Evening.
Well, 'tis Friday. YAHOO! The weekend lies ahead... or does it? Tomorrow = school, and Sunday = ...school. Life can be a real minger sometimes.
Fridays... they're gauntlets at the best of times (at least they are for me in Lower Sixth), so to top it all off with lots of acting talen-- sorry, 'talent' (I'm one of the most disorientated people Miss Clayton's ever met! WOO! And the strange thing is, I know it... and I'm kinda proud.)
So you know what? I feel like complaining about something universal. Not just the school crap I'm used to writing up.
...Breathing. Man, I hate that.
Sporty people might find they have high breathing rates, what with all that breathing they do and stuff. I'm the opposite. I'm so relaxed that when I talk I breathe a lot, theoretically. Whatsmore, when I stretch, I swear something clicks.
Chances are I'm gonna die in a few days.
OMG ZOMG INEEDSCISSORS!61! WE'RE GONNA DIE GONNA DIE GONNA DIEEEEEEEEE DIEEEE YOUBLOODYCOMMUNISTS there's no business like show business ROAROAROAROARfgeijipqrjlhg...
...that'll teach people to make lumpy custard.
So what have we learnt today? Blogs from mentally fried minds can be a bit... fun.
Yes.
That.
Bye!!! bobmiJ
Friday 26 September 2008
Thursday 18 September 2008
Blog of Septemberness
When the dogs divide her, got time, time, to wait for tomorrow... to find it, to find it, to find it...
...shouts the headphones on the ent at the computer keyboard at a momentary lapse in conversation in the MSN community. You gotta love Stone Temple Pilots, despite their grotesque lyrics, and the fact that these lyrics don't make sense... unless of course, I've got the lyrics wrong. It's likely.
Anyway, how is la vida? For me, it's loca. Literally. Sixth form's getting bloody difficult, love lives are getting bloody difficult, obtaining Subway for a lunch at school is getting bloody difficult... what good are privileges if you can't use them due to a vast lunchtime life?!
Seriously, though, September isn't really a pleasant month. The days are getting shorter, people seem to be growing apart from each other.... plus we're back in the Institution of Learning and Dark Arts (TM). Oh well.
So what better way to celebrate than to make anecdotes and humorous comments at this dark time in our lives?
Even better, what better way to darken our September by not being able to think of any?
Unfortunately, the latter applies tonight. Reading long Spanish literature takes it out of ya, even if it is about some odd kid who wears glasses and is apparently the most famous person in the world. Heard of "Manolito Gafotas"? Thought not.
ONE-NIL, Spaniards.
Whatsmore, there are several recurring phrases in it... like "(someone) is stuck in a sticky mess" - as translated by the major Collins "Spanish -> English English ->Spanish" Dictionary XD.
Unintentional innuendos? Fair do's. One all.
Unfortunately, I've read about fifteen pages, still got about hundred to go, not counting pictures.
Yes, it has pictures. A two-one lead to Spanish literature, dagnabbit. Best of five!
Well, it's too long. Two-all. That makes me feel slightly better.
I haven't even got to the worst of it yet! The homework was to read one and describe the plot in a minute speech. Well guess what? There IS no plot. So far it's been about him and his friend who has big ears, whose mother is planning to go to a plastic surgeon's to sort it out, jokingly. What else? Well, Manolito's uncle - who, according to the novel, is "stuck, very stuck, stuck in a sticky mess" - is taking him out into the city. Woo.
General boredom already? Making one soldier on through a heap of manure for next Wednesday? Three-two chez Jimbob. Suck it bitch.
Well, it's a victory I'm proud of. And before I come up with anything else compromising it, I'd better go.
Bye, love to all, bar few. Jimbob xxxxx
...shouts the headphones on the ent at the computer keyboard at a momentary lapse in conversation in the MSN community. You gotta love Stone Temple Pilots, despite their grotesque lyrics, and the fact that these lyrics don't make sense... unless of course, I've got the lyrics wrong. It's likely.
Anyway, how is la vida? For me, it's loca. Literally. Sixth form's getting bloody difficult, love lives are getting bloody difficult, obtaining Subway for a lunch at school is getting bloody difficult... what good are privileges if you can't use them due to a vast lunchtime life?!
Seriously, though, September isn't really a pleasant month. The days are getting shorter, people seem to be growing apart from each other.... plus we're back in the Institution of Learning and Dark Arts (TM). Oh well.
So what better way to celebrate than to make anecdotes and humorous comments at this dark time in our lives?
Even better, what better way to darken our September by not being able to think of any?
Unfortunately, the latter applies tonight. Reading long Spanish literature takes it out of ya, even if it is about some odd kid who wears glasses and is apparently the most famous person in the world. Heard of "Manolito Gafotas"? Thought not.
ONE-NIL, Spaniards.
Whatsmore, there are several recurring phrases in it... like "(someone) is stuck in a sticky mess" - as translated by the major Collins "Spanish -> English English ->Spanish" Dictionary XD.
Unintentional innuendos? Fair do's. One all.
Unfortunately, I've read about fifteen pages, still got about hundred to go, not counting pictures.
Yes, it has pictures. A two-one lead to Spanish literature, dagnabbit. Best of five!
Well, it's too long. Two-all. That makes me feel slightly better.
I haven't even got to the worst of it yet! The homework was to read one and describe the plot in a minute speech. Well guess what? There IS no plot. So far it's been about him and his friend who has big ears, whose mother is planning to go to a plastic surgeon's to sort it out, jokingly. What else? Well, Manolito's uncle - who, according to the novel, is "stuck, very stuck, stuck in a sticky mess" - is taking him out into the city. Woo.
General boredom already? Making one soldier on through a heap of manure for next Wednesday? Three-two chez Jimbob. Suck it bitch.
Well, it's a victory I'm proud of. And before I come up with anything else compromising it, I'd better go.
Bye, love to all, bar few. Jimbob xxxxx
Saturday 13 September 2008
Blog of Sundayness
Well, dare I say it, I think I may have moved on from the good old "what I did today" blogs, purely because I never do anything on any set day. Unless I can think of some anecdotes on the subject, I'd write about it before imposing it on you all to read...
...that's why this entry will change it all :)
The setting: it's Saturday night. Saturdays are the day of fun, when one can go to the local market and officially mooch around the shops, check out the new stocks (updated Fridays, for some reason) and watch X Factor.
What?! The auditions are legendary!
Anyway, what other better way to spend a Saturday of fun - with Everybody Dance Now on TV (the remote control's toooo far away.) - than to show my dislike of something.
"And on the Sabbath Day, God rested, for he knew the job was done."
Unfortunately, after about five thousand years, the Sabbath Day was kept afterwards for human beings to go to Asda... till 4pm. For those who don't need to go, it's for being vegetative, and for completing work that Saturday's "leave it till tomorrow" attitude left behind. Fuckadoodledoo.
On top of that, fully aware that it may be different in your area of residence, but the household chores are done in the evening to the tune of whatever happens to be on the ol' iPod mini.
The question I'm asking is this: if the majority of people in the world have two days free per week, why can they not be spent free? I mean, what's the point of going out on a Sunday when there's absolutely nowhere or nothing to do?! You might as well just have five hard days of working, then have one of fun and one of mourning, for Pete's sake.
Come on, why can our society not be logical? If our students and office workers can have 'normal' weekends, why can't shopkeepers have a different day off, say, Monday? Let's face it, they would have four whole lunchtimes free to do their own shopping... they can afford to lose that instead of Sunday. Besides, the number of people who do casual shopping on Saturdays, chances are they have those days off sometimes as well...
So what's left of the weekend? More than likely an overcast day, full of doing absolutely nothing, literally. Might as well be sitting on the sofa, drooling and making a random monotonus noise for twenty-four hours.
Day of rest, my butt! Sunday's one of the most boring, tedious, hardest days of the week! Thanks to all those bloody household tasks. Thanks to the binmen for coming first thing on a Monday. Grrr.
Anyway, I think that's a rap. And speaking of rap, check out the CERN Scientists' rap. It's on YouTube, and even if the voice grinds after a while, at least you can see that even scientists can have a bit of fun as well :)
Ciao. Jimbob XD
...that's why this entry will change it all :)
The setting: it's Saturday night. Saturdays are the day of fun, when one can go to the local market and officially mooch around the shops, check out the new stocks (updated Fridays, for some reason) and watch X Factor.
What?! The auditions are legendary!
Anyway, what other better way to spend a Saturday of fun - with Everybody Dance Now on TV (the remote control's toooo far away.) - than to show my dislike of something.
"And on the Sabbath Day, God rested, for he knew the job was done."
Unfortunately, after about five thousand years, the Sabbath Day was kept afterwards for human beings to go to Asda... till 4pm. For those who don't need to go, it's for being vegetative, and for completing work that Saturday's "leave it till tomorrow" attitude left behind. Fuckadoodledoo.
On top of that, fully aware that it may be different in your area of residence, but the household chores are done in the evening to the tune of whatever happens to be on the ol' iPod mini.
The question I'm asking is this: if the majority of people in the world have two days free per week, why can they not be spent free? I mean, what's the point of going out on a Sunday when there's absolutely nowhere or nothing to do?! You might as well just have five hard days of working, then have one of fun and one of mourning, for Pete's sake.
Come on, why can our society not be logical? If our students and office workers can have 'normal' weekends, why can't shopkeepers have a different day off, say, Monday? Let's face it, they would have four whole lunchtimes free to do their own shopping... they can afford to lose that instead of Sunday. Besides, the number of people who do casual shopping on Saturdays, chances are they have those days off sometimes as well...
So what's left of the weekend? More than likely an overcast day, full of doing absolutely nothing, literally. Might as well be sitting on the sofa, drooling and making a random monotonus noise for twenty-four hours.
Day of rest, my butt! Sunday's one of the most boring, tedious, hardest days of the week! Thanks to all those bloody household tasks. Thanks to the binmen for coming first thing on a Monday. Grrr.
Anyway, I think that's a rap. And speaking of rap, check out the CERN Scientists' rap. It's on YouTube, and even if the voice grinds after a while, at least you can see that even scientists can have a bit of fun as well :)
Ciao. Jimbob XD
Wednesday 10 September 2008
Bl o 1/2ne
Hey people! Short one today.
Just to reinforce what was mentioned last time.
www.foureyedbear.wordpress.com
This is a blog made by a fun guy, about fun subjects. Told funnily. Seriously, you should read it, because it's actually quite truthful in its own way :)
What else... well, hope everything's going well!
I'll leave you with a completely random summing-up sentence involving super sheep and toasters.
Well, that was it. Goodnight! Jimbob x
Just to reinforce what was mentioned last time.
www.foureyedbear.wordpress.com
This is a blog made by a fun guy, about fun subjects. Told funnily. Seriously, you should read it, because it's actually quite truthful in its own way :)
What else... well, hope everything's going well!
I'll leave you with a completely random summing-up sentence involving super sheep and toasters.
Well, that was it. Goodnight! Jimbob x
Sunday 7 September 2008
First Blog of the New Era-ness
Hey everyone!
(I'd like to start off a bit differently than usual. Knowing that Rob - you know, the awesome guy at the prom that hung with me and Rosie a lot? who had one of those stick-on moustaches like a TRUE legend? :) - has put my link on his blog page, i thought i should return the favour. Of course, in true me fashion, I haven't prepared myself with the link, so SEE ROB'S BLOG because it's laugh-out-loud funny, I promise.)
Anyway, so what's there to blog about? School?! Well, that's alright, I s'pose. The new super-hyped "re-vamped" common room has the perfect common room feeling... tons of lockers, and a WHOLE running tap [better go catch it! Oh, I'm on fire tonight...] and a kettle and tea bags... which is good, considering we've never had any sugar or spoons to stir with. Go figure.
The play seems to be the highlight of my life at the moment. Sad as it sounds. My role's een promoted from Sir Charles Marlow, and I'm now called HASTINGS! [oh eight hundred double-oh... ten sixty six!....... Sorry, I'll cut out all those jokes, they're getting kinda old now :>] And in case you haven't heard my ramblings, I'm in every act (oh dear)... and the best bit - I have to "be very hands-on about flirting with Anna Dunnet", according to Madame Clayton.
As much as I didn't think a romantic role suited me at first, I'm willing to reconsider...
(and Anna, if you ever DO read this, then man, have I got some answering to do XD)
ANYWAY! What else... been playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl a lot... nearly unlocked Ganondorf (WOO!) today, but Ganondorf broke a smash ball and killed me...
...by the way, I'm fully aware that very few will understand what I mean, but when dark lords turn into gigantic dark-themed bulldog/wolf hybrids and attempt to eat you, you know you're in deep shit.
YES. It HAPPENS.
(Super Smash Bros. Brawl - join in the brawl today! *cheesy smile*)
Housework's done, homework's done... cat's been exploding blood a lot lately, but she seems to be ok now... I think that's about all my feeble mind can cope with this evening :)
Hope you all have fun of some descriptions!
Jimbob xxxx
PS check Rob's blog. DO IT!
(I'd like to start off a bit differently than usual. Knowing that Rob - you know, the awesome guy at the prom that hung with me and Rosie a lot? who had one of those stick-on moustaches like a TRUE legend? :) - has put my link on his blog page, i thought i should return the favour. Of course, in true me fashion, I haven't prepared myself with the link, so SEE ROB'S BLOG because it's laugh-out-loud funny, I promise.)
Anyway, so what's there to blog about? School?! Well, that's alright, I s'pose. The new super-hyped "re-vamped" common room has the perfect common room feeling... tons of lockers, and a WHOLE running tap [better go catch it! Oh, I'm on fire tonight...] and a kettle and tea bags... which is good, considering we've never had any sugar or spoons to stir with. Go figure.
The play seems to be the highlight of my life at the moment. Sad as it sounds. My role's een promoted from Sir Charles Marlow, and I'm now called HASTINGS! [oh eight hundred double-oh... ten sixty six!....... Sorry, I'll cut out all those jokes, they're getting kinda old now :>] And in case you haven't heard my ramblings, I'm in every act (oh dear)... and the best bit - I have to "be very hands-on about flirting with Anna Dunnet", according to Madame Clayton.
As much as I didn't think a romantic role suited me at first, I'm willing to reconsider...
(and Anna, if you ever DO read this, then man, have I got some answering to do XD)
ANYWAY! What else... been playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl a lot... nearly unlocked Ganondorf (WOO!) today, but Ganondorf broke a smash ball and killed me...
...by the way, I'm fully aware that very few will understand what I mean, but when dark lords turn into gigantic dark-themed bulldog/wolf hybrids and attempt to eat you, you know you're in deep shit.
YES. It HAPPENS.
(Super Smash Bros. Brawl - join in the brawl today! *cheesy smile*)
Housework's done, homework's done... cat's been exploding blood a lot lately, but she seems to be ok now... I think that's about all my feeble mind can cope with this evening :)
Hope you all have fun of some descriptions!
Jimbob xxxx
PS check Rob's blog. DO IT!
Tuesday 2 September 2008
Blog of Cheap Punliness - aka. Specialty a la Jimbob
So how's it hangin', homes? :)
Well, after a truly heartfelt last blog... partly to sound wise, and partly to bring the August blog count to five (XD)... and tomorrow starts TRUE school... thus making it slightly Jimmy-logical to start with today's humournesses.
Picture this: sixty teens in a hall, spread in five groups... sitting in circles around their precious form teachers... arranging themselves in order of birthdays starting on the left of the teacher (ME FIRST! January 1st is KINDA an easy cop-out :>), then in ascending order of height (ME LAST! challenge me, bloody lower sixth activities... you make AS levels feel like singing nursery rhymes'll get me an easy A in quantum physics)...
Anyway, then you get to meet up with your respective teachers to talk with them about respective subjects and GCSE results and stuff. That was... non-descript. NEXT PARAGRAPH.
Then eating. That was mildly amusing, what with the little baby sausage rolls, and (what looks like) chicken drumsticks, and quiche slices of which I didn't eat because it looked pretty bad. Then I talked with other people, and waited for the highlight of the day.
Mr Hammond.
May I just say, that I already prefer him to Repper... it should be pointed out here that every morning, afternoon, and whenever I have Spanish, I'll be seeing him staring at me due to the picture on the stairs being replaced by - GUESS WHAT?! - one of him. It's barely flattering... but anyway, his half-hour speech was also slightly (unintentionally) humorous... warning the sixth form not to come to school hungover, or have sex with younger children (apparently, that's paedophilia. Beats me!), and following with "everyone has high expectations of you, I don't envy you."
All in all, i can see my last two years being very happy with him in rule!
So tomorrow, we have three free periods by default... then my very first lesson, physics WITH WILESY!!! WOOHOOOHOOO!! then guess what? ANOTHER free lesson. One of three in a week, but on the first day, it may not seem so appreciated :>
On top of that, the Thursday morning seems a bit pointless too. First lesson, "Pastoral Care", whatever that is. Then... TWO FREE LESSONS! As if I need one hour twenty to revise what I just learnt on how to be nice to people...
Anyway, that's all I can think of writing about. Happy birthday to Fenella! And good luck to everyone tomorrow.
Jimbob! xxx
Well, after a truly heartfelt last blog... partly to sound wise, and partly to bring the August blog count to five (XD)... and tomorrow starts TRUE school... thus making it slightly Jimmy-logical to start with today's humournesses.
Picture this: sixty teens in a hall, spread in five groups... sitting in circles around their precious form teachers... arranging themselves in order of birthdays starting on the left of the teacher (ME FIRST! January 1st is KINDA an easy cop-out :>), then in ascending order of height (ME LAST! challenge me, bloody lower sixth activities... you make AS levels feel like singing nursery rhymes'll get me an easy A in quantum physics)...
Anyway, then you get to meet up with your respective teachers to talk with them about respective subjects and GCSE results and stuff. That was... non-descript. NEXT PARAGRAPH.
Then eating. That was mildly amusing, what with the little baby sausage rolls, and (what looks like) chicken drumsticks, and quiche slices of which I didn't eat because it looked pretty bad. Then I talked with other people, and waited for the highlight of the day.
Mr Hammond.
May I just say, that I already prefer him to Repper... it should be pointed out here that every morning, afternoon, and whenever I have Spanish, I'll be seeing him staring at me due to the picture on the stairs being replaced by - GUESS WHAT?! - one of him. It's barely flattering... but anyway, his half-hour speech was also slightly (unintentionally) humorous... warning the sixth form not to come to school hungover, or have sex with younger children (apparently, that's paedophilia. Beats me!), and following with "everyone has high expectations of you, I don't envy you."
All in all, i can see my last two years being very happy with him in rule!
So tomorrow, we have three free periods by default... then my very first lesson, physics WITH WILESY!!! WOOHOOOHOOO!! then guess what? ANOTHER free lesson. One of three in a week, but on the first day, it may not seem so appreciated :>
On top of that, the Thursday morning seems a bit pointless too. First lesson, "Pastoral Care", whatever that is. Then... TWO FREE LESSONS! As if I need one hour twenty to revise what I just learnt on how to be nice to people...
Anyway, that's all I can think of writing about. Happy birthday to Fenella! And good luck to everyone tomorrow.
Jimbob! xxx
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