story; I was afraid of ruining the mood and stuff, so I just left it as it is without explanation. I kind of freaked one of my friends' out, because she read it on KWC, and she's having the vaccinations next year. Sorry, Eternity! ... Even though I don't think you read this xD

Moving swiftly on...

My form has Interform Finals for basketball tomorrow, and I'm a bag of nerves*. Interform is something my school does at the end of every term. Each year has set sports, one for girls, one for boys, one mixed. For example, this time round, it was girls' football, boys' hockey and mixed basketball. I was with basketball. We sort ourselves into a team for each sport, and then we play against other forms in our year. Whoever comes first and second goes into the finals, where we play against people from South school and from the other campus**. We played before Easter half-term, and we came first. Alas, we're in the finals.We're playing on the other campus, and we miss the last lesson (which is English with the decent teacher. Damn). I'm so scared that I'm going to let the team down. I mean, it's not like I'm bad at basketball. Quite the opposite, actually. And I love it with all my heart; I don't even let asthma stop me playing (I usually take advantage of my asthma to sit out during sports xD). But I'm almost shaking at the thought of letting the team down.

On a random final note, I highly suggest you check out the VenetianPrincess Parody of Womanizer. You'll love it more if you're a nerd, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it even if you're not. VenetianPrincess is amazing, and even more awesome because she's signed to DFTBA. Over the past few days, I can't stop listening to this song. Even though I first heard it ages ago, the song and I didn't click together until recently. Heh.  

Together we'll discuss HTML and C++.
Uh huh.
Womanizer womanizer womanizer womanizer.

Keep blogging!

*I originally typed "I'm a bag of nerds." there. Nerdiest typo ever xD
** Our school is divided into two parts; North and South. Although we share the same campus, we don't have the same classes or anything. There's no specific "area" for North and South. It's just a way of categorizing. I'm in North. And we have two campuses, because when it was one school there were over 3000 students (Now, we have 2000 students at my campus). The other campus is about twenty minutes away by coach.

Aichmophobia

I sit in the chair nervously, my stomach flipping, my breathing unsteady and my heart racing at a hundred miles an hour. I keep my eyes straight ahead, staring through the window as I bite my lip. The lady asks questions and I reply in monotone, the answer coming to me as if I were in autopilot. She makes a joke to try and lighten the situation as she cleans the skin on my bare arm, but I don't even smile. The nerves are almost unbearable. My legs bounce as she continues to talk, my senses inhumanly alert. I hear her shuffling things around on the desk behind me and I screw my eyes shut, my body automatically tensing. She makes me relax my muscles, and I force them to stay that way, searching my mind frantically for a distraction as the moment draws closer. I feel like crying, like screaming at her to stay away from me. I can feel myself start to tremble as she stops talking, and I clamp my feet to the floor, trying to make my body as still and relaxed as possible.

When I feel a light stinging in my arm, I know it's happening, and I'm petrified. My mind won't create a distraction; all I can think about is the feeling in my arm. The stinging lessens to almost nothing, but then returns. It's not enough for me respond to it, though knowing what has caused the sting makes me want to tense and jerk away. I don't, though, knowing it'll be over with soon enough.

And then it's gone. I feel her put pressure on my arm where the stinging had been, and I know it's the cotton ball they use to slow the bleeding. I let out a shaky breath I didn't realise I had been holding, keeping my eyes closed. I didn't want to open them just yet, not while the thing could still be in view. She asks me to hold the cotton while she fills out the paperwork, so I instinctively bring a hand round and press against the cotton. There's a slight ache, but I know it'll fade within a matter of minutes. It happened last time.

I risk a glance over my shoulder, focusing on the pen moving across the paper as she fills it in, not allowing myself to look at the other contents on the desk. I'm still trembling, my heart is still racing, and I just want to get away. She smiles and tells me that it wasn't so bad, as adults do when they want to reassure you, and I laugh shakily, cursing myself internally when tears spring into the corners of my eyes. I turn my head away and blink until the tears retreat. She takes the cotton away from my arm and tries to put a plaster on it, but can't see the wound. It's already stopped bleeding. Despite my unsettled stomach, I look at my arm and point out the small pierce in the skin wordlessly, not trusting my voice.

As I stand, I walk carefully, my legs unstable. I try to tell myself that it's alright, that it was the last vaccination I'll be having for cervical cancer, that it's all over now and I won't have another needle near me for a long time. But knowing the needle came so close, close enough to pierce my skin and send dead cancer cells into my bloodstream, is enough to keep me in a state of near tears and walking on unsteady feet for the rest of the day. I put on a brave face, smile and say it didn't hurt much. My friends know that I hate needles, but they have no idea just how aichmophobic I am. I don't intend on letting them know any time soon.

Why is YOUR day awesome?

I've caught up on all the blogs over the past few days, and honestly, Hayley G. Hoover writes the most amazing blogs ever. I'm already a fan of her vlogs, and 5AG, in which she is 'Friday', but her blogs beat both of those. They're so well-written and inspiring and beautiful. She's such an amazing person. Or, I guess, awesome. Considering she's part of 5AG xD When she publishes a book, I'm so buying it! Why is my day awesome? Because of Hayley's blog.

You know, it's madness, but I already know what my last blog in April is going to be about, even though I have no idea what to do until then. And I've had this blog page open for over an hour and not written a word, so it's clear that this blog is going to be dull. I'm just going to give other reasons why my day was awesome... This is going to take some time to think up xD

1. Hayley's blogs are so beautiful and wonderful and reading them makes me smile.

2. I just finished listening to Never Let You Go by Justin Bieber, which is quite a wonderful song.

3. It's my best friend's birthday tomorrow, so I get to make a card for her on GIMP

4. ... This is harder than I thought it would be. I'm out of ideas xD

Okay... I'll leave you now, because my life is so unbelievably boring that I have nothing else to say xD I might just post a drabble tomorrow or something...

Goldie's Back!

I completely forgot about blogging today until a friend suggested that I wrote a 'Writing Tips' blog (something that I'm considering, actually). I honestly don't know how I could forget, since I've been doing it all month. I have the memory of a goldfish. Alas, Goldie is back.

I haven't gotten the chance to watch Doctor Who yet because I've been wrapped up with writing and homework and chatting online (doh!), so I'll have to find some time to watch it throughout the week. I am such an idiot. I still have all of last week's Neighbours to catch up on, and that'll keep building up as the days go by until I sit down, go onto YouTube and watch it. Oh, and that's another thing ... YouTube. Because I've been using Mixpod for music lately, I haven't used YouTube at all. My subscriptions box is going to be bursting at the seams, I just know it will, so I'll have to find time to watch all of the videos in my subscriptions, too.

This weekend has gone insanely fast. I spent all day yesterday out and about, from 11am (considering I got up at 10am) 'til 7:45pm. Most of that was spent travelling, so it's no surprise that Saturday feels like it went by in the blink of an eye ... but I woke up at nine-something this morning, and I've been doing nothing but sitting on the laptop. It only feels like I woke up a few hours ago, and it's 9:30pm. I woke up twelve hours ago, when it feels like two. But even though it only feels like I just woke up, I feel absolutely exhausted. There is no way in hell I'll be awake and alert enough to go to school tomorrow. Blehh.

I actually had an idea last night for today's blog. But, like I said, Goldie's back, and all I can remember was that I had an idea. Fantastic, eh? So, I'm sort of just improvising until I feel it's long enough to be "blog worthy" ... I have no idea how long that's supposed to be, though, so I'm just winging it.

I love it when people come to me for advice on writing. They're always really sweet about it, flattering me into helping them. My friend, Bonnie, sent me a comment about an hour ago. It said, and I quote (copy/pasted!):

Stephie, where do you find inspiration for your writing? I'm addicted to painting, but I want to get back into the swing of writing. You're the best writer I know. Germany is a barren place right now...so not much inspiration is available to me. Help?

(Fun fact about Bonnie: she got me into Cinema Bizarre! Yup. That's how we officially became friends xD).

Usually, I hate it when people ask me for advice, because it's usually about boys, friends, clothes, and things I generally have no experience in. "My boyfriend broke up with me for my friend! Steph, what should I do?!" I don't know! How am I meant to know? Why ask me? So on the rare occasion someone asks me for advice on things I care about and I know about, like writing or photoediting, I love it, and I love to help them (although I do get carried away and my answers are long-winded xD). And I love how they say "You're the best writer I know, so can you help me...?" While someone gushing about my strong points in writing, or my teacher saying "This is good, Steph!" are flattering, when someone says something like "You're the best writer I know", it really really flatters me. It's the small things that count, I guess, eh? ^.^

Aaand, I'm out of time. My mum wants me off the computer now. I have to go catch some winks* before school tomorrow. Keep blogging!

*Who invented that? Oh, I'm just going to catch some winks. Huh? xD

Not if you're going on a bear hunt!

I've been busy all day today, and at the moment, I'm watching BGT again. This morning, I went up the city, to get Jess's birthday present, which I actually managed to get. And, at the same time, I decided that if I didn't end up working with books, I'd work at The Entertainer. It looks like great fun! xD I also got the latest book in the Alex Rider series, and The Hunger Games, which I heard was really really good. I also got lip balm that smells/tastes like sweets (refreshers, drumsticks, raindrops, and double lollies). Whoop. Anyway, then I went to see my grandad in hospital at Oxford, which is an hour away from where I live. He can come home on Monday, which is a lot earlier than they first said.

BGT has finished now, and it was amazing. I loved The Arrangement, even though the guy can't sing. They were performing popular songs (If I Were a Boy by Beyoncé, I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas, etc.) in a classical style, and it was really effective. I also liked the Gymnastic group; they were fantastic, and literally made my jaw drop and my eyes bulge. They were doing allsorts, like one-handed handstands on each others heads, and throwing them in the air until they almost hit the ceiling, and using one of them as a skipping rope! Yes. You heard me. Part of their act was swinging one person in a circular motion, like you would with a rope, between two people, while another person was jumping over him. Skipping. With a person. It was ... wow.

Anyway... don't you just love it when people are on the same wavelength? Today, when we (me, my aunt, my mum and my nan) were in the car, my aunt and nan were talking about how the day before, my aunt almost drove over a roundabout (don't ask xD). As she went round another roundabout, my nan said "Don't drive through the roundabout!" jokingly. In response my aunt said, "I can't go through it, so I have to go round it!" Now, when I was a toddler, I used to love the book Going on a Bear Hunt. If you've read it, you'll understand what I mean when I say that I replied, "Not if you're going on a bear hunt!" and you may laugh. My mum grinned and said, "I was just thinking the same thing! Well, not exactly, but I was thinking of that book!" and my aunt said, "Yeah, as I said it, I thought of it." I love it when that happens. When someone says something, and everyone automatically thinks of something else, and they're all thinking of the same thing. I think it's great, and it's like ... it feels like the joy you get when you and a friend have an inside joke and everyone around you is confused while you laugh your heard off over it. It feels like that. I love it.

I really can't be bothered to write anything... I'm tired, I'm distracted, and I just want to go to bed. I'll try and find videos tomorrow of The Arrangement and the gymnast group so I can share it with any of you who missed it or don't live in the UK. Trust me, you need to see it.

Snoreeee. Yawn.
Keep blogging!

Awful TV Shows

Throughout school, I had plenty of ideas buzzing around my head for a blog, but now that I've come to write it, I completely forgot all of those ideas. I remember there was something to do with books, characters, TV shows, aaaand n00bs. But I've forgotten exactly what I was going to say about them. My memory sucks. So, I'll just be writing whatever ideas I can remember.

Something I feel I must share with you is my disappointment of Tracy Beaker Returns. Now, like nearly every English girl, I used to love Tracy Beaker when I was younger. TB is a CBBC show about a girl, Tracy, who lives in a foster home with a bunch of other children, and she's a troublemaker. It was pretty good. The writing was hilarious, the acting was great, and the energy and spirit within all of the characters - kids and adults alike - was fantastic. Today, I watched Tracy Beaker Returns, a show on CBBC about Tracy coming back to work at the foster home. It sucked. The writing was dull and unrealistic, the new kids can't act to save their lives, and all the characters were so lifeless. The most exciting thing that happened in the episode was Tracy smashing a bowl onto the floor while telling Mike loudly, "I quit!" She wasn't even shouting, which is a Tracy Beaker tradition. Even when one of the girls ended her friendship with another girl, it was for a pathetic reason and she didn't even look angry. It was just a "You know what? I don't want to be friends with you any more." in a monotone voice, before leaving the room. That is not Tracy Beaker! Tracy Beaker is meant to be full of screams, moody teenagers and overexcited kids, with lots of things breaking and argues going on all over the place. It was too calm! I hated it. If you've watched it, what did you think of it?

And, while on the topic of bad TV shows, what the HELL is up with In the Midnight Garden? It's a CBeebies show, and my nan refuses to put it on when my baby cousin is round because it's so crap. I hate it when they make shows with "bleeblobmeerudfvndiuhndfjni" instead of actual words. You either make the characters speak proper English (unless it's a foreign show, but you wouldn't find those on CBeebies xD), or they don't speak at all. Making them speak in gibberish* will not help the kids' talking abilities. So ... yeah. Idiots.

So, what shows have you watched that are absolutely awful? What was the writing like? And the acting? Why didn't you enjoy it? Did the idea just not interest you, or was it the quality of the show that made you dislike it? Answer in the comments! Or as a blog. I'm not fussed ^.^

Keep blogging!

P.S. I can't believe there's only one week of BEDA left!

*Or SimSpeak, as I like to call it, as the characters in the Sims games don't speak properly.

He had a one-hand feel on the steering wheel...

Taylor Swift, get your stupid country music OUT OF MY HEAD. I've had 'Our Song' stuck in my head for a good week or so, and sadly enough, I know all the words. It doesn't help that, despite myself, I have to keep listening to it. I don't even like it. Grr. Although, I admit, I really like her twang in Our Song. But that's all I like about it. So hmph. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

Anyway... I found this really cool anime character creator thingy on DeviantART. And I made a couple of characters for a story I've been planning. Because I'm a paranoid little girl, I don't want to share with you the plot or anything (mainly because it's still in the works, partly because I'm afraid of being plagarized). Just know that it's a spy thing. Kind of like the Alex Rider series (which I'm reading at the moment, go figure). Anyway, these are the characters I created ...

Eleanor.
The reason I made three for her is because she's the main character, and I was experimenting. The picture looks really small here. It's bigger, normally, but I don't want to make it massive. You can't see her freckles here; that's not fair! Oh well. She has freckles, because I looovve freckles.

So, yes, say hi to Elle!

I had no idea what to call this character at first. I was really tempted to call him James, because he started out as just someone who Eleanor knew and got along with, but then his character steadily started growing in my mind, and he just didn't seem like a James any more. Also, I had no idea what he looked like, but now that I've made this, I'm certain that this is what he looks like.
I called him Jack.
Even though one of my friends is called Jack, and he's amazing, and this Jack kind of won't be amazing ...

I think he looks like a Jack. Just a matter of personal opinion, I suppose.

But, yes. His name is Jack.





I really have nothing else to say. My grandad's doing good, I have homework to do and can't be bothered to do it, and I haven't written my dribble drabble yet. So, I guess I'd better get a move on, eh?

Keep blogging!

Imma Be a Busy Bumble Bee.

 Title? Inspired by the very annoying "Imma Be" by Black Eyed Peas.
Time: 9:01pm.
This is going to be a really quick blog, because I'm really short on time. I stayed downstairs, talking with my family while waiting to hear something from the hospital. It took my nan three calls before she got through to the ICU at the hospital, and the operation had only just finished. However, from what the nurse can tell, he's alright. We have to call again in the morning because they'll be able to check him over properly by then.

So, from seven, I've been catching up, writing my Dribble Drabble, and stuff ... I have to do an English project, due for tomorrow*, and I'm currently alternating between finding pictures to write about and writing up this blog. Ah, last-minute stress. Thank Merlin it's English - any other subject, and I'd be screwed. But words come to me pretty easily, so that's alright**. I have, currently, forty-five minutes.

My eyes are still really heavy and achy, my inspiration has come back a little bit (my dribble drabble was really easy to write), and my fanfiction readers are probably getting ready to start an angry mob. I haven't updated two of my collabs in nearly a week. In my defense, it's the 50th piece for both of them, and I want to post it at the same time, and I've been re-writing and editing one of them constantly, because I love the plot but don't like the words. I'll explain it to them when I post. Hopefully, they'll understand. I just want to make the big 50 special. Also, I'm having trouble making a fluffy, family friendly fic about a canon pairing that everyone loves. Because some people have said they find my slash/T-rated stuff disturbing to read, so I want to make something that everyone will enjoy. I'm thinking of doing Molly/Arthur, but I need to get an idea for them first. Perhaps, if that plan doesn't make it, I could do James/Lily fluff. Everyone loves J/L. How could they not?

I haven't had time to catch up on blogs, either, because I've been so caught up lately. I have, like, seven new blogs in my dashboard thing, waiting to be read, from yesterday and today. And I need to watch the last three episodes of Neighbours online. And find time to complete these bl'min FF things, and continue to write Dribble Drabble. I know I'm complaining about doing what I love again, but having to do so much in such short time is so hard***. And to think I was considering teaching myself German, and start learning the guitar again. I don't have time! O_O

Time: 9:25pm.

I really need to focus on this homework, now, so I'm going to leave it there. Keep blogging!

*It was set weeks and weeks ago, but because it was so far back in my planner, I didn't look that far back, and completely forgot about it until yesterday.
**Says the girl who took two weeks of idea-squeezing to think of an idea for her Christmas story. And then another week to write and edit it (Although once I got going, I finished it quickly... and then put off editing it, which is why it took so long xD).
***I laughed as I wrote that. Inside joke with my friends and a girl from my Science class. Saying "so hard" reminded me of it. Haha. Don't ask.

An Insight to Offline Happenings.

I have no idea what to write about. I have no idea how I feel, or what I want to do, or ... anything. I'm having a braindead day, I suppose. I keep sneezing, my eyes feel really heavy and achy (even though I'm not tired), and my body feels like I've ran a couple of miles. Without the racing heart, burning lungs, and wheezing asthmatic coughs, of course. Although I'm not yawning-my-head-off-can't-wait-to-go-to-bed tired, I want to describe myself as tired. Even though I'm not. It's just the only way I can describe it. Hmm. Drained. That's what I'm going to call it. I feel drained. Drained of emotion, drained of energy, and drained of inspiration.

So, until I get ideas, shall I just tell you what's going on in my life? Boring, yes, but it's all I can think to say.

It's my best friend's birthday next week, and I already know what I'm going to get her. Problem is, the only time I can get it is at the weekend, which is when we were thinking of going to see Alice in Wonderland. If I cancel our plans*, then she might feel offended, and I don't want that to happen. However, if I'm going to get her the birthday present I have in mind, I HAVE to go up city to get it. Because I'm not going to find what I want in town. Why am I not telling you what I'm getting her? Because I'm paranoid and, even though she doesn't know about my blog and her internet is down, I'm scared she might somehow see this and find out about my present for her. I'll tell you what I got her on her birthday - next Tuesday - 'kay? That is, if I manage to get it. I hope I do. If not, I'll just have to put money in her card, which isn't the most amazing present in the world for your best friend, now, is it? ... Moving on ...

Anyway, what I'm about to tell you is kind of personal, so I feel awkward sharing it with you. I guess I'm just ... letting it all out. Heh. My grandad is in hospital, because he's having a pretty serious operation tomorrow. He'll be in there for over a week afterwards to recover, if the operation is successful. He has an aneurysm in his aorta, you see. We're lucky that the doctor found it before it burst - my nan's brother-in-law died when he had an aneurysm in his aorta, but they didn't know about it, and it burst. We're even luckier because the doctor wasn't even seeing my grandparents for my grandad ... it was for my nan. I can't remember why, but they got a doctor's appointment, and while they were there, my grandad mentioned he had stomach pains of something ... and then the doctor felt the aneuryism. So, anyway, yes. He went into hospital today, and the operation is tomorrow. He's living the life over there, though, I hear. He's in the private ward, in his own room, with his own TV, bathroom, etc. He had a four-course dinner, and people keep popping their head in and offering him tea. Apparently, the room costs £400. And we don't even pay for healthcare of over here like they do in America. And I shouldn't know any of this, but I overheard my nan and mum talking downstairs earlier after he called.

Moving on. Again.

I can't think of anything else to say ... I've been trying to create a "Happy" playlist. And then I realised that most of the music I listen to isn't the cheeriest of stuff. So I've been listening to Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber for the past hour or so. Sigh. What fun.

Keep blogging!
(I really need a new ending line. Heh).

*Again. We've been rescheduling Alice in Wonderland for weeks and weeks. It's getting ridiculous.

I Got Me Some Tardis Self-Destruct Buttons!

I have twenty minutes to write this blog, so I'm going to be really quick. Sorry if it's short. You know what I said about the Daleks yesterday? About how I don't "dislike them"? I have no idea why I said that. They're tacky and horrid. I think I was sugercoating the situation, because I entered the series with an open mind and I didn't want to hate anything. But, honestly, those Daleks are a joke ... like, powerranger Daleks. Without the pink powerranger. Just ... yuck.

Speaking of Doctor Who, my mum got me a packet of tardis self-destruct buttons*. Because, after watching Doctor Who, I got this craving for them. It was kind of obsessive. So my mum got me some today. And the packaging is a total rip off. They didn't even call them by their proper name. They called them "jam rings". WHAT THE HELL?! Grrr. They weren't even capitalized, for Merlin's sake. I still have two left. I'm saving them for later, despite my tastebud's protests. Nomnomnom.

In other news, I pulled another - yes, another - tooth out today! Well, more like sucked it out. See, it really hurt when I touched it and moved it, but it didn't hurt to drink through a straw or anything. So, I figured, to save myself some pain, I'll just suck on nothing until the tooth comes out. And it came out. It hurt a bit, but it was nothing to the amount of pain it caused me throughout the day. I didn't even bleed - bonus! Before I sucked it out, I was playing with it, and I made it do a 180 turn ... I couldn't get it go back, so I just had a backwards canine tooth for about an hour. It felt reeeaaallly weird. But I'm really glad I got it out. The dentist said there were six or seven teeth they had to take out the last time I was there ... I've pulled out, like, five since then. Heh. You're welcome, Dentist People.

Okay... ten minutes left. Write quickly, Steph!

First day of school wasn't terrible. The most difficult part was getting out of bed. I was fine with waking up early, surprisingly, but over the holidays, I developed this habit of laying in bed doing nothing but thinking and stuff for a couple of hours after I wake up. Having to pull myself out of bed five minutes after I woke up was, quite frankly, one of the most horrible things I've ever had to do. Blehhh. Anyway ... We're in a new form room, which is really confusing, but at least I still get to sit next to Jess. And my first official lesson of the day on Monday is Spanish/French, which is fifteen seconds down the hall. In the words of Charlie (a boy in my class), SCORE!! *punches air* ... No. Only Charlie can do that and make it funny. I fail. My friends are as crazy and nerdy as ever ... I just wish they were my kind of nerdy. Heh. And Jess and I are STILL trying to plan a time to see Alice in Wonderland ... fingers crossed, we'll get to watch it this weekend. And then, according to Jess, her mum will invite me to their BBQ and I'll probably stay round. But lets not get ahead of ourselves, eh?

There was something else I wanted to tell you, but it's escaped my mind. Damn you, Brain. Oh well. I'll use the last five minutes of my time on here to save some stuff to my USB, rock out to some more Wizard Rock, and multi-task my way through six tabs. Hoorah for multi-tasking.

Keep blogging!

P.S. I just spell-checked this blog, and it said I spelt my name wrong. No, Spellcheck, you foolish little bleh, I did not spell my name wrong.

*To anyone who hasn't seen 'Victory of the Daleks' yet, I won't be surprised if you're like "There are WHAT?!" Don't worry... you'll understand soon enough.

Tardis bang bang, Daleks BOOM!

 As if the title didn't give it away, this blog is going to be about Doctor Who. It contains spoilers for Victory of the Daleks, the third episode of the fifth season, so if you didn't watch it yesterday, haven't caught up on it, or live outside of the UK and it hasn't aired yet, you might want to go read something else. Or, you can just skip the Doctor Who part. I'll let you know when it's over by changing the writing.

[Note = the stuff about Doctor Who was written hours ago, at 2-something in the afternoon. I saved it as a draft because my internet was playing up, and I didn't go back to it until now].
So, yes, I just finished catching up on Doctor Who, because I was a bad DW fan and missed it. It wasn't as great as the first two, but it didn't let me down. This season is really changing everything up, eh? New Tardis, new Doctor, new companion, new sonic screwdriver ... and now new Daleks, too. I liked how scruffy, beat up and dull in colour the Daleks were. Now they're squeaky clean, with bright different colours ... I don't dislike them, but I definitely prefer the old Daleks. And, speaking of Daleks, we all love them but they're getting kind of old now. I understand that they're really important and they're the Doctor's biggest and oldest enemy, but they can only bring the Daleks back so many times before the fans just groan and say, "Them again. Ugh." rather than, "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!! THE DALEKS ARE BACK!!!" Some fans are already complaining, I've noticed. The Doctor can only defeat them so many times.

I love how the Doctor's plans don't always work, and Amy manages to work things out. With the other companions, they were pretty much tag-alongs to keep the Doctor company. But Amy has a brain, and she uses it! Ellie commented my last blog, saying that we "got a confession from Amy". So, naturally, I was waiting for Amy to spill the beans about the wedding. But she didn't. I can only assume Ellie meant the "Have you ever fancied someone you shouldn't?" was the confession. I don't know. Ellie, if you're reading this (which you should be, since you're following my blog xD), was that the confession you were on about? Or did BBC iPlayer cut part of the episode out? Heh.

So, anyway, another amazing episode. Can't wait for Doctor Who NEXT Saturday. Favourite quotes from the episode? "Don't mess with me, sweetheart." ~ "Alright, it's a jammy dodger, but I was promised tea!"

DOCTOR WHO TALK OVER!!

In other news, I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow. I have to wake up early, which is not a good thing, and I have to leave the house for the first time in two weeks. I can't be bothered! I just want to stay at home and continue neglecting the outside world. Besides, with school starting up again, my hours are going to be seriously cut down. I get fifteen/twenty minutes before I leave for school at 8:15am, and then I don't get home until 3:10pm usually, because it takes five minutes to bustle through the crowds of kids, say goodbye to my friends, and take the two-minute walk to my house. Then I'll lose another hour when I go downstairs to watch Neighbours, and eat my dinner. And then I sign off the computer at 9:30pm. Now, in that time, I have to catch up on all the billions of site I'm on (KW, KWC, Twitter, DeviantART, Blogger, YouTube, etc.), post a blog (until the end of BEDA, at least), write my dribble drabble (which I usually leave until late, anyway), read, AND do my homework. Last time I was at school, I wasn't on DeviantART, I didn't blog as often, and I wasn't doing dribble drabble. And I generally neglected my books, which I'm determined not to do again. AND I want to finish my Sudoku book by the end of the school year (July) - I generally do one or two Sudokus every morning, and one or two Sudokus every night, before I go to sleep and after I wake up. I'll probably be too tired/busy/short on time to do that.  AND, I still have to keep up with my writing, or my readers on Fanfiction.net will get angry. As it is, I haven't updated for three days, when I usually update daily. And I'm going to try to teach myself German, using my mum's old German dictionary, and talking to a German friend (BONNIE!) online when I get confused. Gah!

Yeah, I know, listen to me. "I expect too much of myself. My life is so hhaaarrrd because I only get a few hours to do the things I love." Cry me a river and drown in it, much?

Other news ... other news ... other news. Ooh, I know! I got this really sweet message from a girl on FF.net, and it's so lovely. It warmed my insides, and I'm going to share it with you. I'm leaving it as it is; not even fixing the grammatical/spelling errors. Because it's lovely, even with those errors.

So, I think I may be in love with you. (A nice, stalkerish note to start this message off with)

I first stumbled upon your page through 'once upon a quote' and fell in love with the imagination, the use of charecters and the quotes used. I looked on your page and saw you loved all the same books and tv programes as me, and to top it off you are a youtube lover too! alex day, ALL CAPS, tom felton! :D

I really love your fanfictions. Please keep tem going, I will eagerally await updates. Sorry about the stalkery/pervy email - I wish I could write as well as you and you could read some of mine, but alas I have as much writing prowness as...someone who can't write well (I think I just [proved my point).

So anyway, well done! :D Anita x

 

Thank you, Anita. On a very 5AG note, my day is awesome because of this message. She's so sweet. <3

 

Now, I have an essay to type up, and forty minutes to type it up in. Thankfully, I already have the rough version in my English book. But, seriously Miss. English Teacher, no one cares about the relationship between Frankenstein and his monster/creation in the crappy Philip Pullman playscript adaption of Frankenstein. Yaaawwwwnn.

 

So, yes, I'll leave you now. Keep blogging!

P.S. After the stressful hour I just had with Carissa, the admin of KWC, I can safely say that every time I hear the words "crash", "test" or "dummy", I am going to be reminded of the anti-climatic end to our stress, and probably laugh. Because, honestly, after so much hassle, the solution was surprisingly simple. And I love the fact that only Carissa will understand what the hell I'm talking about.

P.S.S. I now only have half an hour to type up that essay. Damn. Focus, Steph, focus! Did I mention that it has to be in tomorrow? Yeaahhhh. *headdesk*

Britain's Got Talent

Firstly, the review for Skeleton Key by Anthony Horowitz can be found here. I finished it last night.

Secondly, I'm a bad Doctor Who fan. I missed it! In my defense, I've been thinking it's Friday for most of the day and it feels like only a couple of days ago that I watched 'The Beast Below'. So, I'm going to watch Britain's Got Talent - and give you my opinion on most act as they're performing - and then post this blog, and then watch Doctor Who on BBC iPlayer so I can tell you what I think in tomorrow's blog.

Britain's Got Talent is a big thing for me. I love it, love it, love it. It's great! I'm not into Xfactor or any other shows of that kind, except for BGT. I guess it's kind of like TV Dramas... I hate them all except Neighbours. Well, anyway, yes ... I truly love BGT, and I didn't know it was starting again until this evening, so ... yeah. I'm a very clueless person, and I hate it. Now, I'm going to take the laptop downstairs, wait for BGT to start, and then I'll continue the blog...
*fifteen minutes later*

BGT just started. Amanda Holden's dress is really horrible, this evening ... very sparkly and sequin-y. The first act, Double Take, Kandy and Kat is about to begin. They're using "timbrol" ... they're like tambourines. Awful performance, but very funny. The Cheeky Boys are, uhm... original ... and very, very naked O_O

"What the bloody hell was that?" - Simon Cowell, about 'Pasefanie' ... I can't agree more. I don't even know what she was doing. Apparently, neither did she.

It's the break now, and none of the acts have got through yet. They've all been rubbish. See, this is why I love BGT. The bad acts are so bad or ridiculous that they're hilarious, the good acts are jaw-dropping, and there's never anything inbetween that.

Kevin Cruise is the next act. He's wearing a very bright shirt, and personally, I think he's a bit camp. He's the chief host on a cruise thing. He has quite a good singing voice and he's energetic, but he's not amazing. Quite frankly, I think he's a total joke. But he's funny. Simon's buzzed him out, but Amanda and Piers seem to be enjoying it. He got through, despite Simon's protests.

Pippa the Ripper - gothic hula hooper - absolutely amazing. She got through. Josh - eleven years old - really adorable dancer. Three yesses, he's through.

"Are you good?"

"Too good."

Ruby girls - a group of dancers. They're alright. Not bad dancers, not my kind of thing. Three yesses, they're through.

Tobias Reed - twenty-two - dancing. He's wearing a hoodie backwards, you can see the zip. Oh my god. He's absolutely amazing. Really flexible and imaginative, with really stunning moves. Like Amanda, I was blown away by that  performance. He's through. Oh, and by the way, the hoodie was supposed to be backwards, it was part of the act. His brothers don't talk to him because he dances (pathetic) - I bet they'll talk to him NOW. He's been on TV.

Break again.

Simon's off sick with the flu for the Birmingham auditions; Luis Walsh is filling in. Seventy-one year old retired teacher, Michael Lavender, is improvising unusual animals from the jungle. Hahahahahahaha. Hilarious. Didn't get through.

Pipes and Brums - bagpipes and drums. Really messed it up. Didn't get through. Haha.

David Churcher.... no talent, just reading poetry. Haha. Didn't get through.

Ten-year-old Chloe Hickinbottom - singing. She's singing some song by Vera Lynn - my nan likes Vera Lynn xD She has an absolutely stunning voice, though. A ten-year-old shouldn't have a voice like that. Haha. It's really powerful. Needless to say, she got through. Three yesses.

Break again. Simon's still ill; Luis is still filling in.

Thirty-three year old music teacher, Tina, and her dancing dog, Chandy. That is one of the most adorable things I have ever seen. Chandy is so talented; that must have taken so much training. The relationship between Tina and Chandy is really beautiful. Loved them. They got through.

Uh oh. Simon's back. Cue the Jaws music. Haha.

Forty-year old, Paul Hunn, burper. That's just disgusting. Three buzzes, and he's OUT. Burping is not a talent.

KEIRON'S BACK!!!! Aw, he was great last year! Drummer, in case you don't know. Thirteen-years-old now, and he's performing with his mum and dad. They've formed a sort of band. They've called themselves Mixed Emotions. Ugh ... his mum can't sing; she's ruined it. Keiron's the talent; his parents aren't. He should have come on by himself. Wait ... hold on ... they're giving him a second chance! On his own! Yes! Thank you, judges, he totally deserves it.

Break again.

Come on, Kieron, you can do it. *crosses fingers* Bless him - he pulls the most hilarious faces when he's drumming. He's amazing. No practise, no backing track, made up practically on the spot ... he has absolutely fantastic talent. They made a mistake not putting him through to the semi-finals last year, and he definitely deserves to get through this year. He's passed auditions, at least. Kieron FTW!

Okay, BGT's over now for another week. I don't have time to watch Doctor Who ... I'll watch it tomorrow. I know this blog is sort of running commentary, and you probably won't understand half of it, but oh well. To those of you who did watch BGT, tell me, who was your favourite act so far? Personally, my favourites were Keiron (no brainer), and Chandy the dancing dog. <3

How Old Are YOU?

Firstly, custard creams are undeniably one of the best foods every created ... and their name makes no sense, since it has nothing to do with that disgusting thing called "custard".

Secondly, I really couldn't be bothered to write a blog today. No, I'm not having another lazy day ... I just have no idea what to blog about! And so I'm just going to share with you this survey thing that supposedly tells you how old you are mentally. You just cross off the things that apply to you and the amount you crossed off is how old you are.

[x]You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[ ] You've done your own laundry.
[ ]You can vote in an election.
[ ] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.

TOTAL SO FAR: 2

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[x] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.
[ ] You drink caffeine at least once a week

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

[x] You know how to do the dishes.
[x] You can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to.
[x] You have hand washed a car before.

TOTAL SO FAR: 10

[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] You can type pretty quick.

TOTAL SO FAR: 13

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[x] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[x] You have been to the beach.
[x] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside of the united states 3 or more times (I don't live in the USA! xD)
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.

TOTAL: 16

So, according to this survey, I'm three years older than myself xD Ah, wonderful.
How old are YOU?

Maybe I'll wake up for once.

Title has nothing to do with the blog. I'm just listening to Going Under by Evanescence.

I have a lot of things I want to share with you today because I've been bottling up all my blog ideas and I think I might spontaneously combust into flames if I don't get it all off my chest. And, chances are, I'll probably forget half of the things I was planning to tell you, because I am very forgetful. Hence the reason one of my friends called Jess (I have three friends called Jess ... and I talk to two other people called Jess. Ah!) calls me 'Goldie' ... which is short for Goldfish ... because Goldfish have short memories. Moving swifty on!

1.

You know I said I was going to make a better Kiro icon?
← That would be it. Isn't it so much better than the first one I made?
(This is where you nod obediently despite what you really think, 'kay?)



2. I figured out how to animate pictures! I'm really pleased with myself. Unfortunately, even when I optimise the animated icon or whatever, it takes up a lot of space, so I've only made one so far. And it's Hermione/Ron, which is a ship I don't even support, but whatever. When inspirations strikes, you just go with it, even if it's out of the norm. I've got a couple more in mind, too. Unfortunately, for some God unknown reason, the icon doesn't work on the blog (thank Merlin for Ctrl+Z), so I'm just going to link you to it, 'cos I posted it on DeviantART ... So, just clicketh here to see it. I'm really excited about it ^.^

3. Hayley G. Hoover wrote a really lovely, truthful blog the other day. Well, I say blog. It was more a piece of creative writing, and it's so inspirational. And so, here is the link to A Pretentious Portrait of Pretension. It's not too lengthy, it'll only take a couple of minutes to read, but it really is beautiful. Hayley is a fantastic writer.

4. I've started making stamps, now, too. I've only made one - and I have a second half-finished. It's not fantastic; I'm not keen on it. But I have a ton of ideas, thanks to my thoughts keeping me up last night, so I'm going to go on a stamp-frenzy once I've finished today's entry. I'll share with you the one I made...

Now, if you know me well enough, you know I squeal or squeak when I'm excited/in fangirl mode. However, it doesn't sound like a squeal or a squeak. It sounds like "squee". Imagine a really squeaky voice saying "squee" really fast, or for a long time (squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee), and that's what you get when I'm excited. It generally happens when I read fluff, or slash, but it also happens nearly every time I see Kiro (Cinema Bizarre) or Dougie Poynter (McFLY), or I just generally get excited over something. Because I'm a nerd, I'm allowed to obsess and overreact.*

5. Today is Emma Watson's 20th birthday. In honour of that, I made an Emma Watson signature banner. It's alright, I quite like it, but I can see room for major improvement. Happy Birthday, Emma! ♥

6. The layout on KW changed drastically overnight, and honestly, I think it's bearable but awful. It looks like a proper kids' site now. I mean, it is a kid/teen site ... but now it looks like a site for little kids, now for kids aged 7-18! I don't like it, but we're going to have to live with it. Allen and Tanya - people who work with the site (Tanya runs it) - said they're working on skins for people who want calmer, duller themes. I will definitely be using these skins because the site truly looks horrible now. It's so bright and childish. Yuck. I so prefer the old KW... *sigh* When I signed in earlier, I didn't expect it, and I freaked out. But at the end of the day, I'm only on there for the people, and until I can contact all my friends off of KW, I will remain an active member.

7. I'm adding this because I forgot what else I wanted to say, and so the title will relate to the blog xD Sometimes, I seriously think my life is a dream. Not that anything special or extraordinary happens, because they don't. It's just ... the friends I have are too good to be true, sometimes even I surprise myself with some of the things I say, and I get really bad cases of dejá vu where I dream something - an ordinary, everyday situation - and then it happens within the next forty-eight hours. I just keep thinking to myself, "I'm going to wake up in a minute. Wait ... I never think like this when I'm actually dreaming." Heh.

"We're all so laughably similar in our attempts to be sickeningly different." - Hayley G. Hoover.


On that note, I'll leave you, because I've forgotten everything else I wanted to say (told you it would happen). Keep blogging. (:


*I just spent twenty minutes trying to find that video to link it. I'm so dedicated to nerdiness.

Tooth Fairy, I've Got One For You!

For the record, I don't believe in the tooth fairy and I don't get money from her. Just thought I'd clear that up before we begin xD

My muse seems to have come back! Well, a little bit ... I've been photoediting throughout the day. Half of the stuff turned out horrible and I didn't save it, but I did manage to make icons of all the band members in Cinema Bizarre (except Luminor because he freaks me out). However, I'm going to re-do Kiro's because his doesn't really match the others. I made his first, and I was just experimenting, so it's not as good as the other four, in my personal opinion. I'm going to make signature banners to go with the icons later if I have time, too.

See? All of the backgrounds are dark, except for Kiro's. This was unintentional ... but Kiro's definitely needs re-doing. These are the only things I actually saved today, out of the tons of things I made. Today has been an "experiment" day. Although, even though I've spent ages photoediting, I haven't even thought about making more Doctor Who icons. Hm ... odd. I'm going to start on some Harry Potter icons later, if I have time, because I've only made a few before - months ago - and I trashed them because they were beyond awful. I also haven't tried to make any stamps today, either.

But at least I know how to get inspired ... just flick through a few pages on DeviantART and BOOM, I get a strong urge to make stuff. I guess, looking at all the excellent work on there, I want to try and live up to that. And to live up to that, I need to practise practise practise!

In other news, I read nearly all of Point Blanc last night, and finished it this morning, so the review can be found hither. A good book, I promise you. I still need to write my Dribble Drabble today; have no clue what to write about ... I think I might do a Charmed fanfiction today. I've never written anything for Charmed before, though I've had ideas. Speaking of Charmed, I should make some Charmed icons at some point ... hmm ...

Anyway.... other news ....

I pulled my tooth out last night! And normally, when I pull a tooth out, I just say "Yes! Got another one", stop the bleeding and move on with my life. But this one has given me nothing torture for the past couple of years, altered my eating habits, caused me pain every time I brushed my teeth or washed my face. Why, I hear you ask, has it done all this? Because it was vertical, and it was a canine tooth. Yes, you heard me. Vertical. The adult tooth grew behind it and pushed it forward, so I've had a baby canine tooth (you know how pointy they are!) sticking into my lip for the past few years. Every time I brushed my teeth, that tooth would hurt whenever the brush touched it. Every time I washed my face, I couldn't wash my chin properly because the tooth would press against my lip more. I couldn't eat certain foods because of it.

In fact, one of the many dentists I saw told me that in his nineteen years of being a dentist, he had never seen a tooth like mine. Even so, the dentist never took it out and it's never been wobbly enough to pull it out. The past couple of days have been hell for me; I've barely eaten anything and it's been causing me agony. So last night I sat there in front of the laptop, twisting it and pulling it. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to the pain it's caused me recently. And then it came out. It feels really weird, because now I can feel how my front tooth on the bottom is slightly in front of the tooth next to it, which I've never been able to feel before ... but I'm so grateful it's out ^.^

So, on that personal but joyful note, I will leave you, because I'm out of things to say. I need to go write up a drabble, and then get back to photoediting. Have a nice night, people.

Keep blogging!

My Muse Has Gone on Holiday.

I'm having a lazy day today. It took me three and a half hours to write my dribble drabble, which was only 411 words, and I had no inspiration whatsoever - that includes for photoediting. I managed to make a few icons, but GIMP hated me and all the other ones I tried to make couldn't be seen well at a 100x100 scale. Argh! And, like I said, I have NO inspiration ... that includes for this blog. I've spent my day listening to McFLY, whom I used to love, and they're starting to grow on me again. They're not too bad. Danny was always my favourite when I was younger, but now, I love Dougie. Heehee. It's the side-fringe that won me over, I think. And his eyes. They're a really beautiful, capturing shade of blue. I could stare at them all day.

Anyway, here are the icons I managed to make...

I only like the first two, but hey ho, they're better than nothing. I got LOADS of stills from that second episode ... I only used four of them, one of which you can't even see because I made it too transparent (in the second Amy Pond one, with the transparent layers). Ugh. GIMP hates me, and my muse has gone on holiday without my permission.

On the bright side, I managed to find a stamp template on DeviantART, so I will eventually start making a variety of stamps, too! Which, hopefully, will be pretty fun. I've never tried to make a stamp before, but I've wanted to. Now I have the template, I'll be able to. Yay!

On that note, I'll leave you, because it's taken me half an hour to write this (Multitasking. As uninspired and lazy as I am, I'll always be able to do that), which is ridiculous, because there's hardly anything in this blog. Sorry about the shortness. Hopefully, if I get inspired enough, tomorrow's blog will be longer and more interesting.

So forgive me, my darling, we all have impossible dreams.

So, I was going to do a GMH-related post today because I think it's utterly adorable, but then I got a different idea and decided to do that instead. Good thing, too, because my friend Ellen ended up doing a GMH-related blog today. Great minds think alike, eh? Haha. So, yeah, kind of glad I decided against doing that today ... although, note, I will do a GMH blog eventually. It's just too cute to pass up.

I thought I might share with you some icons I made for the second episode of Doctor Who, but that plan has changed rather suddenly. I sat down at the laptop after dinner, at 6pm, and opened up BBC iPlayer ... I only just managed to finish watching the episode fifteen minutes ago, because my laptop hates me and decided to play up, meaning I had to close it down and start it up again at least five times ... and then BBC iPlayer was running slow and the sound was ahead of the picture, which was jumping randomly instead of playing smoothly. So it took three hours just to get the twelve stills I wanted, and I only have forty minutes until I have to turn the laptop off. I haven't turned them into icons yet, needless to say. Expect them in tomorrow's blog, because I should have them done by then ... along with a couple of ones from the first episode that I got the stills for but never got round to actually making. Sigh. Stressful business, people, stressful business.

So, now, onto the part of the blog that might interest you. It's not just going to be me rambling. Today, I paid a long overdue visit to Alex Day's site*, where we can listen to his music for free (this includes Chameleon Circuit, Parrot Stories and 117% Complete). Rather shockingly, I haven't been there for a month or two, and I was suffering from Alex Day nostalgia, so I went to his site and spent a good few hours listening to all of his music. What's the point in my Alex Day story?

Well, dear readers, it was one of his songs that inspired this blog! In fact, it's the song in the title. Impossible Dreams. It's a really beautiful song. Not only did it inspire today's blog, it also inspired my dribble drabble, which I posted on KWC hours and hours ago xD

We all have impossible dreams. We do, though, don't we? Like that kid from California who thinks he'll be able to climb Mount Everest now. Anyway, I thought I'd share with you some of my dreams ... that are impossible.

-- I really want a twin. I don't want a younger brother or sister... I want a twin.
-- I want straight teeth now. I don't want to wait for my baby teeth to fall out and my adult teeth to grow, and THEN wear braces and wait forever. Grr.
-- I want to call Jack but I lost his phone number and I have no credit on my phone anyway. I miss you, Jack!
-- I want to take photography seriously, but I don't have a decent digital camera.
-- I want to vlog! Like, really badly. But I don't have a video camera ... and I want to wait until I at least have my teeth in braces before I start that xD
-- I wish I could be the person everybody thinks that I'm not, surrender to an image until personality becomes lost**
-- I wish I was more confident with my creative work, like stories and photoediting.
-- I wish I could think of more impossible dreams, because I know there's more o.0

Oh well. I can't think of any more. Ha. So, what are your impossible dreams? Tell me in the comments!

*Don't know who Alex Day is? Well, he's nerimon on YouTube, an absolutely amazing singer/songwriter, and is signed to DFTBA Records. Check him out.
** Joke! I'm listening to Alex Day now, to get in the mood, and No Sacrifice started playing. Although it IS impossible for me to surrender to an image, it's not a dream of mine. Ha.

We'll run away together, we'll spend some time forever...

I've been a fan of Weezer for a while; I think they're music is great, really original, and each song is different. My current favourites are Island in the Sun, which was the song that introduced me to Weezer, and (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You Too. For the past couple of hours, I've been flicking through several Weezer videos on YouTube, and I can't believe I've never watched the Island In The Sun video. It's absolutely adorable. I can't not share it with you!



Awww. I love it. And, of course, I love the song.

Anyway, moving on... in the notebook I found, the next few pages consist of stuff that bores even me. Just silly little notes and doodles that no one really cares about. The next thing that really catches my interest is my record of Kingswood - an activity center thing in Norfolk that I went to with the school for a week in Year 4. However, it takes up twelve pages, so I feel like that should have a blog post of it's own. That being said, I'll share the Kingswood thing tomorrow, though most of you probably won't even bother to read it. After that, there's the beginning of a really freaky story, which I actually remember writing. Well, not writing, but I remember where I got the inspiration from. And that's the final thing in there, other than notes and doodles I've added within the past few days like a badly drawn Blossom (PPG FTW!) and my Saturday 10th April Dribble Drabble. Here's that story I was talking about. Because it's written in blue ink, I'm going to change the font colour xD

It all started when I sat by the window patiently waiting for the pensioner to come. Suddenly a car pulled up in the drive. A young lady with long, straight hair and blue eyes stepped out of the car. In her hand was a briefcase.

"What's that, Amanda?" said my little sister, Felicity. 


"Well-"


I was interrupted by my older sister, June. "It's just a lady, and in the briefcase it just has forms and stuff."


June was so annoying. She's 13, I'm 10 and Felicity is 4 but turning 5 next week. We're a very musical family. June plays the clarinet. I play the guitar. Felicity can't play an instrument yet but she wants to play the violin. Mum and dad play the piano. We have 2 cats, too. 


Me and my sisters crept downstairs and listened carefully.


"May I go to the toilet, please?" asked the lady politley. We shot upstairs and started pretending to play band. Then when the lady came up she kicked open the door with ropes, cloth and 3 sacks. She had a wicked grin on her face. She tied each of us up in a flash and gaged us. Then she chucked us in each of the bags then she went down the stairs and chucked us out the kitchen door. June fainted and Felicity was kicking and screaming but no-one came to rescue us. I figured anyone that came past wouldn't pay attention; people always avoided things they shouldn't. I was petrified. After a few minutes, I fainted, too. 


When I woke up I was in a rusty metal cage. Two cages sat next to me. It didn't take me long to relise what that lady was. She was a kidnapper! one of side of me through metal bars was Felicity. The other cage was empty. I heard Felicity whimpering. I reached to her through the cage to comfort her. As she calmed down I looked around the room. It was full of cages! A lot of them had children in. BANG! The door flung open. It was the lady. In her hand was June, held tight from the back of the next. She screamed to me, "Amanda!" She sounded surprised to see me. She was chucked into the cage next to me. "Amanda!" she screamed again, tears filling her eyes. "You're next!" she wailed. Suddenly, I felt someone crap me and pull me out of the case. I had been too busy listening to June I hadn't relized a ban has unlocked the case. Something caught my eye as I was dragged away. June was wearing rags and her arms were bright red!


I was pulled through to a room with a 'No Entry' sign on the door. I was so scared. I thought about what June said. "You're next." What did that mean? Inside the room there were rags of all sizes, whips, and even knives. The lady pushed me onto the table and locked me in the 'torture room'. She yelled through the keyhole, "Get changed into the clothes on the table or else you'll be stabbed!" I was close to fainting again. I changed quicker than lightning. She whipped my arms and the back of my legs before talking me back to the cage room, cackling, "Your little princess sister is next." I was horrified - Felicity struggles to get changed because of a problem in her legs! She might not make it!


And then it never got continued. Haha. I was such a freak O_O

On a finishing note, I've been reading through GMH and LGMH, and they are so cute and inspiring. You should definitely check them out. When you're feeling down, they really give you a boost. They're beautiful <3


See you tomorrow, bloggers (:

Star Whales Are Pwetty (:

So, this morning, I woke up and started writing my blog in my head, as I do. I was going to start it with "I'm really tired, grumpy and I genuinely feel like crap so forgive me if I'm not very enthusiastic today." This plan changed, however, when I went downstairs and my mum told me that - for a very late birthday present - she'd managed to get us tickets to a P!nk concert on the 29th June. Yes, it's a couple of months away, BUT I'M GOING TO SEE P!NK!!! Now, although I wouldn't consider her one of my "favourite artists", I do enjoy her music and I do think she is generally amazing. So, yes, after that, I was no longer grumpy. Although I am still tired and I do feel like crap (not in the "ill" way, in the "I dun wanna do anyf'ng todayyy I jus' wanna go back tah beeeddd*groan*" sort of way), this lightened my day a bit. Still, I didn't have enough inspiration to blog, so I decided to leave it until I was all hyped up after Doctor Who.

But before I go into that, I want to bore with why I'm so tired and feeling like crap. Last night, body and mind refused to rest. I was tired, I had finished my book, it was hot in my room (well, hotter than it usually is; I have a very cold bedroom), and I was restless. I finished reading my book at 11:35pm (see review hither), and I tried to go to sleep not long after that. After tossing and turning, and draining my water bottle*, I realised just how hot it was in my room. So at 12:50am - and don't ask me how the hell I remember the times - I climbed out of bed, crossed my room to get my blanket** and then returned to my bed. I'd like to point out that this is quite a feat, because when I'm tired, I can hardly be bothered to move into a more comfortable position, let alone get out of bed. An hour later and I was still awake, suffering from dehydration, hunger and an odd craving for custard creams (custard creams are the yummiest things ever ... and don't even have custard in, so I don't understand the name xD). I can't sleep when I'm hungry, so I went downstairs, refilled my water bottle, and helped myself to a chocolate bar (Chocolate helps me sleep). As for the custard creams ... they were the first things I ate this morning. Anyway, even after I'd gobbled and guzzled, I still couldn't sleep. I didn't want to start a new book because, not only would that mean leaving my bed for the third time, I also wanted to have the book I'd just read in the front of my mind to write the review. So I settled with doing a sudoku, which I made a dozen mistakes on due to my tiredness, and then, eventually, I managed to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 3:05am, but it took me a while to drift off after that, so I reckon it was about 3:30am-ish when I finally fell asleep. And that, readers, is the rather boring reason I'm tired and crappy-feeling (don't get enough sleep = feel like crap).

And alas, we've made a full circle. Here I am, after watching an amazing episode of Doctor Who which I won't spoil for you because the majority of the world's population live elsewhere, and won't have seen it yet (unless you're reading this a long time after I've posted, in which case, you most likely have seen it). First of all, I just want to say ... the Queen totally confused me. Until right at the end, I was completely baffled. Before she announced who she was, the way she was talking to the Doctor, I thought she was a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-(and several more greats) granddaughter of Martha and Mickey (who, as we saw in the New Years' episode, got together). Is it weird that I find the star whale really cute? My nan thought I was weird when I said "Awww" when we finally saw it at the end. Honestly, I think it was adorable. Not to mention, after years of torture, it still stayed when Amy pressed the button that let it go free. So it has a sweet personality. And, I can't hold this back - ANGSTY DOCTOR!!! Seriously. It was like he was PMT'ing. But his stressy attitude made me laugh.

I think Amy and the Doctor are going to end up together. As in, together together. Or at least to the stage where they fancy each other and it's so obvious but they never actually say it. Then Amy won't tell him about the wedding, and then at the end of the series, she's going to break his heart by telling him, and then they'll go back in time to this inevitable "tomorrow morning" and they'll say their heartfelt goodbyes and the Doctor will think he's travelling by himself again, only to be accompanied by a new companion in the series after this... Well, that's my prediction***. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this.

Well, that's all I've got to say. More of that childhood crap tomorrow ;D
Baiii :3

*You might laugh at the fact I take a bottle of water to bed... if I take a glass up, I'll have a permanently wet carpet; I'm always knocking things off of my bedside table while I'm asleep. Using a bottle means I won't step on soaking wet carpet every morning when I get out of bed.
**I realise I sound like a little kid. Stop laughing.
***Even though I think Matt Smith likes boys. See here and here for why I think that (For the second one, follow Matt's line of sight. Staring at the mouth is supposedly a sign of attraction).

My Childhood; Part Two

I have no willpower today. I practically forced myself to write today's Dribble Drabble, I still need to update fanfiction, and I can't be bothered to blog. But I'm forcing myself to, or else BEDA (BAEDA, more like, Steph) will be ruined, and so soon, too. I'm going to embarrass myself now with more things from that stupid little notebook. Oh, the joys. You're lucky that I have little dignity. Or else I would not be sharing this with you.

On Wednesday 11th August 2004 (I was such a specific little child, wasn't I?) Serena is going to take me out for lunch at 1 oclockpm. She is taking me down town for lunch on Wednesday (just covered that, lil me). Serena is the best babysitter in the whole world (It's true. She was). She makes brilliant things (She was very artistic). When she babysitted me at [address blocked] we had a great time making things. We have great time together.

So from what I can gather, I didn't reread what I'd written before writing, and I was very specific. I mean ... I'm still padantic NOW ... but not quite as much as I was when I was younger, it would seem xD I also had bad grammar... "babysitted" xD. The next few pages are filled with bad drawings of cats, frogs and rabbits xD
And then...

I was away for a week because I had Tonnsilittes. On Monday I went to school but on tuesday I went to the doctors and the doctor said I had Tonnsilittes and I had to stay off school for the rest of the week. I was sick twise on Tuesday and I Didn't want to go and do the shopping with my nanny, my mummy and sophie. On Wednesday I watched fairly odd parents and spongebob squarepants and

I can't make out what I said here. The handwriting is too scruffy. I suffered from tonsillitus a lot when I was younger; this was nothing new. Apparently, in boredom, I wrote journal entries. Because, just like now, I really had nothing better to do xD On the next page, there's this creepy short story that I can't read very well due to the hundreds of spelling mistakes, but from what I can make out, it's about a girl who can turn into a snake and likes to suck peoples blood. Lovely.

And then... and then... proof that even at the age of seven, I was a Potter fan! Granted, I hadn't read the books at that age, but I was obsessed with the movies! Now, by this point, only the first three movies had come out, and I wrote a factfile. Haha xD

28th November 2004            Harry potter information
1. Harry Potter wears glasses
2. Hermione granger secretly has a timeturner that was given to her by proffeser migonagall
3. Ronald Weasleys rat who actually apears to be peter petegrew is always getting lost
4. Harry potter is in great great danger
5. Hermione Granger loves school
6. Ronald Weasley is terrified of spiders
7. all three of them are best friends

THE END!!!

What I find amusing is that I could spell 'terrified', but not 'appears' xD And I couldn't spell McGonagall because I had never read the books, so I only had the pronounciation to go by. Don't blame my seven year old self xD Then we just have some timestables, and then a story that never got finished...

On November 5th a fire started at Shannon [last name blocked] house, the number and street is [address blocked]. The fire men couldn't stop the fire it was that great. We asked Shannon if she could tell us how the fire started. "I don't know, it's true, I was in my room and my mum shouted FIRE!" said Shannon quite quietly. Later on, the house was smashed into pieces. The Next day We asked Shannons mum is she could tell us how the fire started. "I left the oven on but I didn't mean to!" said Shannon's mum

And then it ended. My younger self had a tendency to start things and never finish them. And to use people I know as characters. This Shannon girl used to be my best friend. We were inseperable ... until we went to Secondary school, where we drifted (but we're still friends). The address I blocked was actually my old school's address, so apparently I wanted Shannon to live at school xD

Let's see ... more timestables, handwriting practises, a game of hangman, noughts and crosses.... ah, Vocabulary Thingy. I'll save that for tomorrow's blog, eh?

Speaking of tomorrow... second episode of Doctor Who, at 6:15PM, BBC1! I'm so excited! Are you? You should be, because Doctor Who is awesome. (:

← I had to live in that for a few days. That's the "spare room" I mentioned. I pressed myself right up against the wall/door, with the handle jabbing my side, to take this picture, and still, you can't see the floor space between the wall and the foot of the bed. Even so, there isn't much of it, so what does it really matter? xD It's tiny, and a deathtrap. I sustained so many injuries in that room; I kept hitting myself and knocking into things xD

Anyway, bye for now (: