2nd September 2007
Oh yay.
Back to school in two days.
After three years of messing about, not doing any work and swearing at teachers behind their backs, I have to actually get down to business and be serious. Guaranteed, I will burst out laughing in the middle of one of their “this is serious” assemblies. I don’t want to grow up. Yet I feel myself getting older and older as time passes me by.
I will have to make new friends, as we are getting mixed up for lessons this year. In other schools I think you get mixed from the start, but not us. Up until year ten, we have lessons in the same form, with the exception of ICT and D&T where we the forms are split into halves.
I guess I’m kind of excited to see all my friends again, but I really don’t want to have to do any work. I like lazy time. Oh well, roll on November 26th, I’m going to see the Kaiser Chiefs! I’m already excited. I wish Ricky would crowd surf so I could touch him at least. I don’t think he will though, the stage is too far away from the crowd at the NIA (or so I’ve been told). I can’t believe it. I’ll actually see them all, real, alive, in the flesh. I want to touch Nick’s hair, damnit 
Right, so I’ve wandered off into another topic as usual. I’m currently sitting at my laptop with a jar of Nutella, drowning my sorrows in it. I might get a cup of tea actually. Here I am, wandering again. My mind is in no state to return to the (run by hypocritical fascists) institute of learning. I can’t spell, I can’t write legibly, I can’t add and I can’t think in a straight line. In the words of the Beatles: help! :S :rawr:
3rd September 2007
Go me!
Well, a while ago (not that long ago actually), I entered Sugar’s art competition to design an anti-bullying poster. I just got a call saying that I’m one of the two runners up and that I’ve won £50!
Apart from being shortlisted in the Birmingham “Belonging” art competition and winning £25 (two years ago), I’ve never won anything before. I’m ecstatic. If they don’t mention me in an assembly at school I’ll throw a strop. All they ever care about is science and sport usually. As for the £50 - think hairspray, black skinny jeans and converse that actually fit me. And maybe some Kaiser Chiefs memorabilia Bah, I dress like such an emo kid.
Half the girls in England buy that magazine, I swear. And my name and face will be in it. Ha bloody ha to all those people who bullied me in primary school I can’t wait to go back to school now. I’m famous!
Aand if you don’t believe me: click here.
5th September 2007
Ahoy there
It’s currently 9:27am and I’m leaving for school at 10:10. We only have to be in at 11:25 because of all the little year sevens who get to go in early. Aww.
I couldn’t get up this morning. 8am has to be the earliest I’ve woken up all holiday. And now I feel like such a lazy arse. Let’s see what I’ve accomplished during my holiday, in order:
- I got into the final six for the SUSO art competition
- I had my birthday! 14 grand years old. I feel wise.
- Had £100 from my granddad and spent it on clothes… and hairspray
- Got my hair cut
- Went to the Apple store to buy my shiny MacBook!
- Went to Teen Culture (snore) and raved like a lunatic
- Watched everyone else go on holiday
- Didn’t go to Holland
- Got asked by everyone: “why would you want to go to Holland?” - I was born there
- Got bored and registered thecatmafia.net because it became possible
- Wrote an essay on censorship because I felt like it (see Goodies section)
- Bought shoes for school
- Found out I was the runner up in the art competition and won £50
- Got pins and needles from sitting awkwardly on my bed with my laptop
No holiday affairs or interesting things like that here. Although, I suppose I’ve done a fair bit in six weeks. I went in with 13 years of age, came out with 14, a MacBook, a haircut, new clothes, a domain name and £50. I guess I did pretty good, huh?
Off to school now, if I can find my (non-existent) tie. No, I don’t wear a tie, I’m just confusing myself. I can’t spell either. Girls’ grammar schools really take their toll on your sanity, you know (:
11th September 2007
I can’t think of a title.
Is my site just too awesome? Is that why nobody is reviewing it on YS.nu?
Go on (:
I wont bore you with the details of my first few days back at school. Basically, we’re all mixed up for lessons now, and we have some new teachers. One teacher I’ve had for two years already, and I’ve only just realised that she has a Yorkshire accent. And another teacher looks like action man and sounds like Tony Blair. Hilarious, I know.
Oh yeah, and how the hell do you get to my site by searching “emo clothes for cats”? Haha.
Who would search that anyway?
Is there someone, somewhere, dressing their cat up in black and sticking safety pins through its ears as we speak?
Deary me.
14th September 2007
Feeling useful and smart today.
I feel useful.
Search “display 10 links from blogroll randomly” on Google. My tutorial/guide is on the first page. And I got two hits from that search.
I stalk stats.
My blog inspiration has obviously taken a dip recently. School is sucking out all my life force and throwing my lifeless, cold body into a state of mental slumber. That has to be the most confusing and I-do-not-understand-what-I-just-wrote sentence I have written today. In other news, my new least favourite lesson is art (shocking, huh?), I now enjoy writing history essays (ha, as if I didn’t before), and I actually understand English. I also understand the ins and outs of graphical inequalities, and I know what total internal reflection is.
My physics teacher drew a diagram of the Earth with a phone mast on it, to show how the Earth gets in the way of microwaves. I courteously pointed out that had that been real, said mast would have been about 500 miles high. He went to Oxford as well. Ha ha.
I know it was only a diagram. But 500 miles, for christ’s sake…
Tish: smart arse.
17th September 2007
Orange hair and burning test tubes.
On Saturday, I went to the Bullring. Y’know, the place in Birmingham, big shiny buildings, lots of tourists… etc. I walked around for a bit and went to the Oasis (punk/rock/emo/whatever type clothes place) and saw some orange hair dye. I said to my friend “I’ll look like Hayley Williams from Paramore if I dye my hair orange”. I was joking initially, and then she gave me the “I dare you” look. And lo, I dyed my hair orange.
It looks pretty cool.
Pictures? Yes, of course, you want pictures. Duh.
I look a bit like a box of tic-tacs with that orange hair and those green eyes.
I still find that amusing, even though I’ve told that to about fifty people who don’t find it funny at all (:
And in case you were wondering, my hair was blonde
We were breaking down long chain hydrocarbons (whatever that means) in chemistry today, and we were reacting paraffin with something. There was a crack in our boiling tube and the (highly flammable) gas we were making (by heating the mixture over a Bunsen burner flame) escaped. You can probably guess what happened next. Test tube on fire. I actually thought it was hilarious. We shouted to the teacher “MISS THE TEST TUBE’S ON FIRE” but she ignored us. Some teacher, eh? We blew the fire out (somehow) and about five minutes later she came up to us and said “did you say your test tube was on fire?” Reminds me of that episode of the IT crowd with the fire, and Moss sends an email to someone instead of calling 999.
I also got my SATs results back for English, Maths and Science. All level seven (the highest), with the exception of English Reading, which I got level six in. My overall English level was still seven, though.
I plan on changing the layout sometime. I have a design, but all my patterns, styles and shapes that I made for this layout (which I want to use) are cached in Photoshop CS3, which won’t load anymore because the trial has run out. Meh.
22nd September 2007
Dark - Take 2: yarr!
I had another go at the dark layout thing. And I think I finally pulled it off! *insert wild grin here*
I went for a piratey theme this time. No more rainbow and grey for me. I think I’ve run out of luck with that one. I’ve practically exhausted every possible idea that you can do for a rainbow and gray layout. I must now move on, into a world of darkness. And treasure. Lots of shiny treasure. Not to mention cats with bandanas and eyepatches.
I got bored in history (shockhorror!) and started drawing a cat on the back of one of my sheets, which later became pirate cat. I was in my room, staring at Jack Sparrow, who is positioned nicely on one of my walls, and all of a sudden, inspiration struck me. Pirate! Pirate layout! Piratey colours! Oooh!
It was from then on that I forgot about my ICT coursework and opened Photoshop CS3.
I haven’t even finished it yet, but I thought I’d post about it anyway. The other one was getting on my nerves. It got uglier every time I looked at it. I have an acute sense of perfectionism, which is really annoying. It leads to feelings of inadequacy, which leads to more perfectionism, which leads to never getting anything done, which leads to sleeping more (somehow).
So, yarr me hearties or narr walk the plank? And what on earth else should I put in my columned footer of ultimate piratey pwnfulness?
23rd September 2007
Now available in fat free
Edit: I just had to document this little snippet of my stupidity, from an MSN conversation:
Tish 21:27 haha microsoft comes up as a spelling mistake on my mac
Tish 21:28:07 cause it spell checks everything you write
Tish 21:28:10 apple doesnt
Tish 21:28:15 well duh tish, apple is a word
Tish 21:28:22 -_-
I’ve gone on a pedantic optimisation spree - and I can gladly report that this front page alone weighs just 40kb. Yes, that’s right folks - a measly 40kb. I wish I could say the same for myself - I weigh about 60kg. I really need to go about trying to convert kilograms to kilobytes, don’t I? I should have a go at that, actually. I should even write a PHP script and put a converter up. The only problem being - I’m not a l33t PHP ninja
I’ve added a tag cloud to the footer, and I took away the buttons. They were piling on the pounds/bytes/whatever and they were kind of superfluous, really. I still need ideas on what else I’m going to add. Maybe a piratey cat quote rotation. Yarr me hearties, yo ho ho and a bottle of milk. That wasn’t funny, but whatever
Now, out of cyberspace and back into real life: I’ve decided I want to play drums properly. Of course, a drum kit costs about £250 - and I wont be able to practice in my own garage/house/room since it’s very noisy. I already play guitar and a sufficient amount of keyboard; I just really like making noise on drums. I have quite a good sense of rhythm, but as anyone who has ever tried to play drums will know, bringing a foot (or two) into something really throws it all off. I’m pretty sure I can get used to it, though. I prefer drums over guitar because I have very short, weak fingers, which means after more than two or three minutes of playing something that involves a lot of moving around, my hand becomes inundated in lactic acid - you know, the stuff that makes your legs feel like they’re burning in agony when you run for too long. I’m also quite clumsy with my fingers, so I always end up hitting the wrong notes or fretting the wrong string.
Next layout idea: cat on a drum kit (:
26th September 2007
I am old.
It is only when you see two people younger than you engaging in activity of the snogging type, and feel disgusted, that you realise how old you really are. Or maybe people are just growing up too fast. Especially when you knew one of the people when they were about eleven, and you feel like a parent whose watched their child grow up and become a hormonal teenager.
Finally, I understand my parents.
I have reached enlightenment.