If any of you doubted my Britishness before seeing that title, I can be almost certain that that doubt is now gone.
Okay, story time again I guess, but that's fine. After all, if I have to do one of these every day then the majority of them are going to be story time.
My mother belongs to the profession of yelling at kids to listen to her talk about science and then give them work to do. My mom is a teacher and, being a teacher, sometimes has to go on courses and things on 'how to teach' from people who like to brag. Today, my mom went to a workshop thing that was hosted by my school.
My school, for those of you who don't know, is a grammar school, meaning that because they have pupils who've passed a test to get in they think that they are the best school in the country (they're really not. My mom has taught me more about biology in three minutes than my biology teacher has in three years) and so they put on workshops. Apparently.
Anyway, the workshop that my mom went to, which was earlier today, was in my form room and when I went into that room after school I saw one of the staff taking in a tray filled with, you guessed it, TEA AND BISCUITS! They're my absolute FAVORUITE and my mom was going to get some and I wasn't!
I know it's a meaningless little tale that makes me seem really selfish, but I hadn't eaten in a few hours okay LEAVE ME ALONE!
I'm joking.
But seriously, I was hungry.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Poster - 30/01
On my bedroom wall, there are some collector's Harry Potter films, two framed poster things that have pieces of ACTUAL film from the ACTUAL Harry Potter movies (they came with a certificate of authenticity and everything) and another poster. That final poster is what I'm going to talk about today.
On the 19th November 2011, I'm sure you know, the seventh installment to the Harry Potter films was released in cinemas and naturally I had to see it on the day it came out. I couldn't go to the mignight showing, but we still went to see it that day and as I had received a very spectacular Ravenclaw uniform almost exactly a month previous to that day, I had to go wearing that.
When I say Ravenclaw uniform, I am talking a tie from WB, a hand knitted jumper (thanks mom) and a hand made cloak (thanks mom) with a shirt and skirt. It was brilliant, if I do say so myself, and when we got to the cinema, a couple of people even asked if they could take my picture, even one of the guys there who was taking pictures for the cinema's website. It was awesome!
Then, for being dressed up and being extremely fangirly about going to see this film, the staff asked me if I wanted a poster for the movie for free. Of course I said yes and I got a freaking FREE POSTER the day I saw Deathly Hallows part 1.
End of the story, right? Nope.
A weeks later (on a Monday, I think) my step-sister came over to visit and she arrived just before I got home from school. When I got home, my mom and step-sister told me to go to my room and in there was the A3 poster I had gotten from the cinema and next to it was a poster ABOUT FIVE TIMES BIGGER THAN THE ORIGINAL!
What had happened was my step-sister was passing by this bus stop which was taking down the poster adveritsing the movie and she asked "Can I have that?" and they said "Sure." The A3 poster went to a good home, and I kept the poster who's previous life was on a bus shelter. It literally takes up ALL of one of my walls.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
On the 19th November 2011, I'm sure you know, the seventh installment to the Harry Potter films was released in cinemas and naturally I had to see it on the day it came out. I couldn't go to the mignight showing, but we still went to see it that day and as I had received a very spectacular Ravenclaw uniform almost exactly a month previous to that day, I had to go wearing that.
When I say Ravenclaw uniform, I am talking a tie from WB, a hand knitted jumper (thanks mom) and a hand made cloak (thanks mom) with a shirt and skirt. It was brilliant, if I do say so myself, and when we got to the cinema, a couple of people even asked if they could take my picture, even one of the guys there who was taking pictures for the cinema's website. It was awesome!
Then, for being dressed up and being extremely fangirly about going to see this film, the staff asked me if I wanted a poster for the movie for free. Of course I said yes and I got a freaking FREE POSTER the day I saw Deathly Hallows part 1.
End of the story, right? Nope.
A weeks later (on a Monday, I think) my step-sister came over to visit and she arrived just before I got home from school. When I got home, my mom and step-sister told me to go to my room and in there was the A3 poster I had gotten from the cinema and next to it was a poster ABOUT FIVE TIMES BIGGER THAN THE ORIGINAL!
What had happened was my step-sister was passing by this bus stop which was taking down the poster adveritsing the movie and she asked "Can I have that?" and they said "Sure." The A3 poster went to a good home, and I kept the poster who's previous life was on a bus shelter. It literally takes up ALL of one of my walls.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Pen pals - 29/01
So, nothing's confirmed yet or anything, but I MIGHT be getting a pen pal from across the pond (that means America to those who don't know), and that's so so so so so EXCITING! I get to exchange handwritten letters with someone who I've never met in real life...
That sounds like what your teachers warn you against, but I swear, it's not.
I've been exchanging messages on tumbr with this girl for a few months now and though it is a friendship, having a LETTER that has been physically WRITTEN is just so much more personal, it just makes me so excited. It's not something that just ANYBODY would do and it really feels like we're friends even though we are separated by a ridculous amount of space.
I mean, I mentioned yesterday that I'm a hugger, and the fact that I haven't been able to hug someone (well, there are virtual hugs but...it just doesn't compare) who I am closer to than nearly all of the people in my class is just...it's so sad!
But anyway, that was a little off-topic, sending an actual letter that I have written BACK to her, that's going to be amazing as well. I can send something personal, with my indivual handwriting and paper and everything and I just...
It's AWESOME!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
That sounds like what your teachers warn you against, but I swear, it's not.
I've been exchanging messages on tumbr with this girl for a few months now and though it is a friendship, having a LETTER that has been physically WRITTEN is just so much more personal, it just makes me so excited. It's not something that just ANYBODY would do and it really feels like we're friends even though we are separated by a ridculous amount of space.
I mean, I mentioned yesterday that I'm a hugger, and the fact that I haven't been able to hug someone (well, there are virtual hugs but...it just doesn't compare) who I am closer to than nearly all of the people in my class is just...it's so sad!
But anyway, that was a little off-topic, sending an actual letter that I have written BACK to her, that's going to be amazing as well. I can send something personal, with my indivual handwriting and paper and everything and I just...
It's AWESOME!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 28 January 2013
Hugs - 28/01
All of the people who know me in the outernet know me as a hugger. I like hugging people, I like receiving hugs, I just like huggles overall. If someone's happy, I will hug them. If someone's sad, I will hug them. If I'm bored, I turn to the person nearest to me and ask for a hug.
I don't really know how other people feel about this because everyone has completely different reactions to hugs and I never know if they like them. This leads me to feel like I'm being annoying. But that doesn't really matter to me.
If you tell me you don't like hugs, then I will respect that and never hug you again.
Otherwise, I will continue to give out free huggles to anyone who wants one or needs one, but who am I kidding? Doesn't everybody need a hug?
I also have many different words for a hug. When you love hugs and distribute them as much as I do then you have to have different ways of refering to them, like squeeze or cuddle, attackle (mixture of hug, cuddle and attack) or embrace...actually no, I never use embrace, sounds far too creepy.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I don't really know how other people feel about this because everyone has completely different reactions to hugs and I never know if they like them. This leads me to feel like I'm being annoying. But that doesn't really matter to me.
If you tell me you don't like hugs, then I will respect that and never hug you again.
Otherwise, I will continue to give out free huggles to anyone who wants one or needs one, but who am I kidding? Doesn't everybody need a hug?
I also have many different words for a hug. When you love hugs and distribute them as much as I do then you have to have different ways of refering to them, like squeeze or cuddle, attackle (mixture of hug, cuddle and attack) or embrace...actually no, I never use embrace, sounds far too creepy.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Friendships - 27/01
When I told my mom a few months back that I was feeling lonely all the time, she responded by saying: "But you have so many friends." And then, whenever someone was talking to me, she'd point out that there was another friend of mine so I had no reason to feel alone. But she didn't understand.
When I said that I was feeling lonely I didn't mean that I had a lack of people who would willingly talk to me, it was different than that. It was that I felt like I could no longer talk to anyone else about what was going on in my life. Whenever something bad happened and I wanted to share it with someone, I found that either I didn't trust the people I used to call friend or my friends that I had at that time would be annoyed with me if I shared how I was feeling with them.
I know that many of them would respond by saying something along the lines of "You can talk to me about anything" because they are all great people, but I just don't feel like I can. I'm an annoying person. There's no denying that. But sometimes I take it too far without realising it and I do piss people off and so I got used to backing off, being more quiet in the background and making sure I didn't annoy them again.
This escalated until it got to the point where I felt I would run the risk of annoying my friends if I shared anything personal with them, especially since most of the things that were making me sad were a bit pathetic anyway. I didn't want to look like an attention seeker. I didn't want to lose them as friends, so I kept quiet.
This was one of my lowest points of last year, and I look back at it both thinking about how pathetic I was and how I fear that it's going to happen again. I'm scared of becoming that person again, but I can already feel it happening. It's fine though, I can handle it. I've learnt from experience.
Sorry, today's one was a bit of a downer. Didn't mean for it to be. I truly am fine.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
When I said that I was feeling lonely I didn't mean that I had a lack of people who would willingly talk to me, it was different than that. It was that I felt like I could no longer talk to anyone else about what was going on in my life. Whenever something bad happened and I wanted to share it with someone, I found that either I didn't trust the people I used to call friend or my friends that I had at that time would be annoyed with me if I shared how I was feeling with them.
I know that many of them would respond by saying something along the lines of "You can talk to me about anything" because they are all great people, but I just don't feel like I can. I'm an annoying person. There's no denying that. But sometimes I take it too far without realising it and I do piss people off and so I got used to backing off, being more quiet in the background and making sure I didn't annoy them again.
This escalated until it got to the point where I felt I would run the risk of annoying my friends if I shared anything personal with them, especially since most of the things that were making me sad were a bit pathetic anyway. I didn't want to look like an attention seeker. I didn't want to lose them as friends, so I kept quiet.
This was one of my lowest points of last year, and I look back at it both thinking about how pathetic I was and how I fear that it's going to happen again. I'm scared of becoming that person again, but I can already feel it happening. It's fine though, I can handle it. I've learnt from experience.
Sorry, today's one was a bit of a downer. Didn't mean for it to be. I truly am fine.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Superwholock - 26/01
I have a new obsession. You can probably guess what it is.
Now, you already know about how my obsession with Sherlock came to be, and if not just read my fourth post in this challenge thing and then you'll know, and I'm not going to type it out again.
Concerning Supernatural, the second oldest obsession out of these three, I was introduced to this beautifully heartbreaking show from a friend of mine when I was in year seven (at about twelve years old). It took me a while, but I eventually caught up and now I'm behind again but I still love it.
Doctor Who I have been watching since I was seven. My first episode was the Empty Child when it aired and I couldn't be more thankful to my mom's ex-boyfriend for making me watch it. Doctor Who, along with Harry Potter of course, is one of my first fandoms and still one of my favourites...even if I'm not so happy with the show right now (but I'm sure I'll get onto that when it returns).
Thanks to a few addictive websites, I have now become completely entralled with the idea of merging these three universes into one universe of awesome. Okay, so there'd be aliens out to kill you all the time and Sam and Dean would bring all of the monsters from Supernatural with them, but it'd still be awesome.
I would love some good fanfics for this crossover if anyone knows of any; I get bored easily and would really appreciate it.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Now, you already know about how my obsession with Sherlock came to be, and if not just read my fourth post in this challenge thing and then you'll know, and I'm not going to type it out again.
Concerning Supernatural, the second oldest obsession out of these three, I was introduced to this beautifully heartbreaking show from a friend of mine when I was in year seven (at about twelve years old). It took me a while, but I eventually caught up and now I'm behind again but I still love it.
Doctor Who I have been watching since I was seven. My first episode was the Empty Child when it aired and I couldn't be more thankful to my mom's ex-boyfriend for making me watch it. Doctor Who, along with Harry Potter of course, is one of my first fandoms and still one of my favourites...even if I'm not so happy with the show right now (but I'm sure I'll get onto that when it returns).
Thanks to a few addictive websites, I have now become completely entralled with the idea of merging these three universes into one universe of awesome. Okay, so there'd be aliens out to kill you all the time and Sam and Dean would bring all of the monsters from Supernatural with them, but it'd still be awesome.
I would love some good fanfics for this crossover if anyone knows of any; I get bored easily and would really appreciate it.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 25 January 2013
Pyjamas - 25/01
Being an extremely lazy person, I love the times that me and my bed have had together. Me sleeping, my bed making me so comfortable that I never want to leave, which always happens in the moment before I have to get up. I just love sleeping and being comfortable and not doing anything...but you can't do that all day.
What's weird though is that I like waking up early. When I wake up early (after the zombification has died down to a manageable dose) I feel...I don't really know, the day just seems to be longer and I LIKE that feeling. My opinions keep contradicting themselves, it's very confusing.
But anyway, to bridge the gap between awakeness and sleepytime, I like to keep my pjs on for as long as possible without actually spending all day in them. Sometimes I get dressed early in the morning because I have things to do, but on a normal day when I don't have anywhere else to be, I spend two or three hours in my pyjamas purely because I find them to be the most comfortable clothes I own.
Is this a bit weird?
Meh, I don't really care to be honest.
And then there was year 8 where I would get home, know I didn't have anything to do AT ALL that night and change out of my school uniform and straight INTO my pyjamas. I've stopped that now, but I do sometimes miss doing it...especially when I have to do the washing. Seriously, when the only thing I REALLY wore in a week was my uniform and my pyjamas my washing pile was so tiny I had almost no problem doing that job.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
What's weird though is that I like waking up early. When I wake up early (after the zombification has died down to a manageable dose) I feel...I don't really know, the day just seems to be longer and I LIKE that feeling. My opinions keep contradicting themselves, it's very confusing.
But anyway, to bridge the gap between awakeness and sleepytime, I like to keep my pjs on for as long as possible without actually spending all day in them. Sometimes I get dressed early in the morning because I have things to do, but on a normal day when I don't have anywhere else to be, I spend two or three hours in my pyjamas purely because I find them to be the most comfortable clothes I own.
Is this a bit weird?
Meh, I don't really care to be honest.
And then there was year 8 where I would get home, know I didn't have anything to do AT ALL that night and change out of my school uniform and straight INTO my pyjamas. I've stopped that now, but I do sometimes miss doing it...especially when I have to do the washing. Seriously, when the only thing I REALLY wore in a week was my uniform and my pyjamas my washing pile was so tiny I had almost no problem doing that job.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Running out - 24/01
I'm running out of ideas for these things. One hundred words a day may not sound like a lot but it really is when it is EVERY day and you just want to curl up in your bed and snooze until you're forced to wake up to go to hell, otherwise known as school.
I thought I'd just come up with an idea every day and everything'll work out fine, but I oversestimated my abilities with this thing, which is quite surprsing to me because I never overestimate with anything I do, ever. That way I'm never disappointed with myself...okay, who am I kidding, I'm always disappointed with myself but that's not where this was going.
I guess I'm just a bit tired right now and it's becoming annoying how repetetive every single bloody day has become. I'm going into the bored stage of the half term now where I'm pessimistic about everything...people never see that side of me, but it's there.
Okay, this post has literally no direction with where it's going. Oh well. I'm just writing what I'm thinking because I really can't be arsed to think of anything that's even remotely interesting right now. I know, aren't I good at this whole blogging thing.
To make sure this wasn't a COMPLETE waste of your time, how about a joke?
What do you get if you drop a piano down a mineshaft?
A flat miner.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I thought I'd just come up with an idea every day and everything'll work out fine, but I oversestimated my abilities with this thing, which is quite surprsing to me because I never overestimate with anything I do, ever. That way I'm never disappointed with myself...okay, who am I kidding, I'm always disappointed with myself but that's not where this was going.
I guess I'm just a bit tired right now and it's becoming annoying how repetetive every single bloody day has become. I'm going into the bored stage of the half term now where I'm pessimistic about everything...people never see that side of me, but it's there.
Okay, this post has literally no direction with where it's going. Oh well. I'm just writing what I'm thinking because I really can't be arsed to think of anything that's even remotely interesting right now. I know, aren't I good at this whole blogging thing.
To make sure this wasn't a COMPLETE waste of your time, how about a joke?
What do you get if you drop a piano down a mineshaft?
A flat miner.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Exaggeration - 23/01
When I'm talking to someone and I start to tell a story, I ALWAYS exaggerate a part of it and then I spend the rest of my time telling that story wondering whether or not the person has noticed that I exaggerated. If they have but don't bring it up then everything is fine and if they don't notice at all then that's perfect, but sometimes they notice and point it out. That gets awkward. Fast.
Me: And it's been YEARS since the end of series 2 and I don't think I can handle it...
Friend: Wasn't the end of that series last year?
Me: Yeeeeeah...well...it FEELS like years...and...
Friend: Carry on.
Me: Uhhhhhhh...
(If you know what series I'm going on about here the 10 points to whatever house you belong to)
Whenever someone distracts me by pointing out the flaw in my story telling skills then I proceed to lose my train of thought and then there's silence and the conversation just starts to
However, despite the many awkward situations this has caused, I can't seem to STOP doing it. Every bloody time I try to start talking, I will, 97% of the time, exaggerate on one of the details, and then the worst case scenarios start appearing in my mind. And then I start to wonder how I will cope with no friends.
And then a friend kindly informs me that I stopped mid-sentence.
Fun times, all this awkward business.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Me: And it's been YEARS since the end of series 2 and I don't think I can handle it...
Friend: Wasn't the end of that series last year?
Me: Yeeeeeah...well...it FEELS like years...and...
Friend: Carry on.
Me: Uhhhhhhh...
(If you know what series I'm going on about here the 10 points to whatever house you belong to)
Whenever someone distracts me by pointing out the flaw in my story telling skills then I proceed to lose my train of thought and then there's silence and the conversation just starts to
However, despite the many awkward situations this has caused, I can't seem to STOP doing it. Every bloody time I try to start talking, I will, 97% of the time, exaggerate on one of the details, and then the worst case scenarios start appearing in my mind. And then I start to wonder how I will cope with no friends.
And then a friend kindly informs me that I stopped mid-sentence.
Fun times, all this awkward business.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
Buses - 22/01
To get home from my school, I go by the peasant wagon.
BUS! I said bus...that really doesn't work when you're typing.
Aaaaaanyway, because of the fortunate area in which I call my home I can actually catch nearly ANY bus from my school (as long as it's going in the right direction) and so I have started doing just that. I used to wait with my friends at the bus stop but they kept doing things after school and I kept forgetting and arriving home late. It was a pain.
Now? Now I just get the first bus that arrives at the bus stop and leave and get home at about four, leaving about twelve hours free for tumbling (you think I'm kidding don't you? You keep thinking that...I haven't done any homework for weeks). This works in my favour purely because I like having the extra internet time, these blog posts don't come out of nowhere you know, it's so hard trying to think of something new to write every day...
That wasn't where I was going with this.
No, what I was going to say was that I have been noticing how packed EVERY bus gets. There are three main buses at the bus stop outside my school and each one doesn't arrive at the stop for at least five minutes after school has ended, meaning that everyone who needs to catch a bus that night is at the bus stop so the first bus for each of these has at least 50 schoolgirls (I go to an all girls school) all trying to cram themselves onto it and...
Well it's not comfortable.
Or convenient when you are literally the first person off the bus from your school.
Or even safe.
The amount of letters my school have had from people complaining about the buses because of what looks like pushing and shoving to get on the bus (some of those girls are able to recreate the fricking stampede from the Lion King).
But enough about that...JUST SEEN THE SERIES 3 SET PICTURE FOR SHERLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! asdfghgfdrfdcvyuhukuygcctuio
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
BUS! I said bus...that really doesn't work when you're typing.
Aaaaaanyway, because of the fortunate area in which I call my home I can actually catch nearly ANY bus from my school (as long as it's going in the right direction) and so I have started doing just that. I used to wait with my friends at the bus stop but they kept doing things after school and I kept forgetting and arriving home late. It was a pain.
Now? Now I just get the first bus that arrives at the bus stop and leave and get home at about four, leaving about twelve hours free for tumbling (you think I'm kidding don't you? You keep thinking that...I haven't done any homework for weeks). This works in my favour purely because I like having the extra internet time, these blog posts don't come out of nowhere you know, it's so hard trying to think of something new to write every day...
That wasn't where I was going with this.
No, what I was going to say was that I have been noticing how packed EVERY bus gets. There are three main buses at the bus stop outside my school and each one doesn't arrive at the stop for at least five minutes after school has ended, meaning that everyone who needs to catch a bus that night is at the bus stop so the first bus for each of these has at least 50 schoolgirls (I go to an all girls school) all trying to cram themselves onto it and...
Well it's not comfortable.
Or convenient when you are literally the first person off the bus from your school.
Or even safe.
The amount of letters my school have had from people complaining about the buses because of what looks like pushing and shoving to get on the bus (some of those girls are able to recreate the fricking stampede from the Lion King).
But enough about that...JUST SEEN THE SERIES 3 SET PICTURE FOR SHERLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! asdfghgfdrfdcvyuhukuygcctuio
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 21 January 2013
Chocolate - 21/01
When it comes to food, I think I might have a problem. I can't seem to stop eating...I mean, yes I do stop eating for my tumblr sprees (which is basically a weekend, wake up, tumblr, sleep and repeat) but even then I have snacks near me and it's just NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!!!!!
Yesterday, I went out for a walk in the snow (I know, hardcore) and went to the corner shop just because I could and I bought two large bars of white chocolate and a kinder bueno. The kinder bueno was gone within minutes of me leaving the shop, the first bar of white chocolate demolished with the hour and now I have one strip left of chocolate and I'm just sitting here wondering how it all disappeared so quickly.
I'll tell you how, they sit next to me whilst I'm on tumblr. Not a good place to be if you are edible, I'm telling you that now.
Then there's the fact that my Christmas chocolate was all gone in a week (and this includes many selection boxes and five chocolate oranges). The thing is, I know I have a problem but I'm not really willing to do anything about it. I love overeating chocolate. I don't want to change. But I know I have to change. But I don't want to...
Oh the problems of teenager in the first world.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Yesterday, I went out for a walk in the snow (I know, hardcore) and went to the corner shop just because I could and I bought two large bars of white chocolate and a kinder bueno. The kinder bueno was gone within minutes of me leaving the shop, the first bar of white chocolate demolished with the hour and now I have one strip left of chocolate and I'm just sitting here wondering how it all disappeared so quickly.
I'll tell you how, they sit next to me whilst I'm on tumblr. Not a good place to be if you are edible, I'm telling you that now.
Then there's the fact that my Christmas chocolate was all gone in a week (and this includes many selection boxes and five chocolate oranges). The thing is, I know I have a problem but I'm not really willing to do anything about it. I love overeating chocolate. I don't want to change. But I know I have to change. But I don't want to...
Oh the problems of teenager in the first world.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Giving Up - 20/01
I am very good at giving up on projects. I have about 20 first chapters of fanfics saved to my computer that will never get finished, my homework is always half complete when I get to school and have to finish it in a rush, my mom even calls me half-a-job Annie sometimes. The amount of projects I have started and not finished, or tv shows and books I am never going to finish, it's quite disheartening actually.
That's why I was a bit nervous about this project when I first started it. A blog post EVERY day for a year? It's way beyond the capabilities of my procrastination central based mind that doesn't like finishing things. I knew I was going to end up giving up with this, which is why I'm quite surprised with my 20 days so far. I know I shouldn't speak too soon but with the amount of diaries I have started over the years and only ever had one entry in...well, you don't want to know.
Of course, as I am keeping up with this project, I am leaving my 200 word Spanish essay unstarted beside me and it is BAD. I don't know why I am like this, why I can never seem to finish things. It makes me sad. It makes me wonder how I am ever going to get anywhere in life.
And wow, I did NOT mean for this post to go down that road.
The reason I am writing this is actually because of Supernatural. If you don't know what Supernatural is then that is probably a good thing. I have had so much heartbreak because of that show, and then when I caught up and started watching series 6, it got a bit crap. I didn't like the writing or the plot and I stopped watching. And I didn't watch Supernatural again for about a year.
What changed? I hear you asking. Well, I don't, but I'm going to say anyway.
Tumblr. In about the November of 2012, Anna got herself a tumblr and can I just say that if you are part of either the Doctor Who or Sherlock fandom (and I am in both) then there is no way for you to escape from Supernatural...no way at all. Thanks to the MANY tumblr posts I have seen about Supernatural, I have finally opened up series 6 and I'm working through the crap, because I've heard that it gets better.
So at least I don't ALWAYS give up on things. Maybe this is hope for my future.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
That's why I was a bit nervous about this project when I first started it. A blog post EVERY day for a year? It's way beyond the capabilities of my procrastination central based mind that doesn't like finishing things. I knew I was going to end up giving up with this, which is why I'm quite surprised with my 20 days so far. I know I shouldn't speak too soon but with the amount of diaries I have started over the years and only ever had one entry in...well, you don't want to know.
Of course, as I am keeping up with this project, I am leaving my 200 word Spanish essay unstarted beside me and it is BAD. I don't know why I am like this, why I can never seem to finish things. It makes me sad. It makes me wonder how I am ever going to get anywhere in life.
And wow, I did NOT mean for this post to go down that road.
The reason I am writing this is actually because of Supernatural. If you don't know what Supernatural is then that is probably a good thing. I have had so much heartbreak because of that show, and then when I caught up and started watching series 6, it got a bit crap. I didn't like the writing or the plot and I stopped watching. And I didn't watch Supernatural again for about a year.
What changed? I hear you asking. Well, I don't, but I'm going to say anyway.
Tumblr. In about the November of 2012, Anna got herself a tumblr and can I just say that if you are part of either the Doctor Who or Sherlock fandom (and I am in both) then there is no way for you to escape from Supernatural...no way at all. Thanks to the MANY tumblr posts I have seen about Supernatural, I have finally opened up series 6 and I'm working through the crap, because I've heard that it gets better.
So at least I don't ALWAYS give up on things. Maybe this is hope for my future.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Future Plans - 19/01
Whenever I spend an entire day LITERALLY doing nothing productive, I always like to think about where my life is going at around this time and whether or not I'll be successful and all that worrying crap that really really scares me.
When I was little, I wanted to be an actress, then I wanted to be a teacher, then I wanted to be a writer and now? Now I don't know.
I've been messing around with the idea of becoming a teacher again, but sometimes I just fall apart in a mess just thinking "I'M GOING NOWHERE WITH MY LIIIIIFE!" and it's horrible. The thing is, in schools at least, you're expected to know exactly what you're doing in life and exactly where you want to go and what you want to do at my age. I don't know what the hell I am going to do with my life.
My descisions for my future change on a day-to-day basis, and it really scares me because my future is coming up quickly and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT! I'm going to be taking A levels in two years time, and right now a topic of discussion is which A levels everyone wants to do and I keep hearing answers like:
"Maths, it'll give me a lot of choices."
"Physics, it'll look impressive."
"Chemistry, I want to be a doctor."
And let me tell you this, if you're thinking of what subjects you're taking because of the oppurtunities they'll give you I will applaud you my friend. All I'm thinking about taking is History and RE and that's because I enjoy them, but they're not exactly going to give me many oppurtunities for jobs or anything. What can you do with RE and History???
Then there's people talking about the universities they want to go to and the way they talk about how they've planned their futures just has me rocking backwards and forwards in a corner because of nerves.
All I know is that I want to be happy and that is it. The way my school's staff and my friends talk though makes me wonder whether I'll be happy just living life as it comes and not making plans for the future. It just makes me feel like I'm going nowhere and fast.
Sorry for the downer today guys, it's what's been on my mind.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
When I was little, I wanted to be an actress, then I wanted to be a teacher, then I wanted to be a writer and now? Now I don't know.
I've been messing around with the idea of becoming a teacher again, but sometimes I just fall apart in a mess just thinking "I'M GOING NOWHERE WITH MY LIIIIIFE!" and it's horrible. The thing is, in schools at least, you're expected to know exactly what you're doing in life and exactly where you want to go and what you want to do at my age. I don't know what the hell I am going to do with my life.
My descisions for my future change on a day-to-day basis, and it really scares me because my future is coming up quickly and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT! I'm going to be taking A levels in two years time, and right now a topic of discussion is which A levels everyone wants to do and I keep hearing answers like:
"Maths, it'll give me a lot of choices."
"Physics, it'll look impressive."
"Chemistry, I want to be a doctor."
And let me tell you this, if you're thinking of what subjects you're taking because of the oppurtunities they'll give you I will applaud you my friend. All I'm thinking about taking is History and RE and that's because I enjoy them, but they're not exactly going to give me many oppurtunities for jobs or anything. What can you do with RE and History???
Then there's people talking about the universities they want to go to and the way they talk about how they've planned their futures just has me rocking backwards and forwards in a corner because of nerves.
All I know is that I want to be happy and that is it. The way my school's staff and my friends talk though makes me wonder whether I'll be happy just living life as it comes and not making plans for the future. It just makes me feel like I'm going nowhere and fast.
Sorry for the downer today guys, it's what's been on my mind.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 18 January 2013
SNOW - 18/01
When it comes to weather, Britain is NEVER prepared for ANYTHING, whether that be a heatwave, flood or even snow, which is quite relevant right now. Or at least we haven't been in the past. Sure the civilians have still gone nuts with their panic buying (R.I.P milk in Tesco) but before today's snowstorm the roads were gritted and the buildings were heated (for us, that is about as prepared as we get) and I wasn't the least bit surprised when I woke up this morning to find out that my school was still open.
It was hell getting out of bed.
When I got to school, the only thing me and my friends were talking about was when we thought school was going to close with the majority of us guessing lunchtime, we were wrong. SCHOOL SHUT AFTER LESS THAN ONE LESSON!
I couldn't have been happier, I was happydancing and jumping up and down so much I must have looked insane, but that didn't matter because IT WAS HOME TIME FIVE HOURS EARLY!!!!!!
Then I got to walk through the beautiful snow and it was so pretty and nice and I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
It was hell getting out of bed.
When I got to school, the only thing me and my friends were talking about was when we thought school was going to close with the majority of us guessing lunchtime, we were wrong. SCHOOL SHUT AFTER LESS THAN ONE LESSON!
I couldn't have been happier, I was happydancing and jumping up and down so much I must have looked insane, but that didn't matter because IT WAS HOME TIME FIVE HOURS EARLY!!!!!!
Then I got to walk through the beautiful snow and it was so pretty and nice and I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Yorkie Puppies - 17/01
Okay, I may need a little backstory here.
In July last year, a friend of mine came over to my house and we had to go and visit my nan who has two Yorkshire Terriers. When we got there, my nan announced that Honey, one of the dogs, was pregnant and it was all smiles and happiness and tea and YAY! Later that night, my friend texted her mom and conviently mentioned my nan had a pregnant Yorkshire Terrier, which just so happened to be her mom's favourite breed of dog.
On the first of August 2012, Honey gave birth to three adorable puppies, two boys and one girl. Unfortunately, those three puppies used Mega Drain and took all of Honey's energy and Honey went into shock, meaning that she couldn't look after her puppies, so me, my mom and mystep-dad took them back to our house and looked after them. On the first night that we had them, that same friend who had previously texted her mom was staying over again and the next day her mom saw the less-than-a-week-old puppies and fell in love.
My friend was definitely getting one by this point.
Nothing could keep my friend away when it had been confirmed that she was getting one and I saw her practically every day after that. Her family had already decided to get one of the boys, but were waiting until their personalities shone through a little bit more, because by this point the three were known as "Chunk," "The Special One" and "The Girl." However all three of them had grown quite attached to each other with the absence of their mother.
My friend was definitely getting both of the boys by this point.
At about the three week stage, my mom was getting tired of looking after the puppies 24/7 and so my friend's family volunteered to look after the three puppies over the weekend, and my mom left me, who was going to stay at my friend's house, with an important mission. Sell the girl. The two boys had names, Archie and Gizmo, and so we could call them something to get them used to it, but the girl hadn't been sold and so she didn't have a name. My friend's oldest sister LOVED the little girl and spent the entirity of that weekend with her and didn't want to let her go on the Monday.
My friend was definitely getting all three Yorkie puppies by this point.
And why is that significant today? Today I got to go over to that friend's house and spend time with the almost 6 month old Archie, Gizmo and Penny, and they are SO CUTE! I have seen them cuter though, at about 2 weeks just learning to walk.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
In July last year, a friend of mine came over to my house and we had to go and visit my nan who has two Yorkshire Terriers. When we got there, my nan announced that Honey, one of the dogs, was pregnant and it was all smiles and happiness and tea and YAY! Later that night, my friend texted her mom and conviently mentioned my nan had a pregnant Yorkshire Terrier, which just so happened to be her mom's favourite breed of dog.
On the first of August 2012, Honey gave birth to three adorable puppies, two boys and one girl. Unfortunately, those three puppies used Mega Drain and took all of Honey's energy and Honey went into shock, meaning that she couldn't look after her puppies, so me, my mom and mystep-dad took them back to our house and looked after them. On the first night that we had them, that same friend who had previously texted her mom was staying over again and the next day her mom saw the less-than-a-week-old puppies and fell in love.
My friend was definitely getting one by this point.
Nothing could keep my friend away when it had been confirmed that she was getting one and I saw her practically every day after that. Her family had already decided to get one of the boys, but were waiting until their personalities shone through a little bit more, because by this point the three were known as "Chunk," "The Special One" and "The Girl." However all three of them had grown quite attached to each other with the absence of their mother.
My friend was definitely getting both of the boys by this point.
At about the three week stage, my mom was getting tired of looking after the puppies 24/7 and so my friend's family volunteered to look after the three puppies over the weekend, and my mom left me, who was going to stay at my friend's house, with an important mission. Sell the girl. The two boys had names, Archie and Gizmo, and so we could call them something to get them used to it, but the girl hadn't been sold and so she didn't have a name. My friend's oldest sister LOVED the little girl and spent the entirity of that weekend with her and didn't want to let her go on the Monday.
My friend was definitely getting all three Yorkie puppies by this point.
And why is that significant today? Today I got to go over to that friend's house and spend time with the almost 6 month old Archie, Gizmo and Penny, and they are SO CUTE! I have seen them cuter though, at about 2 weeks just learning to walk.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Biology - 16/01
I knew I was going to talk about it eventually, so here it is. I HATE Biology in my school. Not Biology as a subject, as a subject I find it to be really interesting...but my school??? Actually no, it's not my school, it's my teacher. This one teacher that I have had for Biology since year 8. For one thing, he has been teaching me for three years and he STILL doesn't know my name. Another thing he doesn't know? How to teach.
Ever since I found out he was my teacher for year 10, I've just sort of accepted that I am going to fail Biology, which is a shame because, as I have said before, I would really enjoy it if it wasn't for this teacher. He spends the entire time explaining everything in such a long0winded fashion so that everyone loses focus to the WALL at the back of the classroom. He doesn't even look at us kids, the ones he is MEANT to be teaching.
Then there's the fact that he can't keep a class under control or tell anyone off. I have literally FALLEN ASLEEP in some of his lessons and he didn't even notice. I'm telling you, he is the Professor Binns of my school.
Then he has the audacity to say that if we don't listen to him then we'll be stuck having to learn this on our own. I'm telling you now, sir, I have been your student for three years now so I know how it's going to go. You're going to stand at the front explaining eveything using the vocabulary the sixth formers are learning and so I won't learn anything in your lessons. I would try, but I've done that before and it's just stressful trying to actually learn anything in that class. When it comes to ACTUAL revison time I will just have to study the textbook feeling like eveything in there is completely new to me which is what YOU, my dear teacher, is supposed to be trying to get me to avoid.
So I'm just going to cut the middle man, sleep in Biology and treat the rest of my schedule exactly the same as before. At least this year I'm more well-rested.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Ever since I found out he was my teacher for year 10, I've just sort of accepted that I am going to fail Biology, which is a shame because, as I have said before, I would really enjoy it if it wasn't for this teacher. He spends the entire time explaining everything in such a long0winded fashion so that everyone loses focus to the WALL at the back of the classroom. He doesn't even look at us kids, the ones he is MEANT to be teaching.
Then there's the fact that he can't keep a class under control or tell anyone off. I have literally FALLEN ASLEEP in some of his lessons and he didn't even notice. I'm telling you, he is the Professor Binns of my school.
Then he has the audacity to say that if we don't listen to him then we'll be stuck having to learn this on our own. I'm telling you now, sir, I have been your student for three years now so I know how it's going to go. You're going to stand at the front explaining eveything using the vocabulary the sixth formers are learning and so I won't learn anything in your lessons. I would try, but I've done that before and it's just stressful trying to actually learn anything in that class. When it comes to ACTUAL revison time I will just have to study the textbook feeling like eveything in there is completely new to me which is what YOU, my dear teacher, is supposed to be trying to get me to avoid.
So I'm just going to cut the middle man, sleep in Biology and treat the rest of my schedule exactly the same as before. At least this year I'm more well-rested.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Talented friends - 15/01
Drawing skills? I have none. Just in case you were wondering. I cannot draw to any kind of quality to save my life...unless it's stick people. I kick arse at drawing stick people, and then the comics I make with them. They are awesome!
But then I see what my friends are drawing and I just get sad again.
I mentioned yesterday how talented musicians annoy me...well it's not just musicians. If you are talented I will probably sit in the background of your life wondering why and how it is possible. That is just they way Anna works. If you can draw, I will tell you how much I dislike you even if you're my favourite person in the entire world.
I have this friend who can play about 5 different instruments (probably more) and is really good at musical things AND she can draw really well, it's like her drawings on her wall are freaking photographs AND she's really kind and nice and not bitchy about it in the slightest. She is so amazing that I just want to hug her so much that she faints from lack of oxygen...not kill her though, she IS my friend.
Then you have the friend of mine who ALWAYS gets perfect scores in tests AND can play violin to grade 6 level!
Then you have the friend of mine who is perfect at Spanish (I have never seen her make a mistake in any essay she submits) and she started learning at the same time as me AND she can draw like a BAMF, it isn't natural for someone to be THAT good!
Then you have the friend of mine who is not only very talented when it comes to arty things but she ALSO eats SO much food and is freaking thin as a freaking stick!
Then you have...
Actually I think you get the idea. I have talented friends, and I really am very proud of them and all of those amazing achievements that they have because they are so talented they make me feel like aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Not really.
I do love them.
But if I could steal your talents my dear friends...
No Anna.
That's mean.
I'm sorry.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
But then I see what my friends are drawing and I just get sad again.
I mentioned yesterday how talented musicians annoy me...well it's not just musicians. If you are talented I will probably sit in the background of your life wondering why and how it is possible. That is just they way Anna works. If you can draw, I will tell you how much I dislike you even if you're my favourite person in the entire world.
I have this friend who can play about 5 different instruments (probably more) and is really good at musical things AND she can draw really well, it's like her drawings on her wall are freaking photographs AND she's really kind and nice and not bitchy about it in the slightest. She is so amazing that I just want to hug her so much that she faints from lack of oxygen...not kill her though, she IS my friend.
Then you have the friend of mine who ALWAYS gets perfect scores in tests AND can play violin to grade 6 level!
Then you have the friend of mine who is perfect at Spanish (I have never seen her make a mistake in any essay she submits) and she started learning at the same time as me AND she can draw like a BAMF, it isn't natural for someone to be THAT good!
Then you have the friend of mine who is not only very talented when it comes to arty things but she ALSO eats SO much food and is freaking thin as a freaking stick!
Then you have...
Actually I think you get the idea. I have talented friends, and I really am very proud of them and all of those amazing achievements that they have because they are so talented they make me feel like aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Not really.
I do love them.
But if I could steal your talents my dear friends...
No Anna.
That's mean.
I'm sorry.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 14 January 2013
Saxophone Times - 14/01
Unless you know me irl, I'm pretty sure that you're unaware that I can play the saxophone. Sure, I'm pretty bad at playing the saxophone, but I do and it's fun and I has some stories so yeaaaaaaaaaah...
Anyhoo, I'm going to start off with talking about practicing, because I never do it. Sure, some weeks I might LOOK at my saxophone, sitting in the corner of my room all on its lonesome, and think 'Anna, you really SHOULD practice this week, it will be a good thing.' But I never get to the actual PRACTICING stage. 'Why is this?' I hear myself asking so I have more things to talk about. This is because my room not only is the home of my saxophone, but also the home of my computer and you can bet that whilst my computer is on then my productiveness will be reduced to non-existent. ESPECIALLY if Tumblr is open.
Story-thingymajig numero deux: I play the tenor sax, which is the quite large one with the twisty neck that looks all nice. Not the most popular but not unheard of either. When I went to see the person who is now my saxophone teacher for the first time with my significantly shorter friend, he looked at me and immediately said: "You're tall, you'd be good for the tenor." Yes, with saxophones, your height will probably affect which one you start off with if you have a teacher like mine (and I really hope you do, he's really nice). This would have been fine with me IF, and only if, the alto sax, which is what most people play and what my friend was given for her lessons those few weeks later when we FINALLY had lessons, wasn't SO much lighter than the tenor. My saxophone is SO heavy, it's ridiculous! Then someone asks me to hold their alto sax and for an unknown amount of time, I WILL dislike them muchly.
Thing I want to talk about No. 3: Talented musicans annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I respect them so much and I may actually fall in like with them whilst they're playing and it's just asfghjkl!!!!! I get seriously fangirly, but this isn't the reason they annoy me(even though my intense fangirling can be deemed socially innapropriate). Oooooooh no. Bear in mind I am taking GCSE Music and therefore am constantly surrounded by people so talented at musical things that it hurts, and people are there in the least braggy way possible (for some of them anyway) talking about their Grade 7 pieces or the theory test they've just taken or how they've recently performed in this concerty thing and I just sit there in the background either 1. Weeping over how pathetic I feel 2. Disliking them muchly because I'm jealous of their talents or 3. Wishing they don't ask me to join their conversation so I don't look like a dumbass and embaress myself.
So there we have it, some stories/anecdotes/whatever the hell these are about me and ma saxamaphone (I HAD to call it that at some point).
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Anyhoo, I'm going to start off with talking about practicing, because I never do it. Sure, some weeks I might LOOK at my saxophone, sitting in the corner of my room all on its lonesome, and think 'Anna, you really SHOULD practice this week, it will be a good thing.' But I never get to the actual PRACTICING stage. 'Why is this?' I hear myself asking so I have more things to talk about. This is because my room not only is the home of my saxophone, but also the home of my computer and you can bet that whilst my computer is on then my productiveness will be reduced to non-existent. ESPECIALLY if Tumblr is open.
Story-thingymajig numero deux: I play the tenor sax, which is the quite large one with the twisty neck that looks all nice. Not the most popular but not unheard of either. When I went to see the person who is now my saxophone teacher for the first time with my significantly shorter friend, he looked at me and immediately said: "You're tall, you'd be good for the tenor." Yes, with saxophones, your height will probably affect which one you start off with if you have a teacher like mine (and I really hope you do, he's really nice). This would have been fine with me IF, and only if, the alto sax, which is what most people play and what my friend was given for her lessons those few weeks later when we FINALLY had lessons, wasn't SO much lighter than the tenor. My saxophone is SO heavy, it's ridiculous! Then someone asks me to hold their alto sax and for an unknown amount of time, I WILL dislike them muchly.
Thing I want to talk about No. 3: Talented musicans annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I respect them so much and I may actually fall in like with them whilst they're playing and it's just asfghjkl!!!!! I get seriously fangirly, but this isn't the reason they annoy me(even though my intense fangirling can be deemed socially innapropriate). Oooooooh no. Bear in mind I am taking GCSE Music and therefore am constantly surrounded by people so talented at musical things that it hurts, and people are there in the least braggy way possible (for some of them anyway) talking about their Grade 7 pieces or the theory test they've just taken or how they've recently performed in this concerty thing and I just sit there in the background either 1. Weeping over how pathetic I feel 2. Disliking them muchly because I'm jealous of their talents or 3. Wishing they don't ask me to join their conversation so I don't look like a dumbass and embaress myself.
So there we have it, some stories/anecdotes/whatever the hell these are about me and ma saxamaphone (I HAD to call it that at some point).
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Procrastination - 13/01
Come with me
And we'll be
In a wooooooooorld
Of pure procrastion
I'm actually supposed to be doing my maths homework right now, but with a combination of tumblr, Doctor Who and writing this, I'm not getting much done. Oh well, I'm having fun.
Now then, now then, now then, what should I actually fill this up with for today??? How about my day so far? Well I got up, had breakfast and then turned on my computer. When my computer is on productivity is reduced to zero. So that's that for my day...not really very interesting.
In the words of John Watson: "Nothing happens to me."
*fingers crossed and waiting for an old acquaintance of mine to introduce me to someone like Sherlock*
Nope. Nothing? Damn.
I guess I could talk about the crappy Magic Eight Ball I got for Christmas and about how none of the things on the thing inside it are even SUITABLE for yes/no questions. Demonstration time.
Me: Will Sherlock Series 3 be filmed this year?
M8B: I'm just happy.
Me: Will I ever get to go to Florida again?
M8B: Smile.
Me: Are you able to answer any of my questions?
M8B: All day and all night.
Okay, that last one works SLIGHTLY but it would only work with certain questions. And the others??? It makes absolutely no sense in the slightest and I'm a little bit annoyed at the bad Magic Eight Ball. I know that they're just meant for teenage girls who think they can find out whether or not their crushes like them by torturing inanimate objects (whose idea was it to pull the petals off of flowers???) but the makers of these things should at least put SOME effort in. UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
And we'll be
In a wooooooooorld
Of pure procrastion
I'm actually supposed to be doing my maths homework right now, but with a combination of tumblr, Doctor Who and writing this, I'm not getting much done. Oh well, I'm having fun.
Now then, now then, now then, what should I actually fill this up with for today??? How about my day so far? Well I got up, had breakfast and then turned on my computer. When my computer is on productivity is reduced to zero. So that's that for my day...not really very interesting.
In the words of John Watson: "Nothing happens to me."
*fingers crossed and waiting for an old acquaintance of mine to introduce me to someone like Sherlock*
Nope. Nothing? Damn.
I guess I could talk about the crappy Magic Eight Ball I got for Christmas and about how none of the things on the thing inside it are even SUITABLE for yes/no questions. Demonstration time.
Me: Will Sherlock Series 3 be filmed this year?
M8B: I'm just happy.
Me: Will I ever get to go to Florida again?
M8B: Smile.
Me: Are you able to answer any of my questions?
M8B: All day and all night.
Okay, that last one works SLIGHTLY but it would only work with certain questions. And the others??? It makes absolutely no sense in the slightest and I'm a little bit annoyed at the bad Magic Eight Ball. I know that they're just meant for teenage girls who think they can find out whether or not their crushes like them by torturing inanimate objects (whose idea was it to pull the petals off of flowers???) but the makers of these things should at least put SOME effort in. UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
Saturday, 12 January 2013
My OTPs - 12/01
I am bored out of my mind right now so I decided to write today's blog post...only to realise that I have absolutely NOTHING to write about. At the weekend, my already uninteresting life comes to a halt as I spend hours on end in my room and on the interwebs so it may be fun for me, but finding things to write about? Yeah, that's difficult.
Luckily, I have a few ideas up my sleeve which I can pull out on an uninteresting day, and here is one of them. I am going to talk about two of my current OTPs.
1. Johnlock - You all know (or if you've read my earlier posts then you know) that the Sherlock fandom is a new one for me, and yet I am already obssessed. And who can watch Sherlock and not ship Johnlock? If you're there saying "ME!" then you're either lying to me or lying to yourself, my friend. It so OBVIOUSLY needs to happen, nearly every episode now sends me into a fit of fangirling and rolling around squealing like a lunatic, but who are we kidding those two things are practically the same. I love looking at the fanfiction and the fanart and I have just fallen in love with this ship. It is perfect.
2. Scorose - This is definitely my oldest OTP. The thing about NextGen characters is that you can twist them into so many different shapes and STILL keep everything canon, even if what you're saying isn't very likely there is still the possibility for it to happen. And the thing with Scorose (or Scorpius x Rose) is that most of the ways in which people portray them fit perfectly together.
I am a bit picky though, I don't REALLY like reading the Scorose fics where Rose is a mini-Hermione and Scorpius is a mini-Draco. I don't ship Dramione anyway and I don't think having the kids act EXACTLY like their parents would work anyway, but if the fic is well done then I might even find it enjoyable. I LOVE this ship because not only do I think the characters work well together but also how different nearly every fic about them is, it's almost impossible to get bored with the variety...most of the time.
This list originally was going to include three of my OTPs, but I just couldn't pick a third that is even close to the epic adorableness of these two ships, and anyway, I don't choose my OTPs, my OTPs choose me.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Luckily, I have a few ideas up my sleeve which I can pull out on an uninteresting day, and here is one of them. I am going to talk about two of my current OTPs.
1. Johnlock - You all know (or if you've read my earlier posts then you know) that the Sherlock fandom is a new one for me, and yet I am already obssessed. And who can watch Sherlock and not ship Johnlock? If you're there saying "ME!" then you're either lying to me or lying to yourself, my friend. It so OBVIOUSLY needs to happen, nearly every episode now sends me into a fit of fangirling and rolling around squealing like a lunatic, but who are we kidding those two things are practically the same. I love looking at the fanfiction and the fanart and I have just fallen in love with this ship. It is perfect.
2. Scorose - This is definitely my oldest OTP. The thing about NextGen characters is that you can twist them into so many different shapes and STILL keep everything canon, even if what you're saying isn't very likely there is still the possibility for it to happen. And the thing with Scorose (or Scorpius x Rose) is that most of the ways in which people portray them fit perfectly together.
I am a bit picky though, I don't REALLY like reading the Scorose fics where Rose is a mini-Hermione and Scorpius is a mini-Draco. I don't ship Dramione anyway and I don't think having the kids act EXACTLY like their parents would work anyway, but if the fic is well done then I might even find it enjoyable. I LOVE this ship because not only do I think the characters work well together but also how different nearly every fic about them is, it's almost impossible to get bored with the variety...most of the time.
This list originally was going to include three of my OTPs, but I just couldn't pick a third that is even close to the epic adorableness of these two ships, and anyway, I don't choose my OTPs, my OTPs choose me.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 11 January 2013
My Main Fandom - 11/01
Hopefully my main fandom is already guessable, but just in case it's not, I'm just going to say now that it is DEFINITELY, without a doubt in my mind, Harry Potter. It's the fandom that introduced me to the internet (the good side at least) and the book series that introduced me to reading. I couldn't possibly be more grateful to Jo for the books that literally were my childhood.
Now, how did it all begin? Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last...
Oh you mean how did I get into Harry Potter? You need to be more clear, me-from-a-few-seconds-ago-who-was-just-trying-to-show-off-because-that-was-from-memory-I'll-have-you-know (I could go further). Well to be perfectly honest I don't really REMEMBER how I got into HP. I am two months younger than the first book and my mom has been reading them to me since I was two years old. When I say I don't know life without Harry Potter my friends usually think I'm just being dramatic, but it's actually true!
My earliest Harry Potter memory was in November of 2001. Me, my mom and my cousin all went to watch the Philosopher's Stone, I remember loving the movie but that's not what stands out for me in that memory. It was the fact that when we went into the cinema it was a really nice day, all sunny and warm and nothing like November, and then a couple of hours later when we all left the cinema, outside it was snowing and a thin layer of the white stuff was already on the ground. To a four year old it seemed just like magic.
Then there was when Deathly Hallows came out, and when me and mom were FINALLY home after buying it, we both argued over who would get to read it first. I didn't want her to find out what happened before I did and she didn't me to find out what happened before she did, so we agreed that she would read it aloud to the both of us. It was a brilliant way of doing things, ending the series like we began it, and I was happy with our arrangement...until the Battle of Hogwarts. Have you ever heard someone trying to read aloud whilst simultaneously crying their eyes out? If you haven't, I'll let you know now that it is damn near IMPOSSIBLE to hear what they're saying, especially if you're 9.
I did take the mick out of my mom for that, until a few months later when I reread the entire series from start to finish for the first time. It was 2 o'clock in the morning, there was only a very thin wall between my room and my mom's room, and I was trying my hardest not to make a sound as I sat in bed weeping over the final Harry Potter book. My mother is still unaware of this.
I discovered Wizard Rock completely by accident. I was on Youtube and bored (this is in my final year of Primary school) and so I typed the first thing that came into my head into the search bar which just happened to be 'Gred and Forge' (don't ask why). They just so happened to be a wrock band and before I knew it, my iPod was full of songs about Harry Potter. From there, I found Kristina Horner, which lead me to the rest of the Youtubers I now watch, which lead me to so many more wonders of the interwebs.
Now that you know just a bit more about me, your Ravenclaw friend over here is going to try spending time socializing with her family. I know, it's hard to digest...maybe I should just put a film on and spend the rest of my Friday night in my room??? Oooooh, descisions, descisions.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
Now, how did it all begin? Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last...
Oh you mean how did I get into Harry Potter? You need to be more clear, me-from-a-few-seconds-ago-who-was-just-trying-to-show-off-because-that-was-from-memory-I'll-have-you-know (I could go further). Well to be perfectly honest I don't really REMEMBER how I got into HP. I am two months younger than the first book and my mom has been reading them to me since I was two years old. When I say I don't know life without Harry Potter my friends usually think I'm just being dramatic, but it's actually true!
My earliest Harry Potter memory was in November of 2001. Me, my mom and my cousin all went to watch the Philosopher's Stone, I remember loving the movie but that's not what stands out for me in that memory. It was the fact that when we went into the cinema it was a really nice day, all sunny and warm and nothing like November, and then a couple of hours later when we all left the cinema, outside it was snowing and a thin layer of the white stuff was already on the ground. To a four year old it seemed just like magic.
Then there was when Deathly Hallows came out, and when me and mom were FINALLY home after buying it, we both argued over who would get to read it first. I didn't want her to find out what happened before I did and she didn't me to find out what happened before she did, so we agreed that she would read it aloud to the both of us. It was a brilliant way of doing things, ending the series like we began it, and I was happy with our arrangement...until the Battle of Hogwarts. Have you ever heard someone trying to read aloud whilst simultaneously crying their eyes out? If you haven't, I'll let you know now that it is damn near IMPOSSIBLE to hear what they're saying, especially if you're 9.
I did take the mick out of my mom for that, until a few months later when I reread the entire series from start to finish for the first time. It was 2 o'clock in the morning, there was only a very thin wall between my room and my mom's room, and I was trying my hardest not to make a sound as I sat in bed weeping over the final Harry Potter book. My mother is still unaware of this.
I discovered Wizard Rock completely by accident. I was on Youtube and bored (this is in my final year of Primary school) and so I typed the first thing that came into my head into the search bar which just happened to be 'Gred and Forge' (don't ask why). They just so happened to be a wrock band and before I knew it, my iPod was full of songs about Harry Potter. From there, I found Kristina Horner, which lead me to the rest of the Youtubers I now watch, which lead me to so many more wonders of the interwebs.
Now that you know just a bit more about me, your Ravenclaw friend over here is going to try spending time socializing with her family. I know, it's hard to digest...maybe I should just put a film on and spend the rest of my Friday night in my room??? Oooooh, descisions, descisions.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
Thursday, 10 January 2013
Paaaaaaaanic - 10/01
In the English school system, I am in Year 10 (which is 4th year at Hogwarts for anyone who doesn't know) and so that means that in ALL of my subjects, except P.E, I have started work on the topics that I will be tested on next year for my GCSEs (or O.W.Ls if I went to Hogwarts...I could, you don't know me!) and that is a LITTLE bit scary.
Next year I'm going to be sitting exams that are probably going to affect the outcome of the rest of my life, and I have to remember what I'm learning now for then??? I can't even remember what I had for dinner last night, how does school expect me to remember all of this????
Anyway, enough of that panic for now since there'll be time for that next year. What I have been panicing about? The fact that I may or may not have spelt 'panicing' wrong and you're all going to tell me about it? Not anymore, I looked it up on Word. Nope, I am panicing over the fact that this year I have started doing my controlled assessments and they are worth part of my actual GCSE and these are the first tests I have ever done that actually MEAN something.
I got the results back from a 2000 word comparitive essay between Great Expectations and Macbeth yesterday and I was a little bi scared of what I would get, after all this essay was worth 25% of my English Literature GCSE, but I actually did ok. I got 32 out of 40 so overall that's not so bad but still...
It's like when you go to see a movie, or when you're on a rollercoaster. The period of time just before whatever you're about to do/see is always the most suspense filled few minutes of your life (or at least that's what it feels like) and my body can't handle too much of that. I already get waaaaaaay too nervous/excited before movies start (I don't even have to be part of that fandom, I just get a bit bouncy and a bit scared and just a bit like 'aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh') and now we have this as well?
Ugh, my body is NOT ready for this.
Not to mention the suspense in the few minutes BEFORE you arrive in a lesson where you will be writing your ACTUAL Controlled Assessment, that one's bad. I've just started my Music composition (which is the Controlled Assessment for that subject. Why did I take Music again? Oh right, because I'm an idiot) and the nerves just before the music lesson? It was bad. It was very, very bad. Then I just flagged down the teacher and said something along the lines of "Help, please" and he took me through it step by step.
Sooooo yeah, I think I am going to need help by the end of this year, or an outlet for everything I'm feeling. That outlet is now you. I hope you take this responsibilty seriously, I'm trusting you with my sanity.
Okay, even I couldn't keep a straight face at that one, I lost my sanity LOOOOOOONG ago.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Next year I'm going to be sitting exams that are probably going to affect the outcome of the rest of my life, and I have to remember what I'm learning now for then??? I can't even remember what I had for dinner last night, how does school expect me to remember all of this????
Anyway, enough of that panic for now since there'll be time for that next year. What I have been panicing about? The fact that I may or may not have spelt 'panicing' wrong and you're all going to tell me about it? Not anymore, I looked it up on Word. Nope, I am panicing over the fact that this year I have started doing my controlled assessments and they are worth part of my actual GCSE and these are the first tests I have ever done that actually MEAN something.
I got the results back from a 2000 word comparitive essay between Great Expectations and Macbeth yesterday and I was a little bi scared of what I would get, after all this essay was worth 25% of my English Literature GCSE, but I actually did ok. I got 32 out of 40 so overall that's not so bad but still...
It's like when you go to see a movie, or when you're on a rollercoaster. The period of time just before whatever you're about to do/see is always the most suspense filled few minutes of your life (or at least that's what it feels like) and my body can't handle too much of that. I already get waaaaaaay too nervous/excited before movies start (I don't even have to be part of that fandom, I just get a bit bouncy and a bit scared and just a bit like 'aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh') and now we have this as well?
Ugh, my body is NOT ready for this.
Not to mention the suspense in the few minutes BEFORE you arrive in a lesson where you will be writing your ACTUAL Controlled Assessment, that one's bad. I've just started my Music composition (which is the Controlled Assessment for that subject. Why did I take Music again? Oh right, because I'm an idiot) and the nerves just before the music lesson? It was bad. It was very, very bad. Then I just flagged down the teacher and said something along the lines of "Help, please" and he took me through it step by step.
Sooooo yeah, I think I am going to need help by the end of this year, or an outlet for everything I'm feeling. That outlet is now you. I hope you take this responsibilty seriously, I'm trusting you with my sanity.
Okay, even I couldn't keep a straight face at that one, I lost my sanity LOOOOOOONG ago.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Charging - 09/01
Now I know after yesterday's post it may seem like I'm going to be talking about how sleepy I am or something to that effect (especially considering the title of this one) but no. If I talked about how sleepy I am everytime I felt like I was going to fall asleep in lessons then this blog would just become a bit of a sleep diary.
This is actually about charging electronic equipment.
I know, aren't I good at this?
Come on, it's half seven and I already feel like collapsing into my bed, cut me some slack, okay?
Right, anyway, can I just ask why my phone has to be the worst phone at sustaining its battery life in the history of phones? Okay, not really but it's still really pathetic. I had my phone fully charged this morning when I left the house and then I read fanfiction on it in the hour I have to wait in my school's canteen until the school officially opens (yeah I get there early but I'd rather get a ride off of my mom than catch the bus in the morning, I HATE catching the bus in the morning for reasons unknown to me).
Then I turn off the interwebs on my phone, put in on silent, put it in my pocket and I don't touch it until I leave school six hours later. And guess what I found out when I took it out of my pocket after school?
Well, from my tone it's probably pretty easy to guess anyway, but you're probably thinking something along the lines of 'Only 10% battery left' and if you are, you're wrong. '5% battery left?' Nope, wrong.
IT WAS DEAD!!!!! AFTER ONLY BEING USED FOR ONE HOUR AND THEN LEFT ALONE FOR SIX HOURS MY PHONE DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure it may not seem like a big deal to SOME people but I wanted to read fanfiction at the bus stop! And I had to text my mom, but it was mostly the fanfiction thing.
So yeah, me and my phone aren't exactly 'simpatico' at the moment *glares at phone* but hey, it MUST survive tomorrow otherwise I may just have to MURDER it!
Have I mentioned that I'm running a bit low on sleep?
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
This is actually about charging electronic equipment.
I know, aren't I good at this?
Come on, it's half seven and I already feel like collapsing into my bed, cut me some slack, okay?
Right, anyway, can I just ask why my phone has to be the worst phone at sustaining its battery life in the history of phones? Okay, not really but it's still really pathetic. I had my phone fully charged this morning when I left the house and then I read fanfiction on it in the hour I have to wait in my school's canteen until the school officially opens (yeah I get there early but I'd rather get a ride off of my mom than catch the bus in the morning, I HATE catching the bus in the morning for reasons unknown to me).
Then I turn off the interwebs on my phone, put in on silent, put it in my pocket and I don't touch it until I leave school six hours later. And guess what I found out when I took it out of my pocket after school?
Well, from my tone it's probably pretty easy to guess anyway, but you're probably thinking something along the lines of 'Only 10% battery left' and if you are, you're wrong. '5% battery left?' Nope, wrong.
IT WAS DEAD!!!!! AFTER ONLY BEING USED FOR ONE HOUR AND THEN LEFT ALONE FOR SIX HOURS MY PHONE DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure it may not seem like a big deal to SOME people but I wanted to read fanfiction at the bus stop! And I had to text my mom, but it was mostly the fanfiction thing.
So yeah, me and my phone aren't exactly 'simpatico' at the moment *glares at phone* but hey, it MUST survive tomorrow otherwise I may just have to MURDER it!
Have I mentioned that I'm running a bit low on sleep?
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Cha Cha Cha - 08/01
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOL! Ughhhhhh.
I really didn't want to go to school today. I HAD to, but I was still coming up with ways in which the school could have been destroyed over the holidays at lunchtime.
This morning I had to literally drag myself out of bed just so I could turn off the alarm and the only way I managed to do everything that I had to was by telling myself that if I got ready quickly then I would have enough time for a very short nap before I left the house.
I didn't get that nap.
Then I had to do lessons and think about things and my brain didn't want to cooperate so I kept losing focus and it was AWFUL. I swear my mind shut down throughout most of my Spanish lesson. Then we had lunch and I had chocolate and my brain finally engaged. I was thinking things and being all smart and stuff, like you're meant to in school, only to realise that the next lesson was P.E.
Me and sports have a very dysfunctional relationship in which I want to be its friend, but it hates me and so it keeps making me sad, but I keep going back, after very long periods of time, because I know that if we can be friends I will end up better off. So you can probably imagine that P.E is not exactly my favourite subject.
Still, when you have to do the cha cha cha with a friend that can only lead to hilarity...until you get told off for laughing to much, but overall it was hilarious. There was the way in which "you have to hold your partner" that kept putting us off and making us laugh. Then we were told that because we knew the basics "you are going to be dancing with your partner for three minutes. Don't stop. Carry on all the way through." Who wouldn't laugh at that?
About 98% of the people in the room. What must my teacher think of me now?
After that I had history in which my brain shut off again, so YAY for that. But now that I'm home and this is almost done I get to watch the new episodes of...
Nope, not telling you my guilty pleasure, we don't know each other well enough yet.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I really didn't want to go to school today. I HAD to, but I was still coming up with ways in which the school could have been destroyed over the holidays at lunchtime.
This morning I had to literally drag myself out of bed just so I could turn off the alarm and the only way I managed to do everything that I had to was by telling myself that if I got ready quickly then I would have enough time for a very short nap before I left the house.
I didn't get that nap.
Then I had to do lessons and think about things and my brain didn't want to cooperate so I kept losing focus and it was AWFUL. I swear my mind shut down throughout most of my Spanish lesson. Then we had lunch and I had chocolate and my brain finally engaged. I was thinking things and being all smart and stuff, like you're meant to in school, only to realise that the next lesson was P.E.
Me and sports have a very dysfunctional relationship in which I want to be its friend, but it hates me and so it keeps making me sad, but I keep going back, after very long periods of time, because I know that if we can be friends I will end up better off. So you can probably imagine that P.E is not exactly my favourite subject.
Still, when you have to do the cha cha cha with a friend that can only lead to hilarity...until you get told off for laughing to much, but overall it was hilarious. There was the way in which "you have to hold your partner" that kept putting us off and making us laugh. Then we were told that because we knew the basics "you are going to be dancing with your partner for three minutes. Don't stop. Carry on all the way through." Who wouldn't laugh at that?
About 98% of the people in the room. What must my teacher think of me now?
After that I had history in which my brain shut off again, so YAY for that. But now that I'm home and this is almost done I get to watch the new episodes of...
Nope, not telling you my guilty pleasure, we don't know each other well enough yet.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 7 January 2013
School - 07/01
Ok, so technically school has started for me, the Christmas holidays are officially over and now everything's going to go back to normal...ugh. I know that my life was going to have to return to what it used to be but I didn't know just how quickly the holidays could pass.
Ok, so I did spend quite a few days on FMA marathons wherein I got through about 15 episodes each day. Then there was Christmas and all the family days around that time. And then there were the days when I met up with my friends and...
Well, I guess I should have known how quickly it would pass.
It's just that school and me haven't really had a very good relationship ever since I started Secondary school and the pressure of exams got more real and the teachers decided that the best way to make us learn was to not teach us anything and then give us hours of homework. I find school to be so BLOODY annoying...and now I have to go back.
Man, I wish I was going back to Hogwarts.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE learning and knowing new and interesting facts. I just hate the fact that our future careers are based on how well we fare in tests. It's not even so much about how well you know the subject, especially in the sciences, but rather how well you can structure your essays. I have once gotten a question where I (thought) I knew that topic inside out, and got hardly any marks in the essay question, and there have been others where I have known the bare minimum, but because of how I phrased it I got full marks.
HOW IS THIS FAIR???
Anyway, I think I'm going to stop my rant here because if I DO manage to keep up with this blog you guys are going to have to handle me when I'm doing my mocks and I'm warning you now, it ain't going to be pretty.
On the bright side, I now have a Sherlock calender.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Ok, so I did spend quite a few days on FMA marathons wherein I got through about 15 episodes each day. Then there was Christmas and all the family days around that time. And then there were the days when I met up with my friends and...
Well, I guess I should have known how quickly it would pass.
It's just that school and me haven't really had a very good relationship ever since I started Secondary school and the pressure of exams got more real and the teachers decided that the best way to make us learn was to not teach us anything and then give us hours of homework. I find school to be so BLOODY annoying...and now I have to go back.
Man, I wish I was going back to Hogwarts.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE learning and knowing new and interesting facts. I just hate the fact that our future careers are based on how well we fare in tests. It's not even so much about how well you know the subject, especially in the sciences, but rather how well you can structure your essays. I have once gotten a question where I (thought) I knew that topic inside out, and got hardly any marks in the essay question, and there have been others where I have known the bare minimum, but because of how I phrased it I got full marks.
HOW IS THIS FAIR???
Anyway, I think I'm going to stop my rant here because if I DO manage to keep up with this blog you guys are going to have to handle me when I'm doing my mocks and I'm warning you now, it ain't going to be pretty.
On the bright side, I now have a Sherlock calender.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Mac and Cheese - 06/01
Right now I am really, really hungry and my dinner, which is cooking as I write this, is Mac and Cheese, so maybe this will just show you how short my attention span is. I had a freakin brilliant idea for today's post and then I did some internet things and now...well I can't remember what my idea was.
But anyway, I just want to say how grateful I am to Mac and Cheese this holiday. My mom and my step-dad have had to go out of the house a lot, leaving me alone for quite long periods of time, not that I mind at all, after all I really don't like going to that strange and mysterious place that is known as...the outside *add creepy effects*
Anyway, because I've been left home alone, I've been needing something easy to cook for myself, because cooking is a complete mystery to me, like how does it work and what do you do and stuff (yeah, the day when I move out is the day that I begin to starve). Because of my lack of skill in the kitchen, that's why I am so grateful to Mac and Cheese.
It's simple to cook, quick to cook (I get hungry very often) and tastes delicious.
Perfection.
You really do not want to know how much Mac and Cheese I have eaten over the past couple of weeks. Oh well, school starts again tomorrow so I've got to celebrate my last day of freedom somehow and it was either Mac and Cheese or procrastinating from my homework by going on the interwebs...
Oh wait a minute.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
But anyway, I just want to say how grateful I am to Mac and Cheese this holiday. My mom and my step-dad have had to go out of the house a lot, leaving me alone for quite long periods of time, not that I mind at all, after all I really don't like going to that strange and mysterious place that is known as...the outside *add creepy effects*
Anyway, because I've been left home alone, I've been needing something easy to cook for myself, because cooking is a complete mystery to me, like how does it work and what do you do and stuff (yeah, the day when I move out is the day that I begin to starve). Because of my lack of skill in the kitchen, that's why I am so grateful to Mac and Cheese.
It's simple to cook, quick to cook (I get hungry very often) and tastes delicious.
Perfection.
You really do not want to know how much Mac and Cheese I have eaten over the past couple of weeks. Oh well, school starts again tomorrow so I've got to celebrate my last day of freedom somehow and it was either Mac and Cheese or procrastinating from my homework by going on the interwebs...
Oh wait a minute.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Cleaning - 05/01
Look, I am a teenager and by definition, that means that I have the RIGHT to have an untidy room, that just comes with adolesence, or so I have been told. Little did I know how much of an inevitability it would be. Seriously, my room is a pig sty and I'm meant to be cleaning it up right now. Instead I've turned to my good friend: procrastination.
What I want to know, though, is HOW does it get so bloody messy? I spend all night sleeping in the same bed that I have for a few years now and I make that bed in the morning. Then, if I don't have school, I will try to spend all day on the interwebs. I do not move from this one spot all day, and yet my room happens to look ridiculously messy. WHAT?
Sure, it was just Christmas and I haven't been bothered to put away ALL of my Christmas prezzies but all of the chocolate has already been eaten and that's MOST of my Christmas haul! Yes, before you ask, I did throw all the wrappers in the bin. But anyway, the rest of my Christmas presents are in a bag in the corner and out of the way...except the Sherlock boxset. That is next to my DVD player.
Then there's the whole cleaning thing. I am not one of those teenagers that constantly complains about the work I have to do, if my mom tells me to do something, I'll do it. The sooner I finish whatever it is that she's asked me to do, the sooner I can get back on the interwebs after all, but it seems like I have to clean my room EVERY freakin DAY!
Why does it get so messy so often?
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
What I want to know, though, is HOW does it get so bloody messy? I spend all night sleeping in the same bed that I have for a few years now and I make that bed in the morning. Then, if I don't have school, I will try to spend all day on the interwebs. I do not move from this one spot all day, and yet my room happens to look ridiculously messy. WHAT?
Sure, it was just Christmas and I haven't been bothered to put away ALL of my Christmas prezzies but all of the chocolate has already been eaten and that's MOST of my Christmas haul! Yes, before you ask, I did throw all the wrappers in the bin. But anyway, the rest of my Christmas presents are in a bag in the corner and out of the way...except the Sherlock boxset. That is next to my DVD player.
Then there's the whole cleaning thing. I am not one of those teenagers that constantly complains about the work I have to do, if my mom tells me to do something, I'll do it. The sooner I finish whatever it is that she's asked me to do, the sooner I can get back on the interwebs after all, but it seems like I have to clean my room EVERY freakin DAY!
Why does it get so messy so often?
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 4 January 2013
New Fandoms - 04/01
Now I won't deny that when I like something I become so obssessed with it that I can't function for several hours without squealing and/or crying. This gets especially bad around Christmastime, I get books/movies/boxsets for tv shows I've always wanted to read/watch, me and my friends meet up and watch movies or tv shows and then BOOM! Life ruined for an unknowable amount of time.
And this Christmas holiday has been no different. I will now list the three fandoms that I have VERY recently become a part of with descriptions and stuff. Here I go.
1. Sherlock - I have wanted to watch Sherlock for a VERY long time, but when I FINALLY got a tumblr account a few months ago, the want turned into need and with Christmas coming up, I asked for the boxset, which I received. I had finished series 2 by the 27th of December. I now fully ship Johnlock, have read many fanfictions, seen very cute and very disturbing fan art and I currently follow some Sherlock blogs on tumblr. There has also been the rewatches and the listening to the commentary and watching the behind the scenes. It has become my main obsession and when I am done writing this I will be returning to a Johnlock fic I'm halfway through.
I was NOT prepared for the end of series 2!
2. FMA - I actually started watching Fullmetal Alchemist a few days before the start of the Christmas holidays but today was when I finished the series. Seriously, those of you involved in the fandom will understand the amount of heartbreak I have had to deal with today, this morning I was on about episode 50. I am warning anyone reading this, if you do want to watch FMA, you SHOULD because it is amazingly epic and I would recommed it...unless you cannot handle heartbreak. If you have a tendency to cry and want to avoid it as much as possible, avoid FMA as much as possible.
Also, I shipped Edwin since the moment we met Winry (ok, maybe not the MOMENT but definitely since that episode).
3. Rise of the Guardians - This is the newest fandom I have joined and that one also happened to start today. Me and my alter ego (Hi Jess!) went to see this movie today and OMG IT WAS SO BRILLIANT AND ADORABLE AND I NEED JACK FROST TO BE REAL BECAUSE HE IS SO CUTE AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (example of what I am like after immediately joining a fandom). I am both in love with Jack and ship him with the Tooth Fairy at the same time, is that even healthy? You know what, I don't even care anymore.
So those are the three fandoms I have very recently joined, I hoped you enjoyed my outburst of emotion, that's what these things DO to me.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
And this Christmas holiday has been no different. I will now list the three fandoms that I have VERY recently become a part of with descriptions and stuff. Here I go.
1. Sherlock - I have wanted to watch Sherlock for a VERY long time, but when I FINALLY got a tumblr account a few months ago, the want turned into need and with Christmas coming up, I asked for the boxset, which I received. I had finished series 2 by the 27th of December. I now fully ship Johnlock, have read many fanfictions, seen very cute and very disturbing fan art and I currently follow some Sherlock blogs on tumblr. There has also been the rewatches and the listening to the commentary and watching the behind the scenes. It has become my main obsession and when I am done writing this I will be returning to a Johnlock fic I'm halfway through.
I was NOT prepared for the end of series 2!
2. FMA - I actually started watching Fullmetal Alchemist a few days before the start of the Christmas holidays but today was when I finished the series. Seriously, those of you involved in the fandom will understand the amount of heartbreak I have had to deal with today, this morning I was on about episode 50. I am warning anyone reading this, if you do want to watch FMA, you SHOULD because it is amazingly epic and I would recommed it...unless you cannot handle heartbreak. If you have a tendency to cry and want to avoid it as much as possible, avoid FMA as much as possible.
Also, I shipped Edwin since the moment we met Winry (ok, maybe not the MOMENT but definitely since that episode).
3. Rise of the Guardians - This is the newest fandom I have joined and that one also happened to start today. Me and my alter ego (Hi Jess!) went to see this movie today and OMG IT WAS SO BRILLIANT AND ADORABLE AND I NEED JACK FROST TO BE REAL BECAUSE HE IS SO CUTE AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (example of what I am like after immediately joining a fandom). I am both in love with Jack and ship him with the Tooth Fairy at the same time, is that even healthy? You know what, I don't even care anymore.
So those are the three fandoms I have very recently joined, I hoped you enjoyed my outburst of emotion, that's what these things DO to me.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 3 January 2013
London - 03/01
As mentioned yesterday, my parents decided that yesterday was family day out to London and I didn't write about it yesterday because 1. I had an hour to make a blog post and I didn't think I could do it in an hour and 2. The photos on my phone weren't cooperating and I really couldn't be bothered to try and make them cooperate at such a tired hour.
Well the photos still aren't cooperating. But I will still talk about London.
It started off with a 3 hour coach drive (and I slept through all of it).
Then when we got to London, we walked around trying to look for somewhere which sold cheap theatre tickets, which took us FOUR HOURS! Four hours of walking! My feet were so surprised, it's been ages since I walked further than from one side of my school to the other. I don't see the outside world much. Anyway, during the horrific walk we DID see the changing of the guard, so that was interesting.
When we finally got the tickets (we were going to see Wicked) we had about three hours to kill, so we went to Hamley's and oh wow it was beautiful. There were SO FREAKIN MANY toys and games and it was just like heaven. Then I found a section completely dedicated to Harry Potter and I just sort of died from fangirling (I feel sorry for the eardrums of the people standing next to me, there was a lot of squealing involved). There were bookmarks, which I have, a Hogwarts House Crest pin set, which I have, pens for each house, which I have (the Ravenclaw one, why would I want the others???), and so many other things. The wands of most of the main characters, a Luna Lovegood jewellry set and that's only naming the things I could afford! There was the sword of Godric Gryffindor, two chess sets and a £300 model of Hogwarts! I was in heaven. Couldn't buy anything though.
After that, it was time to see Wicked, which I was quite excited for because I'd heard such good things about it, a friend of mine says that she's seen it about seven times and it never gets less amazing. I think you can see what's coming. I was a little disappointed.
Don't get me wrong, it was a good show, but it really doesn't deserve all the hype it gets, but of course I'm no expert in the subject of musical theatre and that is just my opinion. I don't even really know what I didn't like about it, I just...didn't.
I know. Aren't I good at this writing thing?
Anyway, then we had the three hour coach ride home (and I slept through all of it)
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Well the photos still aren't cooperating. But I will still talk about London.
It started off with a 3 hour coach drive (and I slept through all of it).
Then when we got to London, we walked around trying to look for somewhere which sold cheap theatre tickets, which took us FOUR HOURS! Four hours of walking! My feet were so surprised, it's been ages since I walked further than from one side of my school to the other. I don't see the outside world much. Anyway, during the horrific walk we DID see the changing of the guard, so that was interesting.
When we finally got the tickets (we were going to see Wicked) we had about three hours to kill, so we went to Hamley's and oh wow it was beautiful. There were SO FREAKIN MANY toys and games and it was just like heaven. Then I found a section completely dedicated to Harry Potter and I just sort of died from fangirling (I feel sorry for the eardrums of the people standing next to me, there was a lot of squealing involved). There were bookmarks, which I have, a Hogwarts House Crest pin set, which I have, pens for each house, which I have (the Ravenclaw one, why would I want the others???), and so many other things. The wands of most of the main characters, a Luna Lovegood jewellry set and that's only naming the things I could afford! There was the sword of Godric Gryffindor, two chess sets and a £300 model of Hogwarts! I was in heaven. Couldn't buy anything though.
After that, it was time to see Wicked, which I was quite excited for because I'd heard such good things about it, a friend of mine says that she's seen it about seven times and it never gets less amazing. I think you can see what's coming. I was a little disappointed.
Don't get me wrong, it was a good show, but it really doesn't deserve all the hype it gets, but of course I'm no expert in the subject of musical theatre and that is just my opinion. I don't even really know what I didn't like about it, I just...didn't.
I know. Aren't I good at this writing thing?
Anyway, then we had the three hour coach ride home (and I slept through all of it)
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Sleepytimes - 02/01
Ok, so today I went to London and it was awesome and eveything but because of that I have literally JUST got home with only an hour to write and post this. That is why I'm not going to be talking about my trip to London today, it shall be discussed in the morrow. I have pictures that have to be included and in my sleepy state right now I REALLY can't be bothered to get them off my phone and onto my computer, and so I'm just going to talk about something rather generic.
Hope that's okay. It had better be because I'm not changing this now, I've only got one bloody hour. Why did I let my alter ego persuade me into doing this?
Anyway, today I shall be talking about sleep, because I'm sleepy. But I know that when I actually go to bed, the urge to drift into unconciousness for however many hours my mom will let me get away with will just disappear. I don't know whether it's my bed or my brain going "Think things" but I just lose all of my tiredness the moment I get into bed and there is no way of me stopping this.
Then there's getting up in the morning and that is just painful, and rather confusing when I stop and think about it. I mean, ask me to get up at 6:30 am for school and sometimes my body will be fine with it. It'll wake up before the first lesson starts and I can have a nice, non-sleepy day at school. When does this usually happen? When I feel asleep at 2 am the previous night!
Then there'll be days when my body just does NOT want to do stuff. I'll spend all my lesson time thinking about sleeping (and if it's Biology then actual sleeping might be involved) and I can hardly move from point A to point B without looking like a shuffling zombie. And when does this happen? When I fell asleep at 10:30 pm the previous night!
WHAT?!
I am genuinely confused with how this works, but it does. And it is so bloody annoying that I just want to...
Calm down.
Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest in the very limited time I had to actually write it and post it.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Hope that's okay. It had better be because I'm not changing this now, I've only got one bloody hour. Why did I let my alter ego persuade me into doing this?
Anyway, today I shall be talking about sleep, because I'm sleepy. But I know that when I actually go to bed, the urge to drift into unconciousness for however many hours my mom will let me get away with will just disappear. I don't know whether it's my bed or my brain going "Think things" but I just lose all of my tiredness the moment I get into bed and there is no way of me stopping this.
Then there's getting up in the morning and that is just painful, and rather confusing when I stop and think about it. I mean, ask me to get up at 6:30 am for school and sometimes my body will be fine with it. It'll wake up before the first lesson starts and I can have a nice, non-sleepy day at school. When does this usually happen? When I feel asleep at 2 am the previous night!
Then there'll be days when my body just does NOT want to do stuff. I'll spend all my lesson time thinking about sleeping (and if it's Biology then actual sleeping might be involved) and I can hardly move from point A to point B without looking like a shuffling zombie. And when does this happen? When I fell asleep at 10:30 pm the previous night!
WHAT?!
I am genuinely confused with how this works, but it does. And it is so bloody annoying that I just want to...
Calm down.
Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest in the very limited time I had to actually write it and post it.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
New Challenge - 01/01
Hello there! As far as I'm aware, no one actually reads this (except for my alter ego who is actually a year younger than me: HI) but I have decided, along with previously mentioned alter ego, that I am going to try to blog every day in 2013. Yes. EVERY. BLOODY. DAY.
I'm a bit scared.
I don't mean blog on tumblr because I do that every day anyway, in fact tumblr's open right now, but I mean on this blog. Yeah, this one. That is never updated and never read (except by previously mentioned alter ego, again HI!). Hopefully that will change, and I'm changing the only one of those two things that I can.
Now, rules. My alter ego with her blog hasn't given herself any rules, but I am going to because believe me when I say that I am a procrastinate-y (yes that IS a word) person and I shall need incentive to continue with this thing.
I only have 3 rules.
1. Every post will be over 100 words.
2. Every post will be under 1500 words (I can write a lot once I get going)
3. I will post every day in 2013.
If I go against ANY of these three rules, but who are we kidding it's always going to be the last one) then you guys have my permission to punish me, if you notice before the release of the NEXT blog post.
You can punish me in a number of ways, from having me tell an embarrassing moment from my childhood to having me write a ficlet for your OTP but it HAS to be able to be done in a blog post. Not going to have to go outside or anything.
Now then, I am not just going to leave this first one off like that, getting you all (HI there) excited about punishments, I am going to do the 'Five-random-facts-most-people-who-know-me-irl-already-know-but-you-don't-know-me-irl-so-I'll-say-them game.' Yes that is the real name of the game.
1. My name is Anna and I am 15.
2. I have been a Harry Potter fan since before I can remember. Seriously, my mom read to me when I was about 2. I am also a nerdfighter.
3. I am currently inflating from eating most of the chocolate that I got for Christmas.
4. I am from England. I have also been called posh before so maybe I also have the accent that non-English people would expect me to have but I'm not a very accurate judge of that now am I.
5. I really don't trust the fact that I am going to be able to keep up with this blog, but I will try.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I'm a bit scared.
I don't mean blog on tumblr because I do that every day anyway, in fact tumblr's open right now, but I mean on this blog. Yeah, this one. That is never updated and never read (except by previously mentioned alter ego, again HI!). Hopefully that will change, and I'm changing the only one of those two things that I can.
Now, rules. My alter ego with her blog hasn't given herself any rules, but I am going to because believe me when I say that I am a procrastinate-y (yes that IS a word) person and I shall need incentive to continue with this thing.
I only have 3 rules.
1. Every post will be over 100 words.
2. Every post will be under 1500 words (I can write a lot once I get going)
3. I will post every day in 2013.
If I go against ANY of these three rules, but who are we kidding it's always going to be the last one) then you guys have my permission to punish me, if you notice before the release of the NEXT blog post.
You can punish me in a number of ways, from having me tell an embarrassing moment from my childhood to having me write a ficlet for your OTP but it HAS to be able to be done in a blog post. Not going to have to go outside or anything.
Now then, I am not just going to leave this first one off like that, getting you all (HI there) excited about punishments, I am going to do the 'Five-random-facts-most-people-who-know-me-irl-already-know-but-you-don't-know-me-irl-so-I'll-say-them game.' Yes that is the real name of the game.
1. My name is Anna and I am 15.
2. I have been a Harry Potter fan since before I can remember. Seriously, my mom read to me when I was about 2. I am also a nerdfighter.
3. I am currently inflating from eating most of the chocolate that I got for Christmas.
4. I am from England. I have also been called posh before so maybe I also have the accent that non-English people would expect me to have but I'm not a very accurate judge of that now am I.
5. I really don't trust the fact that I am going to be able to keep up with this blog, but I will try.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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