Challenging Pople at Physics

You may have noticed that I have not posted to this blog since April. Or not. Seeing as nobody probably looks here anymore. Due to the whole April thing.

The reason? People can read whatever you write. And that’s fine when it’s people you will never meet, or people you know read your blog etc. And, unlike some, I try to keep anything that might be found offensive out of my blog altogether. But what about people that you know, who read your blog, without you knowing about it? What then?

I have a dilemma. I enjoy blogging. I like people’s comments, and it helps me vent without the fear of my family reading my diaries. But what if they read my blog?

I don’t like the side of blogging where people start to feel so anonomous that they say anything they feel like. Or where they adopt a new person to be, because it’s online.

The competitive, fake, aggresive side of the internet bothers me. When I read a blog, I don’t carry on if it’s trying too hard to be intimidating. If it’s too angry, too sarcastic or just too superior.

I like blogs that seem like they have been written by actual people, with actual lives and actual stuff happening. Blogs, in other words, that are friendly blogs.  

I don’t like the aspect of blogging, or the internet, where you feel there is a compulsion to update religiously. Something you do for your own enjoyment, completely voluntarily, should not become a chore.

So, in conclusion, I will keep my blog. I will update when I feel appropriate, and I will be cautious with what I post. I will make private what is private, I will leave public what is not.

And I only came on the internet to research nucleoli. Ah well.

“Rinse and repeat if required.” Every shampoo bottle in the world I have ever seen says this.

I always, always repeat.

Total time each year spent repeating: 15 hours

I waste my life.

Total time waiting at the bus stop during my secondary school years: 13 days

I have accidentally double ordered from an Amazon.co.uk marketplace seller, and cannot directly cancel it! I have had to email them, and even then I may still have to pay £6.71 for something I already have! (well, once they send it to me…)

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this evening my father had obtained vouchers for a restaurant 12.7 miles away. But they were fully booked. So, surprise, surprise, we went to the Beefeater, because lets face it that’s what my family does.

We went in, and standing at the bar was Tommy Walsh. We had been watching him on the home and leisure channel just 40 minutes before, and there he was. We didn’t say anything, however. He was the less eventful of the two, um, events of the evening.

About half an hour later, a lady returned to her table from the toilets, holding her grandson’s hand. However, she tripped over his feet and smashed her head into the table. She was bleeding on the floor, and the boy was screaming. But the waitress dealt with it so well. She was calm, and she put the lady in the recovery position, treated her for shock, calmed down the children, cleaned up the blood and called for an ambulance in about 2 minutes. I swear, she was amazing. She is now officially my role model. The ambulance people were great as well. They were there in about 3 minutes. Made me feel safe!

Anyway, the woman was fine in the end, and Tommy drank a lot and then left, so all ended well.

Hope you all had good evenings,

Sophie

Does life seem like one long exam to people at the moment?

For instance, “How does the author give hints to the reader as to that Sophie is not likely to finish her coursework this week? Explain your answer, making references to the text.”

“Sophie’s neck still itches at the end of this chapter, however her chin scratching problems appear to have disappeared completely.” Do you agree with this statement? Explain your answer fully, making references to the text.

“76g of Sophie reacts exactly with 29.2g of Abbi. How much Abbi would be provided by 43.5g of Sophie? (Sophie Ar = 54 Abbi Ar = 89)”

“The probability of Robby Bobbykins going to statistics is 0.7 on a week when he does not have an exam, and 0.01 on weeks that he does. He has an exam on 15% of weeks. On any given week, what is the probability of Robby Bobbykins attending statistics?”

“Sophie’s bag has a mass of 2000kg. At the end of the day she drops it onto the floor with a force of 500N. What is the acceleration of her bag?”

“Wird Sophie ihre Fragen fur sprechen lernen?”

“Did the above question make any sense?”

And so on. It is tiring, I tell you. To be honest, I’d probably do better if it was an exam, because at least then I could use my random question generator. *sigh*

Oh, feel free to answer the above questions, and I’ll give you a grade if you like. Of course, you may have better things to do with your time. Shame on you.

Yesterday evening, Jen and I were proud to be two of the last eight people in Swindon to see Because I Said So at the cinema.

I got on the late bus to receive a message from Jen (on Schmay’s phone). There was one more showing, over at Greenbridge, in one hours time. I had been waiting for a year to see this film. No way was I going to miss it over a small fact like that I had a revision timetable to plan.

We reached the cinema in time, and were able to view the aforementioned film. In brief, Mandy Moore finds true love. Again. But below the slightly cliched surface, this film was so much more.

It was a chance to laugh at a dog driving along in an otherwise empty car, to find out that Lauren Graham can sing, and, best of all, it had the number one film ending of the century: A polka-dot wedding cake falls off of a cliff onto the head of a suicidal maniac. Wonderful.

Although I’m not sure the classification of 12A for “mild sexual references” was quite accurate, this film provided everything I needed: bizarrity, sentiment, and 33 minutes of the funniest woman alive. Go see it. Oh wait, hang on. Get it on DVD when it comes out.

We set off the car alarm. I like that.

Jen, am I just paddling round in circles by myself?

Also, everybody have a look at the trailer for next week’s Gilmore Girls

http://www.cwtv.com/video/?vid=102

Please? Okay.

Mrs Kim should have her own show. She should have her own channel.

I cannot wait to see Lane’s babies. The bed in the road thing looked a bit overdramatic, but they have to beat the running to church for the wedding thing. Oh, and “walking with dead people’s not my thing. Lets go.”

On a non-Gilmore subject…no, I can’t think of anything. Okey spudokey.

Have fun, people!

Okay, so I was doing some internet research. Now I’m just procrastinating…

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Well, “Lor” and Christopher are finally finished. I have to give credit to the writers for the scene with Lorelai at Chin Chin’s funeral (poor Chin Chin! Poor Michel!), because that worked, I thought. Also, whilst I wasn’t too keen on the whole “I need you to know that - you’re - you’re the man I want to want” thing, I loved the bit where Chris said: “I’ve been asking you to marry me for twenty years. We’re finally married, and I still feel like I’m asking.” You could write a book of quotes that just sum up Chris entirely. For instance, “Every time you come back, Mom’s crying and you’re not being there.”

If only I could sum up what I wanted to say like that. Woe is me.

So, in other news, I have been thinking about those moments in life that when you later turn into a super-villain, people look back and pinpoint it on that moment in fifth grade when you got pushed down the stairs by the most popular person in school, or something like that. Those moments that build up such a resentment inside of you that you feel like throwing trains around. That make you so frustrated you get thrown out of anger management classes for being too angry, like Jade Goody. When you feel humiliated, and small, and like listening to Pink (I’m a hazard to myself…etc.).

Then I was thinking about Disney Princesses (as you do) and how when you’re little adults are always trying to shove them into your face as being perfect, and wouldn’t you love hair that shiny, or to be able to dance like that, or to be able to sing so prettily. And they are perfect. But as you grow up you realise that you are never going to be perfect, which is a bit depressing to say the least. This is where Nickelodeon comes in (for me at least).

Every single half-hour slot on that channel is filled with a tween/teenager who does something stupid, gets into a ridiculous situation, and then has to get themselves out of it. For example:”Oh no! I turned my boyfriend into a frog / lost my job / ran my hand through a random boy’s hair / dropped spaghetti over someone who wanted to promote my father / accidentally flew my sister out to Hollywood! Bummer!” But then we learn an important lesson, and everything is fine. Instead of the Disney perspective where there is a villain who is out to get you, despite your perfection, generally the problems are caused by the person themself.

Which is much more realistic. I mean, how many of us are lucky enough to be born with our own mortal enemies? Very few. The rest of us have to work for them. By, say, having a bag that is too large, or getting slightly too excited when the school bus comes around the corner in the mornings. Or singing all of the time, because that’s the way I was brought up, dammit!

So as the friendly, cheesy, predictable magic teacher on Sabrina showed, you don’t blame babies for falling over when they’re learning to walk. And all of us teenage witches should be allowed to make mistakes too.

Oh, and I updated my Virtual Gilmores, if you’re interested.