2nd October 2007

The New Terrorist Threat

Well, it’s not every day you’re walking home from school and you see someone zooming down the road on a quadbike, with a bandana over their head, a scarf over their mouth and massive visor-type sunglasses on. How completely un-inconspicuous is that?

4th October 2007

Take me back in time…

… on the Wayback Machine. I’ve been snooping around my old site, Twiskers.net. The domain expired a few days ago, actually. I just thought I’d look at the stuff I wrote in my blog (around February 2005) which got me into huge trouble at school, when a nosy so-and-so of a teacher went and saw it (remember: you’re not Inspector Morse, just a teacher. Ten bloody points for searching my name on Google. It’s not that hard). I also found some poorly designed “graphics” containing dolls and the like. I’ve certainly come a long way since 2004, that’s for sure.

Ah well, it’s back to procrastinating and painting a massive Union Flag on my art folder while listening to some rock’n'roll for me.

9th October 2007

To whom it may concern…

Why do you think I didn’t choose Physical Education as an option for my GCSEs? Could you possibly take a guess? Maybe it’s because I have no interest whatsoever in the intellectualisation of exercise. Maybe it’s because I do not wish to be forced into some kind of rigorous training programme which involves swimming (!!!) and long distance running (!!!!!!). At the moment I am not writing an English essay, which I should be writing, because I am ranting about the fact that you’re taking PE too seriously. I believe the reason it is compulsory in England to do at least one hour of PE per week in school, is because we need exercise. Not because we need to sit around talking about nothing. I’d much rather be outside playing netball, than inside having a test on the seven things we need for a balanced diet. We cover that in Biology, thank you. I’m not even taking an exam in PE and will not leave school with a GCSE in the subject. Your paperwork is pointless. Please stop before you force me into doing something silly (cough) like scribbling all over it.
Signed,
Infuriated Student.

14th October 2007

The most hilarious thing ever.

Edit: It turns out the person in question hired a designer who then ripped my layout and… sold it to him I guess. I’m glad this was resolved in such a mature way. You can check out this thread on Snark if you want to see what happened.
I want to hunt down the designer now… What kind of person rips a fourteen year-old’s layout and puts it on a porn site. And charges someone for it. Ah well, it made my week much more interesting (ICT and English coursework ftw).

20th October 2007

Happy Birthday to Nick…

It is Nick Hodgson’s 30th birthday!
See, about half an hour ago, he was 29. Now, a 14 year-old and a 29 year-old sounds bad enough already. But 14 and 30? Eeeew.
Ah, I still love him. I will marry him, then use him to seduce Ricky and commit bigamy. Of course, Nick wouldn’t be seducing Ricky. Nick would just be my means of getting to Ricky. Although maybe Nick seducing Ricky would work too. And then I jump in at the last minute and say “gtfo Nick!” And…
… this is turning into some strange form of slash/fan fiction. Like “you-think-it’s-going-to-be-slash-fiction-and-then-Tish-marries-Ricky” fiction. Hmm, OK, I’m going to spew out a load of keywords for Google now: kaiser chiefs slash fiction nick ricky tish cough teh lulz. (:
I put up a new layout. The other one was really really bugging me. You know when you look at something for too long and it starts looking ugly? It was like that. Except I can stare at Ricky and Nick forever and they are both still the most attractive specimens of the male gender that I know.
Maybe this layout will be a Ricky. Or a Nick.

24th October 2007

Cats talk in their sleep

They really do. Spider slept on a beanbag in my bed last night, and just as I was about to fall asleep he starts talking to himself. Obviously not in English, but cat language. It was something like “muh muh mow maah [pause] mowwww [purr] mah-owww [snort]”. I was trying not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. He opened one eye and looked at me sarcastically, and then rolled over, went to sleep and continued to make one-sided cat-conversation with himself.
Cats are truly wonderful.

28th October 2007

This is the Modern Way…

… you’re born, you enjoy life for about ten years, without any worries or stress, then you enter secondary school. You’re suddenly hit with a load of homework and the ever looming threat of detention. And when you thought it couldn’t get any worse (although it really isn’t that bad) you enter year ten. You’re faced with coursework, that actually goes to your final grade for subjects, and then you realise that you can’t just sit around procrastinating and drinking tea and get away with it. You actually have to do something. Because it matters. It matters because you have to get qualifications, go to university, get a job, make money, pay bills and pay tax just so your life is bearable. All that work just to exist. Then you have to find time to live. Is it really worth it? Just existing?

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