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Wednesday 23 September 2009

Nothings...

I had another beautifully written blog post here, and rather unfortunately, it disappeared.
That might have something to do with my laptop suddenly going out of battery. Or it might not.
Anyway, consider yourselves lucky, you escaped having to read a story about accents that thinking back on it, reflecting (and of course, faced with the bother of rewriting it) I've decided it was distinctly unfunny and unblogable.

I hope there is such a word.

Talking of words or, more importantly, English - I was reflecting the other night at three in the morning when I couldn't sleep, that the word 'indeed' has indeed gone 'out of action'. The only people who appear to use this word constantly are geeks, avid Shakespeare fans, and of course the older generation (I was going to write Old People, but suddenly remembered my Mum using the word the other day...)

Take this for example: being English, and uncharacteristically friendly, I remark to an old acquaintance

"It's a nice day!" (what an original line!)

"Indeed"

I suddenly feel out of my depth, out of date. This feeling is not unlike what I imagine cheese must feel when it discovers it past its' sell-by date. I am half expecting the acquaintance to begin to sport a toothbrush mustache, cigarette and make a remark on the 'dratted war' (begging the pardon of all ladies present of course).


Of course, nothing happens of the sort, but times are changing, some for the better, some for the worse.


Cheerleader pom-poms arrived in the shop last Saturday. I can only be thankful that the previous owner had the sense to donate them.

Cheerleading is not my idea of cheering at a sports event. A true English sign of support would be holding up cheap card (Made in China) above the head to create, with thousands of others, an England flag.


I always wondered what would happen if one lone supporter didn't feel like raising his card. Would he be flung out??

Do they have men in the sidelines to fill in for any unsupportive supporter?

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind, when I realised - there is no such thing as an unsupportive supporter. No, actually, what I was meaning to say was there is no such thing as an English Football Supporter, who isn't supportive. He/she may be drunk, may be on their very last legs, but they *will* make it to hold up that last vital card.

It's not a case of failed gymnasts parading around the pitch with pom poms, chanting something along the lines of "We support England, we support Burbery, we support Gordon's Plastic Surgery"


Sour grapes are NOT involved in all this reasoning, by the way. Had I ever wanted to be a cheerleader, I would have undoubtedly made it.


At least that's what my parents have always told me... (it wasn't cheerleading in the offing, if you were wondering at their shameless lack of morals)


A month until I turn 17!


I know I'm now going to sound like someone (everyone) over the age of 40, but I simply cannot believe I'm that old. I won't go so far as to say "I remember me when I was 'this high'" (the speaker will now indicate an impossibly tiny height off the ground - I've seen bigger carrots)


Talking of which, I Iive in a town, I'm not part of a small country village that competes on the size of carrots..

Monday 21 September 2009

What a hiatus!

After 4 months and 17 days, I'm finally blogging again! It's been so long I forgot my login password.

To start with I'd like to dedicate this post to a man I know from the Charity Shop whose funeral is on Thursday - - - May you die in time - - -
That's right, the poor fellow has arranged for his funeral (presumably because some fortune teller told him he would die this week) and is still as healthy as I've ever known him. Love it!

Secondly I'd like to raise the subject of Lousia May Alcott - what was she thinking?? At the end of Little Women, everything is looking promising, and there is just a hope that Jo and Laurie would make it - by the time we get to Good Wives, everything has gone askew, and every single little hope is out the window.

It's as if she was all set to make Beth recover fully, Meg live happily ever after, Jo accept Laurie - when a fan told her "I know what's going to happen in your sequel"
So, the deluded woman thinks "Oh ho ho, do you?" and suddenly - enter oldish, balding, bearded, foreigner.

The hopes of fans are dashed for all time. Let's face it, while Little Women was a masterpiece, Good Wives was a failure.The whole Meg/Jo thing, it's like Alcott took Pride and Prejudice's Jane and Lizzy to the extreme and left out Darcy. Which of course, is unthinkable.

Anyway that was just a ramble on a book I was reading lately. There have been other, less famous, more mindless books, but I shan't bore you with details.

So....let's see what I've been up to all summer.

*I finally got my NPLQ done, after all that time :D

*My bedroom was redecorated and is now gorgeous

*I finished schoolwork

Ummmm...help me out here....

*Worked overtime

*Went for Job Interviews (why, why, why does nobody ever get back to you on these things?!)

*Decorated my little brothers' bedroom

*Nearly finished a book I've been writing

*Created a lovely video for our school year

*Bought an Apple Ipod Touch (Best thing I did all year...almost)

Oh yes, let's go back a few months -

*In June I went to America, Michigan, Grand Rapids for a Youth Camp, which was pretty amazing

*In August I went to Scotland for a Family Reunion which was considerably less amazing, due to extreme kissing, hugging and introductions

So that's about it really, it's mostly been fun, and definitely been busy. I've finished my last proper school year, but am still studying, as one does. Let's hope I get at least one job to help pay for all those lovely necessities. No wait, I already have one job, I mean a better one.

I've still got gazillions of things to do - namely sort out my photos, finish writing a few birthday cards, get Dad and Mum something for their birthday, tidy my room (again, it's a mystery how it keeps getting messy) sort out my shoes. Apparently, according to Mum, no-one needs forty pairs. I haven't got that many...actually maybe I have, let's scratch that.

I know exactly what to do, I'll donate some to Mum and some to Lucy, and then I'll 'borrow' them back if I want them. Sounds good to me.
I also have to find three school books, go shopping (okay, maybe I don't *have* to) write ten emails, finish three stories, sew fourteen buttons, and put the milk in the fridge.

That's hardly that half of it, but I'll be off now to fulfill at least one of my duties, this milk is looking abandoned. xxx