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You know all that German I had to memorise?

Well, today was the day and OH YES I AM GOOD. I remembered almost everything I needed- and did so well, in fact, she didn't even need to ask the last 5 or so questions, she had enough to give me a great grade.

I spoke with "enthusiasm and confidence" (all right I'll give you I had confidence once I got going, but enthusiasm? In German? Srsly?) and with "correct pronunciation and almost perfect accuracy" (accuracy? I got my verb order wrong in about half of it!) and the best thing is I don't have to revise German tonight!

Which means, y'know, I'm not doing anything at all because I've realised how stressed I've been due to the damn German exams, and now that stress is gone I'm not even doing homework.

I have TWELVE AND A HALF SIDES OF A4 TO MEMORISE.
Of a language I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND.
I am going to kill someone.

But, before then, I am having this time (between 4pm and 5pm) to myself, to catch up on Facebook and the like, before I GO KILL SOMEONE.

This is just German. In two weeks we have mocks for ALL exams, so as well as that we're meant to be putting in several hours of revision a night for all the other subjects too (of which there are many).
Not to mention all the coursework I haven't yet finished.

Related: school dished out revision schedules today where we supposedly are supposed to revise from 4pm to 9pm is half hour bursts. GET REAL.

PS: I apologise for excess use of caps. I just CAN'T HELP IT GRRRR.

So aye, as the title suggests, Nandi, one of the German exchange students speaks better English than me. It seems I can not finish a sentence without omitting around two thirds of the letters that should be in the original sentence.
Hence: “should not have” becomes “shouldn’t’ve” etc etc.
I find myself talking in what appears to be (at least to me) an extremely posh manner simply to make myself understood to her. Poor her, having to sit next to semi-illiterate me in Chemistry. Don’t even get me started on the joint effort between the person on the other side of me, the teacher and myself attempting to explain what pressure is to her. Sure, sounds easy enough, yeah? NO. Even the teacher had tons of trouble.
However, I am not the worst of her problems. Our Maths teacher is so VERY VERRRRY SCOTTISH, Nandi says she actually doesn't understand her at all. That may transpire to be a problem yet.
Then we started learning about the mole and equilibrium. Errrm no get out of here! Nandi asked me to explain it to her- I don’t even understand the concept myself, never mind explain it to someone who doesn’t have sound English.

Also, in Chemistry (surprise, surprise) I GOT SODIUM HYDROXIDE ON MY SKIN AAARGH IT BURNS LIKE FIRE.
With express instructions not to get it on your skin, or anything that can corrode. So what do I do? Spill it on myself. And then later use my fingers to wipe the stuff out of the beaker.
Today, we make ummm…we take chlorophyll out of grass, or something, using propanone. I get the green concoction of ground grass and propanone on me (you know, as you do). For some reason thinking “it’s only grass,” I did not wipe if off immediately. Upshot: I still have two green dots on my hand. When they will come off, remains unknown.

Sigh.

The sewers on our (privately owned) road have decided to pack up. So Mrs no. 8 complained to the council, who replied with a rather snotty letter telling us that it isn’t their problem, and to fix the drains we should all club together and sort it out ourselves. If we don’t, they will take legal action, do it themselves and send the bill over our way. Why can’t they just do it in the first place then? Madly conserving water is getting to be tiring.

Also, yesterday, I climbed a hill. A crag, to be precise. This isn’t an unusual occurrence, but yesterday was a very clear day, and you can see a lot. In fact, you can see across the bay to Barrow wind farm, several oil (gas?) rigs, Heysham power stations (actually, you can’t *get away* from those), the Fylde coast (“Look at Blackpool Tower over there,” “Where?”- thanks sis ), and even Wales in the far distance. And I even got to point down to the shore and say “isn’t that where I got stuck in the mud when we did the cross bay walk?”

Fun fun.

OHHHH, and I bought a beautiful masquerade mask today!

*squeals in high pitched voice* OMG I GOT AN A* IN DRAMA OMG OMG OMG!!!!

I got 57/60! I'm so happy and it was so unexpected! I was so sure I'd screwed it up, and I've done great. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!


In other news, there was an... incident involving fake tan. I will say no more.

English is usually a hoot. Today was no different, if slightly more crazy than usual.

Task: split into groups of four, (well we were a three in the end) and begin writing a story in your assigned genre (mine was horror). After ten minutes, swap stories with the next person in your group, and continue writing their story in your assigned genre.

Well, our group was comprised of myself, Joe and Ashley. We decided not to be totally serious about it, because no one else was either. Here are the fruits of our labour. First paragraph is Joe's (the totally insane one, genre adventure), second mine, and third Ashley's (genre sci-fi). You end up with three separate stories, this is just one.

Just to give you an idea of the level of craziness, our other stories involved Ryan Giggs being hacked to death with a chainsaw, the cast of Grease singing about the world being saved (in the only story where the world didn't end/protagonist burned in hell for all eternity), and the Proclaimers being splattered with the blood of Ryan Giggs.

A huge mountain, which soared over the horizon was the only obstacle preventing Ashley from reaching the castle. He had just finished reading a s*** adventure story, where he slayed the mighty zombie dragon. Then Libby made her presence felt when she stabbed Ashley in the heart. But before the connection Ashley grew a stone case over his heart, preventing Libby the zombie dragon from killing him. Then Joe flew out of the sky, revealing a chase that was on between Joe, Ashley and Libby the zombie dragon. Joe shouted “run, run as fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m the ginger bread man!” even though he wasn’t. The car then came out from a corner, dictated movement, then hit Libby the zombie dragon.

Libby the zombie dragon lets out a bloodcurdling scream, then lets out a stream of fire which incinerates the car. Ashley then runs to the castle.
The door creaks open ominously as he enters, and he feels a sense of foreboding. He creates footprints in the dust as he walks, hoping not to disturb anything that might be in the castle. Suddenly a sword falls from the ceiling, almost chopping Ashley in half. He sidesteps the sword, and runs up the stairs.

However, the stairs suddenly disappeared, leaving an inescapable slide into a hole in the floor. Ashley found himself endlessly falling through countless metal pipes, falling for what seemed like days. Then the pipes ended, leaving him to fall into a pool of acid to burn for all eternity.

Thoughts?

*parties* Dance showcase night!
Oh my God so much fun, I think I might have OD'd on show buzz.

We got through the evening with relatively few incidents for a fully fledged show:
- thongs showing (not guilty, for once)
- bra straps showing (very guilty, bright orange crossover straps!)
- tears/tantrums (not guilty, tears can be attributed to someone who forgot what to do in the opening number)
- being so orange you can be mistaken for a tangerine (guilty!)
- running face first into someone during blackout (guilty as hell)
- neckties being on the wrong side (guilty! Damn those on/off changes)
- putting your foot throught the netting on your skirt (not guilty! yay!)

All in all, great night. Hopefully I've bumped up my marks, and more than that, I just love it!

We all clubbed together and got our teacher expensive flowers and chocolates, we're surprised she hasn't gone grey yet trying to keep us lot toeing the line! XD

BUZZZZZZZZZ. I love the feeling you get from performing. It's amazing, it actually makes you want to scream (ooooh-er!) I want moooooooore. But now I also want sleeeep.

*carries on partying anyway*

Also, one of the best things is, we have an inset day tomorrow, so I can sleep in and don't have to go into school looking like death! :innocent:

Oh yeah, trigonometry test was beasted! Ninety five bloody percent! Oh hell yes, I'll take that thank you very much.

Although, I'm not in the best of moods as I just sat for an hour on the bus, because of temporary traffic lights. Gahh my only respite was throwing some receipts from my purse at an annoying idiot. One thing I hate: temporary traffic lights. They make me... mad.

OMFG THE VET HAS SHAVED MY CAT. Shaved. Seriously WTF? Poor girl has her back half shaved, and the front is normal, which looks VERY weird what with her being a long-haired breed. Jesus Christ, it kind of looks like we have an alien blob half morphed into a cat hiding out in our bathroom in case we take it to the vets again. Sigh. I have pics, but UM won't upload them for some reason.
In other cat related news, our kitten fell in the bath last night. Cue soaking wet black thing sneezing all evening. That one may never go in the bathroom again!


And finally, who wants to be the first person to be killed?

Well.

Year 11 goes to see Of Mice and Men at the theatre was an unfortunate incident. My interest was lost within the first five minutes, as George's accent changed from American to Australian during the opening lines. After that I spent most of the evening (this was Thursday night) trying to regulate my sneezes so that they didn't detract from any 'dramatic' moments.
I was supposed to take notes for Drama. Woopsie.
My cold was not helped by the fact that afterwards I had to phone my Dad to come pick me up, who then had to set off and get there- a 15-20 minute drive if you're flooring it and being optimistic. My friend and I therefore had to stand outside the theatre in the freezing cold, she was okay, being in jeans, I was not, being in a dress and leggings.


Since Emma passed in July, it hasn't been easy at all, but by now we're mostly coping with it. However, one of my friends, for conversation's sake let's call her Katy, is not coping well at all. Out of all of us, she was probably closest to Emma bar one, and understandably it's perhaps harder for her to move on. The thing is, it's started to get past just the stage of it being hard to move on. She constantly brings Emma into things, refuses to hang around with us during break and lunch times, snaps at the tiniest thing, speaks to Emma's parents a lot, and is even getting a tattoo on her back saying Emma's name, DOB and DOD.
Emma's old TA is very worried about her, as Katy keeps talking to her on Facebook, asking her awkward questions like "Is it stupid of me that I cry myself to sleep every night?" At this stage, yes it is. Not stupid, but not normal either.
Apparently she met someone called Emma, who also had a little brother of the same name as Emma's brother, and she plastered that all over her Facebook, and then over Emma's parents Facebooks too. They're trying to get over it too, they just don't need that. As Miss says, "she's slowly losing it."
The TA announced to us today that if things don't improve soon, she's going to pass it over to Pastoral and get her professional help.


Finally, AAAARGH TRIG. I HATE IT. BURN IT WITH FIRE!
An entire paper on trigonometry? This will be my hell, I swear.
Do you know what? I do not care about CosA=a2+b2-c2 or a2=b2+c2-(2bcCosA)
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　2bc
I will not ever need this in real life! I don't want to find the length of the diagonal line through a cuboid!
I repeat: BURN IT WITH FIRE.

It may not be proper to post two blog entries on one day, but really- I don't care: I diiiiiiiiid it *does celebratory dance*

My new signature may not be amazing, but it's a start.

I got GIMP 2.0 because my Dad refuses point blank and quite rightly so to pay the 300 odd quid for CS Photoshop, and it's nigh on impossible to find brushes for Photoshop Elements 2.0 However this piece of programming appeared strange and alien to me, and I almost gave it up as a bad job.

*please continue reading as though the narrator has taken on an over-enthusiastic motivational speaker type voice*
But I carried on. And do you know why? Because in the end I knew it would be worth it. I persevered, and in the end made something half decent amazing.

*end over-enthusiastic motivational speaker type voice*

That is all.