For The Great & Glorious Advance Of Science!

Or, Whenever I Read Somebodies Elses' "I Extremely Dislike This Behaviour" Posts Where They Direct Their Anger At Particular People WITHOUT NAMING SAID PERSON, My First Instinct Is To Think It's About Me And Offer To Grovel Vociferously (which is why I name the person I'm directing my anger against, in an Austenian or Brontëist manner)
Or, Sometimes I Feel I Deserved October Last Year (in a cosmically just &/or masochistic manner)
Or, Kick Dichotomies To The Curb And Go Beyond The Impossible! (in a manner that is an inverted & twisted parody of Tenga Toppen Gurren Lagann)
Or, Ethical Mad Scientists Are Not Oxymoronic (much like the content below the cut)

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY & BLATANTLY UNFINISHED BUT I NEED THE TAGS

Cut for a "meme" (well, the questions spread memetically...) shamelessly stolen from Shelley. Bolded italic text originally Shelley's, vanilla text mine.

Who says women can't program?

Also, bowties are cool. I just can't stress it enough.
Here, there would be a picture of Sydney with a tie. If the upload worked.
And here, there would be a picture of Han with a girl's tag. If the upload worked.
And here, I would attempt to explain why Matt was being called a gay dancer, but I don't know why myself (and neither does Matt).
And here, I would say that today was the bludgiest day ever. Except for PE, where we were shovelling mulch.
And now, a witty comment that goes on forever.
And now, a statement celebrating the end of school and junior years.
And now, a complaint about missing job application deadlines.
And now, a farewell and a hopeful wish for the future.
And now, a snarky comment about how I cbf.
Good night!
And now, a cut for those not interested.

A Boring Post for a Boring Day

Or, Yet Another Disjointed, Anachronic Post

Announcements:
Happy birthday to: Michael P., Sydney T. & Rachel
Congratulations to Mr Woo on the birth of his son
Cut for something or other.

A Temporary Break In Hiatus (sorry about the RSS)

-STATIC-
-INTERMISSION-
 Does anyone have any science programs and access to a scanner? Much appreciated.
This is a crappy 100th post, innit? And not a .gif in sight. Then again, it's not exactly a "proper" 100th post...where/when is it, by the way?
I hate this. This hiatus isn't just because I don't have access to a proper desktop computer, or access to proper Blogger on the laptop. (If it was, I wouldn't be posting a link to Irregular Webcomic! above. It's hilarious for people who did IT and vaguely remembered Chapter 3 this year.) It's not just because I'm busy, though I like to tell myself so. (If it was, I wouldn't be reading DW fanfic/Irregular Webcomic!/Arthur, King of Time & Space/TVTropes. The second one is also the reason why I have so many tabs in a yellow colour at the moment on the lappy.) It's not because I was watching Sherlock, and it was, and is, EPIC WIN, even if Mum doesn't get the meaning of "cliffhanger". It's probably something to do with my memory, but that's not the only thing...dammit, I just hate this not posting thing, alright? I haven't even gotten to the point of posting a notice of hiatus and then I go breaking it and putting it back in in the middle of exam week. Bloody timing...
Although, I am very, very happy today. Not only do I have more Muse (new favourite band) and DW soundtrack to listen to, I can has AUDIOBOOKS! (Do you recall the post made last term about me wanting to have a DW audiobook to listen to while I was sick? Yeah. If you can't be bothered, here it is. And then most of the torrents were for a subscription-only site and I got pissed. You didn't see that bit.) *sigh* It's taking a long while, though. Did I mention that Opera is pretty cool? Yeah, it can handle torrents, too.
And anyway, if I don't already know this science, I'm kinda screwed for anything that requires a memory, because I first read this when I was in Year 5 or 6. No, scratch that, probably a year earlier, Year 3. (Skipped Year 4, remember?) If it hasn't sunk in over that time, then, well...
WE RETURN YOU TO THIS HIATUS NOW IN SESSION
-STATIC-

What Would You Do? (If You Were Bored To The Point Of Insanity & Still Had To Work?)

Bored, bored, bored BORED!
Well, not really any more, since I can just download a new ebook/audiobook/TV episode/movie/comic/music/hell, a soundtrack. This IS the Interwebs, after all. It's not just for pr0n. (I bet Tancred, when he reads this, will either be "I see what you did thar" or something like "OMGWTFBBQ". No, really. Memes all the way. Proper memes, too.)
And I have one, glorious (hopefully) spring holiday to read/watch/listen, before...before the stress.
And I came up with the title on Thursday, so don't blame me if you experience severe mood dissonance. Blame Thursday me, who was busy RAEGING at shit because of a slightly disconcerting phone call from Dad in the car trip between Chem (sorta) Olympiad and dinner (at granny's place, with a few aunts and associated families). And that was on Wednesday. Don't blame Saturday me, who is doing lots of shit that Saturday me usually does before realising on Sunday that I have to go back to school on Monday, except this week I DON'T HAVE TO! HOORAY!
I think I answered the question above, really. Although, you could expand the list with "reading TVTropes pages" and "making up fanfic". Speaking of the latter, I might just set up a new blog/LiveJournal/whatever just do I could post up random stories. I need to work on my characterisation and plot, anyway. And this is mainly non-fiction here. It would be completely ruining the point of this blog if I were to post actual stories, rather than just attempts at stream-of-consciousness writing. Which I think I fail at. And now I think I understand why fanfic writers love reviews/comments. (They don't want to be shouting into the darkness, either, I presume.) Still, I still think that some shyness lingers here still. (I don't like exclamation marks, for one. They don't convey different emotions well.)
I also think that this is the most coherent post I've made in months weeks. ("Months" is exaggerating.)

What Would You Do With Pockets? (That Are Bigger On The Inside)

Or, Une fête!
OMFG RAEG  at:

• pocketless nightdresses so you either have to carry stuff or put it in the Victoria's Secret Compartment
• work
• This.
• headaches
• slow downloads (can I has Doctor Who NAO?!)
• assignments
• forgetfulness
• guessing games. Especially long ones.

I would much rather do Maths, frankly.
Also, I was at the Carlingford West P.S. fête too! (cbf recounting atm.)
boredboredbored waiting bored.
Going to watch TAYG nao.
Extended post later.

It's not like it's not obvious, is it?

Remind me to never, NEVER, EVER look up series finales before I've watched them...too late. HOLY SHI-F-CO-damn.
If you want to know, it was the Doctor Who season/series finale I was talking about. Then again, it was the second-last episode for this series season. *shivers* Then again, it was the second last episode for this series season. Spoilers.
Right, so, I don't expect you to expect me to meet your eyes when I say hello. Right. That sounded weird. Anyway. Um. So, I'll be off in my own little...excuse me an hour, I need to watch this.
*2 minutes later*
Right, it's not on yet. What, you say? Well, DUH. No explanation needed. *points to taglist for post* Isn't it obvious?
Anyway, so, I don't expect to be quite connected to reality until...um. Tough question, actually. When do I expect to be back?
LOL, incidental music. Is Murray Gold still the composer for Doctor Who?
Yes, I know this is obscure and probably only me, Jim, Victor K. and Amanda will actually know what I'm talking about when I'm not talking about myself for this. Doesn't stop me from writing about it, see?
Anyway. Spent too long on TVTropes. Excuse me a mo, I'll be back in, ooh, an hour. Probably. If I'm not doing my maths. Right.
*apparently 57 minutes later*
Aww, that was a lovely little episode. All about Vincent Van Gogh. I might just change my (Vista) desktop back to Irises.

Last day of Exams YAYY

To be brutally honest, you're never going to hear about what happened in the week where I was wearing hats. All that I'm going to say is that on the first day, I wore a too-small red beret on Monday; my usual hat on Tuesday (yes, it was part of it; and I decided to tie my scarf around it to make it into an approximation of a C19 bonnet); a beanie (which translates into "bonnet" in French, WTF?) on Wednesday (because there WAS going to be sport, but IT FREAKING RAINED JUST BEFORE the buses came, and it was sunny the rest of the day); an old hat of mine which still sort of fit (which replaced Mum's white wedding pillbox hat which I WAS going to wear on Friday mufti, but nooo.) on Thursday; and a bucket hat that fitted so closely to my head that I added a hatband (made of ribbons, with bows made of ribbons) and voilà! Instant cloche hat.
And right now, I'm eating dried pineapple because I only have two lollipops left and eating Mamee noodles is anathema (I don't care if you call me hypocritical) and there's nothing else left to eat without preparation (and I can't cook).
So, how was my day, you ask. Well, there goes another lollipop.
Deux examens, aujourd'hui: Geo & PE.
Quotes of Epitomising the Day Period:
Roll call: Mr W__: "I'm not going to read out the announcements today, because NO-ONE CARES...but I will tell you that the Computer Skills competition is tomorrow, for all you SD and IT people."
Geo exam: Abbi: "Dude, question 2 was so dodgy!"
French: Monica: "I left my books at home because the exam timetable said Geo was for 3 periods." Same here, and with the other Helen, and partially with Beatrice. David just forgot to bring himself.
Science: Me: "So Ben, shooting zombies?" (I was studying for PE, believe me.)
PE exam: Me: "Is it just me, or was the last question basically one on spatial inequality?" (And Ms R______, I would really rather play badminton than go through exams; and I doubt you'll be done until Monday. So please, can we leave it off until Monday?)
IPT: "OMG so boring"
Science (again): Jim: "MORE inactivities with Mr K_________!" Cutscene: Helen T. times Mr K________'s speeches with David R. being a minor pest in the background, Han, Helen and Jim doodle graphs of interest in speech vs. time (that go into negative), with guest graph by David (given that he's the only David present, we'll drop the initial for now). K_________ gives out sheet, table of 3 (+1) speeds through while he's still talking.
And that is a brief summary of my day. And now I'm going to answer one last formspring. Night.
EDIT: In addition to that little cutscene above, there's a few things I've left out.
Science due next week; Geo, maybe; IPT end of term (OH SHI-)
Doctor Who: WOW. JUST WOW. (End scene, where the Doctor realises the significance of the day.)
Oh, and for Maths, I think I did better than last year.

Mon dieu, j'ai besoin d'un boisson

If you, like Xiong, ghost my blog, absorbed the whole of TVTropes AND read some French (or have access to Google Translate), you should get the reference.
Maybe I should down the entire contents of the champagne bottle in the fridge downstairs in the kitchen. (On the first floor here, avec my more reliable computer.) Not much has been drunk out of it, may I add.
Well, merde.
Haven't done anything remotely productive in the holidays. And now I'm going to get owned by the Geo test.
On an unrelated note, have I stated often enough that I love my massage cushion?
On another unrelated note, I like my Firefox Persona/skin. It's like, nice and floaty. And did I mention that it looks like an elaborate version of a fleur-de-lis? Very relevant, that. To my novel, that is.
...wait, what. There's a fleur-de-lis skin for Firefox?
Meh. It's just not classic like mine is. (I didn't create either of the skins, BTW, I'm just using it.)
It is very remiss of me to [synonym of "forget" starting with "o"] to install Australian and French dictionaries for Firefox on either computer.
Merde. Neither dictionary is compatible with this version of Firefox (3.6.3).

I'll split off the novel discussion into a separate post, yeah?
This is a medium-length collection in semi-list format of long updates on my life, eh?
Today was the first day of school. I'll put it in a tag, too.
What a nice bookend to the holidays.
Anyway, I have a new favourite song album, I can't pick a song, most of them are good. It's called Pays Sauvage by Emily Loizeau. I borrowed it from Parra library last week. Also, most of the songs are in French.
Anyway, about school.
Meh. Wasn't as bad as expected. LOL, W_____ didn't show up for the French test AS USUAL. Instead we got a sub and our first "Ça Va?" magazine. It's not as hard as expected, but I've only had the barest of flips through. Damn, wish I could have free entrance to Parisian museums, like the Louvre and Versailles. (Hey, that's what it said. Not to mention that free entrance to Versailles would be useful, also for the novel.)
Ag, c'est comme d'un seau [bucket] d'eau froid. SO MUCH. IT'S SO MUCH STUFF I SHOULD'VE DONE. Merde.
Science was two periods of "WTF, Mr K________" as per usual. I wonder if he's even going to bother to explain what induction is. Like Han (last time), when he was talking about Tesla, I was like, "Tesla coil...". Yeah, not much there.
English was moderately cool; we had a video. Which I promptly slept through. Hey, what d'you expect? I'd only had a few hours of sleep.
IPT...ah, shit. No comment.
And that was my (out-of-order) day.
Did I mention that Sunday Doctor Who was cool?
Especially the food scene.
Music's random, though.
Font of opening title's kinda random too.
Right, I should get back to Geo, then IPT.
EDIT: J'ai oublié! Bon anniversaire, Becca!