Oops…..

Sometimes I get the words “Procrastination” and “Procreation” confused. This has led to some confusion in the context of things. In the science exam yesterday, I read the word “Photographic” as “Pornographic”. This confused me a bit, as what does porn have to do with X-rays? Speaking of that exam, it was a huge failure. Firstly, they did not have enough papers, and then seven people were late and had to do a walk of shame. the person next to me seemed to be having a minor breakdown, mumbling and cursing to herself. It was vaguely amusing.

 

Oh Noesies!

That is a good word. I think I will use that word more.

“Noesies!!! The Internet broke!!!”

“Noesies!!! I fell over my bed and fell on some scissors!!!”

“Noesies!!! Don’t go up there! There is a man in a Scream mask trying to stab you!!!”

“Noesies, Megan Fox!!! Don’t get in that van!!! They will sacrifice you to Satan but it will go wrong and you will kill many peoples, but then Needy will kill you, go into prison, break out and then kill the band!!!”

I like that word. I also like watching films when I should be revising.

 

 

¡Tragedy!

I have lost the remote to Hamlet, my speaker pig. This may not sound so bad, BUT IT IS. If I put my music device into Hamlet, it starts to play loud music. It also does not charge as well as it could, as it is playing music. I can’t change the song (unless I get up and change it manually, but whatever), and I am scared of changing the volume in case I break it. I am not very good at not breaking things. If anything stops working my method of fixing it is normally to hit it. This works on some things, like

1. Calculators
2. Wii remotes
3. Horses

Unfortunately, this works slightly less well on other things, such as

1. Friends, Minions or maybe Servants, whichever word you choose, (although it does work on servants)
2. Laptops (sorry, Mustapha)
3. Cats
4. Hot kettles

I really need a more sophisticated way of doing things. And, to finish, words of advice.

If you hit a stringed instrument, eg. a violin or a guitar,it is very likely that it will go out of tune.

 

DINOSAUR

I like dinosaurs.

 

Stage School:My Personal Hell.

Well, my parents sent me to stage school at the age of eight as, when I was slightly younger, I was bullied a bit. Not much, but enough for me to lose most of my confidence. I was previously one of those irritating, loud children who liked to air my opinions left, right and centre. Everyone remembers people like that. Anyway, after that I became silent. My parents obviously had a serious chat, and decided that making me spend time with annoying, loud posh children would “unmute” me, so to speak.

This incredibly intelligent idea backfired, as it turns out three hours a week doing the things I most hated and was bad at did not make me feel good about myself. Painfully shy, singing and drama were not really going to help. I also hate dance. I am very unflexible. (Yes, Microsoft, that is a word. How dare you underline it in red! That is unacceptable behaviour! Sorry, easily distracted.) The five year stage school period actually made me more shy, conscious of my utter inability to dance, and made it harder for me to interact with people.

My parents were disappointed, as they had spent a lot of money on this, and I was actually worse. Slightly more fit, due to the dancing, but worse. I was also a lot more self-conscious about my appearance, as the place was full of pretty, tall, thin posh girls. I finally begged my parents to leave so much, that in the end they relented, and let me go and work at the stables. Which was a lot more fun. And there were ponies. Even though I had to clean up horse poo, it was still better than stage school. But then I left there and just stayed at home, gradually getting fatter, because I am lazy.

*Side Note!*

I also left the stage school as all of the people who talked to me either left or decided they didn’t want to talk to me any more.

 

Camelot

This place is a whole new level of epic. So maybe it’s a bit old and worn, but it has goats. Yeah. Goats. Any place with goats is epic.

Unfortunately, my day was ruined slightly by the fact that Poppy made me go on Excalibur. Then she laughed hysterically at my pain. She should have been vomited on. That would have been hilarious and made me laugh a lot.