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!!!!!!!!!!
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:
Significant things that I am too lazy to do:
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.
The point of this post is to illustrate the annoyance of typos in our daily lives, and how they prevent clear understandig. They form barriesr between people, athey casue sdisputes and wars anf evil things simply because people cannot understant each oter.
It is even worse wen u delibrately leev out letters or mispel things becos u r to lazy too type proprely anf rereed things dta u hav ritten.
if sum1 shows u the courtesy of readin wot u hav ritten, at leest u culd rite it properly to make it easire for dem to undefstand.
Sometimes typos are quite funny. Sometimes, they are HILAAAAAAAAARIOUS. However, in our daily lives they are just annoying. Please, won’t somebody think of the children?
If Judy Blume could hear the voices in my head, she’d wish she was writing it.
Hang on. Yep, she’s still alive. Present tense is good.
So, I feel like cliched pathetic teenager of the year. Not something I’m going to go into in detail. But here are the bits I can tell you: I am still completely oblivious to any pendulum knowledge that might be floating around in my head; I am listening to the BBC Last Night of the Proms collection (Jerusalem, to be specific); I think I am still using these semicolons wrong; I am not going to give birth out of my ear.
My lovely hormones are having fun today. What I want to know is, shouldn’t they have settled down by now? Also, they are effectively proteins, yes? Why can I not just simply attack them with heart-shaped scissors?
Grr. And all that jazz.
I have changed my mind.
Food tech will not be the death of me.
Geography will.
Expect lengthly ranting when I have time, people.
…that I didn’t whack my head on a can of evaporated milk.
I dragged myself out of the house in the freezing cold to go out to ASDA to buy food tech ingredients. I pushed the button to make the chickens squawk above the egg cartons (why do no other supermarkets have this?). I bought the ingredients: margarine, chocolate, condensed milk.
Got home. Packed ingredients: margarine, chocolate, evaporated milk. EVAPORATED MILK?! I CAN’T MAKE CARAMEL WITH THAT?!
Tried to bang my head on the table. Banged my head on evaporated milk. Hurt.
Went to Tesco Express. They didn’t have any.
Went to ASDA again.
Came home. Packed ingredients.
Food tech is the bain of my existence.
Yes, that’s right, normally I die myself.
I thought that these speaking questions would be a test of how much stuff I can keep in my memory. But no. It is a test of how bored I can possibly bear to make myself.
Very.
I don’t even care anymore.
NNNNNYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!
So, I went out for a meal with my family yesterday and got into a big argument with my ma and pa (oh, which was Abbi and James’ fault, by the way). We were there and I was shouting at my mum when the waitress came and decided to give us some advice. Apparently, I should know that it’s not easy to be a parent, and that they’re still people too. And she gave my parents a look, but didn’t say anything because, I guess, they decide how big a tip to leave. But she was actually quite nice and very funny.
Still not happy with my parents though.
Now my grandparents are here, which is cool. Except, inevitably, everyone is talking about people they know who have died or had a stroke or aren’t allowed to drive anymore and so can’t get to Sainsburys.
But I have finished my geography! So yay!
Sophie
