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Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying
Title?
The Mighty Boosh is a bad influence on me. I've spent £15 of book tokens on the radio series (it counts as an audiobook) that should have been spent on, well books.
I'm sure when I start entries like this I have other things to say, but I always manage to promptly forget them.
Kx
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The crazy mumblings of a crazy girl
My lack of online presence this week can be put down to the fact it's been the year 10 exams. I still have some left as well, Geography, I.T and French. On the other hand, I already have my Maths result! We all did pretty badly but the way I look at it 62/112 beats 17/112 anyday.
Friday morning was brilliant for me and Kiel- although it sounds silly when I write down but being silly is my speciality.
Kiel came in on his own, Matthew was late (shock horror!). Our tutor was doing her usual 'teaching in another school' act so we went down to the guidance centre to see Mr Smith. But he wasn't there, or in his study. So as we were waiting we saw Mr Thomson (not Paul Thomson sadly) walk across the house base followed by a string of year 11's.
"A-ha!" we thought "We'll go and hand in our application forms that need to be in today or else".*
As soon as this thought had time to cross our minds Mr Smith arrived, so we left a message with Quade- we were in and probably would go straight to the exam after the form handing in business.
'"Ah" said Quade , "I too must hand in the form of application!"**
"Oh dear!" we said "We'll be late for the exam!"***
"It matters not, for I appear to have forgotten my application form after all!" said Quade.
To Mr Thomson we marched for the handing in of forms (ours being the 7th and 8th of the entire year group) back briefly to Mr Smith and then to the exam hall. Our tutor, of course was nowhere to line up behind so we gravitated towards Mark and Quade who imparted the message;
"Set 1 have gone in."
Finally we reached our seats on the stage, exam papers before us, happily buzzing away to ourselves.
* I can't really read minds.
** Quade doesn't really talk like that.
*** Me and Kiel don't really speak in unison. Or with so many exclamation marks for that matter.
I think there's a noticable point where I give up on simply noting the events of the morning and make a pretty terrible story out of them. Blame the copious amounts of Diet Coke I've been drinking.
Kx
P.S This is awfully sweet.
P.P.S I'll plug www.notadaffodil.com when there's actually something there worth plugging.
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*hits blog with a stick*
To get to here I've had to refresh everything vaguely 20six related but hopefully it'll still work.
I have nothing to say of note other than, when walking to town at lunchtime there was a car with a bright pink dildo affixed to the aerial.
As you were,
Kx
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Shiny things!
My new monitor, 19" of flatscreen niceness.
Blatantly homemade badge! I should make a new one, that was a test since it's the second time I've ever used the badgemaker.
Have a good weekend, it's Jim Noir for me tomorrow (hence the badge).
Kx
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For when you're having a bad day...
And all you want to do is scream...
...remember somewhere there is a little Jim Noir screaming for you.
(when you're happy he can head-bang along to your music at no extra fee!)
The more I look at it the pervier it gets...
Kx
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Random and Disjointed (or the entry where the internet kept going away)
I've spent nearly all weekend at my Gran's house so last night consisted of;
Laughing at Stars in Their Eyes Kids- there was this hilare camp as fuck boy who did Jake Shears. Audience chose some pants Lucy Silvos girl. Audience deserve a good kicking.
Yelling at Dancing on Ice- John Barrowman came third with the judges but ended up in the skate-off thing and the judges then picked somebody who was consistantly rubbish over him. Judges deserve a good kicking.
Staying up until 1.05(am) to watch The 100 Greatest Cartoons on E4. Other than the fact The Simpsons rather boringly won, it was a good show.
I am writing this now without an internet connection because my dad has developed a fixation with restarting his computer to get his new shiny graphics tablet to work. I count the fifth time now. Make that six. Ignoring doing English coursework is getting harder.
Kx
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