Monday, October 9, 2006

   grr
Sitting in stupid key skills learning how to make stupid pie charts and line graphs and stuff like that. Grr. THis computer doesn't like me much but I SHALL PREVAIL...with titles such as "EXPOrt Chart Key Skills nonsense magubbin thing". THAT is a bona fide title, so it's copyrighted in case any of you want to steal this snappy title for your own use. Ahhaha.

Aaah. Dylan Moran is soooo cool. You americans get Black Books? You really should, because I say so. Disgruntled Irish bookshop owner who does various surreal things to his assitant, Manny Bianco who at one point was a model Little Bo Peep, and that was just WRONG because his beard was CLEARLY VISIBLE.

Well I haven't had anything to eat yet, but I'm going to get a smoothie after school so it's all alright. Lol. Mmm, gloriously healthy filling smoothie.

My new obsession is Dylan Moran. I want to get a copy of his comedy gig thing: Monster. Lol. I saw it on TV and he did this thing about the French, and it was the funniest thing ever. Go on to YouTube for details.
"Ah zeese zings you do to me. I'm sore. Even my toenails hurt..."

MMUWHAHAHAA

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Friday, October 6, 2006

   Hoodoo and NO PREHENSILIZING
MUWAHHAHAH JULIE BOUGHT HELLSING AND SO THE CIRCLE HAS COME FULL...CIRCLE. MUWHAHAHAH.

I wish that cows would invade our school, or something, or somebody would just steal all the lightbulbs.

I was sitting eating a bagel yesterday afters school (I eat my brunch after school because the only thing at home, and in school, is junk which is cheap and nasty) and I was wondering about what makes authority so tangible. A mixture of personality and luck, I guess. Personality when it comes to manipulating people to follow them, and luck because the people they address are easily manipulated.

Well my favourite word today is dyspeptic. "Oh my gosh, Warran, you are, like, being so, like, dyspeptic today."
"Dude...what?"
"Man, you are so prosaic."
"Dude...what?"
"Where's that archaic father of ours gone? You know, like, with his loquaciousness?"
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Thursday, October 5, 2006

   Gur
WellI I've just come out of the French assistant period thing, for when you want to learn French. It was humiliating. I'm starving, and I haven't got a clue what just transpired. The only thing I can remember how to say is "bossy" and hows about that for a testimony of the society we've created???

Well I am SO into Black Books. Dylan Moran is very, very good looking which shouldn't be right in a 35 year old alcoholic bulldog - but we can't help who we fall in love with, can we???? Lol. Just joking.

Wellll I think it would be really cool to be a comedian. Then again, I also think it would be cool to discover that fairies DO exist and I was, in fact, ridiculed in P4 for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Muwahahahah the fools shall know my wrath.
So anyway. There should be online forums were comedians go all the time, and interact. Sort of like a comedy club for those that can't be bothered to leave the house. That way I could talk frequently with the likes of Bill Bailey and Dylan Moran....but of course I will use these powers only for good.

Well, enjoy the DVD.
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Wednesday, October 4, 2006

   Hausdguh
Man U, Man U, you are all really rubbish and your balls are all bashed in...Man U, Man U, don't you wish you weren't all really dreadful, Man U, Man U.

Laaaa. Did you know that the CoE wants to eliminate all possibility of God being known as "Father" or "Lord" because the connotations of a supreme male deity apparantly encourage domestic violence? Who else beleives that this is absurd? If a man beats his wife and blames it on that fact that God is known by many as "male" then should anyone take him seriously? It's a scapegoat excuse, and nothing else. Any man that dares to give this as an excuse about why he harms his wife shouldn't be given the time to draw breath before he speaks.
I know most of you reading this won't necessarily be Christian, but even so, don't you think this is taking things a little far? In the Bible, Jesus Christ gives the Lord's Prayer as beginning with "Our Father, who art in heaven..." so I don't see how they could really change it. Add to this the fact that at no point of the Bible does it condone the use of violence against a marriage partner. "Mutual comfort and respect one ought to have of the other." If you harm your wife, you are not respectful. You shouldn't be married.
This is opening up other issues as well, such as reinterpreting the Bible so that even the dark stories of the Old Testament, where God was portrayed as rather harsh, are nice and happy. This is mixing up the idea of why Jesus was sent to earth.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH political correctness, the inability to stand up on principle and the spineless pursuit of avoiding discrimination annoys me. Discrimination can be claimed on all sorts of grounds. It's impossible to eradicate it because SOMEONE WILL ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT. You simply can't be all things to all people, because there isn't enough of you to go around and people are greedy.

If you beleive in something, make sure you damned well stick with it. Don't be told you can't say it because people won't like it! IT'S CALLED BEING YELLOW!!!
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   Sarah's quote of the Day
"Which one of you bitches wants to dance?"
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Thursday, September 28, 2006

   hoo
I had pizza last night, and it was delish. I also feel asleep last night because I am so very clearly an overworked little girl.

French assistant again today. It was funny because we had to describe objects, or actions, or places. I got "chambre" and I was all like "I est sur le deuxieme (floor)etage(?)de le chambre...oops." I meant to say "le maison". And then I had to describe a hair dryer. Woop de doo. I also got "dormir" which I thought was alright, because I said "On peut fait ca dans le nuit, et c'est trés important pour ta santé. Tu fait ca dans ton lit." Hmm. It sounds like something else...
And then I had to describe Tony Blair. I said something stupid like "He is the ruler of the United Kingdom." Like hell.

Excuse my like of accents on each of the words, but the computer doesn't let me do them.

Here's another bit of my amazing French-ness:
On peut dire que ton esprit est le transporteur de l'intellect.

Hows that? I'm quite the philosopher, no?
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

   Har de har
I WANT SOME PIZZA. OH WHERE OH WHERE HAVE THE PIZZA'S GONE????

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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

   Lol
I have an unusual family. IT's really only just hit me, although I've sort of known forever. My parents are a little older that what you might expect parents of someone my age to be - although in the case of my father, not that surprising: I'm his seventh child, I beleive. That's not the most unusual thing.

My father was born into working class Belfast, and was reared in a street that no long exists. He was the youngest of a huge family, and was mostly raised by his sister. Her name was cool: Dorothea, my aunt. I remember her vaguely - I was pretty young when she died - giving me a big packet of sweets. Most of the kids on the street came and stood outside her house, wailing and wanting to know what had happened, when she died. I think she was amazing.

My sisters are fierce. They're at least a foot smaller than me and yet they stand up for themselves better than I ever could. They may not have gone to sixth form, or gone to uni - but they're cleverer than I am, or ever will be. My siblings are all masters of whatever they do: mechanic, electrician...all of these skilled jobs. What am I going to be? Hmm. Someone that writes, and not very well either. Hmm.
Ah well.

It's cool. My father was born in the later 1930's (Snow White was released on the year of his birth) and pretty much grew up during the WWII, so he remembers the gentility of society pulling together, even while it was being ripped apart. So you can imagine why sometimes he finds modern society frustrating, when he knows how people can be. You know? He remembers people running halfway down the street so they could help you with your groceries. He remembers streets with trams and carts rather than automobiles that spit fumes at you.

My father worked all his life. I guess he had to, because someone of his position certainly couldn't rely on anyone else working for him. He worked on a farm, he worked in the great Robinson and Cleavers (linen merchants, I think). If you go to Belfast, the Robinson and Cleaver building is now just a bunch of shops like McDonalds, but the building itself is still there. He was on the roof.

My mum is pretty cool too. She's younger than my dad. She told me one time about watching Dracula with a friend, when a bunch of guys started knocking on the doors. The two of them ran up the stairs and wouldn't come back down again for AGES until they realised that "of course it's not Dracula, what are we thinking?"

You know, all of this is leading up to something. This is something I could write a book about. Of course, not like a memoir - more like takes bits and pieces and sort of shape them into something else for my characters, you know???


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Monday, September 25, 2006

Grr
People on bebo are all like "stop sending me messages" and I'm all like "whatever, just delete them and I won't send any more." Yeah. So why are they flipping sending them to me??

Ah well.

Apparantly S. A's mum was all like, "Emma? Didn't you tell me she was on drugs at one time?" I heard this and just fell about laughing. I'm not going to take offence though, because people said the same about Stephen Fry - okay, so he did take drugs, but that's not the point - and he's pretty cool. Well, he's got Bipolar so it's not actually the same thing...well, sometimes my mum's all like "Bipolar runs in our family" but then again my mother has a habit of diagnosing people with conditions she's only just heard about so it really doesn't mean anything...

I'm bored, and annoyed. I lent my favourite book to a friend and now I really want to read it. "Holy Fool" by Joanne Harris. Anyone read it?? It's pretty cool.
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Friday, September 22, 2006

   Yo
Well it's the end of school so I'm taking out five minutes to talk to you before I go get collected.
My dad is taking out my mum tonight, so I have to hurry up and get out so he can leave me home then go collect mum. I'm babysitting, you see.

La. Okay, so things are beginning to fall into place. I'm giving up government and politics, next year anyway - Sarah is very opposed to this idea because she is a glutton for punishment. BUt the idea was I'm only going to give myself a grounding in politics for future reference, so I can be a journalistic Jack of All trades. Sarah is in the corner, and she says "no" like a little girl. She is now sulking with her arms folded, swinging on the chair. Looking at some HArry Potter based site - Mischief Managed. Well in her case, it certainly has.She is hitting me on the shoulder with her head.

Soooo...they are wearing orange wigs because they are going to a party in Amsterdam. Yo. Go Alicia and her pals for doing that.

Someone come with me to Amsterdam. If I get to university, I'm either going to go to Tokyo for a little while or tour around a bit. Hmm. Touring sounds pretty good methinks...then I get to see Tokyo AND various other places of a nondescript nature.

Toodles for now, people!!! Sarah is trying to strangle me. Haha. You can asphixiate me, but still I will keep typing.
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