THIS is my last ditch attempt to make the holidays last as long as is humanly possible, because I do not wish for it to end and thus am in denial about the fact that it is past midnight (take my word for it, ignore the time thingy on this blog). Yep. If I use my imagination, I shall be back at the start of the blissful two weeks that have just petered out.

Highlights:

1. I manned reception COMPLETELY ALONE last week at the Hospice. This meant I actually answered the phone (following short periods of cardiac arrest beforehand), greeted visitors (see previous brackets), and handled the till when people bought things (again...see previous brackets).

2. I have officially caved to Jenny's opinion (not that I ever opposed it, but it sounds moe dramatic this way) and bought On the Road with my Smiths vouchers, because the extract we read in Lit looked rather severely awesome. It is shaping up well. When I get time to read it. What I mean to say is, the first ten pages are shaping up well.

3. I actually did some revision. Granted, I did one past paper last Friday, then was so chuffed with myself I gave myself a well-deserved break until...this Friday... but that's not the point. The point is I've never strated revising more than a week before, so this is progress! Yay.

4. The idea of Irony is pissing me off, since my Postcards Lit task is the one about exploring irony. I have lost track of what irony is somewhere along the way, and am now noting random things (such as 'Loyal being scalped is ironic') in the hope that they go down well if I can say them with enough flourish. Aherm.

5. I am not sleeping at all ever in the slightest. As you can see. Well, you can't. But it's half one. I am sat with my copy of Hamlet beside me, halfway through Act One and it's great, but still, I feel, unsuitable for general activity at this time.

6. I am now the proud owner of a very cool jacket type things which is probably not cool to the rest of the sane world but what the hell. It has many unnecessary zips on it, and this is all I need.

7. Bryony has dropped off the face of the earth. Or her internet is down. This is never good for Bryony, and come on, nobody wants to be in Mirfield with no knowledge of the outside world for an indeterminate length of time.

8. New Year fireworks: London's were a bit more structured this year, which I didn't particularly like until it got to them setting off about fifty of those ones that just exploded in gold and then left glitter in the sky. Oh good GOD! I spazzed quite madly.

9. Christmas: Damn good television, don't you know.

10. Films which have been watched, either on recommendation or because I'm obsessed with someone in them: Rescue Dawn-just cool, Quantum of Solace-better than I thought it'd be, Leon- worse than I thought it'd be, but Gary Oldman rules, Son of Rambow- reeeeally good!, Starter for Ten- geek funny, I'll give it that.

11. Universities shall never be talked about again. Ever. This is how it's going to be.

12. I'm surprised I'm still lucid at this time. It remains for me to say that Emad appears to have melted in sentiment, and that I have (strangely) missed most of the people I interact with in school. Doesn't mean I want to go to school though. I shall resume my reading of Hamlet.

Farewell etc.

*waves*

Yes, people. The Lund-ism of the week. Said at Huddersfield university, as we all stood around whilst the tutor guy poured liquid nitrogen on the floor.

Tutor: You see how they're picking up the dust as they go along?

Lund: Does Dyson know about this...? *Pause for effect*

*Stricken silence from eveyrone in the room except Adarsh, who falls off his stool laughing*

Yep. T'has been an interesting half term/ year in general. By interesting, I mean traumatic but occassionally good in places. The highlights of 2008 have been:

*Weekends- Specifically Friday night, because Saturday night involves Hospice nervouseness and therefore does not count. On a Friday night I go party animal, sitting at my laptop for several hours before talking to myself for the remainder of the night/morning.

*Frees with various people including the Byronius, Jenny, Emad and Zanib. These have been rather fun, especially when they have involved cheese toasties and/or Wispas and/or coke. And large amounts of bitching. Damn, those bitching sessions have been fun. Frees in year 12 were great too, when we rediscovered the Corner. :D

*Days off school. Are you starting to see a theme here yet?

*Huddersfield/Birstall with the Jenny and Bryony. Always good and often involving junk food.

*Archie!! I am in love with my kitten. I talk to him constantly and he is a great listener. I suspect that he has symptoms of borderline psychosis, but this does not worry me.

*Hasan- whose first coherent sentence, at 3 years old, was the chorus of 3 Little Birds by Bob Marley in a Jamaican accent (Don't wurray, bowt a ting, cuz evry liddle ting, iz goan be aarite!). His mother was not pleased. His dad was very pleased. Understandable, since he taught him it.

*Spooks: Lucas got shot!! *spazzes* And he speaks Russian! Aherm.

*Winning my writing prize :D Much, much embarassment, but much boosting of self confidence (until I saw me on video, which was not flattering).

*Friday dessert frees with Saf and Zanib. Rather great, especially due to the involvement of diabetes-inducing amounts of sugar. Dayyamn. And the silicon implant marzipan monstrosity shall never be bought.

There must be other good things, but they escape me at this present time.

Definite non highlights have been:

*Bangor. The first thing that came to mind when I thought 'What have I least enjoyed this year?'.  For obvious and beaverish reasons.

*Our summer exams. Pushed me over the edge, so to speak.

*Challenge of Management. I despised this, mainly due to the rioting that broke out within my team, which I had to attempt to solve through diplomacy because apparently, screaming 'SHUT THE F*** UP EVERYONE AND SCREW YOU ALL I'M OFF HOME' is not appropriate for such events.

*Critical thinking lessons...? Fun in a warped pissing-around-constantly way, but really not fun. 

*Certain lessons of a certain subject with a certain Git. I shall say no more.

*Can now count? As in this time now? Because the whole UCAS thing is definitely a non-highlight, and I am not enjoying this. No. It's a definite no.

Hmm. In terms of people, there's no real need to reiterate the list. You all know who you are. Basically, if I'm especially antisocial, nasty or sarcastic with you, I consider you to be a great friend. If I'm only a little bit antisocial, nasty or sarcastic with you, and I wring my hands or look around for corners when you're around, the chances are I do not like you, and it's nothing personal, it's just that I am scared of Too Many People. There. Anyway, my friends list hasn't changed. Refer to the previous christmas friends list if you really are that bothered. I do not like change. This much is obvious.

And so I'll leave it there, because I've run out of what stamina I gathered to write this in the first place. I'll drop you a line if anything crops up (whatever that means. It just popped into my head).

*waves at everyone*

Over and out

I like saying 'Damn right' :D. It has a decisive sort of feel about it, and gives off the impression that I am loud and extroverted, as opposed to being passive aggressive, non-confrontational and a social failure. Aherm.

So hello. It's been about a month. I just wanted to give Emad's blog a chance to flourish, because he deserves a chance at least against the mightiness that is my blog, you know? Bless.

In terms of what has happened... well at some point it was my birthday, and this was all very nice (apart from the ominous threat of a 'mass hug' by some of the nastier friends that I have). Oh wait, I wrote about that. Damn. Oh! Had the Bradford Clinical Sciences interview, which I detailed in ridiculous detail to anyone in the vicinity, whether they asked me about it or not, so I don't really need to go into that. Did get an offer though :D And am now waiting (ie screaming in my head for fear of not hearing anything EVER) for another letter. Aherm. It would be nice to get an interview, you unis out there, you know who you are. You gits. I know you're enjoying this.

Bear with me, I am trying to think of something really profound to write, but have found that I am incapable of being all that deep or wise when it comes to it. Ah well. 

In the meantime:

I have been forced to socialise twice in a week and am highly distressed as a result (despite the fact that both times were actually rather nice). It's just customary for me to be distressed. Was laughed at at Bryony's meal by my 'friends' because I looked uncomfortable..well..all the way through. Thank you people. This was enjoyable however, because there were candles on the table. And so much wood... It was pyro heaven.

Yesterday was Beckie's meal, and this involved meeting Charlie after 5 years! For those of you who know Charlie: she is no different. We plotted the violent demise of several teachers in a short space of time. Oh, and twilight zone moment: Two men at the back of the restaurant burst into a tenor rendition of Happy Birthday for Beckie. I swear, none of us knew who, or how drunk, they were! And the weirdest thing was they sang it, then went back to eating, perfectly serious, as though nothing had happened. The most bizarre thing that has ever happened...ever.

Bryony is sitting back and letting the offers roll in, and this is good! She is in high demand and congratulations Bryony all is good. Onward we strive. Conversations with (I mean in...aherm) the corner are where it's at. Oh! And it's her birthday tomorrow! Yayness!

Jenny and I lament not having any lessons together because it means we cannot be mind bendingly stupid and annoy Bryony like we used to :D I mean, even if Critical Thinking was shit last year, it was great to laugh at random words like 'Bob' in the textbook passages.

Emad passed his theory! Oh, and continues in his attempts at humour, and has resorted to laughing at his own 'jokes' because nobody else will humour him. Poor child. Even the sympathy laughter has died out. Just let it go.

Beckie is 18 today! And she got an offer!! Could the week GET any better for you?! :D Great congratulations are in order here. And I believe the best part of yesterday was not only the two men singing, but also the ice cream with the little flags in it that said 'Let's party!'. I have one stuck in my bag. It does not suit me.

Rob is all good, and making progress with Postcards I believe, which is a thoroughly depressing process. Good luck with that.

Katie continues to find new and innovative rhymes for 'Humairo' (which is my new name, due to the fact that it rhymes with so many more words). And Katie is also single handedly (although she's using two hands) bringing back the phrase 'MAN ALIVE!'. What a phrase.

Saf and I have established that we cannot wait to leave Hecky, as we have had quite enough, thank you very much. However, we do not want to start somewhere new either. *Shudders*. Also: Saf has serious issues. Think teachers. Think one specific teacher. Think Specsavers advert. Not following this? Don't bother.

Adarsh got to the 'twitchy' stage of waiting for an interview, so decided to phone the uni. I'm kind of considering it, but for fear of being told 'No...we don't have you down on the list...' I shall refrain.

And Tim is in a perpetual state of 'biscuit time'.

I believe that's everything. If you know me and belive there's something significant I have neglected to mention, punch me.

Have you been personally affected by this blog?  If you have an opinion on any of the issues covered today, and would like to share it with us, sod off. Or comment. *Shrugs*.

Good bye.

Referring, of course, not to Barack Obama's victory speech (although it was a bloody good speech), but to the Bob the Builder card I got this morning from my brother :D  Damn right I can fix it.

T'has been a good week involving sugar highs that would make anyone cringe. Aside from the fact that somebody (NOT ME) attempted to set the cabins on fire, and that we did Mexican waves in biology to illustrate the nervous system, not much really happened until today. Driving continues to go...erm... well, it just sort of goes, really. I have not completely 'blanked' again since my roundabouts lesson, so this is a good sign and indicates progress. I have acquired a suit for my interview, and it's all scary and smart and makes me feel weird. I didn't even wear a suit for Challenge of Management :| Bryony and Jenny had told me I would spazz with my birthday present, and I spent all week being mildly worried, because when I jokingly suggested to Bryony, 'What've you got me..a penguin?!' she eyed Zainab in a 'made' manner.

In terms of other people this week, Jenny has a tartan coat with a side zip!! And is working ridiculous hours at BHS, which equates to slave labour. She also seems to have a habit of ending up stranded on high shelves. Bryony finally beat me on an essay where I put in less effort than she did :P Well deserved after years of me handing in late homeworks in textiles/RE and still getting A*s, whilst Bryony slaved away for the same grades. Lol. Apologies, Bryony. The Emad continued to look moody and has some sort of  scribble thingy on his ipod that enables him to write out 'You're gay' to me, a feature which he has made great use of, and clearly believes to be amusing. Ha. Ha. Rob and other history people were mortified by the fact that Mr Jones phoned in to SkySports and recorded himself, insisting ont hen playing this to all his classes. However, 'Colin from Wakefield' didn't have anything useful to contribute, because they just dismissed him :D

 So anyway, yesterday was all birthday hypeness. And I walked into my room to find that my mum had put purple tinsel everywhere, and mounted the walls with purple fairy lights, and put vases of purple carnations (which Archie was happily eating) and purple candles on the desk. It was all very girly, but it was purple and I spazzed for the rest of...well, I'm still spazzing. Whoa.

Today, I was far too scared to walk into the common room for fear of being ambushed by a mass hug. Thankfully, this did not happen. I was ambushed by happy birthday people (And later Adash, who didn't realise until about half an hour had passed, lol). Morning involved the receiving of several thousand penguin related cards, namely from Rob and Beckie, a jellybean journal (!!) which is our new scrapbook from Beckie, an assurance that the present was in Saf's locker from Bryony and Zainab, an absent 'happy birthday' from Jenny delivered by Bryony, a Chuck Palahniuk book (!! *spazzes*) from Emad,  and something ominous about 'it arriving on Monday' from Tim. Oh, and an attempted Andy hug which did not happen.

Half hour free was spent with Andy who...was Andy, and insisted on widening my social circle into the double digits by making me say hello to someone called 'James'. Progress indeed. It also involved Stu sitting next to me, observing my '4 Today' badge, and laughing and saying 'So when's your birthday then?' It took a while for him to cotton on. No change there :)

At break it was revealed that I am now the honorary adoptive owner of a penguin called Flipper who lives in the Falkland Islands, and with the certificate came a pin badge of a penguin (!! As though I haven't been searching for one of those EVERYWHERE!) and a furry King Penguin who I have named Alexei. Yes. Thank you to Bryony, Jennifer, Saf and Zainab for contributing a quarter each  :D I AM STILL SPAZZING. A velvety card was given by Jenny which I am definitely appreciating, and Bryony's card has all my favourite things collaged on it, including a Big Yellow Taxi :D Both are spazzworthy. OH! And Rob bought a Milk Tray which was extensively shared and contributed to the sugar high that was today.

The sugar high has to be documented, because I need to look back on days like today when I have diabetes, and I need to regret this. I have received/eaten/begun the process of eating:

Huge dairy milk bubbles bars of chocolate, huge galaxy bars of chocolate, a Terry's chocolate orange, two Flake Cakes, a pack of Snowies, The Smarties cupcakes, half a Gu chocolate mousse thingy, the Milk Tray, a box of Celebrations, coke, pepsi and a Wispa. And vimto sweets.

No, I haven't eaten it all yet, don't worry, and yes most of it was shared. It's still pretty shameful though. It was affirmed by Rob. I'm a chocoholic and it has got to stop. Ah well. There's time. :D

Chemistry was spent being mystified, since it turns out I'm the only person in my set who didn't take AS maths, and so am lost. Mr Howard assures me I'll be fine, but this is Mr Howard, and that's what he always says. We spent the free working through cupcakes and drafting our Corner Constitution in the beginning of what will be the Scrapbook. And Mr Taylor is impressed byt he fact that impressions seem to run in my family :D I was well flattered. And Haroon did the Mr Jones impression and it was indeed good. It seems that Haroon has established a cult following. I'm not sure if I approve. The child needs to be curbed.

Oh! And there was something I agreed to say for Katie, but I can't remember what it was, but anyway Hi Katie! Katie's making me a Tambrero *nods*. However that's done. She shall strive. And I have learnt that random people ead this drivel. I apologise if you are a random person and don't understand all the injokes. We have far toooo many.

Thank you for all the stuff :) I've gone all warm and fuzzy today. This must stop. *Smacks self*. But yes. It's the closest I ever came to being borderline sociable. Anyway. Thank you. *spazzes a little at all the purple/penguin related things*

Over and out?

:)

Warning: The following post may (okay, will) contain scenes of worrying and uncharacteristic happiness, which do not suit me at all.

Right. For some reason I have gone completely manic-happy (I suspect someone spiked my pepsi) and have spent the last three hours talking incessantly (mostly to myself) and laughing in bursts at short intervals and have worried my family and so have retired to my room so as not to worry them more, but I actually need to keep talking so I'm going to type on here so feel free not to read it its more a sort of cerebral vomit type thing and is very compulsive penguin.

Oh! The first thing I can talk about: Just now, as we were eating, we randomly got onto the subject of The Great Gatsby- don't ask how- which oh my god absolutely set me off on an overenthusiastic crazed rant about just how amazing some of the American authors in the 20th centruy are, and I kind of got carried away and referred to some author's prose as 'gorgeous', which was met with stunned silence by my family, and an awful image developed in my head of me morphing into Miss Martins. Good god I need to be stopped in this overenthusiasm for English Lit. That was a bad moment.

Anyway. I can talk about the things that happened since my last blog post....erm... driving! I may have briefly mentioned driving. Did I mention roundabouts? Yes. My instructor spent the first half hour slowly taking me through what to do because he knows I tend to panic at these kinds of situations, and he ensured me that we would take it step by step and that I didn't have to panic. Here's what happened as we approached the first roundabout:

I: Okay, now don't panic, but around the bend, about 30 metres down the road is the first roundabout. (He treats me like I'm on edge constantly, which, admittedly, I am).

Me: Right (Grips steering wheel, white knuckles etc)

(We round the bend. At the moment the roundabout comes into sight, my instructors phone rings.)

I: (mouths) Excuse me

Me: (Experiences cardiac arrest at thought of being left to handle roundabout alone as instructor begins long and drawn out coversation with wife).

I: -So anyway, I says to him, 'what're you playing at?' (Aside to me) Second gear check the mirror don't forget to look to the right where's your signal-

Me: (mentally screaming, veers off to the right)

And we crashed. Well, we didn't, but you get the drift.

I cannot stop laughing to myself. This is really not good. Well, it is, but it isn't. Hmm. *Smacks forehead*. Gah! Pull yourself together. Aherm. This mood swing has not been helped by the fact that I have just found out I might be going to Wolverhampton on Friday afternoon/evening and this will mean seeing Hasan!! Hasan, my little pyro protege! Argh! And also seeing my aunty who has the same birthday as me. :D Had to be said. Oh, and the fact that it's my birthday soon is also exciting, god knows why, it's just I never thought I'd get this far past the age of twelve. As a child, I actually thought twelve was the ultimate age, and am thus a little lost now.

I swear there was something else that I needed to say... Oh! The biro masterpiece is also coming along, as cerebral vomit also. And I'm happy that Russell Brand has been ultimately exposed as the twat he is. Not that that's related to my biro masterpiece but I just thought of it. I mean, who messes with Andrew Sachs?? The man who played Manuel deserves eternal respect. And anyway, where was I. My biro drawing is showing me worrying things about myself such as the fact that I have taken to randomly doodling again. And there's a journal that I bought two years ago and I still haven't written in because I'm scared of ruining it, sat on my shelf, and it's black and says 'Life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself.' Not sure how that's relevant. It's not, really, is it.

Oh! That and I'm losing my memory, because numerous things have happened to suggest I am getting more and more absent minded by the day, and today it was ultimately proved by the fact I wrote 'Archie cat food' in four places on my hands so I would remember when we were out shopping, and still forgot.  :(

Must stop now. I just had to tell someone and the keyboard was the closest thing, and this typing frenzy can end here.

*Wonders off, stops, then falls asleep stood up in narcoleptic manner*

Having been informed today by a letter from school, that I have received a 'General Studies Prize', naturally I began practising the acceptance speech. It's the biggest moment of my life. I was surprised, however, since I didn't DO general studies last year... Hmm. Are we assuming it means Critical Thinking? In which case, it's an even bigger moment! Must go buy evening gown for the occassion!

Before I go into sarcasm overdrive and become incomprehensible: It has been a good/bad/good week, in that order. I am attempting to remember what happened....

Monday: Oh! It was a teacher training day, and NOTHING was done. Except numerous homeworks and attempting to learn the many thousands of steps that make up Photosynthesis/respiration. To the person who discovered these thousands of reactions: Why did you not just turn a blind eye and do us a favour!

Tuesday: The actual test, which wasn't that bad to be honest. Followed by the marking of the chemistry test (the one which I couldn't do half of, having thoroughly forgotten to revise half the stuff we needed to know). This does not merit mention. Followed by chemistry, in which Lund was the angriest I have ever seen him (highly amusing) . It got to the point where he was so wound up he addressed Saf as 'Saloo' accidentally, then glared at the people who laughed. Self control was needed. He also made what is officially recognised as the worst comeback ever:

L: Why haven't you done the work?

Saf: I forgot it

L: *adopts 'killer comeback' pose* When it comes to the exam...then forget it.

*Lund puts on sunglasses, and exits, David Caruso CSI Miami style*

(If you don't know what I mean by the David Caruso thing, search it on youtube. Well worth it.)

Aherm. Moving on. Wednesday: I can't remember... Erm. Hmm. Oh! This was when Bryony stalkerness was renewed in the library/common room and we were all slightly worried. Aside from that, I can't remember much. Spent the end of the day with Saf and Andy in all his flamboyance. And on Wednesday I began my Biro masterpiece (damn right). Yes, I was THAT bored. But it is good :D I shall continue until the page is crammed with mentalism.

Thursday: Bitching session and superdrug-raid with Jenny, Bryony and Zainab. MUCH fun :D I have discovered the perfect shade (sort of dark green with a shade of purple and glitter), which I made on the back of my hand with eye shadow, and then declared just a bit too loudly 'I want to BE that colour!'. Jenny and Bryony laughed at me, and many store people stared.  :( I am not a spazz. And I am not easily impressed!

*sees shiny object, wanders off temporarily*

Anyway. Where was I.. Oh. Friday: Last dayness. Claimed in a manner that was a bit too impassioned, that everyone who watched/was involved in the production of High school musical should be burnt and then shocked, which resulted in Beckie looking a little taken aback. I apologise Beckie. What was I thinking? Only those who made it should be burnt. English was pointless, general studies was pointless. But a very productive hour was spent discussing random things with the Bryony over an extremely civilised cheese toastie (which Bryony claims I cannot eat without looking awkward). House dramaness was had..or that might have been Thursday. It's all a bit of a haze. Oh, and Mr Howard mocked me in chemistry for being a bit out of it :( And then Zainab and Bryony and other sad people went to watch the film that shall not be named again, lest I burn something in the vicinity. And the last hour or so was spent with Emad, who talked whilst I acquired diabetes by ploughing through the chocolate sundae/cookie/brownies I had bought from Greggs earlier :D  Calories? I laugh in the face of calories. And then get fat. But it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. A good end to the week :D 

That's about  it. I went to London this weekend, but you don't want to hear about that. Spent most of it eating junk, etc. Predictable stuff.

I shall leave now, having over-rambled slightly. Good day to you.

Yeah. Don't ask about the title. Just...don't.

*Moment of distinct pain*

This week has been distinctly painful in places. I'll start at the start, shall I?

* Monday morning: the dreaded organic chemistry test, in preparation for which I had written a letter to my parents apologising for my mistakes in life, and had paid for a small ceremony which would be attended by family, maybe some friends. I fail to see how this was an overreaction.

*At some point in the week (lost track of days) chocolate lollies were had, and this was GREAT. Bryony had hers on prefect duty and had some very disturbing requests made of her by year 11s. The little shits. If only Bryony had done her 'Hello I'm Brian' voice. That would have smoked the buggers out. And we spent our free today lamenting on society's downturn whilst eating cheese toasties. MUCH fun.

*Today marked a revolution in telepathy-what-is-not-telepathy, as notes were sent (on paper, not by thought) to a very very traumatised Jennifer. Oh, and we discovered that it is always good to be thinking of monkeys wearing Fezes with unicycles, as this will never fail to cheer one up. Especially when written in Billy. And I apologise if the general readership of the blog do not understand any of what I just said. I'm quite prone to stupid/incomprehensible injokes.

*General studies continues to be about as much fun as rotting.

*A second chemistry test was had, for which I spent so long revising the old stuff that I forgot all the recent work we'd done and therefore was only able to answer half the test. Drat and double drat.

* I realised just how low I have sunk when, in Superdrug, I saw a 'Makeup Primer', and all I could think of was PCR. For those of you who don't do biology, PCR stands for Polymerase Chain Reaction, and primers are used in the process, and it is thoroughly sad and depressing for me to have made such a link.

*Pizza Hut Nachos and Cookie dough were had, and because Saf and I are very particular about people drinking from same bottle/eating from same plate, I devised a brilliant way of slicing up the cookie dough: I used the cardboard of the box! Hmm. doesn't sound as ingenious as it was, lol. And Saf and Zainab are unfamiliar with the idea of eating Nachos WITH sour cream and chive dip. This is an absolute rule! And Emad refused to try cookie dough, after all that. This must be done!

* It has been discovered that Haroon (my year 11 sibling) does the best Mr Jones impression ever! Danny White in his year even made him record it for him as a ringtone. Although I suspect that's going a tad too far. It is great though :D Even the accent. And so I am proud of Haroon, as he appears to be turning into a less destructive version of me. Good lad.

*It has been found that I have a brilliant concentration span. I was revising today with Dom opposite me, and his phone rang, and he was talking and I kept working. Having 'hung up', Dom told me the phonecall had ended five minutes ago, and for the last five minutes had been saying things into the phone like 'She's in the car. Oh no, actually she's dead.' just to see what my reaction was. And I hadn't noticed a word he'd said. So yeah. I focus well.

*Mrs Martins showed us the weirdest American Dream youtube video ever, and the song, which involves 'Keeping the Dream alive', is very weird but quite good in a strange way. Just had to say it.

*Beckie, Zainab and I have received a probing questionnaire from Nottingham which wants to know EVERYTHING. And is really quite threatening. :(

*Katie likes being mentioned on here. Hi Katie! I really have nothing more to say on this matter...

*I haven't seen much of Beckie, so: Hi Beckie! We should converse more next week, lol.

*Tim sent me a link to the coolest website on Earth, this website being a website for all things purple. It is just about as good as www.purple.com. An absolutely brilliant website. Oh, and Tim has also shown me the dancing penguin of my dreams. And Peruvian Purple Potatoes! As I said, Peru has now given the world Paddington Bear and Purple Potatoes. Can this country do no wrong?!

*It was found out that Ben and I were at playgroup together. This was remembered suddenly by my mother yesterday, when she realised (after 7 years) that Ben is short for Benjamin, and it finally clicked that she knew a Benjamin Fearnsides who used to come to playgroup when she took me. I love my mum. :D And her severe absent mindedness. See where I get it from?

*Comrade Smith (Rob) continues to ask semi-probing questions about certain things which I may have had done and which I do not wish to disclose to the general public. :| Seriously though, I miss Jones history :(  Oh, and we discussed how Dick Diver and Jim from All My Sons are legends. At least, Jim is. 'What a guy', as Rob put it.

*Emad... well, the disastrous 3/4 practicals continue and look set to continue. And we seem to have established that we are weird. But I win in that Emad is weirder than me.

I'm going to stop typing, since the post has lost any sort of structure. The main events are there. My driving lesson was okay in terms of executing a successful turn in the road, and attempting my first ever corner reverse :D Much progress. Except for the...well, let's not discuss the gears incident.

Comrades, until next time.