I'm tired, I'm lazy, but I want to blog about France before all the clear memories fade. However, I can't be bothered to give a detailed blog on France, so I'm going to bullet point the Top Five best things about France, and the Top Five worst things about France. Yes, it was an amazing experience; I'm just too exhausted to tell you all about it. I'll picture-spam you later, because I don't have enough time now.
Top Five Best Things
- The journey went a lot quicker than I expected it to, and the train was awesome.
- I sat in 3B on the coach, while a boy called Maxim sat in 4C. So he was diagonally behind me, making it easy for us to talk to each other. I heard him sing the line, "Wake up in the morning," and instinctively, I sing, "Feeling like Winehouse," expecting him to say "P Diddy" but not caring. But no. He said Winehouse, too. We looked at each other, grinned, and carried on singing. Grab my breezer, I'm out the door, I'm gonna be really loud. By this point, Jess heard us, and she joined in, too. I don't care who I piss off, yeah, I'm a real big sinner. Sometimes I eat my dessert before my dinner. We sung all the way to the end, I said "I love Midnight Beast!" and after one more grin, conversation/singing ended. TMB FTW!*
- Sam and I spent the journey from the train to St. Omer (the village we went to), trying to get pictures of the speed signs. You may think "What the hell?!" at this, but they measure in kmph, while we measure in mph. So instead of saying "60" on the signs, it was saying "110". We found this hilarious - imagine a speed limit of 110mph! Ha! ... Yeah, it was funnier at the time. We didn't manage to get a picture though.
- The church we went to and walked around and stuff was completely gorgeous.
- A woman insulted Abby in French, and we have no idea what she said. I only knew it was insult from her tone of voice. Excellence!
Top Five Worst Things
- Deckel couldn't come! He didn't have his NHIC, so he wouldn't have been able to get on the coach. Awhhh.
- The croissants taste better in the school canteen than they do in France. That makes no sense.
- Abby was there. Enough said.
- Rosie, Caitlin, and Hiral made us miss the train back to England, so we had to sit in a hot, stuffy coach for ages, waiting for the next one. Silly girls.
- St Omer is a relatively dull place, with nothing particularly special about it except the beautiful church.
And now I have to go. Keep blogging!
*The song was Tik Tok by The Midnight Beast, a parody of Ke$ha's Tik Tok. It's a brilliant song, and if you hadn't heard it, I highly suggest you check it out.
Monday 28 June 2010
Saturday 26 June 2010
The Fans Who Waited
WARNING: DOCTOR WHO SPOILERS
I tried so hard not to cry because my grandparents were in the room, but I admit, I teared up a little. Thankfully, neither of them noticed. This episode was beautiful and imaginative and really something. It was really well-thought out, and it shows just how much thought went into the series, how it all tied together and everything. I loved how things from previous episodes linked into the last one, especially when the Doctor said "Gotcha" (this scene from the The Beast Below, anyone?), and this part.
I love the way the Doctor jumped through time and told Roman Rory what to do, and then later on, we got to see what went on in the other end. I thought it was a really amazing touch. I also love how they managed to keep so much of it a secret until it was necessary to announce it.
The idea was generally one of their better ones, and a lot of the quotes made me smile, especially the one about Rory being "The Boy Who Waited" - I just loved how the Doctor made Amy and Rory sound connected, as Amy is already well-known as "The Girl Who Waited".
Amy is an amazing character, and I've expressed my love for her many times. When my friend asked "If you were gay, and you choose any girl to be your girlfriend, who would it be?" I didn't hesitate in replying Amy Pond. And I'm serious. She's an amazing companion, better than any I've seen so far. She's so quirky and arrogant, so smart and witty, so funny, so ginger. I love her to pieces. I don't think they could have casted her better, either. Karen Gillan is a gorgeous, intelligent, amazing actress.
Rory is adorable. I admit, I was iffy about him at first, but when I realised he was going to be around for more than one episode, he grew on me. He's that typical, clumsy, shy boy who has a heart too big for his body and never really knows what's going on. Adorable, utter adorable. I love how he waited an entire 2,000 years for Amy while she was in the Pandorica, saving her from harm, posing as a guard in the museum to keep an eye on her and everything. Amy/Rory is The Couple That Waited.
River, I'm not actually keen on. Maybe that's because I feel like she's trying to take the Doctor away from Amy, maybe because she's forcing the Doctor to know who she is before he's meant to meet her, maybe it's because she's just too damn interfering. But I'm not keen on her. Sure, if she waited until her time to meet the Doctor and become his companion, I'd probably like her. Maybe I will, in that near future she's always on about.
Now, onto the most important character of the series. Number Eleven. I had high hopes for the Raggedy Doctor, and he met them. When he joined Doctor Who, he had pretty big shoes to fill - David Tennant left a massive expectation amongst all Whovians, and Matt Smith had to meet that. I think he did. While he had Number Ten's eccentric attitude and witty remarks, he was clumsy and he didn't always know what to do. He made mistakes, his plans failed, he wasn't always cocky and arrogant, he didn't try to hide his fear. And I love that about him. Yes, I loved #10's arrogance and perfection, but I didn't want #11 to be a carbon copy of him. I wanted differences, but similarities, and that's exactly what I got. Matt Smith is an amazing actor, and I adore him to pieces.
At the end of the start of the finale (last week's episode), I was mind boggled. I had no idea how they'd continue it with Amy dead, the Doctor trapped, and River about to be blown up. But it all pieced together, and my theory was wrong (Churchill, the Bloody Queen, Van Gogh, and everyone, was going to band together to save them xD), but that's alright because the actual ending was better.
I love how they twisted the "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." wedding rhyme to fit the TARDIS, and I honestly didn't make the connection until right before the TARDIS appeared, when Amy was screaming for him to come back because she remembered. It was genius.
So, another amazing series is over, and I'm glad that no one has left (although I'll be honest, I expected someone to die). And, as I just said to Ellen on Twitter, we will have to follow Amy and Rory's examples, and be The Fans Who Waited. No Doctor Who until Christmas!
I tried so hard not to cry because my grandparents were in the room, but I admit, I teared up a little. Thankfully, neither of them noticed. This episode was beautiful and imaginative and really something. It was really well-thought out, and it shows just how much thought went into the series, how it all tied together and everything. I loved how things from previous episodes linked into the last one, especially when the Doctor said "Gotcha" (this scene from the The Beast Below, anyone?), and this part.
I love the way the Doctor jumped through time and told Roman Rory what to do, and then later on, we got to see what went on in the other end. I thought it was a really amazing touch. I also love how they managed to keep so much of it a secret until it was necessary to announce it.
The idea was generally one of their better ones, and a lot of the quotes made me smile, especially the one about Rory being "The Boy Who Waited" - I just loved how the Doctor made Amy and Rory sound connected, as Amy is already well-known as "The Girl Who Waited".
Amy is an amazing character, and I've expressed my love for her many times. When my friend asked "If you were gay, and you choose any girl to be your girlfriend, who would it be?" I didn't hesitate in replying Amy Pond. And I'm serious. She's an amazing companion, better than any I've seen so far. She's so quirky and arrogant, so smart and witty, so funny, so ginger. I love her to pieces. I don't think they could have casted her better, either. Karen Gillan is a gorgeous, intelligent, amazing actress.
Rory is adorable. I admit, I was iffy about him at first, but when I realised he was going to be around for more than one episode, he grew on me. He's that typical, clumsy, shy boy who has a heart too big for his body and never really knows what's going on. Adorable, utter adorable. I love how he waited an entire 2,000 years for Amy while she was in the Pandorica, saving her from harm, posing as a guard in the museum to keep an eye on her and everything. Amy/Rory is The Couple That Waited.
River, I'm not actually keen on. Maybe that's because I feel like she's trying to take the Doctor away from Amy, maybe because she's forcing the Doctor to know who she is before he's meant to meet her, maybe it's because she's just too damn interfering. But I'm not keen on her. Sure, if she waited until her time to meet the Doctor and become his companion, I'd probably like her. Maybe I will, in that near future she's always on about.
Now, onto the most important character of the series. Number Eleven. I had high hopes for the Raggedy Doctor, and he met them. When he joined Doctor Who, he had pretty big shoes to fill - David Tennant left a massive expectation amongst all Whovians, and Matt Smith had to meet that. I think he did. While he had Number Ten's eccentric attitude and witty remarks, he was clumsy and he didn't always know what to do. He made mistakes, his plans failed, he wasn't always cocky and arrogant, he didn't try to hide his fear. And I love that about him. Yes, I loved #10's arrogance and perfection, but I didn't want #11 to be a carbon copy of him. I wanted differences, but similarities, and that's exactly what I got. Matt Smith is an amazing actor, and I adore him to pieces.
At the end of the start of the finale (last week's episode), I was mind boggled. I had no idea how they'd continue it with Amy dead, the Doctor trapped, and River about to be blown up. But it all pieced together, and my theory was wrong (Churchill, the Bloody Queen, Van Gogh, and everyone, was going to band together to save them xD), but that's alright because the actual ending was better.
I love how they twisted the "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." wedding rhyme to fit the TARDIS, and I honestly didn't make the connection until right before the TARDIS appeared, when Amy was screaming for him to come back because she remembered. It was genius.
So, another amazing series is over, and I'm glad that no one has left (although I'll be honest, I expected someone to die). And, as I just said to Ellen on Twitter, we will have to follow Amy and Rory's examples, and be The Fans Who Waited. No Doctor Who until Christmas!
Quickie.
This is just something I'm posting really quickly before Doctor Who (which I wouldn't miss for the world). Ellen posted this video in her blog, and I fell in love with it. I actually recognised more songs than I thought I would, and it's really creative.
In honour of the Doctor Who finale, I finally got round to putting up my massive Doctor Who poster, which I'll take a picture of and post later, along with a DW Series 5 blog. I'm going to be working on DW icons throughout the entire series for a fair bit of time over the next week, so expect updates on that.
I'm going to blog about my time in France with pictures in a seperate blog post tonight, as well, so keep an eye out for that.
And also, I've been completely neglecting my Book Count blog, so I need to go and update that ASAP.
I'm also going to create a Summer Playlist, which will be completely pointless, but I'll do it anyway. I also want to share with you stuff from AW, MLIA, FML, GMH, LMGH, and SBS, so ... yeah. I have a lot of things planned!
And, tomorrow, I'm going to the Pink concert, so you'll get pictures and a blog about that some time next week, too.
Like I said, just a quick update before Doctor Who, which I'm going downstairs to watch now. Excited? Very. Sad? Yes. Curious? Definitely.
Keep blogging!
In honour of the Doctor Who finale, I finally got round to putting up my massive Doctor Who poster, which I'll take a picture of and post later, along with a DW Series 5 blog. I'm going to be working on DW icons throughout the entire series for a fair bit of time over the next week, so expect updates on that.
I'm going to blog about my time in France with pictures in a seperate blog post tonight, as well, so keep an eye out for that.
And also, I've been completely neglecting my Book Count blog, so I need to go and update that ASAP.
I'm also going to create a Summer Playlist, which will be completely pointless, but I'll do it anyway. I also want to share with you stuff from AW, MLIA, FML, GMH, LMGH, and SBS, so ... yeah. I have a lot of things planned!
And, tomorrow, I'm going to the Pink concert, so you'll get pictures and a blog about that some time next week, too.
Like I said, just a quick update before Doctor Who, which I'm going downstairs to watch now. Excited? Very. Sad? Yes. Curious? Definitely.
Keep blogging!
Wednesday 23 June 2010
Pointlessness.
Unless I somehow find the energy to pull myself out of bed on Saturday and type an entire blog about France, you won't get another blog from me until next week. Again, I have a fair few things to talk about, so I'll do the number thing. Again.
1. You should have already noticed ... I changed my header picture. I didn't like the old one, and I didn't expect to keep it for so long... so now you can have a picture of my eyes staring you down. My eyelashes look really long at the corners. Weird.
2. My #3 in my last blog told you I'd hurt my thumb in Tech last week. Yesterday, we were doing practical Tech, and I was close to tears in pain. In the end, my Tech teacher did most of my work. I love that woman. It doesn't hurt much now, though, so that's good.
3. I've been working my butt off today trying to solve this problem I have and finish a design for something I can't tell you about ... yet. You may or may not remember me mentioning a "secret project" quite a while back... yeah, I was working on that. Don't badger me into telling you - all will be revealed once it's complete. If I can get it to work. Stupid thing.
4. Besides that, I've been making a lot of signature banners. My favourites?
Whoa, I just noticed this now, and I find it pretty freaky: Each one contains a different main character for the Nickelodeon show H20: Just Add Water (one of my favourite shows when I was younger). I knew I was using the actors, but I didn't realise my favourites included one of each. Heh. Coincidences = <3
5. I'm writing this at 11:20pm while concentrating on other things, so I keep forgetting what I was going to write. Hmph. Memory of a goldfish.
6. I've been getting better at posting on my Dailybooth. Not terrific, yet, but I posted yesterday and today, so it's going somewhere!
7. Speaking of pictures and stuff, I'm going to have loads of pictures from France and the Pink concert, so I might make two blogs: one of pictures, one of my rambling about what a great experience it was. Heh. ;D
8. I take up way too many challenges on HPFC, and I am way too addicted to drabble collabs. Doh.
Keep blogging!
... This was pointless.
1. You should have already noticed ... I changed my header picture. I didn't like the old one, and I didn't expect to keep it for so long... so now you can have a picture of my eyes staring you down. My eyelashes look really long at the corners. Weird.
2. My #3 in my last blog told you I'd hurt my thumb in Tech last week. Yesterday, we were doing practical Tech, and I was close to tears in pain. In the end, my Tech teacher did most of my work. I love that woman. It doesn't hurt much now, though, so that's good.
3. I've been working my butt off today trying to solve this problem I have and finish a design for something I can't tell you about ... yet. You may or may not remember me mentioning a "secret project" quite a while back... yeah, I was working on that. Don't badger me into telling you - all will be revealed once it's complete. If I can get it to work. Stupid thing.
4. Besides that, I've been making a lot of signature banners. My favourites?
5. I'm writing this at 11:20pm while concentrating on other things, so I keep forgetting what I was going to write. Hmph. Memory of a goldfish.
6. I've been getting better at posting on my Dailybooth. Not terrific, yet, but I posted yesterday and today, so it's going somewhere!
7. Speaking of pictures and stuff, I'm going to have loads of pictures from France and the Pink concert, so I might make two blogs: one of pictures, one of my rambling about what a great experience it was. Heh. ;D
8. I take up way too many challenges on HPFC, and I am way too addicted to drabble collabs. Doh.
Keep blogging!
... This was pointless.
Friday 18 June 2010
Shush Girl, Shut Yo' Lips.
Note to self: Never ever ever put off a blog post because you're too tired. The pile of things to say just builds up and up and up, until it's ridiculous. Don't put off Dailybooth, either, because you're meant to post a picture a day. Not every four days, with pictures from three days ago that you were too damn lazy to upload. Understand? Good.
Since there are quite a few things I want to cover, I'm gonna use numbers.
1. I went on a Science trip on Wednesday, to Bradwell Abbey, for Chemistry at Work. It was exclusive to Science Set One, and there were only a dozen places or so, so we had to leave some of our friends behind at school. It was pretty good - some parts were boring, other parts were really interesting, and it was better than spending a day at school doing Science with The Viper* and Athletics in PE. We learned about several different things, experienced various explosions including a giant fireball that nearly hit my friends and I**, we found out how fingerprints/DNA tests work, and I held a piece of Mars in my hand. We watched eagerly and squeamishly as someone cut another staff member's arm open using only dyed bread dough and fake blood (click here to see picture). We screamed at loud explosions, and laughed over how one room smelled like dentists when we entered, and burnt crumpets when we left.
There were a few other schools there, too, and one of them made me squeal like the silly fangirl I am. They have four Houses, and each House has a different colour (their ties are striped that colour, and their school badge is in that colour) - Red, green, yellow and blue. I strongly believe they were Hogwarts students, pretending to be Muggles to mingle in with the Muggle world.
2. Yesterday, I went to the dentist. Now, before I start my story, I'm going to say straight out that I hate the dentist. My teeth are honestly more mucked up than anyone's I've ever met; even one of the many dentists I've seen said that some of my teeth are at angles he's never seen (and he's worked for years). I've been dragged all around the country to various dentists for various check-ups and examinations. I can't get braces until all of my stubborn baby teeth have fallen out. And then they lost my paperwork. All of it. So now we have to start from scratch. Idiots.
So, anyway, I went to dentist yesterday, and the lady - Anna - poked around in my mouth, as they do. I have a baby tooth that's extremely loose. and my adult tooth has grown beneath it, flattened by the baby tooth. The gum has gotten inside the baby tooth, making it impossible to pull out. Despite my protests, Anna said she could pull that out there and then by hand, and my mum urged her to do it. She put numbing cream on my gum, and then tugged at my tooth after a few minutes. It hurt like hell. Every part of my mouth was numb except for my gum, my tooth didn't come out, and I was in severe pain for at least an hour afterwards. I wouldn't open my mouth after that. I even cried, that's how bad it was.
"How long will the numbing cream last?" I asked after she'd finished examining my mum (we made a group appointment), and we were about to leave.
"Only an hour or so, darling," Anna replied. It lasted around three to four hours. Hmph.
3. On Tuesday (I know, jumping back in time), I hurt my thumb in Tech. We were doing woodwork, sawing to be exact, and we had to hold the block of wood against this thing to keep it straight while sawing. I pulled a muscle from that, somehow. It hurt on Tuesday, then I didn't really feel much on Wednesday, but since then, it's been killing me. I keep moving my thumb in ways it doesn't like, and the amount of times I've shouted "Ouch!" (more in surprise at the pain rather than the pain itself) in class over the past couple of days is ridiculous. It huuuurts.
4. I got super worried today. My phone is my baby*** - it's lasted two and a half years, and it only messed up once (within the first year of it's life, it was my fault, and it was easily fixed) since I got it. Today, a friend from school was trying to Bluetooth a song to me, and it wouldn't work. Bare in mind, this was in the middle of class, so we were being careful not to get caught. I gave her my phone so I could concentrate on the work while she messed around with Bluetooth and whatnot. When I got my phone back, it kept freezing and not working and stuff. I freaked out. I had pictures and songs on there that I haven't saved to my laptop! I didn't want them to disappear!
After spending the entire day sulking over "my poor baby's death", doing whatever I could think of to save it, I only realised what the problem could be once I'd gotten home. My phone has a very small memory, and I finally realised that the memory must have been getting full. So I deleted pictures I didn't want/need any more, songs I always skip over or grew bored of. And now it works! Yay me.
5. Next weekend is going to be a very stressful, sleep-deprived, time. On Thursday, I'm doing local fieldwork for Geography Shine Day at school. On Friday, I'm going to France for the other Shine Day. It's over five hours drive there, and another five+ hours back. The coach leaves at 5.45am. We get back at around 8pm. Saturday will be my "homework and nap frequently day", and then I'll sleep through most of Sunday, but I'm going to P!nk concert in the afternoon. It's an Alton Towers, which is two and a half hours drive from where I live, and another two and a half hours drive back. Lots of travelling, lots of screaming, lots of firsts. Friday will be my first time abroad, and Pink will be my first concert.
Now, in a previous blog, I said that I was disappointed because I wasn't going to France. As you can guess, things have changed. My friend, Kelly, couldn't go even though she was one of the people who got in, and so the teachers allowed me to take her place at last minute. So I'm in. I'm going to France! Expect a blog about that next Saturday, if I can find the energy. If not, you'll get one some time later that week.
6. "Shush girl, shut yo' lips. Do the hellerkeller and talk with yo' hips." I've had that line playing round and round in my head all day today, and it's driving me nuts. 3OH!3, I don't even like you - take your own advice and SHUT YO' LIPS!
I know there was more I wanted to cover, but I've gone blank. I've got a Dailybooth account now, so go check that out, yeah? And sign up, if you want. It's awesome (:
Keep blogging!
Since there are quite a few things I want to cover, I'm gonna use numbers.
1. I went on a Science trip on Wednesday, to Bradwell Abbey, for Chemistry at Work. It was exclusive to Science Set One, and there were only a dozen places or so, so we had to leave some of our friends behind at school. It was pretty good - some parts were boring, other parts were really interesting, and it was better than spending a day at school doing Science with The Viper* and Athletics in PE. We learned about several different things, experienced various explosions including a giant fireball that nearly hit my friends and I**, we found out how fingerprints/DNA tests work, and I held a piece of Mars in my hand. We watched eagerly and squeamishly as someone cut another staff member's arm open using only dyed bread dough and fake blood (click here to see picture). We screamed at loud explosions, and laughed over how one room smelled like dentists when we entered, and burnt crumpets when we left.
There were a few other schools there, too, and one of them made me squeal like the silly fangirl I am. They have four Houses, and each House has a different colour (their ties are striped that colour, and their school badge is in that colour) - Red, green, yellow and blue. I strongly believe they were Hogwarts students, pretending to be Muggles to mingle in with the Muggle world.
2. Yesterday, I went to the dentist. Now, before I start my story, I'm going to say straight out that I hate the dentist. My teeth are honestly more mucked up than anyone's I've ever met; even one of the many dentists I've seen said that some of my teeth are at angles he's never seen (and he's worked for years). I've been dragged all around the country to various dentists for various check-ups and examinations. I can't get braces until all of my stubborn baby teeth have fallen out. And then they lost my paperwork. All of it. So now we have to start from scratch. Idiots.
So, anyway, I went to dentist yesterday, and the lady - Anna - poked around in my mouth, as they do. I have a baby tooth that's extremely loose. and my adult tooth has grown beneath it, flattened by the baby tooth. The gum has gotten inside the baby tooth, making it impossible to pull out. Despite my protests, Anna said she could pull that out there and then by hand, and my mum urged her to do it. She put numbing cream on my gum, and then tugged at my tooth after a few minutes. It hurt like hell. Every part of my mouth was numb except for my gum, my tooth didn't come out, and I was in severe pain for at least an hour afterwards. I wouldn't open my mouth after that. I even cried, that's how bad it was.
"How long will the numbing cream last?" I asked after she'd finished examining my mum (we made a group appointment), and we were about to leave.
"Only an hour or so, darling," Anna replied. It lasted around three to four hours. Hmph.
3. On Tuesday (I know, jumping back in time), I hurt my thumb in Tech. We were doing woodwork, sawing to be exact, and we had to hold the block of wood against this thing to keep it straight while sawing. I pulled a muscle from that, somehow. It hurt on Tuesday, then I didn't really feel much on Wednesday, but since then, it's been killing me. I keep moving my thumb in ways it doesn't like, and the amount of times I've shouted "Ouch!" (more in surprise at the pain rather than the pain itself) in class over the past couple of days is ridiculous. It huuuurts.
4. I got super worried today. My phone is my baby*** - it's lasted two and a half years, and it only messed up once (within the first year of it's life, it was my fault, and it was easily fixed) since I got it. Today, a friend from school was trying to Bluetooth a song to me, and it wouldn't work. Bare in mind, this was in the middle of class, so we were being careful not to get caught. I gave her my phone so I could concentrate on the work while she messed around with Bluetooth and whatnot. When I got my phone back, it kept freezing and not working and stuff. I freaked out. I had pictures and songs on there that I haven't saved to my laptop! I didn't want them to disappear!
After spending the entire day sulking over "my poor baby's death", doing whatever I could think of to save it, I only realised what the problem could be once I'd gotten home. My phone has a very small memory, and I finally realised that the memory must have been getting full. So I deleted pictures I didn't want/need any more, songs I always skip over or grew bored of. And now it works! Yay me.
5. Next weekend is going to be a very stressful, sleep-deprived, time. On Thursday, I'm doing local fieldwork for Geography Shine Day at school. On Friday, I'm going to France for the other Shine Day. It's over five hours drive there, and another five+ hours back. The coach leaves at 5.45am. We get back at around 8pm. Saturday will be my "homework and nap frequently day", and then I'll sleep through most of Sunday, but I'm going to P!nk concert in the afternoon. It's an Alton Towers, which is two and a half hours drive from where I live, and another two and a half hours drive back. Lots of travelling, lots of screaming, lots of firsts. Friday will be my first time abroad, and Pink will be my first concert.
Now, in a previous blog, I said that I was disappointed because I wasn't going to France. As you can guess, things have changed. My friend, Kelly, couldn't go even though she was one of the people who got in, and so the teachers allowed me to take her place at last minute. So I'm in. I'm going to France! Expect a blog about that next Saturday, if I can find the energy. If not, you'll get one some time later that week.
6. "Shush girl, shut yo' lips. Do the hellerkeller and talk with yo' hips." I've had that line playing round and round in my head all day today, and it's driving me nuts. 3OH!3, I don't even like you - take your own advice and SHUT YO' LIPS!
I know there was more I wanted to cover, but I've gone blank. I've got a Dailybooth account now, so go check that out, yeah? And sign up, if you want. It's awesome (:
Keep blogging!
Monday 14 June 2010
Pondering
Firstly, I am writing this on my new Netbook, and I love it! But anyway...
So, I have an idea. I'm thinking of starting a "Creative Writing Tips" blog, where - like the title suggests - I give tips on creative writing. I'm following a couple of blogs that do the same thing, but they hardly ever post and I get bored just waiting around. So I decided that, hey, I could start one! It would also save me having to explain speech tags and such when I'm giving concrit.
I can just say "look [here], [here], and [here] for more detailed information on these subjects!"
No, I won't. I'll still probably go into detailed explanations again and again and again. I always do. It's who I am.
But anyway... I'd love for your feedback. Do you like this idea? Would you follow the blog? Do you think, honestly now, that I'd be able to do it? Also, I'm unsure of what to call it.
It's not something I'm going to rush into and regret later; I'm going to think about it for a while before I consider making a move, but I do genuinely like the idea. I have to think over it, think of a decent name, create a decent design, consider how long I should wait between each post - things like that. It'll be fun, but depending on time, it could also feel like a chore. I know with the Dribble Drabble challenge, I enjoyed it so much but some days, I just couldn't be bothered. I don't want this to feel the same.
So, yeah. Leave a comment with your opinion; it'll be muchly appreciated.
Oh, and before I go.... I did this photomanipulation last night, and I'm really proud of it. The girls and the field were borrowed from here, and the noose from here.
Keep blogging!
So, I have an idea. I'm thinking of starting a "Creative Writing Tips" blog, where - like the title suggests - I give tips on creative writing. I'm following a couple of blogs that do the same thing, but they hardly ever post and I get bored just waiting around. So I decided that, hey, I could start one! It would also save me having to explain speech tags and such when I'm giving concrit.
I can just say "look [here], [here], and [here] for more detailed information on these subjects!"
No, I won't. I'll still probably go into detailed explanations again and again and again. I always do. It's who I am.
But anyway... I'd love for your feedback. Do you like this idea? Would you follow the blog? Do you think, honestly now, that I'd be able to do it? Also, I'm unsure of what to call it.
It's not something I'm going to rush into and regret later; I'm going to think about it for a while before I consider making a move, but I do genuinely like the idea. I have to think over it, think of a decent name, create a decent design, consider how long I should wait between each post - things like that. It'll be fun, but depending on time, it could also feel like a chore. I know with the Dribble Drabble challenge, I enjoyed it so much but some days, I just couldn't be bothered. I don't want this to feel the same.
So, yeah. Leave a comment with your opinion; it'll be muchly appreciated.
Oh, and before I go.... I did this photomanipulation last night, and I'm really proud of it. The girls and the field were borrowed from here, and the noose from here.
Please note that the noose isn't stock.
The photographer is a friend of mine (Hey Katie!) and she granted me permission to use it. If you wish to use it in your own photomanipulation, you'll have to ask her.
Keep blogging!
Thursday 10 June 2010
Kristina Horner
If you don't know who Kristina Horner is, she's a vlogger/singer/songwriter/writer/Potternerd, and she's one of my idols. She's part of ALL CAPS, along with Luke Conard, and she's part of a Wrock band - the Parselmouths - with her friend Eia. She's an amazing person, and I honestly do look up to her.
I was listening to Delete You by ALL CAPS, and I noticed that she sung part of Happy - a song Luke wrote last year after a painful break-up, that made it onto their latest album, Bmin/E. Naturally, I tweeted about it.
I didn't think anything of it. I always tweet about ALL CAPS and my little discoveries, like just a few hours before I tweeted about how the last four tags in the Can't video on Youtube are "SWORD FIGHTS PWN NOOBS".
So then I signed off, went to bed, yadayada. In the morning, I checked my Twitter as usual. I wasn't feeling too great because I had a dream that reminded me of an old friend whom I haven't spoken to in almost a year, and the second top TT on Twitter was #OurFriendshipEndedWhen (which is still trending second now), which only made me feel worse. And the computer was slow, so I was feeling annoyed at that. And then I saw it, as I was scrolling through all the tweets I'd missed while sleeping. An @reply.
Not only did I mentally fangirl-squeal from excitement (my grandparents were in the room; they think I'm weird enough as it is, so I bit it back), but I felt super proud of myself for noticing something that not many people have/no one has noticed, and that no one has pointed out before. But still... she replied to me! She is, for all extents and purposes, a celebrity in my eyes. A YouTube star, most definitely. But she's such an inspiration, so determined, funny, and genuine. I was super excited that she'd replied to me.
I've been dying for the past eleven hours, because I've had no one to tell. My only Nerdfighter friend who likes/has listened to ALL CAPS is Jess, and she's ill, so I couldn't even squeal about it to her. Even online, I'm not friends with Nerdfighters*. I've met people online who DFTBA, but we've never talked much, and we're not friends. And so I decided to squeal about it to you, lovely readers. I've been whinging so much lately, I decided to show you that I'm not just some depressed emo who cries herself to sleep every night.
So, that's exciting. For me. You probably don't care. Oh, and I'm getting a Netbook on Sundayyyyyyyyyy. So that's exciting, too. For me. You probably don't care. But I don't care that you don't care. I'm telling you anyway. So ha.
Kristina's Twitter
Kristina's YouTube
Kristina's Blog
Kristina's DeviantART
Kristina's Dailybooth
Luke's Twitter
Luke's YouTube
Luke's Dailybooth
ALLCAPS's Twitter
ALLCAPS's YouTube
ALLCAPS's site
I strongly suggest you check out that last link, if none other, and listen to their music. You can listen to both albums, Songs in the Key of Email and Bmin/E, for free on there, so really, I do suggest checking that out. Now I've officially link-spammed you, I'm gonna go. Keep blogging!
*EDIT: Ellen's a Nerdfighter, but I don't know if she likes ALL CAPS. Ellen, if you're reading this, do you?
I was listening to Delete You by ALL CAPS, and I noticed that she sung part of Happy - a song Luke wrote last year after a painful break-up, that made it onto their latest album, Bmin/E. Naturally, I tweeted about it.
I didn't think anything of it. I always tweet about ALL CAPS and my little discoveries, like just a few hours before I tweeted about how the last four tags in the Can't video on Youtube are "SWORD FIGHTS PWN NOOBS".
So then I signed off, went to bed, yadayada. In the morning, I checked my Twitter as usual. I wasn't feeling too great because I had a dream that reminded me of an old friend whom I haven't spoken to in almost a year, and the second top TT on Twitter was #OurFriendshipEndedWhen (which is still trending second now), which only made me feel worse. And the computer was slow, so I was feeling annoyed at that. And then I saw it, as I was scrolling through all the tweets I'd missed while sleeping. An @reply.
Not only did I mentally fangirl-squeal from excitement (my grandparents were in the room; they think I'm weird enough as it is, so I bit it back), but I felt super proud of myself for noticing something that not many people have/no one has noticed, and that no one has pointed out before. But still... she replied to me! She is, for all extents and purposes, a celebrity in my eyes. A YouTube star, most definitely. But she's such an inspiration, so determined, funny, and genuine. I was super excited that she'd replied to me.
I've been dying for the past eleven hours, because I've had no one to tell. My only Nerdfighter friend who likes/has listened to ALL CAPS is Jess, and she's ill, so I couldn't even squeal about it to her. Even online, I'm not friends with Nerdfighters*. I've met people online who DFTBA, but we've never talked much, and we're not friends. And so I decided to squeal about it to you, lovely readers. I've been whinging so much lately, I decided to show you that I'm not just some depressed emo who cries herself to sleep every night.
So, that's exciting. For me. You probably don't care. Oh, and I'm getting a Netbook on Sundayyyyyyyyyy. So that's exciting, too. For me. You probably don't care. But I don't care that you don't care. I'm telling you anyway. So ha.
Kristina's Twitter
Kristina's YouTube
Kristina's Blog
Kristina's DeviantART
Kristina's Dailybooth
Luke's Twitter
Luke's YouTube
Luke's Dailybooth
ALLCAPS's Twitter
ALLCAPS's YouTube
ALLCAPS's site
I strongly suggest you check out that last link, if none other, and listen to their music. You can listen to both albums, Songs in the Key of Email and Bmin/E, for free on there, so really, I do suggest checking that out. Now I've officially link-spammed you, I'm gonna go. Keep blogging!
*EDIT: Ellen's a Nerdfighter, but I don't know if she likes ALL CAPS. Ellen, if you're reading this, do you?
Wednesday 9 June 2010
Stress
I've been really stressed lately, for no apparent reason. I've been snappy at school, and even my not-so-close friends are noticing I'm not myself (which is honestly a shocker; they never notice anything). I don't know ... I have nothing in my life to make me stressed. Exams aren't for another two weeks, and I don't usually get stressed over exams anyway (Hell, I don't even revise for half of my subjects... just a quick glance in my book the night before). My friend might be moving half way across the country, but that's not a reason to get stressed - upset, yes, but not stressed. Everyone's obsessed with who I fancy (no one, but the list of rumoured crushes I have is ridiculous), which is a reason to get annoyed, not stressed. We're not getting excessive homework - but even the simple bits make me want to cry and crawl into a corner to avoid them - and I'm not struggling in lessons.
I haven't had a period for three months, now, so it can't be PMT playing with my emotions (although truthfully, I don't get PMT much), and there's nothing bad going on at home. My granddad's recovered from his operation wonderfully - too fast, if you ask me - and I haven't fallen out with anyone. I got an amazing school report, and Mum and I are looking for a new laptop since mine keeps breaking. I'm going to a Pink concert at the end of the month that I should be excited for, and I am, but not as excited as I should be. I'm going on a trip with nine people from Science Set One later this month. It's my best friend's birthday this Sunday, for God's sake. I didn't get into the France Shine Day trip, but I'm not fussed, because I'd rather stay at school and do the European Day with Mitch than go to France with Abby (yeah, so Jess and Kelly are going, to, but Abby drives me up the wall).
I've been writing a lot in my notebooks, starting projects that I probably wouldn't have started for a while if the laptop hadn't broken, and I get inspired really easily now. I've been reading a bit, mainly the Philosopher's Stone, which I'm reading for the Book Club on HPFC, and I've even starting playing Guardian's Crusade* on the Playstation 2, which I hadn't played for so long that I had to wipe the dust out of the controller to play it.
I should be happy, jumping off the walls with excitement, eagerly staring at my calendar as the days dwindle past, wishing it would hurry up. But I'm not. I'm always tired, I zone out and forget things way more than usual, I can't even be bothered to read much (and I'm reading the Harry Potter series, and the Alex Rider series, for God's sake! Two amazing series! I should be glued to those books!). I have tons of ideas bouncing around my head, but I have no energy to put half of them on paper. I snap at people, I get headaches easily, I complain more often, and I just want to crawl into bed.
And I don't know why.
Now, I have Art homework to complete for tomorrow that I've been putting off for ages, so I'd better get on with that. Keep blogging!
P.S. I found this on dA, and it made me smile... so I thought I'd share it. Click here to see it, I'm having trouble getting it to show on the blog, so I'm linking it in instead.
*it's a PS1 game, but it's easily one of my favourites - no matter how many times I re-start it, it never gets boring, even though I easily understand the opening demo scene (which tells the story without actually telling it) from the amount of times I've finished the game. I can't say the same for any other game, except Kingdom Hearts.
I haven't had a period for three months, now, so it can't be PMT playing with my emotions (although truthfully, I don't get PMT much), and there's nothing bad going on at home. My granddad's recovered from his operation wonderfully - too fast, if you ask me - and I haven't fallen out with anyone. I got an amazing school report, and Mum and I are looking for a new laptop since mine keeps breaking. I'm going to a Pink concert at the end of the month that I should be excited for, and I am, but not as excited as I should be. I'm going on a trip with nine people from Science Set One later this month. It's my best friend's birthday this Sunday, for God's sake. I didn't get into the France Shine Day trip, but I'm not fussed, because I'd rather stay at school and do the European Day with Mitch than go to France with Abby (yeah, so Jess and Kelly are going, to, but Abby drives me up the wall).
I've been writing a lot in my notebooks, starting projects that I probably wouldn't have started for a while if the laptop hadn't broken, and I get inspired really easily now. I've been reading a bit, mainly the Philosopher's Stone, which I'm reading for the Book Club on HPFC, and I've even starting playing Guardian's Crusade* on the Playstation 2, which I hadn't played for so long that I had to wipe the dust out of the controller to play it.
I should be happy, jumping off the walls with excitement, eagerly staring at my calendar as the days dwindle past, wishing it would hurry up. But I'm not. I'm always tired, I zone out and forget things way more than usual, I can't even be bothered to read much (and I'm reading the Harry Potter series, and the Alex Rider series, for God's sake! Two amazing series! I should be glued to those books!). I have tons of ideas bouncing around my head, but I have no energy to put half of them on paper. I snap at people, I get headaches easily, I complain more often, and I just want to crawl into bed.
And I don't know why.
Now, I have Art homework to complete for tomorrow that I've been putting off for ages, so I'd better get on with that. Keep blogging!
P.S. I found this on dA, and it made me smile... so I thought I'd share it. Click here to see it, I'm having trouble getting it to show on the blog, so I'm linking it in instead.
*it's a PS1 game, but it's easily one of my favourites - no matter how many times I re-start it, it never gets boring, even though I easily understand the opening demo scene (which tells the story without actually telling it) from the amount of times I've finished the game. I can't say the same for any other game, except Kingdom Hearts.
Sunday 6 June 2010
Stereotypical Teenager Alert.
My laptop has broken again, so you probably won't be hearing much from me until I get a new one. Yes, I'm getting a new one. This is the last straw; I refuse to put up with it again. I don't want to send it in for repair; it'll just break a few months later, and cost us more money. Strategically, it'll be cheaper to buy a new laptop of better quality than to pay for my crap one to be repaired every other month.
I'm not in the brightest of moods, either. I've been feeling like crap for the past few days, tired and headache-y and just generally yuck. So that sucks. On top of that, I finally - after a week - moved back into my room. I'd been putting it off because my family left my room in a tip (thanks for that, guys), the spare room's bed is comfier, and it doesn't squeak every time I move an inch. If the room was bigger, I'd happily make that my bedroom, but it's not big enough to permanently sleep there. There's no way I'd fit my stuff in there, and I don't have that much stuff (compared to some people). So anyway, I'd been putting that off, but I finally decided to do that today for lack of anything better to do.
It was honestly like sorting out three rooms. I had shift all my stuff out of the spare room, swap round the bed covers and pillows (For some reason, I don't sleep well on pillows that other people have slept on), move one of the quilts back into the spare room (a double bed quilt, no less) that one of them had used to sleep on to make it comfier, arrange everything back to how it should be because they'd moved all my books around and stuff, and generally tidy up. They'd left beakers of water on my desk, dirty towels on the hooks on my door, empty crisp packets here and there. If I'd left that mess at their house, they'd be phoning up and complaining. And they call themselves clean freaks.
So, the "three bedroom" stages are: moving everything in and out of the spare room; cleaning my bedroom; unpacking everything in my bedroom. The heat and "crap feeling" didn't help. And I couldn't even relax on my bed, because it's too uncomfortable, so I was laying on the floor, listening to my music, when my mum comes in. She wanted me to sort out my underwear drawer. Naturally, as I lay exhausted and sweaty, I complained. So she decided to do it for me to shut me up. She threw out all my old socks, put in my new ones, and I didn't pay much attention to her muttering so I didn't know what she was doing. Now, this might sound silly, but my underwear drawer is kept tidy. The knickers go in one place of the drawer, my bras another, and my socks another. So I when I reached in blindly after my shower, it's needless to say that I was confused when I pulled out a pair of bed socks instead of knickers. So then, still in my towel, I had to rearrange my underwear drawer to how it should be, so I don't end up putting bras on my feet in the morning or whatever.
I'm sorry for coming across as the spoiled kid who never has to do anything around the house and complains at the thought of having to raise a finger, because that's not who I am. True, I don't do much around the house, but with three more able adults, most of the responsibility gets thrown onto them. But I clear the draining board every morning, I make cups of tea/coffee, I stay out of the way as much as possible ... I even cook dinner on occasion (chicken risotto; it's the only "meal" I can cook). But I don't clean my room unless we have family round because my mum couldn't care less, or make my bed, or make sure all my clean clothes are put in the wardrobe/drawers and all my dirty clothes get put in the washing basket. I don't find space for new books in my bookcase, I let them pile up on my desk. I don't make sure all my school books go on my desk (though I try) after school every day, some of them get scattered around my room. I don't always do my homework on time, and I do leave it until the last minute*, but that's just me being a stereotypical teenager.
And, being a teenager, I complain. Of course I'm going to complain. My back aches, I don't feel well, I'm being forced to move out of the comfier bed because I can't continue sleeping there, and I have to clean up other people's mess in my own room - of course I'm going to complain.
And the fact that my laptop has broken, so I can't do half the stuff or spend half the time I usually spend online, just makes me grumpier. I can't go on KWC, because the family computer doesn't like Zetaboards. I can't spend long on FF.net, because it makes the family computer slower. I can't write on the computer, or edit stories on my USB, because a) my family don't know I write fanfiction and b) the family computer uses MS Word, while all my documents are saved to OpenOffice. I can't make banners/icons/etc., because the family computer doesn't have any editing programs on it, and I don't want them asking questions if I did download one. I've been scribbling away in my notebook throughout most of today, along with reading, but I'm restricted as to what I write on paper. I don't want to write slash or romance on paper, because my mum will wonder why the hell her thirteen year old daughter is writing about that kind of thing if she finds it, and I'm super paranoid about that kind of thing. And I can't even post what I write on FF.net unless I get some time home alone, because my family will see the notebook - naturally - and put their noses in it.
So I'm laptop-less, I'm Zetaboards-less, I'm moody, I'm stressed, and I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow after a week of half-term break. ALSO, I missed Doctor Who on Saturday, and finding a decent time for me to watch it online is going to be really hard because three of us use this computer, and will want to use it while I'm trying to catch up (Although, I could always pop round Jess's and watch it on her Sky+).
On the bright side, though (and the optimistic quarter of me says there's always a bright side), I'm reading Harry Potter again, I have Vampire Knight merch, I'm going to get a debit card within the next couple of days so I'll have more freedom with money (even though I'll hardly ever use it; I still have birthday money left, and it's been five months since my birthday), I can fit into my new "super skinny"** jeans, and I'll get to see all my friends tomorrow.
Now, my grandparents are pressuring me off of the computer because it's 10pm. Sigh. This'll sound really selfish, but I hate sharing a computer. I don't even get a chance to proofread this, so it'll probably be full of typos. Rooaarr. Night everyone.
Keep blogging!
*As it stands, I have homework due for tomorrow that I haven't done yet.
**And super stretchy, mind.
I'm not in the brightest of moods, either. I've been feeling like crap for the past few days, tired and headache-y and just generally yuck. So that sucks. On top of that, I finally - after a week - moved back into my room. I'd been putting it off because my family left my room in a tip (thanks for that, guys), the spare room's bed is comfier, and it doesn't squeak every time I move an inch. If the room was bigger, I'd happily make that my bedroom, but it's not big enough to permanently sleep there. There's no way I'd fit my stuff in there, and I don't have that much stuff (compared to some people). So anyway, I'd been putting that off, but I finally decided to do that today for lack of anything better to do.
It was honestly like sorting out three rooms. I had shift all my stuff out of the spare room, swap round the bed covers and pillows (For some reason, I don't sleep well on pillows that other people have slept on), move one of the quilts back into the spare room (a double bed quilt, no less) that one of them had used to sleep on to make it comfier, arrange everything back to how it should be because they'd moved all my books around and stuff, and generally tidy up. They'd left beakers of water on my desk, dirty towels on the hooks on my door, empty crisp packets here and there. If I'd left that mess at their house, they'd be phoning up and complaining. And they call themselves clean freaks.
So, the "three bedroom" stages are: moving everything in and out of the spare room; cleaning my bedroom; unpacking everything in my bedroom. The heat and "crap feeling" didn't help. And I couldn't even relax on my bed, because it's too uncomfortable, so I was laying on the floor, listening to my music, when my mum comes in. She wanted me to sort out my underwear drawer. Naturally, as I lay exhausted and sweaty, I complained. So she decided to do it for me to shut me up. She threw out all my old socks, put in my new ones, and I didn't pay much attention to her muttering so I didn't know what she was doing. Now, this might sound silly, but my underwear drawer is kept tidy. The knickers go in one place of the drawer, my bras another, and my socks another. So I when I reached in blindly after my shower, it's needless to say that I was confused when I pulled out a pair of bed socks instead of knickers. So then, still in my towel, I had to rearrange my underwear drawer to how it should be, so I don't end up putting bras on my feet in the morning or whatever.
I'm sorry for coming across as the spoiled kid who never has to do anything around the house and complains at the thought of having to raise a finger, because that's not who I am. True, I don't do much around the house, but with three more able adults, most of the responsibility gets thrown onto them. But I clear the draining board every morning, I make cups of tea/coffee, I stay out of the way as much as possible ... I even cook dinner on occasion (chicken risotto; it's the only "meal" I can cook). But I don't clean my room unless we have family round because my mum couldn't care less, or make my bed, or make sure all my clean clothes are put in the wardrobe/drawers and all my dirty clothes get put in the washing basket. I don't find space for new books in my bookcase, I let them pile up on my desk. I don't make sure all my school books go on my desk (though I try) after school every day, some of them get scattered around my room. I don't always do my homework on time, and I do leave it until the last minute*, but that's just me being a stereotypical teenager.
And, being a teenager, I complain. Of course I'm going to complain. My back aches, I don't feel well, I'm being forced to move out of the comfier bed because I can't continue sleeping there, and I have to clean up other people's mess in my own room - of course I'm going to complain.
And the fact that my laptop has broken, so I can't do half the stuff or spend half the time I usually spend online, just makes me grumpier. I can't go on KWC, because the family computer doesn't like Zetaboards. I can't spend long on FF.net, because it makes the family computer slower. I can't write on the computer, or edit stories on my USB, because a) my family don't know I write fanfiction and b) the family computer uses MS Word, while all my documents are saved to OpenOffice. I can't make banners/icons/etc., because the family computer doesn't have any editing programs on it, and I don't want them asking questions if I did download one. I've been scribbling away in my notebook throughout most of today, along with reading, but I'm restricted as to what I write on paper. I don't want to write slash or romance on paper, because my mum will wonder why the hell her thirteen year old daughter is writing about that kind of thing if she finds it, and I'm super paranoid about that kind of thing. And I can't even post what I write on FF.net unless I get some time home alone, because my family will see the notebook - naturally - and put their noses in it.
So I'm laptop-less, I'm Zetaboards-less, I'm moody, I'm stressed, and I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow after a week of half-term break. ALSO, I missed Doctor Who on Saturday, and finding a decent time for me to watch it online is going to be really hard because three of us use this computer, and will want to use it while I'm trying to catch up (Although, I could always pop round Jess's and watch it on her Sky+).
On the bright side, though (and the optimistic quarter of me says there's always a bright side), I'm reading Harry Potter again, I have Vampire Knight merch, I'm going to get a debit card within the next couple of days so I'll have more freedom with money (even though I'll hardly ever use it; I still have birthday money left, and it's been five months since my birthday), I can fit into my new "super skinny"** jeans, and I'll get to see all my friends tomorrow.
Now, my grandparents are pressuring me off of the computer because it's 10pm. Sigh. This'll sound really selfish, but I hate sharing a computer. I don't even get a chance to proofread this, so it'll probably be full of typos. Rooaarr. Night everyone.
Keep blogging!
*As it stands, I have homework due for tomorrow that I haven't done yet.
**And super stretchy, mind.
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