Challenging Pople at Physics

WHSmith and I used to get on very well. However, today was proof that our relationship has been severely damaged, perhaps forever.

They think they are a book shop. Yet they are completely incapable of putting things in the right sections, most books in the teenage area suitable for about twelve year olds. They sell the dieting magazines under the title of “hobbies”. Ask anyone who is on a diet, and I am pretty sure they wouldn’t call it one of their hobbies. There is no one in the whole shop who could possibly understand why I might want to purchase an unabridged version of Les Miserables (“but it’s so long. Do you know that it’s long? This version is only 50 pages, wouldn’t that be better?”). On every single bookshelf there is at least 4 copies of “This Book Could Save Your Life”, yet they only stock 2 Meg Cabot books. Their York Notes stand only has notes on An Inspector Calls, and there are more KS2 revision guides than GCSE ones. How many 11 year olds buy revision guides?!

They think they are a stationers. Yet they do not sell medium sized Pritt sticks. Only the small ones and the large ones. Oh, also, I looked at one of their planner things. The journal section was 0.5cm thick. The To Do section was 4cm thick. This is clearly madness.

They do not sell the old version of Pride and Prejudice, they have the most ridiculously limited collection of CDs, and they sell gift vouchers for clothes shops.

What is wrong with these people?!

Absolutely unbelievable.

Does nobody want us to learn? Our school is now pretty much officially the wimpiest school in the whole county. How many inches of snow are there on the ground? Oh, yes, that’s right, zero. None. Nada. Zilch.

And ice, yes, so it’s slippery, but we would all have driven in it quite happily if it were before Christmas.

And don’t think I’m finished with you, mother nature. You’ve taken this too far. And I will take revenge when you least expect it. Mwah ha ha ha ha!

Well, thanks for all of your help last night, mother nature. I am adding this to the list. Along with the time it rained to whole week I was on holiday, the many D of E expedtitions in the freezing cold, the times when it has been lovely weather when I was meant to be doing my coursework. Not to mention the whole bumblebee thing that I probably shouldn’t go into.

But see if I care.

It’s not like I haven’t been very nice to you in the past. I mean, what with the tree planting and all. Also helping all those snails in primary school. And stopping people from chopping worms in half. I thought we were friends. I guess not.

There are forecasts for snow tomorrow. On the way back from Bristol to school this evening, we got stuck behind a gritter that was laying down salt all the way practically up to the gates. Everyone is anticipating a snow day, unheard of since the, um, Great Snow of year 8.

I, however, do not want it to snow. I do not want to stay at home. I do not want to have a snowball fight. I do not want to take pictures, build a snowman or have to put on 12 different sock layers.

I want to go to school, dammit.

My hands are cracked and bleeding. My feet are purple. This does not make me happy. Surprisingly enough.

So this is my plea to Mother Nature, if she happens to have internet access and enjoys blogs of this nature, to please hold off the snow, send it somewhere else, and let me do my thing.

Snow in December is lovely. Snow in February is just irritating.

…that I am too lazy to do:

1. Change over the toilet roll when it runs out (I will wait until there is one sheet left, then use the new one without putting it onto the toilet roll holder)
2. Wash my hair (I have to make myself go swimming all of the time because otherwise I can’t be bothered)
3. Transfer my music from my computer onto my iPod
4. Get my camera out of my bag in public places to take pictures (I think this comes from having everyone staring at me when my film rewound in a church…although my camera is digital…)

Significant things that I am too lazy to do:

1. Reduce, reuse, recycle
2. Eat 5 portions of fruit and veg a day
3. Drink enough water
4. Go to bed at a reasonable time

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