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

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

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.

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

I have been reading Emma this morning. They have a discussion that goes on for two pages about how Jane Fairfax must never be allowed to walk to the post office again in case she catches a cold. And then…well, I’ll type it out for you:

“Open the windows!–but surely Mr Churchill, nobody would think of opening the windows at Randalls. Nobody could be so imprudent! Dancing with open windows!–I am sure, neither your father nor Mrs Weston would suffer it!”

“Ah! sir–but a thoughtless young person will sometimes step behind a window-curtain, and throw up a sash, without its being expected. I have often known it done myself.”

“Have you indeed, sir?–Bless me! I never could have supposed it. But I live out of the world, and often am astonished at what I hear.”

WTF?! I swear, the people in this book spend half their time discussing marriage, and the other half discussing droughts of air. Oh, also pianos.  It is somewhat ridiculous.

I am also doing more research about Jamie Oliver, king of school meals. Apparently, as I am doing a cake for children’s packed lunches, and he has opinions about school meals, this is RELEVANT research. Snore.

I have memorised my German coursework. Further snoring.

I have seen some Gilmore Girls related t-shirts on the internet that I love. However, I have decided to fashion my own, rather than ordering from America, because you should have seen the postage costs.

Jen, don’t you think this is sooo cute?:

Anyways, squees to all of you,

Sophie 

I just checked to see if my blog had been updated.

It hadn’t. 

Isn’t an update fairy a good idea? I think so.

My immune system is clearly giving me the silent treatment or something, because it is doing very little to destroy my virus. My antibodies are all probably sitting around, drinking coffee and saying “oh yeah, there’s a virus.” “Should we go after it?” “No, lets just see what happens if we leave it.” 

Or maybe my antibodies are too busy playing sudoku. It seems like something my antibodies would do. 

Scarily enough, PE is now my favourite lesson on the entire timetable. There is no homework, there is no exam, and we can talk all lesson. 

‘Tis kind of almost the season to be jolly. Hence the title. Think dancing angels from primary school nativity plays. Only people who were at the same school as me will get it, so don’t go bursting your brains because your antibodies will be too lazy to go and clear up the mess. 

So everyone wrap up warm, arm yourself with orange juice, and let the hours of waiting in the freezing rain for the bus commence. 

Mayo and Potato,

Sophie 

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 

When I was younger I always used to want to go to Disneyland Paris at halloween because it looked really fun and exciting and scary. I never wanted to go there at Christmas, however. I just remember walking around in Toys ‘R’ Us for ages whilst they played Last Christmas over the sound system. To this day, that song makes me think of Harry Potter Lego and Crayola notepads. 

I have never been allowed to go trick or treating, because my parents are against it.

Tomorrow is halloween, and I expect I will do nothing. This makes me sad.  

Went to the dentist. He said I have been a good girl, and everything was fine. However, I did not get a sticker.

These people make me sick.