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April 06 Even More Amazing.WELL, how much you must have cried last week, but now tears of joy as I finally blog once more.
Well what an exciting week. Yes, as you obviously know, the most important women in the world was in fact in my neighbouring town of Blackburn last week. I really don't know how they coped having both me and Condoleezza Rice in one town at the same time, oh the excitement will have been tremendous, with many delerious fainting supporters.
Well anyway, and this is the part you will never believe. Yes. Well. On Saturday, as I merrily shopped alone in the town of Blackburn, I noticed a rather large croud building around the entrance of the Town Hall, so I decided, that with a slight chance that the two most important people may meet, that I would dine in KFC, which was appropriately placed directly opposite the scene. Yes, for those who took part in the original day trip, it is indeed the same KFC. As I ate my chicken popcorn meal, I objectively observed the protestions as I aimed to widen my perspectives of various political goings on. As I finished my meal, I decided to continue my study by standing behind the people with the massive banners, but unfortunatley my hight deterred me significantly in what exactly it was I could see. Tension was obviously building as more and more men in suits and police officers exited the building with increasing levels of 'boos'. I stood for about 10 minutes - obviously not participating in the chants and demonstrations - that is obviously not very Lusanda friendly - in anticipation.
And then.
From a distance.
And this is the even more amazing part.
That you will undoubtedly not believe.
From behind some people who I was obviously not taller than.
Amongst the shouting.
For approximately (look I can spell it now) 1/2 a second.
Oh wow.
Yes.
I saw.
Her.
Wow.
I was quite confused at this moment by the contrasting aplause and boos coming from the croud.
And Kyle was so jealous.
Oh wow.
Amazing.
You will agree.
Ad then that was it. She left.
Slightly disappointing.
But oh well. Life will go on, but that moment will live with me for ever and ever.
A story for the grand children I think.
And anyway. In other news. Well obviously there isn't much more as this event as skewed my vision on life for this week and probably for many more. Erm. I did have more to say.
WELL. On Monday I began my training to become a fully pledged Brownie Leader two years before I am old enough. I wasn't actually given a choice - they love me so much. On Tuesday I played a B flat above the stave above the stave, on the Oboe. For those who know, that is a perfect 4th above the limit usually played on such an instrument, hence making me a very virtuoso player. On Wednesday I had to do my Chemistry coursework in exam conditions with very little warning - not very fair really. And today it is Thursday and I don't think much has happened.
Oh yes, one other thing that happened - I got locked in at work with all my customers - was alot of fun. That was on Friday for those of you who like to place things in chronological order - sorry I messed it up.
Well. Next week it is Easter, and I am going to London with my Mummy and sisters. However, because they are boys, my Daddy and brother get to go to Italy. Now that really isn't very fair is it. Also, it appears that our youth hostel in London burned down last week.
Also, I really don't think Harold from Neighbours should be a murderer. It isn't very nice. Is he going to kill himself or something?
Anyway. I will dismiss the meeting. March 28 The Holly and the IvyWow I like my incongruent title.
Well people seem to be missing me and so I must write.
The only problem is - nothing to write about. No day trips as Entwistle wasn't very popular - everyone will be so jealous Dena when we finally go on our Enid Blyton picknick and go climbing the Far Away Tree - wow what land will there be?? Maybe one made of chocolate or one full of fairies - I hope it doesn't have dragons or anyting scary though - I'd probably cry if there was - it would wreck our day trip - but anyway - stop with the negative thoughts Lusanda - nice pretty pure thoughts - now I'm feeling better.
I paid a strange man £120 today as the deposit for my gap year - slightly scary - thus meaning either I just paid lots of money to spend a week on a cold wet scottish island, or I am going to spend a year in a random county by my self.
Football is a bit boring really - it only gets any good when your team wins with a goal difference greater than 2, I really don't know why people bother to watch it.
See this is what you get when you force a blog out of me. You shouldn't force people to do things - it's not very nice.
Please will someone invent an umbrella that doesn't go upside down? Thankyou.
I had a rather boring day today and got wet - stupid union strikes. And my sleep pattern has gone skewif. Indeed it has.
Anyway. Apart from nearly dying everyday since I last wrote, not much has happened. I worked 14 hours this weekend and thought I had lost hundreds of pounds but I hadn't. I also fell over on the slippy kitchen floor and found that one plate I wa carrying could bounce and that was on a separate incident. Anyway.
I don't like people who are in a mood. It puts me in a mood and that isn't very Lusanda-like.
This blog is rubbish. I'm tired now. Don't want to apologise. Sorry. March 19 Well.I like Jelly Babies.
Wow!
No adventures to report this week. I imagine you are particulary upset by that fact, but due to illness I was unable to organise a trip. How we cried.
WELL, did you know Bassett's Jelly Babies used to be called Peace Babies? Well, they were first brought into production at the end of WWI in 1918. Manufacture ceased due to rationing in WWII, but they were reborn in 1953 as the wonderful little creatures we now enjoy - Jelly Babies! Wow. No wonder they are so nice and yummy and good. Wow, a little sugar trivia for you there.
Jelly Babies also have little characters you can get to know to make eating them even more enjoyable - for example, Brilliant the leader, Bubbles the bubbly one and Booful the one who always cries. I love such food items - they make eating the product so much nicer. Many other food items have similar little characters and stories, for example Magic Stars and Monster Munch. I do however believe that Jelly Babies are the best ones because they are the nicest, and anyone must admit that an 8 foot purple monster that loves cauliflower flavoured ice cream is particularly scary, and so, obviously not very Lusanda-friendly. And the little star charaters are also not very pretty as they are obviously aliens which I also find quite scary. Green children are much more fun.
Well, this is easily one of the best blogs I have ever written ever. It was rather annoying how I managed to delete half of it meaning I had to re-write it. Not very nice.
Well, just remember, you learn something everyday - everyday is a school day! March 17 BenFor those who worry, this is a request not a dedication.....
WELL. BEN! wow! How excited must you be, wow!
I always keep my promises even though people lie to me all the time...I'm sure you would never lie Ben. Never Ever.
Well Ben is...
Nooooooo I just realised how bad that could sound.....
Oh well. For those who know me or who are regular readers will know that I am far to pure and good for any of that nonsence. Anyway.
I'm sure that I could go on for days about BEN.
Not the best time keeper in the world admittedly.
Fellow member of The Lusanda and Ben Experience.
Fellow Neighbours viewer and associate....everyone else is wrong. Obviously.
Erm.
Fellow 12.10 form person.
Fellow Monday morning registration person.
Erm.
Fellow explorer.
Erm.
(Notice how the 'Erm.''s get closer and closer.)
Erm.
Obviously however Ben though I am better. Obviously.
WELL.
I hope I get an equally good appraisal on your space Ben.
Now for the competition / maths game. How many times have I mentioned Ben in this blog? Now times that by 50. Take away 5. Divide by 6. Times by 12. Add 71. Square it. Find the cubed root. Add 121. And then multiply the answer by thee number you began with multiplied by 100. Now take away 11 and times by 3. Write your answer as a comment. The first comment with the correct answer wins. Well done.
Right well, enough of that. It wasn't meant to be that long but its one of those things that you can get very carried away with as I'm sure you will understand.
Anyway. Bye Ben!
March 15 HelloHello.
I've already managed two days off this week. Wow.
Monday too much snow waited for 45 minutes for various buses one drove past me horible driver.
Tuesday evening went to bed at 4 thew up 4 times fainted once nearly fainted afterwards also couldnt even keep water down so had today off wow.
I'm not making much sence sorry. But as you can tell by my traumatic week, its only too be expected. Everyone lies also and its not very nice. I've had so much death recently its crazy no wonder I woke up every hour on sunday night with bad scary dreams. Might go to bed now bye. March 12 TitleWhat am I doing wrong? Only one comment on my last blog? Well....I am slightly disappointed in you all.
Anyway. I was told I would blog about yesterdays affairs, and indeed I am.
Well, the four bravest of our explorers decided to risk our lives in the dramatic little town of Clitheroe, at the far end of the Manchester Victoria line - yes we can now claim to have travelled to either end of the tracks....where next I hear you ask....well that is yet to be decided. Me, Michael, Dena and Ben (the elite four) ventured to a town of mistery, even to myself, the most travelled of us, and what a mysterious time we had.
Time keeping has never been Ben's strong point, and so he missed the train and arranged to meet us an hour later. Meanwhile, our in depth tour of Clitheroe began by visits to the Tourist Information Centre, Oxfam, a toy shop, and a fancy dress shop. It was great, however there was an eerie, sombre mood floating round the ghost town. That was until, we stumbled across the funeral procession of a local school boy. Oh it was fun, with his fellow class mates lined through out the town, we found our selves in a slightly awkward situation. So we decided to eat our chips, visit the castle - which was by the way very exciting - and leave.
By this time, Ben was just arriving in Clitheroe, and was certainly joyful when he learned that his 50 minute journey was in haste, however I am sure that his 2 minute encounter with Clitheroe was enjoyed. We caught the train back to Blackburn, where we were sure to have a nostalgic wonderful time.
This blog is boring. I'm sorry - but at least its not too long. Sorry. Please accept my apology. Thankyou.
Anyway - we watched Final Destination 3 which was by the way rubbish, but it did make me jump quite high....
Then Dena went home. Then we went into Blackburn and circled a few times. Ben was being very naughty. Then we went home.
Ben you're getting too many mentions sorry.
Today I waited 40 minutes for a taxi today at work. I was bored. Sorry. It's all this snow. It's depressing. Sorry. I'm really not in the blogging mood.
March 10 Tired and Un-inspiredWOW I'm ryming now.
WELL. I have come to the complex conclusion that Futurama is rubbish expecially the one with the monkey. It was highly complex but my mind reached it at amazing speed. Well I'm bored. But Clitheroe tomorrow will be fun. Alex is dead in Neighbours...sorry for those who depend on me for updates...I've not been very up to date recently have I? Also my superior docterial knowledge has diagnosed Jessica in Hollyoakes with meningitus. So there. Was in a bus crash yesterday. I laughed. The fire alarm wouldn't go off in C block today also, and on Monday my form room was an official crime scene how exciting.
WELL byebye. March 07 Deep theological thoughtsI promise this isn't going to be long....
I have been wondering....
Spoken English is different to written English, but when we speak, do we speak in sentences or not? This thought occured to me in my chemistry lesson today and Jenny and Jenny laughed at me, and I did not find this very nice. Perhaps an English Language student could enlighten me?
March 06 P=F/AWell well well, I have never been under so much pressure in my entire life. I feel very obliged to write this blog, and so I will apologise now for the rubbishness of it, however I am sure that my genious willl get me through it, and that I will no doubt achieve brilliance once again. For the piece of mind of those short blog lovers, I have no intention of writing a long blog, it is purely the flow of the mind that will indicate when I must stop, and perhaps my tiring fingers.
WELL, my popularity seems to have doubled and million hundred times in the last few moments of varied lengths of time. I have never felt so loved. And adored. And Kyle's most recent blog proves this: the subtle stylistic traits I am admired for just aren't subtle enough. We did however have the most intellegent conversation I've had for a long time about the subject, into which I will not indulge.
This is dreary.
Oh well.
My audience awaits and so I continue.
Well, my weekend.
Last weekend I visited the Lake District to the wonderful (but not as good as Darwen) little village (much smaller than Darwen) of Coniston. I was accompanied by my Daddy, nice sister Katie and her friend Charlotte, my not-as-nice-but-officially-slightly-nicer-than-Rebecca brother Luke and his friend Ben, as well as many other members of my Daddies Running Club, named Darwen Dashers. We had hired a youth hostel for the weekend, which was wonderfully placed 1 mile up the notorious (don't know why but it is a very good word) Coniston Old Man (a mountain), which looks over the beautiful Coniston Water, grave of some man, whose name I forget, who tried to beat a world record or something in a boat called Bluebird in the sixties before dying. Wow too muh history.
For those who live in close proximity to myself and Darwen,you will be aware of the blizards we faced on Friday afternoon. Well, one can surely imagine the forces of the snow further north. Well, we arrived in the early evening in the dark, to find that we could indeed die if we were to drive to the youth hostel in the snow. and so we were left with no option but to walk the final one mile in the snow up hill in the dark to the youth hostel. (For those who knew me before my blogging months, you may be aware of a similar adventure faced by my family after arriving at approxiametely 1 o'clock in the morning at our destination of Lake Como in Italy, where we nearly died in a 9 seater minibus, driving up a similar hill, with drops of many a meter, towards our accomodation. In this case it took us approxiamately 1 hr to walk 1/4 mile uphill carrying our luggage. I'm sorry I'm going off the subject.) Anyway, as we had food for the rest of our group in our car, we soon realised that we would have to abandone luggage and succumb to the food. And so I found my self marching through the snow carrying only a toilet bag and a bucket of mushy peas. I'm not very concise today.
Anyway.
Saturdays events will be censored so they are shorter.
In the morning I awoke the troops. We marched down the hill. (See what I have done with that metaphor!!) I nearly blacked out after falling over. We collected our belongings, and I found my entire bag for the weekend was approxiamately (I loose count of how many times I have mis-spelt that word over the times....perhaps someone could put me out of my misery and tell me how it is accurately spelt. Even better....one could invent a ryme with some relevent theme in order to help me remember... surely that competition is far more exciting than any caption competition on other spaces....well obvioulsy one can not expect anything less from myself.)(anyway) 5 times lighter than the bag I drag around college every day, and so this feat of shear unimaginability, came easily for me....
I'm making such little sence.... but I am aware that that is what makes my blogs so exciting.
Anyway.
Then I had breakfast followed by a shower.
Then I had various snow attacks and fun times. Basically it was boys against girls. Well I had my brother's friend on the floor and I was able to cover him with snow, before my brother pushed me over and I found my self in a much worse position with 3 nine year olds and a 14 year old on top of me. (Yes today I had a police check to make sure I wasn't a paedofile...I had no idea I had so many numbers...)(That was completely unrelated to the weekends activaties I'm sorry).
I'm bored of this blog now. I started writing 1.5 hours ago.
Sunday I went up a mountain.
Well there we go.
I hope you are more intrieged by me. I'm tired and so I apologise for this abrupt ending. I did have more to say but I have forgotton, and as I didn't write down my plan, those brilliant thoughts I had are now forgotton for ever and ever. Bye. March 01 Short BlogIt has been brought to my attention by an un-named associate that my blogs are too long, and so I will attempt to write shorter blogs. I however believe, Michael, that it was only because you weren't mentioned in my last blog, that you couldn't be bothered to read it.
WELL then. Where ever to begin. I fell down the stairs last week. I got paid £76 for ten hours work for my father. I didn't catch gastric flu as I remained in England. We didn't go to Clitheroe due to the wonders of coursework, but will go in two weeks time. I have had some very strange dreams in recent nights. There we are - a summary of my life.
I apologise to my more apprieciative readers for the briefness of this meeting, but I have been unable to find a compromise to the needs and wants of my very wide audience. Any suggestions are welcome. By the way, is that word a real word? February 21 All by my self.Hello
Spare a thought for those left behind. WELL obviously I am having much more fun than anyone this half term. After all in Darwen you do not have to pay for the snow....HA anyone in France. Yes it snowed this morning. Bucket fulls there were and all. Oh yes.
I am sure you are all wondering what I have done without you all this week so far. I bet you are thinking sleep. WELL actually you would be wrong.
My weekend was again filled with various Brownie activaties. For those less fortunate and educated beings who do not know, tomorrow is Lord and Lady Baden-Powell's Birthday - more commonly known as 'Thinking Day' amongst Scouts and Guides world wide - thus making last weekend 'Thinking Day Weekend'.
My Friday evening saw the beginnings of the celebrations, with the rehearsals for the Thinking Day Parade without parade. The details of our practising will be elaborated with the details of Sunday's activaties. I will, however tell you about the very camp very theatrical very extrovert very horible priest man. He is apparently married but I think he is gay and the new brown owl agrees.
Saturday, and the joys of the thinking day sale. Well it was joyous once I got there as it was over in funf minuten.
And then it arrived. Unfortunately the Darwen Scouts and Guides marching band was double booked and so there was no parade through the town. However, this did not effect the church service oh no. No. After my triumph at the Darwen South District carol service, I was asked again to read aloud. For thoses who know my religious status laugh. I was told I sounded as though I was talking to three year olds....the only problem with this critisism sisters is thats I was. For those who know my career aspirations laugh. For opposite reasons. Eh? My darling little browines also had to sing a song. Well. As only 6 of 20 turned up, and they were to be accompanied by leaders including myself, it was a fantastic performance. For those who know anything about me myself and I laugh. How great a cliche is that?
Well that is that. By the way don't rely on 9 year old brothers or mummies up trees to answer the telephone.
As for today and yesterday. I have got up at 6:30 been out of the house by 7:30 and working by 8:30. So there. I have labled, stuffed and franked approxiamately 1100 envelopes in ten hours.
I then entered into the notorious Bolton town centre and was very upset to find myself unable to find anything suitable for purchasing. I was however slightly pleased to find for the first time in my life a pair of trousers that fitted me but were too short. For those who are aware of my height laugh. I did however get my boots fixed and had my hair cut. For some reason it took the hairdresser nearly 20 minutes to dry my hair perfectly straight before she for some reason of which I am unaware, decided to straighten my hair. For those who know of the care I take over my hair every morning laugh. By the way, should I be offended after being offered cordial at the hairdressers?? I fail to be sure. Thankyou.
For the attention of the adventurers, our next trip commences on Monday to the wonderful amasing vibrant fantastic exciting Clitheroe, which by the way has a castle, and for those of you who have attended all of our trips, you will soon be able to boast the fact that you have travelled through every station on the Clitheroe to Manchester Victoria line, and successfully reached each end.
Well I have yet again written more than I at first set out to do. Anyway. Wow I do believe that is the first time I have used that normally very frequent word in this blog in its entirety. Wow a record. For those who do not know anything about me I suggest you assume, just make sure these assumptions are nice and pretty as anyone who does know me will assure you I am.
February 14 ConscriptionWe are currently recruiting for the 'WE HATE 'TEAM BND' TEAM'. Anyone wishing to join the party should contact me, Leanne or Dena privately. February 12 Our day outWell, I must begin by stating my opinion as generally it is a good place to begin.
I have come to the brilliant conclusion that indeed Manchester is less entertaining than its anscestors Blackburn and Darwen. I have come to this brilliant conclusion after spending a number of hours in each town/city, and have decided that this opinion be very correct, despite the out crys of my fellow explorers.
Indeed Manchester may have many more shops and indeed it may have many more inhabitants than both the Lancashire towns put together, but what I fear most is the lack of originallity that the outing had. For example, in Blackburn, there was the wonderful museum and gallery, not to mention the visitor centre. Darwen prides itself to the marvelous and certainly unique Darwen Tower, not to mention the fact that it is home to more chavs per square meter than anywhere else. Manchester however is much to big and generally not as Lusanda friendly. Oh dear I do believe I am beginning to conform in that anti-chav society by mentioning the sinfull word. By the way that does not make me a chav.
Perhaps it was the fact the there were too many people in our group and that we kept loosing one another, that I have formed this opinion. Or maybe not.
Now, you may be thinking: 'Well of course you think that as you come from Darwen', but as that is not strictly true, you would be wrong - this decision was made through a completely objective system, with not an inch of biased behaiviour in sight. So there.
As for the rest of the weekend, well Friday night took me to my Brown Owl's leaving party, where mine and my 15 year old companions ages could have been added together and we still would have been the youngest there. In most cases this figure could have been doubled and the latter would still have been true. Anyway, I did have a joyous time, with my team winning at loosing both the quiz and the camel race. Well I do believe that we did win the most prizes, despite the fact that they were the boobie prizes. Well it is the amount of chocolate you win that counts and not the actual winning.
Anyway. Not much happened today so I will resist the temptation of boring you even further. February 06 Blind DateWell, as a youngster it used to be one of my favourite programs, however today I am disgusted by the well I don't think I have to explain.
The language used by contestants is appaling and hurts my innocent ears. As a child I had no idea of the conotations made by the prospective dates but after watching a repeat on 'Challenge' this afternoon I was shocked by the horible words I kept hearing.
I don't know why I am writing in past tence as I am watching it now. Currently there is a german man and a bleach blonde women and its great. They are horible to each other.
The men are very nervous. And the women are very rude. And the men have big glasses. And the women have short skirts. Has anyone ever noticed how they always enesure the more attractive loser goes past the barrier first just to make the other losed feel even worse? Why do th audience laugh so much? Its not funny, or perhaps that is just my unability to understand which deters my humour.
And I know I hav just made up a word but I believe it was a success.
Anyway in other news, I had to wait for 10 minutes this morning after the bus arrived before I could board, due to failing doors.
I was also very dissapointed by the shortage of elaberate celebrations today for 'Lusanda Day'. David remembered thankyou very much however everyone else forgot. February 05 One of the best songs ever written.Click on this it is the best song ever you will adore it in its fantastic beauty.
Lusanda DayYesterday, Leanne, Dena, Michael and I, had the most fun we have had since last week when we visited the wonderful town of BLackburn. This week it was the turn of its beautiful companion Darwen.
After I half jokingly suggested the trip on Friday, we decided to live up our young lives in a whirlwind of an adventure. The days events involved a shopping trip for me and Michael for wonderfully brilliant picknick, before we, met up with the rest of the team and headed on our hike up the beautiful Darwen Tower, with a pair of iceskates and newly bought pair of boots in tow.
Despite breaks every two minutes we maid it in no more than one hour, despite loosing Michael once or twice on the way. I recognise the fact that I have used the same word twice in one sentence. I won the race to be the first to the top. Then we had our picknick. Then we walked back down. Then we fed the ducks, however I prefered to feed myself.
Then we ventured into Darwen town centre for a toilet stop and a brief encounter with my intimidated boss, before we finally departed each others company and headed our separate ways to find our houses. A wonderfully superb time was had by all.
As for moving into Michael's dead grandma's house, I think it is not very fair that I get the smallest room with no electricity, and also how it is not very fair that I get the worst job that I will not go into details of due to its unappropriate nature. Just thought I'd let you know my opinions of the matter.
Just to let you know, I have claimed tomorrow as 'Lusanda Day'. Festivities will be great, as always, but one should not forget the importance of this day and must celebrate its founder; myself. If anyone has any ideas on how we could make this day any better, let me know. February 03 WellIt be me again.
In my old age I am strugging to identify sarcasim, be it there or not so I will asume in naivity that I a brilliant as I know I am. I'm sure you do too.
That refers to the upbeat comments left on my previous blog: I am much too used to insults off you Kyle, and Karishma I don't know you so I will remain positive....
Well I have even less to talk about today than I had yesterday. However do not cry as I am more than capable of writing some decent crap for you to enjoy.
Wow, they contradict each other. I am sure that juxtaposition of two opposites is a literary technique to which I learned the name to last year. Perhaps someone could remind me of its nomenclature?
I actually cannot believe my vocabulary today. It is much more superior to everything else.
I have realised that I actually brilliant at stating the obvious. Look...there I did it again... Wow I am impressing myself a great deal. I am amazing.
Wow.
Ok I will leave now. February 02 HelloI am feeling friendly so I thought I would start today's blog with a nice greeting.
I cannot believe I have missed three episodes of the best and most impotant program in the world this week....what ever shall I do? Well today it should have been recorded so maybe I will be able to catch up as best as I can. Wow I'm being very positive today.
Anyway.
Positivity can't be a bad thing can it?
After many minutes of wondering today I came to a very intellegent conclusion: that the colour of jeans is in fact not a colour, similar to those mysterious shades of black and white. You see, it is possible to wear almost any colour with jeans, which are predominantely blue, yet it is not possible to wear any colour with normal blue trousers. It is indeed a challenging topic that is very intrigueing. I wonder if I could begin a heated debate about the subject. Well, one can only try. Lets begin. I put forward the point that the colour denim blue is infact not a real colour.....
I will be disapointed if my debate flops so please contribute as otherwise I am likely to cry. You see, being in such a positive mood means that any fluctuation from this, results in me suddenly breaking down as I fall down from my cloud. Eh? I do confuse my self sometimes. I used to be good at making sense but today I had to write an essay for the first time since June today and didn't know what to do. Micheal you are obviously having a bad influence on my ability to write fluently by making me write random comments that you still do not appreciate.
Maybe I shouldn't be inn such a good mood. Yesterday I lost my 'I Love Darwen' pencil, and this week I was abanoned by my own mother simply because I was stood in the wrong carpark. I have also had to wait over an hour in total for various trains this week.
However I have finihed my biology experiment for my coursework.
It wasn't until I began writing these blogs that I have realised how unstable I am. I never stop talking about random things. And I think I am schizerfrenic and I know I can't spell, and also I think I hav OCD like Cameron on Hollyoaks but I also think it is not at severe. I'm a weirdo but I like being a weirdo so that is ok. I also like being a swot, but my sister called me a geek on her blog and I'm not too sure I like that comment very much but oh well.
I can't believe the quality of this blog it i rubbish but ok. It is not my fault that everything is boring.
OK so mayb it is but I'm sure no one minds, as I certainly don't. I am so interesting and that is why you are still reading this blog. Actually I bet nobody is. If anyone is please let me know by commenting on this remark so I know I am interesting. If you don't I will have even more reason to cry.
Ok, byebye.
I am not sure whether or not I am still in a good mood. I hope you feel guilty about this. January 31 Sadness............and not in the uncool way but the mournful way.
I today finally admitted the loss of my dearly beloved calculator, through purchasing a new one. I obviously want my old one back but this one is very good: it can do formulas and fractions and surds. I will apologise now to the spirit of my old calculator: I am sorry and you could never be replaced, there have been so many advances in technology since you were bought, and maybe your time has come to cease in mathematical existance and become an inigma of time and heaven. For ever in our hearts.
Anyway, my other love, Neighbours: yet another trauma. Due to failures of our sky plus box, both of my recordings of the programm yesterday failed, and today i was unable to record them due to random crappy reason belonging to the sky company.
And yet another traum: yesterday I lost my phone. Luckily I found it again.
Finally some good news: I have finished my biology coursework experiment at last. But have had to spend 20 minutes of the last two evenings waiting for the train very cold.
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