Challenging Pople at Physics

As important as I feel it is, for a blog of this nature, to challenge Pople, I also feel that congratulations are in order.

The Pople book has diagrams showing refraction and reflection and other strange light-ey things that I actually understand.

This is shocking.

As I have never understood light. Or teeth. WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CUTTING AND SHEARING?!

But that is a different post. A biology related one. I believe I may actually already have made it. So, go and read that. Or, you know, recollect.

So, in summary, I applaud you Pople, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to ever agree with you about the teapot-table theory. There’s a table in the way! A table in the way!

Lane is now really huge. Honestly, it looks like she’s carrying twins. Although she’d know by now, because of the ultasounds and what-nots, I hope they’re not planning to pull a Friends on us. Seems like the kind of thing Schmutzy would do.

Speaking of which, the scripts must have halved since he started writing them. Where is our snappy dialogue? Luke and Lorelai would not have had the conversation about the custody battle in such an empty way. Wouldn’t have happened. And who let Gigi near all of the icing and sprinkles?

Still, I’ve got to say, the decoration at the Gilmore house has gone waaay up this season. Loving the Christmas stuff, and the Asia stuff, must be because Chris is loaded. But still. It’s all so over the top. It’s trying too hard. It doesn’t seem Gilmore.

Half way through Bridget Jones 2. Jen, I’ll get it back to you soon. I’m going to go and watch it now, while my Mum’s not around to join me.

Hope you’re good…

Sophie

You know this about me. Read the last post. Or the one before. Or probably the one before that.

I am not change’s number one fan.

But today, things are bothering me more than usual. I have to decide whether to go on a maths trip, which would mean missing two out of the 24 hours I have left of French. Which got me thinking…we have about 18 hours of Fizzicks left. About 36 of maths. Basically, we’ve got 12 weeks of normal lessons, you do the maths.

I was walking by the old lab 3 today, and everything had been taken out. The tables, the sinks, the whiteboard everything. There was the huge periodic table, torn, and lying crumpled in a pile of rubble. I found this very symbolic. And as much as I love the new labs, looking at the old ones and remembering things kind of breaks my heart. I mean, the place where the famous words : “wind is not for burning!” were uttered. Where we spilled blue liquid on the floor. Where we researched comets. Gone.

I feel like I have been doing what I’m doing now forever.

My hair smells of apples.

EDIT: Furthermore, when I’m older and have to choose a job (or, you know, now, according to those Connexions magazines we are always having thrust at us in PSHE), I am going to choose one that I really hate, so that when I leave it won’t hurt so much. None of this “pick a job that you love” nonsense for me.

EDIT: EDIT: I read a quote that the lottery is a tax on people who are bad at maths. This amused me, but not my mother when she went to buy a lottery ticket and I informed her of this.

I’ll be brief, because I am doing my physics. No, really, I am. Anyway…

Did anyone ever used to watch The Wild House? It was on on a Thursday afternoon, or something like that, and I used to watch it every single week after school.

Looking at reviews on the internet, it doesn’t seem to have been too popular, but I loved it, and I miss it, and you can only find about 2 pictures on the whole of the internet.

I still think about it every time that somebody mentions David Attenborough. Or megaphones. Or doodled birthday cards.

Clearly it had a big influence on me, but I can’t find any clips or anything, and it’s driving me crazy.

I want the whole 3 series on DVD, dammit. Crazy grannies, rebellious cousins and all.

Did anyone else watch it? Or have a similar problem?

Tsk. I bet David Attenborough never had this trouble…

Today, Schmay, Jen and I planted a lot of trees. A LOT of trees.

I ache all over, I don’t know about you guys.

We actually helped plant 125 trees in total, but we ran out of protection stuff for the last three. But then again, there is a poem about how the trees that have to fight for their light and space, and also against rodents, I guess, grow to be the strongest. We’ll have to go back and find out, I suppose.

Then my parents came to pick us up, wearing red.

I also was baffled by a portaloo, got marmite from my bagel on a bird hide, and went in lots of puddles. Oh, and was approached by many dogs who clearly considered my coat to be the hip and happening place, since the first dog licked it and I probably smelt of dog.

In toenail news, they’re all still good. Phew. It’s never easy to lose a toenail.

I feel tired, but in a good way.

Mayo and potato,

Sophie

If I was dead, and didn’t know about it, I would totally notice that people stopped talking to me. Also, you know, when my wife attended my funeral. And, you know, when people sent over a platter or whatever.

Furthermore, I am never going to be able to use the bathroom ever again. When I look in the mirror, the variety of terrifying people I see (especially the Da Vinci Code guy that Xinmei likes) will be overshadowed by the vomitey girl and hanging people.

I have eaten so much chocolate. I feel sick. And guilty. And like dancing, but that’s unrelated.

I need the loo. Dammit. Also, the light in my downstairs toilet isn’t working, so you have to go by the light of a torch, and it’s all a little too expedition-ey and plain scary for me.

Oh, on the High School Musical website you can vote about what you want them to put in High School Musical 2.

I don’t know if I have wellies for tomorrow.

Bye bye!

P.S. All the time…they’re everywhere…

P.P.S. Why is red so much scarier when it is on a balloon or a door handle or a carpet than when it is on a cheerleading uniform?

What has year 11 been like for me so far? Well, read the title. Except I would actually describe it more like in Spy Kids, when they fall into the volcano, and scared as they are about hitting the bottom, they kind of get bored of falling eventually. Then they realise they’re actually not falling at all, but just kind of floating with the scenery going by. Then they are confused and concerned, and scared.

That is what it is like.

Except for the fact that Carmen and Juni or whatever his name was didn’t have to take a load of exams at the end of it. They just had to destroy the evil Floop guy. Except then he turned out not to be evil because in Spy Kids 2 he had that “Who, What, When, Where and Whyyyyy….” song that still helps me to remember the 5 Ws. But then they made Spy Kids 3, which was rubbish.

This is really what I’m talking about. What if my Spy Kids 3 turns out to be rubbish and the 3D doesn’t even work and I wish I was still trying to destroy the Floop guy?! SEE WHAT I MEAN?!

I’m imagining my future 3D world, whilst really still very happy in and attached to my lovely 2D one.

I love school. I don’t want to leave school. I don’t really want to walk around on fire for the rest of my life, do I?

Is that a trick question?

Which actually brings me to a far more relevant quote, one that sums up my feelings on GCSEs and leaving school…

“It’s clobbering time…”

Yeah, I’d carry on, but I’m bored, and I have to do my physics.

EDIT: Oh, something else interesting, Meg Cabot’s views on aspartame, which most of you know is in Diet Coke: http://www.megcabot.com/diary/index.php 

Just saying… 

Too much to do.

I actually, officially have too much to do. Coursework, learning, media tracking scrapbooks, it’s all getting too much. Especially when I have to do leaflet design and babysit and go to D of E and, oh, yeah, find a dance partner.

In the name of charity. Not all of it. Just the dance partner-y bit.

Well, either that or I can do some waitressing, but I would so totally spill chips all over a really tall person. That sounded a little Meg Cabottish. But I would inevitably drop something, and whenever you do it’s always over a really tall person, and I don’t really want to dance either.

Furthermore, I am still plodding through my physics, which is basically one long 6-page lie. With margins and a graph or two.

I’m the boss, I’ll say when you can sigh dramtically.

Now you can sigh dramatically.  

I tried to make this post about 3 hours ago, but was unable to because I had to run to the bathroom.

Basically, I had a horrible morning filled with pain, and nausea and yuckyness. Which, when coupled with 2 days of snappyness and 1 day of crying and more crying, makes this the worst few days I’ve had in a while. You can guess why. If you can’t guess why, you’re either male or really stupid. I love you.

And I have done almost none of the homework I absolutely had to do this weekend. And I still don’t understand how pendulums work.

But I am actually in a pretty good mood now, because I looked outside and you can see the sky and the sun and it looks like spring. Yesterday my mum and I were playing with my magnetic poetry calendar. I wrote one, and she wrote one. Then I made mine less gloomy, and put the two together and this is what we came up with:

Laugh like my bloom

I am a flower in the morning weather

Our winter is turning to spring

Sweet snow juice and the promise of summer

Relax. Dream. Be happy.

And then it made me feel like it was spring, which it isn’t because it is still January and it is probably going to rain this week. But still. Outside is pretty. I want to go out and run in it, but I would probably be sick. So I will do my physics instead. And listen to my nature music and pretend I am on a boat somewhere. Somewhere warm.