Lucky Friday 13th November 14, 2009

I just read on another blog that less accidents happen on Friday 13th then any other day. I doubt this means that Friday 13th is lucky though, it’s probably just the fact that everyone thinks something bad is going to happen and are therefore more careful.

Personally? I find Friday 13th very lucky. My birthday is on the 13th, so every now and again, it’s on a Friday. Why would I ruin such a day by believing that soem terrible callamity will happen?

Yesterday, for instance, was great. In RE we just watched The Island, because we’re learning about cloning. My friend who is in the parallel class did the same, but it was because he accidentally gave their books to the Year 7s or something, so I was just expecting to do more boring work. It’s an okay movie, good enough to not fall asleep. If we never finish it in class (the amount of times I’ve watched the beginning of Shrek or Cars when it’s nearly Christmas) I might actually consider renting it to finish it.

That’s not the best though…

Music November 13, 2009

Have you ever been in a remotely similiar situation as this? For example, where you’re talking with someone you’ve just met and you get your iPod out, and so you ask them what kind of music they like. And they reply, “oh, lots. I like lots of different genres”. You give them your iPod, and they hate every single fricking song.

I honestly love all kinds of music. I’ve been getting into gothic metal (Evanescence, Within Temptation) over the past year, and I’ve also really liked stuff like Linkin Park, System of a Down etc. Nu Metal, I think the genre is?

Now, I’m starting to like British rap. There’s just something that I absolutely love about the London accent that rappers like Dizzee Rascal have. I pick up that accent really easily, I end up using it when I meet my second cousin.. I don’t really like any other rap, except for Eminem. His songs are actually entertaining y’know? You don’t have to be really into rap to enjoy them. Click more, for the music videos etc.

Google searches November 12, 2009

So, it’s probably last year’s ‘thing’, but I’ve just discovered funny google suggestions. I always discover stuff like this late. It was only at the beginning of the summer that I first heard a ‘That’s What She Said’ joke.

I was in a rather boring ‘learning the ropes’ lesson in CLAIT + on Excel. I use excel alot for my budgets, and I used to do CLAIT + excersices in Year 8 for excel.

So I just ended up doing my old trick of turning my screen slightly away from the teacher, and having an excel document open whilst I surfed the web.

I go on the site I-Am-Bored a lot, and they had this post, finding ‘why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea’. So I found that, though for me it only works by typing ‘why won’t my pa’ into the search bar.

I managed to spend the half of the lesson (the first half was a guitar lesson and the excel explanation) googling well used beginning os phrases, eg. Why does, Why have I, Why should I etc. It’s so fun, I’m addicted!

Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging: The Movie November 11, 2009

So this has been the latest movie watching by me, courtesy of LoveFilm. I wasn’t entirely sure of what to expect really. I’ve read some of the books, and they were very funny. They were literally ‘laugh out loud’.

But the film was a bit weird. It didn’t portray the English weather very well, except for one rainy scene. But it’s meant to be rainy because it’s a sad scene. So it doesn’t count.

It was weird hearing all of the ‘Ace Gang’ lingo. It’s like how the write in magazines. That kind of ‘over the top girly’ language is fine on paper, but it just sounds cheesy when you say it. So the acting seemed a bit weird because of it. It almost felt like it belonged int he 90s, even though I was very sheltered during that decade so I don’t have a proper idea about what it was like. Then again, aren’t the books based on Louise Rennison’s actual diaries?

Putting all that aside, the guys in it were FIT.

I also recognised some of the actors. Like, the Dad (who was meant to hurt is foot from a geyser or something?) is that guy on QI. Robbie was in the TV series that played every afternoon for what felt like forever, called Feather Boy. I’m so certain he played the bully. I’ll check it out on Youtube, and Wikipedia.

Overall, I didn’t like the film that much. You don’t notice it as much in the books, but Georgia is a pretty big b*tch. Seriously, when I was 14 I knew better then that. And somehow everyone had huge colourful houses? Though they all seemed to go to the Private School. It was kind of like the ideal seaside town.

Prom, hmmm November 11, 2009

So, it’s my last year at my school, and we have a prom. (Though I find it a bit of an American rip-off). I’m not too sure about it, I can just tell I’ll end up nervously standing there, and eating food. Yum. Though all I have to go on this, are old school discos I went to when I was like, 10 years old.

So this lunchtime I was in the media room, furiously searching the internet for help with this Grade 5 Music Theory. It was kind of manic. My friend Chantelle was going around turning people’s computers off for the beginning (as someone of our ‘mature’ age does). I was just sat there chatting with this guy called Jack. Here’s the general (not direct quotes) transcript of what happened: (Starting with Jack)

“So, are you planning on going to the prom?”

“Errrr, I’m not sure, only if I have someone to go with, otherwise I won’t bother, it’s just that-”

“Well, do you want to go to the prom with me?”

“Yeah That would be cool”

And that, is how it happened. Not the smoothest. But the best asking out I’ve ever had (though we’re technically not going out, at the moment it’s just a prom thing).

I’ve just been talking with my friend on the old Facebook, and apparently he was ogling at me.

It’s just a bit confusing, he wasn’t too chatty on the Facebook chat. But we’ve got martial arts tomorrow so I can always hang out then, see what’s happening.

Even though this blog is pretty much about me, my life, and my ramblings. This post just makes me feel a tad bit obsessed. *confused look*

Braces? November 10, 2009

So, for the last month or two, I’ve had a dilemma hanging over my head. To have braces, or not to have braces.

I’ve already had a ‘functional appliance’, which was one of those huge metal things that somehow manages to fit in you mouth. Somehow Orthodontists have found whatever power Mary Poppins has over that bag of hers. However they did it, they fixed my over-bite.

And now I’m allowed to have train track braces. Just to properly straighten them up. This is why I love the NHS, and why I can’t understand the reasons for Republicans hating on such an idea. My teeth are pretty straight, they’re nothing like that classic image of teeth growing out in every other direction. Not like ‘The Big Book of British Teeth’ that appeared in an episode of The Simpsons once. But they could be straighter.

So the pros are:

• Really, really straight teeth
• It’s FREE (I ♥ NHS)
• Having good teeth makes your ‘bite’ better, which makes for better teeth
• My friends (one of whom has had braces) said I should. Plus my Grandma

And the cons are:

• Sore teeth, the general discomfort of braces
• Having to always wear a night retainer afterwards
• When I was 9 I had a skateboarding accident which hurt one of my front teeth. There’s a possibility that having braces might do something bad to it? (Very basic vocabulary there)

I hate decisions like these, but at the moment I’m more inclined to saying yes to braces. What do you think?

Stress and Colleges November 9, 2009

So, I’ve got to that part in my education when everything is being loaded on top of me. I have about 6 homework/courseworks due in tomorrow, that’s in a 5 period day. The trouble is, is that I’m not entirely satisfied by my coursework, and how good it is. It was given to me just before we broke up for half term, then I had work experience. So I’ve had no opportunities to talk to my teachers about my work. What my geography teacher meant by adding more skills to my Investigation 4 will forever remain a mystery.

So I’ve spent the last few days totally stressing. It didn’t help that my Dad popped over to remind me to do my Maths tuition homework, I was like, “I’ll get to it! I’ve got bigger fish to fry here!”. And then I saw a picture of a friend of mine from a few years ago, she had cuts on her arms. So I ended up just sitting at my desk sobbing.

I felt kind of guilty. I’ve tried to keep in contact with her, and it felt like I hadn’t tried hard enough if I didn’t know the full extent of what had been happening in her life in these short 3 last years.

I haven’t had to deal with something like this, or have been given so much of a say into it, but it’s becoming time to think about my next school, College! …

Coincidence? + Tokio Hotel Fan Rant November 8, 2009

So I last posted about my new glasses, and with this post it is time to say something:

I am a Tokio Hotel fan. Not as much as I was a year ago. But I’m still a fan, I just don’t like being a fan on-line.

It all happened last year at the EMAs. There was a huge thing between Tokio Hotel fans, and Rickrollers. Then there was huge thing between TH fans and fans of The Jonas Brothers. I have come to hate the majority of both.

I think the final straw came, when Tom hit that stalker. It’s not the fat that it happened, it’s the fact that I then commented on the news that both sides were wrong. The fact is, those stalkers were out of control, but when Tom lost control and hit one of them, he gave the what the wanted and just made it worse.

But I got replies saying that I wasn’t a true fan because I wasnt standing by them through the ordeal! They’re all a bunch of immature 13-15 years olds, and I’ve met some really nice fans, but I’m not going to put myself through having to deal with mindless girls like that.

Anyway, the huge coincidence about my glasses…

New Glasses November 7, 2009

So I’ve just got totally new glasses. They’re completely different from my old Roxy glasses. They were fitting for summer, because they reminded me of the beach and sea, with their green waviness. These remind me of staying in and reading, so they’re good for the oncoming winter. I know, there’s so much psychology in it for me.

These are my old ones

And these are my new ones:

My Cat: Osiris November 7, 2009

So I have a siamese-y cat called Osiris. We named him that before we realised it was the God of Death. Cheerful. But it stuck, and it’s such a good name. You can get so many little versions of it like, Ossie, Ossie the Boss etc.

Unfortunately though, I don’t think he actually realises that’s his name. We got him ’second hand’ from the Cat’s Protection League. His original name was Lucky, which we instantly scrapped. Everyone calls their dogs Lucky! It does man however, that he still answers to it.

It’s actually quite a drag having to get a cat like that, it means that you have to retrain it to your standards, especially if it appears that the original owner’s standards were very low.

For instance, Osiris was definately used to being able to sit on the table, or at least on the lap of someone at meal times. It took forever, and a whole lot of pushing away for him to get the idea. But he still gets up on his hindlegs to look over the table top, in the hope that there’s something he can eat.

Even if there was, he couldn’t. He has a ’sensitive siamese stomach’, so he has special food. It was terrible in the beginning, before we knew what was wrong because he was barfing everywhere! And then he eats the grass, which he apparently doesn’t learn about, because he pukes everytime after that as well. Such a pain.

My cat, Osiris

I’d miss him though. For some strange reason, I know that I’ll miss kicing him out of the room, constantly checking to see if my door’s closed and he can’ t push it open. I’ll miss his meowing, constant need for affection, and his motorcyle purring. Isn’t it strange how we can get so aggravated by something, and yet need it?