Have you ever woken up after a reasonable number of hours sleeping and just felt like you have spent the past 48 hours on a sugar high and you've finally crashed? No? Just me? Okay.
Basically, I woke up this morning in a travellodge a couple of hours away from my home (I had to go to a family party) with a very bad back (I was sleeping on a sofa, I'm not a middle-aged person...or so I say) and I just wanted to go back to sleep. But nooooooo, apparently I had to go back home. When I finally dragged my tired arse off the sofa, I had to do my morning routine.
That was the slowest I have ever completed my morning routine. Even when I wake up on a Saturday morning at sometime in the afternoon I go quicker than I did then...if you don't count the hours spent in my pjs after I get out of bed. I was so sluggish, it was painful.
Then I was outside, and I was about to get in the car so I could sleep or, as my mom puts it, drive home. Mom was doing the driving, I should probably have mentioned that. My uncle chose that point to tell me that I looked like shit. I'm not even paraphrasing, my uncle literally said to me "Anna, you look like shit."
Thanks.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Friday, 22 February 2013
Complaining - 22/02
Well, it's been a bloody brilliant week, but that all ends today and come Monday I'll have to return to school. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. There's something about school that I just cannot stand, I would rather be physically injured than have to actually go, and that's not right. And I'm not the only person who feels like this.
I used to absolutely love school, it was my favourite thing in the whole world. Not because of my friends (because I didn't have many growing up), but because I absolutely LOVE learning new things. Finding out facts about certain facts of life, or how one thing will fit with another, I love it all! But since I've started secondary school (muggle equivalent to Hogwarts) I have found my love for school decreasing rapidly.
Now that I'm in year 10 and I have my GCSEs next year, we have to learn the syllabus for these exams so that we can get the best marks possible in the exams, but these exams aren't testing what we learn, they're testing our memories and, with essay questions, they're testing how well we can outsmart the examiners. And our lessons are reflecting that.
I haven't really learned very many new things this year because my teachers are focusing more on the whole 'exam technique' thing, which I completely agree with, for these exams it is something that we need to know, but it is one of the reasons why I am finding school so unenjoyable. I'm not learning ANYTHING interesting, except maybe in maths.
And then you have the added amount of homework and the stress I can get over never doing it.
And then you have the lonliness.
And then you have the crappy teachers.
And I could go on.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I used to absolutely love school, it was my favourite thing in the whole world. Not because of my friends (because I didn't have many growing up), but because I absolutely LOVE learning new things. Finding out facts about certain facts of life, or how one thing will fit with another, I love it all! But since I've started secondary school (muggle equivalent to Hogwarts) I have found my love for school decreasing rapidly.
Now that I'm in year 10 and I have my GCSEs next year, we have to learn the syllabus for these exams so that we can get the best marks possible in the exams, but these exams aren't testing what we learn, they're testing our memories and, with essay questions, they're testing how well we can outsmart the examiners. And our lessons are reflecting that.
I haven't really learned very many new things this year because my teachers are focusing more on the whole 'exam technique' thing, which I completely agree with, for these exams it is something that we need to know, but it is one of the reasons why I am finding school so unenjoyable. I'm not learning ANYTHING interesting, except maybe in maths.
And then you have the added amount of homework and the stress I can get over never doing it.
And then you have the lonliness.
And then you have the crappy teachers.
And I could go on.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Boring - 21/02
I haven't exactly been keeping up with this, I am aware of that, and I do apologize, but even now, writing something after a few days break, I realise that I have nothing to write about. What can I say, I lead a boring life. Nothing much to report.
However, I do have to mention that today is 2.21.13 in the American calender which does look like 221B which means that it must be a Sherlock day, like every other day in my life really but today the date reflects that. It just had to mentioned, like May 2nd, or July 31st. You just can't not.
And that is the highlight of my day.
See, I'm boring.
No wonder I lose inspiration for these things.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
However, I do have to mention that today is 2.21.13 in the American calender which does look like 221B which means that it must be a Sherlock day, like every other day in my life really but today the date reflects that. It just had to mentioned, like May 2nd, or July 31st. You just can't not.
And that is the highlight of my day.
See, I'm boring.
No wonder I lose inspiration for these things.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 18 February 2013
Chocolate - 18/02
I have just eaten a choclate brownie desert with a cheesecake like structure and YES IT WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS IT SOUNDS! I AM IN HEAVEN RIGHT NOW AND I NEED MOOOORREEEE OF THIS AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS DESERT!!!!!!!!!!!
I likey me some nice food.
What have I done today other than sit on my arse, eat constantly and watch videos on my iPad? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
It's been a bloody perfect day if you ask me.
And now I have nothing to report.
Hey! At least I'm updating this today!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I likey me some nice food.
What have I done today other than sit on my arse, eat constantly and watch videos on my iPad? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
It's been a bloody perfect day if you ask me.
And now I have nothing to report.
Hey! At least I'm updating this today!
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Sims - 17/02
Okay, I know, I'm getting seriously bad at this, but I've been soooo busy recently that I just haven't found the time to...
You guys don't believe me, do you?
Not that I blame you, I don't believe me either.
But hey, who actually keeps up with this blog??? Really?
Exxxxxxacty.
Now that that's out of the way...I have nothing to talk about. Come on guys, it's a Sunday and Sunday's are boring. I have literally spent all morning sitting around on my iPad doing nothing and eating so much that right now I feel ready to burst. Not really anything interesting to report...
Although my Sims did get divorced today, and then both left the house, leaving their twin daughters with the woman's recently preggers sister, so that was fun. The kids don't really seem that bothered to be honest, they just continued doing what they were doing.
See! My sims had a more interesting day than me! Maybe I should just give them a blog...
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
You guys don't believe me, do you?
Not that I blame you, I don't believe me either.
But hey, who actually keeps up with this blog??? Really?
Exxxxxxacty.
Now that that's out of the way...I have nothing to talk about. Come on guys, it's a Sunday and Sunday's are boring. I have literally spent all morning sitting around on my iPad doing nothing and eating so much that right now I feel ready to burst. Not really anything interesting to report...
Although my Sims did get divorced today, and then both left the house, leaving their twin daughters with the woman's recently preggers sister, so that was fun. The kids don't really seem that bothered to be honest, they just continued doing what they were doing.
See! My sims had a more interesting day than me! Maybe I should just give them a blog...
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 15 February 2013
Home alone - 15/02
My mom and step-dad are out right now due to this work thing that they have to do, so I have stayed in my house...all alone. Which is fantabulous! I can dance around like an idiot from room to room and eat ALL THE SNACKS in the kitchen and then spend my time in the way that I always spend my time.
Hello Interwebs.
Yes, even though I have the freedom of the WHOLE HOUSE tonight, I have decided to sit in my room in the exact same spot that I do every single day and do internet things. Because hey, who likes change?
Ah well, at least I can say that I've abused the HAVING ALL THE SNACKS rule. I eat like a pig. It's got to stop...but I DON'T WANT IT TO STOP!!!!!!
Ahhhhh, the woes of my life.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Hello Interwebs.
Yes, even though I have the freedom of the WHOLE HOUSE tonight, I have decided to sit in my room in the exact same spot that I do every single day and do internet things. Because hey, who likes change?
Ah well, at least I can say that I've abused the HAVING ALL THE SNACKS rule. I eat like a pig. It's got to stop...but I DON'T WANT IT TO STOP!!!!!!
Ahhhhh, the woes of my life.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Valentines - 14/02
Despite the fact that most single people are supposed to be sad today, today has been one of my best days of the year.
It's been one awesome thing after the other, and I have just loved it. One thing that happened today is I received a Valentine from a friend of mine full of phandom pick up lines and it was HILARIOUS! Seriously, I haven't laughed so much in AGES.
Then there's the fact that I am now reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes...or some of them anyway. Saw a great big book in the school library, checked the title, saw Sherlock Holmes written in big plain font and I almost ran to the library desk to take it out. That's going to be a fun read.
So yeah, awesome Valentines Day which had absolutely nothing to do with Valentines Day-like things.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
It's been one awesome thing after the other, and I have just loved it. One thing that happened today is I received a Valentine from a friend of mine full of phandom pick up lines and it was HILARIOUS! Seriously, I haven't laughed so much in AGES.
Then there's the fact that I am now reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes...or some of them anyway. Saw a great big book in the school library, checked the title, saw Sherlock Holmes written in big plain font and I almost ran to the library desk to take it out. That's going to be a fun read.
So yeah, awesome Valentines Day which had absolutely nothing to do with Valentines Day-like things.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Torchwood - 13/02
I LOVE Torchwood. Not the whole Canary Warf thing (if you loved that then I seriously think you should get that gaping hole in the middle of your chest checked out) but the BBC3 show that was on a few years ago. Of course, being 8 when it aired, I wasn't allowed to watch it when it first came out, but I did end up watching every episode and loving the show to pieces.
Naturally it took me a WHILE to love the show to pieces. I was still rather young when I watched it and I didn't REALLY understand many of the jokes, but it is fun rewatching them and just thinking to yourself "I couldn't have been x years old when I watched this!" And then laughing, because hey the jokes are funny.
But yeeeeeah, can you tell that I have nothing to talk about today? What can I say, I have a boring life.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Naturally it took me a WHILE to love the show to pieces. I was still rather young when I watched it and I didn't REALLY understand many of the jokes, but it is fun rewatching them and just thinking to yourself "I couldn't have been x years old when I watched this!" And then laughing, because hey the jokes are funny.
But yeeeeeah, can you tell that I have nothing to talk about today? What can I say, I have a boring life.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Pancakes - 12/02
First of all, if you check the rules, it says you have 24 hours to come up with a punishment for me and if I don't get one then I won't do one and that's that.
Yes, I missed one (it was bound to happen at some point) but the thing is that I didn't give up! You should have seen me when I got behind on NaNoWriMo, that was rather pathetic actually, but this is not like that. I'm carrying on, even if I missed my post yesterday (sorry about that).
But anyway, today is pancake day...so that's fun. If you can be bothered to make pancakes.
Usually my mom gets those packet pancakes that you stick in the microwave and they're cooked in two minutes. No effort involved. None at all. And they still taste perfect!
This year is not like that. This year, we have ready made pancake mix, sure, but we have to cook them ourselves and when you've had to spend and hour at school from six til seven (long story) you're really not in the mood to get pancakes everywhere because of your absolutely awful flipping skills.
And when I say you, I really mean me.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE pancakes. They are beautiful and I would eat them all the time, if making them wasn't so effort-full. My dad makes perfect pancakes anyway, on any day of the year, so I don't need that special pancake mix!
I am kind of hungry though.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Yes, I missed one (it was bound to happen at some point) but the thing is that I didn't give up! You should have seen me when I got behind on NaNoWriMo, that was rather pathetic actually, but this is not like that. I'm carrying on, even if I missed my post yesterday (sorry about that).
But anyway, today is pancake day...so that's fun. If you can be bothered to make pancakes.
Usually my mom gets those packet pancakes that you stick in the microwave and they're cooked in two minutes. No effort involved. None at all. And they still taste perfect!
This year is not like that. This year, we have ready made pancake mix, sure, but we have to cook them ourselves and when you've had to spend and hour at school from six til seven (long story) you're really not in the mood to get pancakes everywhere because of your absolutely awful flipping skills.
And when I say you, I really mean me.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE pancakes. They are beautiful and I would eat them all the time, if making them wasn't so effort-full. My dad makes perfect pancakes anyway, on any day of the year, so I don't need that special pancake mix!
I am kind of hungry though.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Avoiding things - 10/02
When I say things, I mean homework. I know I've already made a post on procrastination, but it features so heavily in my life that I just have to talk about it again, with a slightly different title.
I am actually quite proud of myself right now. Why is this? I have managed to finish writing an essay for Spanish that is 200 words long. I managed to stay away from tumblr for long enough to write that essay and believe me, that is an ACHIEVEMENT!
You know, I remember the first few months of year seven. As soon as I returned home I would get my homeowrk out of my bag, complete it all on the day that I got it to a practically perfect quality (or as perfect as I could make it) and THEN I would go on the internet and do my interwebby activities. I was a perfect little child. What the hell went wrong?
I have no clue.
Nowadays, I wait until the last possible moment to complete my homework. I'm not talking about the night before it's due, I'm talking about the MORNING of the DAY that it's due. That's right, my homework is completed less that six hours (depending on the lesson) before it has to be handed in and these rushed pieces of work are as far from practically perfect as is possible.
And don't even get me started on work that requires a computer. That...the amount of procrastion involved there is legendary.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I am actually quite proud of myself right now. Why is this? I have managed to finish writing an essay for Spanish that is 200 words long. I managed to stay away from tumblr for long enough to write that essay and believe me, that is an ACHIEVEMENT!
You know, I remember the first few months of year seven. As soon as I returned home I would get my homeowrk out of my bag, complete it all on the day that I got it to a practically perfect quality (or as perfect as I could make it) and THEN I would go on the internet and do my interwebby activities. I was a perfect little child. What the hell went wrong?
I have no clue.
Nowadays, I wait until the last possible moment to complete my homework. I'm not talking about the night before it's due, I'm talking about the MORNING of the DAY that it's due. That's right, my homework is completed less that six hours (depending on the lesson) before it has to be handed in and these rushed pieces of work are as far from practically perfect as is possible.
And don't even get me started on work that requires a computer. That...the amount of procrastion involved there is legendary.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Saturday, 9 February 2013
Volume of Annoyance - 09/02
I am on my mom's laptop right now and it has one of those volume changer things that's sensitive to touch and do you guys think that it will STOP beeping??? NO IT BLOODY WILL NOT AND I AM GOING TO END UP DESTROYING MY MOM'S LAPTOP!
NOTHING IS STOPPING IT AND IT IS DRIVING ME UP THE BLOODY WALL AND SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE IF IT DOESN'T STOP!
Can you tell that I'm tired?
And I really can't think of anything to write?
And that this volume thing is annoying the crap out of me!?!?!?!?!?
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
NOTHING IS STOPPING IT AND IT IS DRIVING ME UP THE BLOODY WALL AND SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE IF IT DOESN'T STOP!
Can you tell that I'm tired?
And I really can't think of anything to write?
And that this volume thing is annoying the crap out of me!?!?!?!?!?
Until tomorrow, toodle pip
Friday, 8 February 2013
Coincidences - 08/02
Okay, I have half an hour, no topic and I'm using a friend's computer. I hope this goes well, but let's be honest here, it probably won't, so please forgive the rushed post.
Now, what to actually talk about?
Ah, coincidences, or as I prefer to say (occasionally) coinkidinks (pronounced co-ink-ee-dinks). Whenever a seriously weird coincidence happens, I always get this really strange shiver down my spine. Not the 'that's-so-amazing' shiver you get when you hear a great singer sing, or the 'I'm cold' shiver you get when it gets, surprise surprise, cold. It's a weird one, and I can't quite explain it.
However I do love that feeling and it's unfortunate that I hardly ever get to experience it, but hey, when I do it's always a nice occurrence, which is good as it takes away my fear of some coincidences that if they weren't coincidences they would be a bit stalkerish.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Now, what to actually talk about?
Ah, coincidences, or as I prefer to say (occasionally) coinkidinks (pronounced co-ink-ee-dinks). Whenever a seriously weird coincidence happens, I always get this really strange shiver down my spine. Not the 'that's-so-amazing' shiver you get when you hear a great singer sing, or the 'I'm cold' shiver you get when it gets, surprise surprise, cold. It's a weird one, and I can't quite explain it.
However I do love that feeling and it's unfortunate that I hardly ever get to experience it, but hey, when I do it's always a nice occurrence, which is good as it takes away my fear of some coincidences that if they weren't coincidences they would be a bit stalkerish.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Catchy Tunes - 07/02
You know when you have a song stuck in your head and you just have to hum/whistle/sing it ALL the time and you don't even know why?
If you do not relate to that, then I really do wonder what it's like inside your brain. Probably a lot quieter than mine, because this happens to me ALL THE TIME! Seriously. Even though the song or tune is different every day, I spend my days trying not to constantly sing that one song that will not leave my mind ALONE!
And it's not exclusive to just one either. Most of the time my mind is alternating between two songs, it can't make its mind up as to which it prefers. Usually this means I'll start singing one song and end on another.
It doesn't help that I'm in my school's orchestra either.
Today we started off playing the Dambusters March and then a Les Mis thing, and so ALL afternoon I have been humming a mixture between the Dambusters March and Master of the House...and they don't really fit together well. Oh well, hopefully they'll have vacated from my mind by tomorrow in order to make way for another catchy tune that won't leave me alone.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
If you do not relate to that, then I really do wonder what it's like inside your brain. Probably a lot quieter than mine, because this happens to me ALL THE TIME! Seriously. Even though the song or tune is different every day, I spend my days trying not to constantly sing that one song that will not leave my mind ALONE!
And it's not exclusive to just one either. Most of the time my mind is alternating between two songs, it can't make its mind up as to which it prefers. Usually this means I'll start singing one song and end on another.
It doesn't help that I'm in my school's orchestra either.
Today we started off playing the Dambusters March and then a Les Mis thing, and so ALL afternoon I have been humming a mixture between the Dambusters March and Master of the House...and they don't really fit together well. Oh well, hopefully they'll have vacated from my mind by tomorrow in order to make way for another catchy tune that won't leave me alone.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Walking and Talking - 06/02
Ever since I started year 10 and my mom started her new job, we've hardly talked to each other about anything and everything. I'm actually really close with my mom, what with her being the only parent figure that I had when I was younger, and I do tell her practically everything and I can talk to her almost as easily as I can my friends, but recently we haven't really had time to talk.
The thing is, I didn't even realise how much I had missed talking to her until tonight. We had to go on a forty minute walk to pick up a car (long story) and we spent those forty minutes...well, look at the title of this blog post.
My mom is hilarious anyway, so the walk was certain to be entertaining, and then we always end up having those discussions that make you reconsider who you are as a person or just make you feel better after getting something off your chest. You know, those conversations you don't really want to have, but once you have had them you feel better?
I just loved it!
Now, back to tumblr.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
The thing is, I didn't even realise how much I had missed talking to her until tonight. We had to go on a forty minute walk to pick up a car (long story) and we spent those forty minutes...well, look at the title of this blog post.
My mom is hilarious anyway, so the walk was certain to be entertaining, and then we always end up having those discussions that make you reconsider who you are as a person or just make you feel better after getting something off your chest. You know, those conversations you don't really want to have, but once you have had them you feel better?
I just loved it!
Now, back to tumblr.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Running - 05/02
As a person who spends ALL of her free time on the internet, I don't think I need to inform you of how little exercise I actually get. I have a ten minute walk from the bus to my house, and then there's the dancing around my room like an idiot and that is IT. Please consider this as I tell you what I had to so today.
I had to RUN for 12 straight minutes. Well, I didn't HAVE to run, so I walked about half of it and believe me, I would have walked for more if it didn't turn out that I was the person that the teacher wanted to 'motivate' into 'not giving up.' I don't think my P.E teacher understood that I had given up with this task one week before, when it was announced that we had to do this.
However, I did run for half of it and I beat my previous distance by about 200 metres so...not as bad as I thought. Except for the nausea.
My P.E lesson was just after lunch, I had forgotten to mention that.
Also it was FREEZING and genius that I am, I forgot to bring my coat.
In other news, my Lizzie Bennet feels are destroying me from the inside out, but that's not really that interesting now, is it? Certainly not as interesting as me complaining about running.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
I had to RUN for 12 straight minutes. Well, I didn't HAVE to run, so I walked about half of it and believe me, I would have walked for more if it didn't turn out that I was the person that the teacher wanted to 'motivate' into 'not giving up.' I don't think my P.E teacher understood that I had given up with this task one week before, when it was announced that we had to do this.
However, I did run for half of it and I beat my previous distance by about 200 metres so...not as bad as I thought. Except for the nausea.
My P.E lesson was just after lunch, I had forgotten to mention that.
Also it was FREEZING and genius that I am, I forgot to bring my coat.
In other news, my Lizzie Bennet feels are destroying me from the inside out, but that's not really that interesting now, is it? Certainly not as interesting as me complaining about running.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Fantasy Land - 04/02
It's no secret that I had what looked like a rather lonely childhood. I am an only child and when I was really young my mom was in university (she didn't go straight after school), so I didn't really have many people to play with. To compensate, I made my own, imaginary, friends. And enemies. And at some point I'm pretty sure I had an imaginary twin sister.
We had adventures and we played board games together (seriously, one player Monopoly can be quite fun) and when I was six I made my mom bake one of them a birthday cake.
This fantasy land of mine never really disappeared, just evolved with age and new fandoms. I have so many OCs in my mind, it's amazing actually that I can remember the slightest facts about their lives but when it comes to revision for tests at school? Well that's a different topic of discussion.
I think it's brilliant, having all these people who you can rely on to like you and talk to you whenever you need someone to talk to, even if they're figments of my imagination. I know they're fake, I KNOW they're not real, but sometimes I just need the familiar company of the people in my mind. Does that sound crazy???
You know what, I don't care. I'll run wild with my 'active imagination' and not let anyone stop me. The one thing society can't do is stop me thinking...yes that was a Doctor Who quote.
Until tomorrow, toddle pip.
We had adventures and we played board games together (seriously, one player Monopoly can be quite fun) and when I was six I made my mom bake one of them a birthday cake.
This fantasy land of mine never really disappeared, just evolved with age and new fandoms. I have so many OCs in my mind, it's amazing actually that I can remember the slightest facts about their lives but when it comes to revision for tests at school? Well that's a different topic of discussion.
I think it's brilliant, having all these people who you can rely on to like you and talk to you whenever you need someone to talk to, even if they're figments of my imagination. I know they're fake, I KNOW they're not real, but sometimes I just need the familiar company of the people in my mind. Does that sound crazy???
You know what, I don't care. I'll run wild with my 'active imagination' and not let anyone stop me. The one thing society can't do is stop me thinking...yes that was a Doctor Who quote.
Until tomorrow, toddle pip.
Sunday, 3 February 2013
Squibs - 03/02
Okay, so I've been thinking about Harry Potter recently...why am I saying recently, I think about Harry Potter practically ALL the time, and I've mostly been thinking about squibs and how bad they have it. Think about it, all of your childhood you live as part of this magical world where you see weird and wonderful things happening all around you and you've been told that you will go to this amazing school and learn magic.
Then the summer before what would be your first year comes and goes with no letter.
I imagine it'd be like how Potterheads feel when their Hogwarts letter doesn't arrive (which is hard for me to talk about, I cried so much that summer).
And just imagine if you had brothers and/or sisters who could do magic and how sucky it would be to have to see them off on Platform 9 3/4 and hear even more stories about the brilliant and fantastic school which you will never ever see.
It would just be awful.
No wonder Filch is so grumpy. I mean, he has to WORK there and see young children wave their wands around casting spells like it's nothing. Knowing that they'll never appreciate this gift that they've been blessed with, the ability to use magic.
And also I think Mrs Figg deserves so much more respect than she gets. She didn't turn out as hateful and miserable as Filch did and that's amazing. I know that if I was a squib, I'd definitely more of the Filch kind.
Then I'd get a cat (all the Squibs are getting one) and we'd live alone and I'd cuddle with the cat on tumblr and then the cat would hypnotize me into getting another cat and then another cat and then another cat and I'd become the crazy cat lady that everyone's afraid of all because of my Squibness...
I feel like I deviated from the topic of discussion there...oops.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Then the summer before what would be your first year comes and goes with no letter.
I imagine it'd be like how Potterheads feel when their Hogwarts letter doesn't arrive (which is hard for me to talk about, I cried so much that summer).
And just imagine if you had brothers and/or sisters who could do magic and how sucky it would be to have to see them off on Platform 9 3/4 and hear even more stories about the brilliant and fantastic school which you will never ever see.
It would just be awful.
No wonder Filch is so grumpy. I mean, he has to WORK there and see young children wave their wands around casting spells like it's nothing. Knowing that they'll never appreciate this gift that they've been blessed with, the ability to use magic.
And also I think Mrs Figg deserves so much more respect than she gets. She didn't turn out as hateful and miserable as Filch did and that's amazing. I know that if I was a squib, I'd definitely more of the Filch kind.
Then I'd get a cat (all the Squibs are getting one) and we'd live alone and I'd cuddle with the cat on tumblr and then the cat would hypnotize me into getting another cat and then another cat and then another cat and I'd become the crazy cat lady that everyone's afraid of all because of my Squibness...
I feel like I deviated from the topic of discussion there...oops.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Stick figures - 02/02
As I have mentioned before, I hold no talent in the art of drawing practically ANYTHING! Anything at ALL! I tried to draw stuff when my school FORCED me to take art, but that failed miserably because the stuff my school was asking me (and the rest of my class) to draw was ridiculously difficult and/or detailed. My school seemed to think that we could all draw without any instruction from them.
Thanks school.
But alas, school has managed to teach me one form of art. Stick figures.
How did school teach me how to draw stick figures?
Well, there certainly wasn't any sort of lesson involved. No, instead there were many, many BORING hours in which teachers droned on and ON and ON about nothing I can remember. The reason why I cannot remember is a simple one. I stopped listening the MOMENT I became bored (and I have a short attention span even on a good day) and pulled out a doodle book. In that doodle book were some of the Adventures of Anna.
But, because I can't draw...at all, those adventures were done with stick-figure Anna. Over time, each one of my friends joined me on my adventures and soon all of my friends could be represented by stick figures.
How did I distinguish which stick figure was which? The hair! I chose the way in which the person in question mostly wore their hair and put that on a stick figure. If they wore glasses or anything else which was big enough to draw on a stick figure, that went on there too.
Sometimes I love just going through that notebook. Especially on days when I need cheering up.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Thanks school.
But alas, school has managed to teach me one form of art. Stick figures.
How did school teach me how to draw stick figures?
Well, there certainly wasn't any sort of lesson involved. No, instead there were many, many BORING hours in which teachers droned on and ON and ON about nothing I can remember. The reason why I cannot remember is a simple one. I stopped listening the MOMENT I became bored (and I have a short attention span even on a good day) and pulled out a doodle book. In that doodle book were some of the Adventures of Anna.
But, because I can't draw...at all, those adventures were done with stick-figure Anna. Over time, each one of my friends joined me on my adventures and soon all of my friends could be represented by stick figures.
How did I distinguish which stick figure was which? The hair! I chose the way in which the person in question mostly wore their hair and put that on a stick figure. If they wore glasses or anything else which was big enough to draw on a stick figure, that went on there too.
Sometimes I love just going through that notebook. Especially on days when I need cheering up.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Friday, 1 February 2013
Work Experience - 01/02
Oh wow Anna, congratulations on picking the absolutely THRILLING topics for your blog posts.
Annnnnyway, today I had the day off from school (which is BRILLIANT) and what did I decide to do with my day of freedom, I hear you ask. I went in to my mom's school to help out. I know, don't I live life on the edge?
Whenever I have a day off and my dear, sweet mother doesn't, I go into her school to do the odd jobs around the school and just sit awkwardly in the back of the classroom whilst she teaches (I am the MASTER of awkward by now) and I actually find it to be really fun.
But yesterday, I had a master brainwave.
Usually, in schools in the UK, kids in my year go on work experience at some point at the end of the year for a couple of weeks but my school became an academy this year (meaning they do what they want to do, not what the government tells them to do) so they scrapped work experience altogether. They say that if you want work experience, you get it yourself. This is a problem for me because I want to go into teaching and the only time I can really do any work experience is in the school holidays and in the school holidays, none of the schools are actually open.
My brainwave was that when I need to say "I DID SOME WORK EXPERIENCE!" I just turn to my time spent at my mom's school because technically I am some weird kind of teaching assistant/technician and it BLOODY COUNTS!
So yeah, brainwave. I'm so genius.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
Annnnnyway, today I had the day off from school (which is BRILLIANT) and what did I decide to do with my day of freedom, I hear you ask. I went in to my mom's school to help out. I know, don't I live life on the edge?
Whenever I have a day off and my dear, sweet mother doesn't, I go into her school to do the odd jobs around the school and just sit awkwardly in the back of the classroom whilst she teaches (I am the MASTER of awkward by now) and I actually find it to be really fun.
But yesterday, I had a master brainwave.
Usually, in schools in the UK, kids in my year go on work experience at some point at the end of the year for a couple of weeks but my school became an academy this year (meaning they do what they want to do, not what the government tells them to do) so they scrapped work experience altogether. They say that if you want work experience, you get it yourself. This is a problem for me because I want to go into teaching and the only time I can really do any work experience is in the school holidays and in the school holidays, none of the schools are actually open.
My brainwave was that when I need to say "I DID SOME WORK EXPERIENCE!" I just turn to my time spent at my mom's school because technically I am some weird kind of teaching assistant/technician and it BLOODY COUNTS!
So yeah, brainwave. I'm so genius.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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