Challenging Pople at Physics

This morning I went to Sainsburys to record the nutritional values of rolled oats, and having done this I went to smell the pretty candles. I then went to the entertainment section.

A small boy came over pushing one of those tiny toy trollies they give kids to shut them up. In it there was a pint of milk, some cartons of apple juice and a 4 pack of paninis. I don’t know why. He proceeded to have the following conversation with his mother:

Boy (pointing at CD): Who’s that?

Mother: That’s Justin Timberlake.

Boy: Oh. He works for Pingu.

And whilst I think that the whole “children are so innocent and sweet” thing is overdone, you have to admit that there is something wonderful about a person who honestly believes that Pingu employs Justin Timberlake.

For a start, Pingu doesn’t even have a job. And Justin Timberlake is too full of himself to work for a penguin.

I still don’t really have time to rant. I’m meant to be doing my geography now. I just thought that my archives of November 2006 and October 2006 down at the bottom looked lonely by themselves, and thought it might be nice to send off a December 2006 to join them.

That’s probably weird, right?

Never mind - to three months of happy, illicit blogging! May the mayhem (lifts up pencil case) and anarchy (lifts up chair) continue. 

“You have to take your hat off to a beast/ that keeps to itself for the most part, but when touched/ transforms a single thought into several thousand volts.” from Hydra, Armitage

I disagree with James. Poetry has produced a great many quotable quotes, and whilst “I’m so bored I could eat myself” is one of them, I by no means think it is the best. Even within the AQA anthology. Even within the poems written by Carol Ann Duffy. How could you beat her description of Nostalgia, or how she writes that “once again we play the game of turning love to pain”, or how her poem The Dummy makes me scream every time I read the last line: “You can do getter than that, can’t you?”?

Maybe it’s a girl thing, or maybe I am just a dysfunctional and deviant character, but it’s like someone is reading my thoughts, however cliched that might be.

Oh, and the quote at the top is from a poem about a slimy brown electric eel.

Besides which, if we didn’t do poetry, we’de have to spend hours telling the difference between fact and opinion. Or, I don’t know, on Shakespeare. Oh, we should do more Shakespeare! And watch the video of Much Ado About Nothing!

I have three things to report, as I decided whilst this page was loading. However, I bet I can only remember two.

1. Abracadabra and I did not get to 10 in badminton. We merely equalled our record of 6. There will be no cheesy peas. I blame CERTAIN PEOPLE that will not be named, but can be identified by a VERY loud shriek followed by an offensive yet nonsensical comment.

2. Dammit, I’ve forgotten. Oh yes, Rosie’s head is shaped like an apple. It is. So there.

3. I can’t imagine I am going to get this. I am thinking backwards through my train of thoughts. Oh yes. LORELAI AND CHRISTOPHER ARE MARRIED. How dare they? Well, I blame her, because he has always been a dependent idiot, but she usually manages to keep him at bay. He takes advantage of her when she is at her weakest, with the whole “a child needs a mother and a father” thing Emily always says. Not when the child is 22 and hasn’t had one for her entire life so far, she doesn’t. Also, the whole “everyone knows we’re meant to be together” thing, which is not true because look at the internet polls. He’s soooo whiny. It’s like having an exped-worthy rucksack on all the time. As opposed to Luke, who is like a blister plaster. You know it makes sense.

In conclusion: I hate Christopher. I hate not eating cheesy peas.

I have a sore throat. It hurts. Emphasis on hurts.

We are entering the season of Family Friends, the before Christmas rush to pack in everyone you feel guilty for not having seen all year in 6 weeks. I’m practising my innocent smile and small talk. Pretending you are interesting in a vague way that you cannot ask any questions about is tiring.

I will update you on my progress.

Also, college applications. I have my first mock exam date. I have a mock interview coming up. They’re fake exams! They’re fake interviews! I think they’re a huge waste of time.

My throat hurts.

Did anyone ever go and see that animated version of A Christmas Carol? Well, I did, for free, because my dad went and complained about a clicky noise in the cinema. And this was in year 6, and there was that song that basically went “what if I had never let you go, would you still be mean and smelly…?” 

I have had that song in my head all morning. 

What else have I done? I have made new speech bubbles for my Virtual Gilmores, so they now say things like “Normalement je suis assez timide, particulierement avec les inconnus,” etc. to help me revise stuff. 

I spent ages cleaning out all of my year7-8ish embarrassing poetry stuff.

I spent even longer looking on a website with where to buy clothes worn on Gilmore Girls going “I want that. I want that. I want that.” Jen, I no longer want an “Everyone loves an Irish girl” t-shirt, I want one of the grey ones with the heads on it. And a Hep Alien t-shirt. 

I filled in my college application form, and was actually grateful for all the time I spent writing a stupid personal statement in PSHE. 

I did a practice food tech exam paper whilst still in bed.

So just general Sundayish things. I’m going to go and watch Dirty Dancing now, because I’m fed up of not getting the “nobody puts Baby in the corner” reference.

Mayo and Potato,

Sophie 

Look, it’s a baby Ewok! It’s just so cute.

Please let me have one. I’ll be good forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever…

I also want:

- lightsaber

- zoomy thing

- jedi cloak

But do not want:

- Jabba the Hut

- evil father with plastic mask glued on face

- voice of dead mentor in my head