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.

Untitled RAEGAHOL-fuelled post

Well, I never! Other people up at this ridiculous hour? (At least, for this location.) And nary an exam to study for?
WTF Twitter is WTF. IT'S NOT LETTING ME POST AND I DIDN'T WANT TO POST HERE SO WTF, TWITTER?
Also. I just lost everything that I was working on last night. FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---
This, truly, here, is the epitome of late-night post-exam RAEG, usually a symptom of over-consumption of RAEGAHOL, the (oddly enough) non-alcoholic beverage of choice amongst young students attempting to stay up all night.
Also, atomic locusts are now a running gag.
EDIT: Also also, they're giving away keyboards and other gaming stuff from some place called Razor. Link above.

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 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.

Top school's secret weapon: 95% of students of migrant heritage

NO FUCKING SHIT, SHERLOCK.

Cross country and-- STOP INTERRUPTING ME!

WTF? Apparently I've done...ah, right.
WTFOMGBBQ IT'S NOT IN THE POST LIST?!
OH, RIIIIGHT.
I think it was the name of the OTHER post on Cross Country I did before I changed the name.
iTunes had better work today.
WTF IT'S STILL NOT WORKING?!
Mass email sent.
OH SHI--- I ACCIDENTLY FORGOT TO DELETE DAD'S AND MY EMAIL ADDRESSES. OOPS.
FREAKING HELL, I REINSTALLED ITUNES AND ITS STILL NOT FREAKING SHOWING UP WHEN I START IT ON MY XP COMPUTER WHAT THE HELL?

What was I going to post about? Ah, right.
CROSS COUNTRY WAS MEH. I mostly walked with Linly and Jenny because I couldn't run for long periods with this cold.

Right, that's it, I'm uninstalling iTunes from this computer.

Where was I?
Anyway, so the only bits where I was actually running was bits of the downhill sections, where Jenny & Linly were "flying" (like an aeroplane) and so I had to keep up with them. But then I run out of puff HALFWAY down the hill and basically they run faster than me, so end up having to catch up to them...

WHY THE F*** WOULD YOU NEED TO VALIDATE MY ITUNES INSTALL WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE F***ING UNINSTALLING IT AND IT'S A FREE DOWNLOAD FROM APPLE ANYWAY?!

Back to yesterday. Right.

WTF ITUNES WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO RESTART TO COMPLETE AN "INSTALLATION" THAT'S ACTUALLY AN UNINSTALLATION?!

Right. Yesterday.
But then, my walking speed is actually FASTER than Linly and Jenny's walking speed, so then I end up catching to them.
And then, when we're finishing, ...

FREAKING HELL I'VE REINSTALLED ITUNES AND IT STILL ISN'T WORKING WTF?
Good, my nose isn't bleeding any more.

Several hours later:
Right, sorry 'bout that, my internet was disconnected to make way for permanent installation of the Ethernet cable to these rooms upstairs.
DAMNED ITUNES PROBABLY STILL DOESN'T WORK.
QUICKTIME WORKS F***ING BETTER THAN IT, BUT IT DOESN'T KEEP A LIBRARY. AND IT ONLY PLAYS ONE FILE AT A TIME. DAMN IT! (At least it can play protected files.)
DAMN IT, HURRY UP AND CONNECT MY INTERNET!
FREAKING HELL, WMA DOESN'T PLAY VIDEOS. HMPF.
YAYY I CAN HAS "PARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS?"!
YAYY INTERNET'S BACK ON!!!!

Where was I? Ah, right.
So then, when Jenny and Linly and I were walking back in to the finish line, people were like, "come on, run!", and we were like, "Nah, we're walking the rest of it." and like, fully "too cool to race" sauntering down to the finish (well, I was, anyway) and then someone was like "So who's going to put their foot over the line first?", and then I put my foot over the line a literal millisecond before Jenny did, while Linly was lagging behind with Sandra, who'd already finished, so she came ABSOLUTE LAST, then Jenny came second last and I came third...last.

So then some things happened (out of order):

• My chocolate melted.
• I went to ask if anyone in the 15's race came in after Linly. Apart from David X., who was STAYING HOME AS PER USUAL. AHAHAHA HE LIVES NEXT TO A CONSTRUCTION SITE NOW, BECAUSE HE'S MOVED AWAY (from Bonita, that is.)
• I walked up and down (half) the length of of the oval.
• I took out my umbrella.
• I saw Ms B_____ and Mrs L_M____ with lemon ice tea, BUT I RAN OUT OF COINS BECAUSE I WAS BUYING CHOCOLATES FROM MONICA AND SNAKES FROM ABBI POOH.
• I noticed I'd sweated clean through my singlet, which I'd been stupid enough to think I needed. (Damn my stupidity!) At least I hadn't sweated through my shorts, which I'd worn under my trackpants, which Abbi wondered how I managed to run in them (the same way I run in them when I'm playing cricket/soccer)

Oh! I've forgotten to mention some things that happened.
Right, so after we arrived at the oval, I took a copy of the program; dumped my bag near Didi/Anu/Bonnie/Amelia/blah; had a nap and woke up 40 minutes later to Ms R______, my sports teacher, calling for the 14's to go to the "Marshalling area" (which was really the part of the road at the corner of it near the toilet blocks).

{real-time note: "pyrite" skin for WMA is pretty cool. Steampunk, almost.}

And then I bought the aforementioned block of Top Deck chocolate (which became the subject of a photo which I can't post right now due to not having a) my USB cable for my phone b) appropriate software for said smartphone (2005 Hong Kong version thereof)) from Monica and a bag of TNCC snakes from Abbi.

{real-time note #2 : browsing the forum & AHAHAHA Jim has no idea who Nancy is HAHAHA}
{real-time note #3 : still browsing the forum &, well, I have a pdf of it, and the original piccy's 2.25 MB ('cause it's a screenshot), and you get to see my very nice Firefox skin. Unfortunately, I can't upload it. Ah, here it is. It's big, though.

}
{real-time note #4 : Wow, my sense of gravity is warping, I feel like I'm on an inclined plane. It doesn't help that the computer monitor is set at an angle to the front of the desk and that I'm typing in a completely dark room with no other sources of light. And that I'm actually leaning to type because the keyboard's a little too far away, but now I can have more stuff on the table. Here's more piccies, pixel art this time.

Yeah, it was a weird feeling. No wonder I was dropping sideways out of the chair and onto the printer (not shown, to left of desk)}






Right, so after I bought chocolate and snakes for the glucose value for the Cross Country, I ate 6 squares of it, and Freya asked me to pose for a photo. (She called it a "seduction pose". Her words, not mine. Her words.)
And I sort-of Twittered it on my phone. (Can't use Twitter on this piece of scrap plastic, so I saved it to notes.) I'll just type it all up verbatim, yeah?
"Cross Country carnival
9:49
Had a nap, bought chocolate (Top Deck) and lollies (snakes) for glucose value. Ate 6 squares of chocolate.
14 boys and girls to marshalling area.
So glad don't have to run lap of oval.
Posed for Freya.
27 mins till start of race.(10:20 start)
Drank half my juice in one gulp already.
10:00
Ate another 3 squares of chocolate. Drank all of my juice. 14s have started.
WTF happened to the rest of the grade?
Today's hot. Especially with this singlet on.
10:10
Some guy had a diablo. [FREAKING AWESOME, it was.]
Marshalling area now.
Had to take a water bottle, I'd die otherwise."
[/quote]
Then we started at 10:18 (my watch) and we finished about an hour later, significantly revised down from previous estimate of 2 hours at 2.5 km/h.
Ooh, and then after that, I went down to sit with Victor/Amanda/Rong/Michelle where Victor was making up "sexfics" (don't ask) about stuff like Naruto, Bleach and figure-skating (due to him reading Amanda's "midnight tweets"), for which Amanda later proceeded to give Victor a lecture on while the below people proceeded to sing random songs.. Victor refused to do one on Doctor Who, on being informed that that was my particular fandom. Double standards, Victor.
Then Shelley and Tina and Bonita and Dominic joined us and I moved my bag (to get the chocolate out of the sunshine), and then Dominc and Victor had a "dizzy race" and I accused Victor of cheating because he started spinning later and he did slower spins and less of them before running.
And then, after Amanda'd lectured Victor on the disciplines of figure skating and Tina made a clover chain for Victor as a bracelet, they ran off, leaving me with Shelley and Bonita and Dominic for company, and they started singing songs which I didn't remember well from a few years ago, and then they got stuck on Telephone. I came to the rescue with my lappy, and then the bell rang for lunch.
Then I got changed, sprayed too much deo in the changerooms, some REALLY SMELLY water drained past the toilet block, I went to the locker and shoved my sport clothes & shoes in, and then it was Geo, and Ms B______ was like, "If you haven't got the coastal management thing today could you please hand it in I need it sometime in the next half-week" and we watched a video.
Then it was maths, and I asked Mr W__ why we learned variation anyway, even though it could all be done with equations, or punching it in the calculator. He said that it was to "train your mind to think in different patterns" even though "it could be more easily done by punching it in the calculator", but not until after he'd delivered a lecture on how useful a thing was didn't determine whether or not it should be learned, using this example:
W___: "For example, learning about the Somme isn't really important, but I think it should be learnt anyway as part of our history"
Beatrice: "The lesson is: never join up for war"
Ashley: *I forget what he said, jog my memory.*
W___: "Way to contradict my point, guys."
Beatrice: "Was it WWI or..."
W___: "WWI. Remember, WWI had trenches and-"
Beatrice: "WWII had tanks."
Me: "It had Hitler."

So then it was Ag, and if you got an email from me, you'll know what we learnt in that lesson.
NOTE: Friday split off to different post, this one's too long already.

Bah, humbug.

Je suis malade.
I've practically been choking on phlegm and this blocked nose is damned annoying. And guess what? I have a sore throat too.
Damn.
What would otherwise have been a pleasant first week back forces of nature have conspired to destroy.
Not only that, but cross-country's tomorrow. And if I want a stamp, I'll have to run. And I'm not much of a marathon runner, but more of a sprinter. (Why'd you think I get crap times in the 1.6?)
Have fun imagining me running the cross-country tomorrow, because I can't.
At least we miss first four periods.
That's...morning IPT, double PE, English, and first period Geo.
Hmph.
At least Friday and Monday are off days.

Ammonium nitrate, l'amour et de la musique

You know what, Tancred? F*** you, I'll rant however and whenever I like.
As Jim would say, OMGWTFBBQ.

No, it's not the title.
It's the lockdown/evacuation/WHATEVER.
Apparently, they received a phone call on a private line and they said scary things about the outfields and a "service entrance". FREAKING GOOGLE MAPS, PEOPLE! HAVE YOU HEARD OF IT?
Also, I love exploring places, and I don't know of any service entrance. Also, no flash on the horizon just yet.
If it was a pipe bomb, it probably would have contained NH4NO3, a.k.a. ammonium nitrate, a.k.a. a chemical in fertiliser, a.k.a. a chemical in saltpetre.
Also, this apparently isn't the first time the school has received an incendiary warning; apparently the English staffroom's building's burned down before.
So, there we were, in the hall,  wondering just what the hell was going on (after Mr _____ was like, [sarcasm] Thanks for coming in in about 9 minutes 38 seconds,[/sarcasm] this is a real evacuation) and then they told us to get the furniture out the way, then we had rollcall, then I decided to switch spots with Jim and Leanne to talk to someone (i.e. Tina, Alice (Li), Lena and Nancy) and then we ended up singing. Subverted trope in that the teachers told us to shut up. Yeah, way to go for inspiring stories, teachers. Then Tina said that they might have told us this so that they could bomb us in the hall. (I was thinking about the school in Chechenya, where terrorists took over the school and the police gassed the people inside the hall/lecture theatre. Yeah.) So then, after I got bored of listening to them talking about TV shows (I'm not THAT into it), I spotted Mr K_____ (not my current science teacher, our Replacement Goldfish last year for our science teacher then), who'd been responsible for hustling us into the hall, and decided to ask him about Phys Olympiad tomorrow (it's cancelled, btw) and moved over to where Abbi and co. were or thereabouts. (It was nearer to the other door in the hall, the year 7 door, and just under the canteen.) Then Mrs Connors was like, make way, and then there was something about sniffer dogs and a really crap story. I took the opportunity to text Mum. Then it was like, you can go back to class now, your p. 6 class. So there was a lot of stretching and then we picked up our bags and went to class. Then we went back to class, which had the aforementioned Mr K_____ teaching us (don't know where B____ was) and I ended up napping.
If you read any of the blogs on the side there, most of the blogs that were updated today will probably talk about the bomb. Emily's account is pretty accurate. (Except she didn't mention the singing.)
So then, after school, we were sort of walking out, Mr K. mentioning that he'd rather bomb the bus bay, when we ran across Sydney and Kerrie. Mr K. initally couldn't figure out Kerrie's name, and I wasn't much help either as I thought he was referring to Sydney (his positioning wasn't much of a help/hint), and then I sort of walked with him to the door, and then I commented as I walked on that I'd've bombed the Science block instead, because it had more chemicals. I had to go, as it was a Tuesday, and I had gym, in which I was falling asleep, sort of. And that was my Tuesday.
Oh, and l'amour is a reference to the Euro trip, and they got their shirts that day today (I'm writing this on Thursday, as with the last 3 sentences preceding this one).

Internet Backdraft Warning: contains profanity

Mood: rage. You'll see why below.

WHY DON'T YOU FREAKING ANAL-RETENTIVE D***WADS TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU HATE ME TO MY FUCKING FACE, ASSHOLES? IF YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH, YOU EITHER FUCKING DEAL WITH IT OR TELL THEM POLITELY OR MAYBE GIVE THEM A GOOD POUNDING DISCREETLY blah blah blah.

OK, I get the Linda Wu backdraft. Supercilious, maybe. Clingy, definitely.
But what I don't get is why the hell people (read: most other boys who aren't friends of other girls) hate me so much. Surely I'm not that bad?
No seriously. Why the **** is dancing with me so bad that you either a) dance with some other boy or b) mention me in a blog post in a tone usually reserved for Linda Wu in some corners of the grade? You know who you are. You were both in the same PE super-class as me last Tuesday. Bâtards.
Oh look, I need a tag for angst. Maybe I have bipolar. Maybe I'm just a tsundere kuudere person with mood swings (and accompanying mood whiplash).
But anyway. The Love "Meme" is highly recommended to make someone feel all fuzzy inside. You can find it here. So, at least the backdraft isn't universal.