Terminator 2: Judgement Day

So I watched this movie last night, and I’ve also seen the first one.

Here’s what I think…

Shoes

There were 7 of us, and 7 pairs of shoes

Careers, does anyone really have a certain idea?

I’m getting to a point where what I choose at college will determine what I can study at university. It’s pretty scary, I mean, I’m 15. Okay, so there are also a lot of people making these choices who are 16, but that still feels a bit young.

There’s just so much to choose from. There are so many careers that a lot of people haven’t heard of before. Heck, we even have to accept that I’m preparing for jobs that don’t even exist yet! My father was learning about the jobs that were prominent when he was young, he never thought he’d grow up to work with computers, they were the things of dreams. So what lies in my future, that I can’t even imagine yet?

Science seems like a good starting point to build a career, that or business, but I’ve never been a very good communicator.

A step back for feminism?

I was looking through the magazines in my local corner shop the other day, when something caught my eye…

Music

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

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

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

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?

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

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! …