IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY. In IT listening to some festive fat toons m8 and watching Sally make christmas card out of publisher. Nomnomnomming on chocolates I recieved from Tiernet dearest. NOM. SNOW IS FALLING ALL AROUND ME. LOLJK. God damn, I want snow so bad.
I've got an idea.
If we got the population of Devon to throw icing sugar into the sky... Well - instant snow.
Friday, 16 December 2011
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Moving Uncomfortably Slow
So, this whole year, as well as last year has gone at lightening speed. But it seems the week before school break-up the Earth has planned to take a break from being a ballerina and to slow down it's pirouettes. Meaning, it's only Wednesday and I want to burst out of my lessons with tremendous force.
Today, I thought about creating a Muse tribute band. This is an idea I'm quite passionate about. I will muster my very musically talented friends (Jeggins, Ross and Brean) together and we will be UNSTOPPABLE.
Today, I thought about creating a Muse tribute band. This is an idea I'm quite passionate about. I will muster my very musically talented friends (Jeggins, Ross and Brean) together and we will be UNSTOPPABLE.
Friday, 9 December 2011
Doing ICT - Like the good student I am
As you can all see below, I have written an article. This was for my English coursework. I quite enjoyed writing my article on blogger as it helps me keep in touch with my casual, humorous side. This helps create the entertaining effect that I need. Writing on Word feels too much like an essay.
Sites I've used -
Yahoo Answers (to cure a particularly nasty virus)
Facebook
MSN
Google
YouTube
Formspring
Explosm (a webcomic)
Club Penguin - WADDLE AROUND AND MEET NEW FRIENDS (I need to get a life)
A website that allows me to stream all the episodes of Glee (seeing as it has now been moved to Sky 1 which I cannot access - god dammit)
PutLocker (watching films)
Blogger (of course)
That seems to be all for now.
Now for something a little more casual - my life
Today it was cold. How do I know this? Because I was wearing the thinnest tights I owned. I might as well have been running around naked. Why?! I hear you cry out. Well, my dear readers, because I'm an idiot. It all started at around 7:10 in the morning. I had to basically roll down my bunk bed ladder to silence my noisy, post-hardcore alarm. I then realised I felt like a zombie. But I must not sleep much longer, I NEED to sort out my outfit for today. I place that as top priority. I spent around 10 minutes deciding what to wear and consequently passed out on my floordrobe. At quarter to 8 I awoke, not feeling terribly refreshed after lying on a USB cable. CRAPBUCKETS (my personal favourite swear word). I quickly scrambled together an ensemble consisting of 1 long, army-style shirt, 1 white vest (Primark value), 1 black, denim mini skirt, 1 leather jacket, 1 scarf and a pair of army-style, high-heeled boots. Now it was time to choose the tights. Any normal person would assume that on a day like today it would be highly sensible to go for the wooly tights. However, having just woken up, having the warmth of the fan heater blasting in my bedroom and running incredibly late, I did not have the sense needed to choose the right option. Walking out of the door and the warmth of the fan heater still lingered, drawing me back to bed. But I stood my ground, feeling more awake and wiped the icicles hanging from my scooter. Half way to school and I suddenly realise the problem. Cold air was stabbing my legs. It was too late to turn back. Half way down the path leading into school and I suddenly realise I look like a prostitute. Perfect. It was now time to enter tutor. After a few lingering and dirty looks from the vice principle and others within my year, I held my head up high and entered impending hell.
Sites I've used -
Yahoo Answers (to cure a particularly nasty virus)
MSN
YouTube
Formspring
Explosm (a webcomic)
Club Penguin - WADDLE AROUND AND MEET NEW FRIENDS (I need to get a life)
A website that allows me to stream all the episodes of Glee (seeing as it has now been moved to Sky 1 which I cannot access - god dammit)
PutLocker (watching films)
Blogger (of course)
That seems to be all for now.
Now for something a little more casual - my life
Today it was cold. How do I know this? Because I was wearing the thinnest tights I owned. I might as well have been running around naked. Why?! I hear you cry out. Well, my dear readers, because I'm an idiot. It all started at around 7:10 in the morning. I had to basically roll down my bunk bed ladder to silence my noisy, post-hardcore alarm. I then realised I felt like a zombie. But I must not sleep much longer, I NEED to sort out my outfit for today. I place that as top priority. I spent around 10 minutes deciding what to wear and consequently passed out on my floordrobe. At quarter to 8 I awoke, not feeling terribly refreshed after lying on a USB cable. CRAPBUCKETS (my personal favourite swear word). I quickly scrambled together an ensemble consisting of 1 long, army-style shirt, 1 white vest (Primark value), 1 black, denim mini skirt, 1 leather jacket, 1 scarf and a pair of army-style, high-heeled boots. Now it was time to choose the tights. Any normal person would assume that on a day like today it would be highly sensible to go for the wooly tights. However, having just woken up, having the warmth of the fan heater blasting in my bedroom and running incredibly late, I did not have the sense needed to choose the right option. Walking out of the door and the warmth of the fan heater still lingered, drawing me back to bed. But I stood my ground, feeling more awake and wiped the icicles hanging from my scooter. Half way to school and I suddenly realise the problem. Cold air was stabbing my legs. It was too late to turn back. Half way down the path leading into school and I suddenly realise I look like a prostitute. Perfect. It was now time to enter tutor. After a few lingering and dirty looks from the vice principle and others within my year, I held my head up high and entered impending hell.
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
So, You Think You Have A Problem
Huh, you've got a disorder which allows you to moan and complain all day, you say? Girl, please. There are women being suppressed, starved and enslaved elsewhere and you're upset because he didn't compliment your 'quirky' new hair-do?
Recently I've been hitting the books; and no, not those flimsy ones on fad diets and the likes. I'm talking about those big, ole dusty rocks sitting at the end of our nearly abandoned Libraries. I'm telling you, an hour or two browsing through pages as wrinkly and dull as the librarian's face and you'll feel like you've just been taken for a ride in the Doc's DeLorean. Back to the matter at hand - I was researching the psycological behaviour of humans through the ages (thrilling, I know) and you know what I found out? Nothing. So I went to the Guru of all things wonderful and utterly repulsive alike, Mr Google himself, and I asked him; "Why, good sir, do we humans complain so?" And he replied "Why, it is all down to science, my fair lady!" Wikipedia had me at 'neurology'. I decided to head down the more practical side of the Internet for the less educated and I happened to stumble across this gem of wisdom:
"I'm sure psychologists and psychiatrists have long, fancy terms for the "disorder" of complaining, but it really boils down to a choice, the choice to see the glass as half full, life as the beautiful thing it is, and your particular situation is not as bad as you portray. Are we so happy we have to bemoan it?" - Keith E. Renninson
Now, I really get this man and his way of seeing life. I was delighted to find that his article wasn't filled with complex words only a brain surgeon could understand. This brings me to the sole purpose of this prolix explanation - So, you think you have a problem.
Everywhere I turn, whether it be at parties, out shopping or any other public event, there will always be that one woman turning her nose up at everything and exclaiming things a little too loudly such as "Oh, how I despise the colour theme of this room. It gives me a migrane." However, they either just need a good slap back into reality or they really do have a disorder or syndrome. No, the women I want to point the finger at are the ones who publicise their problems every. Single. Day. Oh, Miss So-And-So is "h8in lyfe 2k11"? Okay, sure, we're here for you, As labelled 'friends' via Facebook, it is our duty to be a tight community, as it were. But did that certain friend of yours really have to comment asking 'WHY' you were upset? It just spirals on down into a dark pit of emotional doom. The 'victim' tries to entice the online viewers with such comments as 'OH, I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT' or 'DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I'LL BE OKAY. LEAVE ME BE.' It's bad enough reading the ordeal once, but it happens on a day to day basis. I don't know about you, but I don't want to come back home after a fair day of life to enter the world of depression So-And-So is experiencing once again. This doesn't just occur on Facebook. It happens at work, at college, on the bus. These people are everywhere, just waiting for the right moment to pounce and gain their reward of sympathy whilst bringing the happiest of people down.
Now, it's not just the girls; boys do it too, but in a very different way. They do not publicise their feelings on Facebook, they do not gain pleasure from the attention of peers, they aren't as frequent in moans and groans. But when they do lose their tether, all hell breaks loose. Their mood swing hits you like a bulldozer. Unfortunately for me, I'm one to take sympathy on the boys and their boyish problems. They don't use them for attention and admiration, like some ladies do. So, I have a selection of male buddies who I am always glad to help out any day/time of the week. But sometimes, things go a little too far. For example; a friend of mine once lost a chance with this girl he's had a 'crush' on since Primary. Okay, fine, so I expected crying, low self-esteem, and all the other typical symptoms. But when that girl who probably isn't even worth his time is the only conversation material we have going for a month, things get a little repetitive. And to round it all of, he drops a nice, big, juicy cherry on top full of "I'm a failure! I may just shoot myself into outer space! At least no one would miss me!" Um... Excuse me? Who's the most excellent friend and psychiatrist rolled into one? Ta-dah?
Being realistic here; you'll always know one or two human beings like this throughout your life. You may even become one yourself (God forbid). But always remember - that cup of yours? It'll always be half full or more. Unless it contains poison; in which case, pour it into a plant pot and blame the cat if your mother's favourite orchid perishes.
Recently I've been hitting the books; and no, not those flimsy ones on fad diets and the likes. I'm talking about those big, ole dusty rocks sitting at the end of our nearly abandoned Libraries. I'm telling you, an hour or two browsing through pages as wrinkly and dull as the librarian's face and you'll feel like you've just been taken for a ride in the Doc's DeLorean. Back to the matter at hand - I was researching the psycological behaviour of humans through the ages (thrilling, I know) and you know what I found out? Nothing. So I went to the Guru of all things wonderful and utterly repulsive alike, Mr Google himself, and I asked him; "Why, good sir, do we humans complain so?" And he replied "Why, it is all down to science, my fair lady!" Wikipedia had me at 'neurology'. I decided to head down the more practical side of the Internet for the less educated and I happened to stumble across this gem of wisdom:
"I'm sure psychologists and psychiatrists have long, fancy terms for the "disorder" of complaining, but it really boils down to a choice, the choice to see the glass as half full, life as the beautiful thing it is, and your particular situation is not as bad as you portray. Are we so happy we have to bemoan it?" - Keith E. Renninson
Now, I really get this man and his way of seeing life. I was delighted to find that his article wasn't filled with complex words only a brain surgeon could understand. This brings me to the sole purpose of this prolix explanation - So, you think you have a problem.
Everywhere I turn, whether it be at parties, out shopping or any other public event, there will always be that one woman turning her nose up at everything and exclaiming things a little too loudly such as "Oh, how I despise the colour theme of this room. It gives me a migrane." However, they either just need a good slap back into reality or they really do have a disorder or syndrome. No, the women I want to point the finger at are the ones who publicise their problems every. Single. Day. Oh, Miss So-And-So is "h8in lyfe 2k11"? Okay, sure, we're here for you, As labelled 'friends' via Facebook, it is our duty to be a tight community, as it were. But did that certain friend of yours really have to comment asking 'WHY' you were upset? It just spirals on down into a dark pit of emotional doom. The 'victim' tries to entice the online viewers with such comments as 'OH, I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT' or 'DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I'LL BE OKAY. LEAVE ME BE.' It's bad enough reading the ordeal once, but it happens on a day to day basis. I don't know about you, but I don't want to come back home after a fair day of life to enter the world of depression So-And-So is experiencing once again. This doesn't just occur on Facebook. It happens at work, at college, on the bus. These people are everywhere, just waiting for the right moment to pounce and gain their reward of sympathy whilst bringing the happiest of people down.
Now, it's not just the girls; boys do it too, but in a very different way. They do not publicise their feelings on Facebook, they do not gain pleasure from the attention of peers, they aren't as frequent in moans and groans. But when they do lose their tether, all hell breaks loose. Their mood swing hits you like a bulldozer. Unfortunately for me, I'm one to take sympathy on the boys and their boyish problems. They don't use them for attention and admiration, like some ladies do. So, I have a selection of male buddies who I am always glad to help out any day/time of the week. But sometimes, things go a little too far. For example; a friend of mine once lost a chance with this girl he's had a 'crush' on since Primary. Okay, fine, so I expected crying, low self-esteem, and all the other typical symptoms. But when that girl who probably isn't even worth his time is the only conversation material we have going for a month, things get a little repetitive. And to round it all of, he drops a nice, big, juicy cherry on top full of "I'm a failure! I may just shoot myself into outer space! At least no one would miss me!" Um... Excuse me? Who's the most excellent friend and psychiatrist rolled into one? Ta-dah?
Being realistic here; you'll always know one or two human beings like this throughout your life. You may even become one yourself (God forbid). But always remember - that cup of yours? It'll always be half full or more. Unless it contains poison; in which case, pour it into a plant pot and blame the cat if your mother's favourite orchid perishes.
Monday, 28 November 2011
Drifting
So, it's nearing Christmas and although deadlines are looming upon me like thick, black fog, I just cannot help but slack off. Even my Media Studies project is going downhill. I'm drifting through ICT in a haze of confusion. Mrs Sutton's spreadsheets do not make any sense what so ever to me and I missed a double lesson with Mr Brooks on friday. Don't get me wrong, I was relieved to be rid of those two particular lessons. But it does mean more work for me when I get back. I'm still not really sure where I stand with Photography. I vaguely know what I'm doing with Mr Byron. But the lack of photos, puppets and film for Mr Galli is making it very difficult for me to even start my animation (which was primarily in for last week). Even English Language has become a mess. I still have not found a good enough style model for my coursework, AND I couldn't find an aritcle funny enough to analyse. On top of that, I have to write an entertaining article myself, which should be finished to a professional level and in for thursday.
So there's the overview of Holly's eductaion so far. If it were to be shown in a graph, that line would be tumbling down faster than an avalanche.
We're not even going to go into my social life. Lets just say, I have limited friends right now.
Enough complaining - here are the online services I've used so far:
So there's the overview of Holly's eductaion so far. If it were to be shown in a graph, that line would be tumbling down faster than an avalanche.
We're not even going to go into my social life. Lets just say, I have limited friends right now.
Enough complaining - here are the online services I've used so far:
- MSN
- YouTube
- Spotify
- Hotmail
- Blogger
- Vimeo
- Digital Spy (an online forum)
- Online newspapers
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Excuse me, it's time for my meds
I think I've realised just how much I've outgrown my current life. My school is pushing me away, my friends are dispersing quickly and I'm just hanging on to threads. I would love more than anything right now to just move away, meet new people, do new things. If only it were that simple.
I'm sat in Media Studies right now. Done all the work possible - just waiting for new material to work with. Thought I'd casually blog for you guys. Not feeling my best if I'm honest... I've only spoken to three select people today, not including teachers. Feeling slightly ignored and unwanted...
Christmas is growing nearer and nearer, and to be honest, I haven't been this excited for it since the year I found out that Mr Santa was in fact a Mrs Jones.
I'm getting an authentic Elder Wand in my stocking this year. Avada Kedavra, c*nts.
I'm sat in Media Studies right now. Done all the work possible - just waiting for new material to work with. Thought I'd casually blog for you guys. Not feeling my best if I'm honest... I've only spoken to three select people today, not including teachers. Feeling slightly ignored and unwanted...
Christmas is growing nearer and nearer, and to be honest, I haven't been this excited for it since the year I found out that Mr Santa was in fact a Mrs Jones.
I'm getting an authentic Elder Wand in my stocking this year. Avada Kedavra, c*nts.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
WELCOME TO THE GOOD LIFE
Thought I'd open my new post on a positive note. I went to see Madina Lake on friday. Smallest and BEST concert I've ever been to. The atmosphere was brilliant and the bands were awesome. MASSIVE thanks to the Lemon Grove. Definitely worth the travel to Exeter. The ticket was only £12.50 as well. Suck THAT up Plymouth Pavillions.
Currently listening to: Kanye West - Homecoming
Current coursework situation: a whole animation for photography in for this week, analysing a newspaper article and then writing one for English, finding a style model for my English coursework, filming and editing footage in media, tweaking my photography portfolio.
So much to do, not sure where to start...
Running out of imagination these days. A Level will be the death of me. Even my conversation material is going downhill.
Still - not long until the christmas holidays!
Currently listening to: Kanye West - Homecoming
Current coursework situation: a whole animation for photography in for this week, analysing a newspaper article and then writing one for English, finding a style model for my English coursework, filming and editing footage in media, tweaking my photography portfolio.
So much to do, not sure where to start...
Running out of imagination these days. A Level will be the death of me. Even my conversation material is going downhill.
Still - not long until the christmas holidays!
Thursday, 10 November 2011
FINALLY
Finally getting somewhere with coursework! I have recently finished my over-due photography coursework, the research stage in my media blog (www.54543tavistock7164.blogspot.com), Unit 2 strand A ICT, AND I wrote a short story for English.
Now, a small problem I am having with coursework is keeping the balance between the subjects with double teachers (all of them). It seems as though I excel in the classes with the teachers I prefer. So I have done Mr Byron's work for photography, but not started Mr Galli's. I do all my work for Mrs Rowe in English, but not Mrs Blake. Overall, I'd say I was half behind on coursework, and half on target. Not sure how I feel about that.
In other news, I started my part time job yesterday evening as a waitress at the Elephant's Nest. Pretty awesome. Haven't been paid yet, which complicates things as I need money for tonight!
Speaking of tonight - I'm going to Plymouth to see Evanescence live! Words cannot describe how excited I am. I am literally quivering.
Now, back to the matter at hand. Many online services have been used personally by me. Let's take a cheeky peak;
Facebook, MSN, MySpace, YouTube, Spotify, Vimeo, Blogger, imb and rotten tomatoes, educational things (www.mytavi.com and www.creatavi.co.uk) and a transactional website (www.attitudeclothing.co.uk)
Holly out.
Now, a small problem I am having with coursework is keeping the balance between the subjects with double teachers (all of them). It seems as though I excel in the classes with the teachers I prefer. So I have done Mr Byron's work for photography, but not started Mr Galli's. I do all my work for Mrs Rowe in English, but not Mrs Blake. Overall, I'd say I was half behind on coursework, and half on target. Not sure how I feel about that.
In other news, I started my part time job yesterday evening as a waitress at the Elephant's Nest. Pretty awesome. Haven't been paid yet, which complicates things as I need money for tonight!
Speaking of tonight - I'm going to Plymouth to see Evanescence live! Words cannot describe how excited I am. I am literally quivering.
Now, back to the matter at hand. Many online services have been used personally by me. Let's take a cheeky peak;
Facebook, MSN, MySpace, YouTube, Spotify, Vimeo, Blogger, imb and rotten tomatoes, educational things (www.mytavi.com and www.creatavi.co.uk) and a transactional website (www.attitudeclothing.co.uk)
Holly out.
Friday, 4 November 2011
Trouble Of The Octagonal Sort
This week the 6th Form HQ (AKA 'The Octagon') was closed once more due to 'messy' behaviour. Now, correct me if I'm wrong fellow students, but who else noticed the spotlessness of the room as we were told to peer through the windows. It was like having your nose rubbed in a dump you didn't even take. So, basically, the place was closed for a few days. Now, The Octagon, being the main source of 6th form food where we want and when we want, you could imagine there was some distress amongst students. Me in particular (I do like my food close at hand). But there we have it. Our place of food-worship has now been re-opened in the hope that it will not be left in a state again. *Sigh*
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
In ICT
Too behind. Scarily behind.
Racing to catch up with the rest of the group. No matter how hard I try, everyone is always ahead of me. It sucks.
On the bright side (I think), I'm getting a job this evening as a waitress. Pretty cool. Only in it for the money of course. But I think finally, I'll be able to buy everything I've wanted. This will be my second job.
I also really want to start exercising regularly as soon as I catch up with my work (so after christmas at this rate).
In conclusion, by the end of this year I will have two jobs, be exercising regularly, working on my A levels and trying to socialise as best as I can. Sounds like a balanced lifestyle according to that booklet they made us do in tutor (I swear it was targetted at 5 year olds). It's rediculous! How can people expect that much of us these days. There are not enough hours in a day.
I've decided that once this ICT unit is over, I'll be using blogger permenantly. YAY. Posting my YouTube vlogs up, etc.
Online Services: blogs, msn, facebook, imb/rotten tomatoes, film sites, online stores, official film sites.
Racing to catch up with the rest of the group. No matter how hard I try, everyone is always ahead of me. It sucks.
On the bright side (I think), I'm getting a job this evening as a waitress. Pretty cool. Only in it for the money of course. But I think finally, I'll be able to buy everything I've wanted. This will be my second job.
I also really want to start exercising regularly as soon as I catch up with my work (so after christmas at this rate).
In conclusion, by the end of this year I will have two jobs, be exercising regularly, working on my A levels and trying to socialise as best as I can. Sounds like a balanced lifestyle according to that booklet they made us do in tutor (I swear it was targetted at 5 year olds). It's rediculous! How can people expect that much of us these days. There are not enough hours in a day.
I've decided that once this ICT unit is over, I'll be using blogger permenantly. YAY. Posting my YouTube vlogs up, etc.
Online Services: blogs, msn, facebook, imb/rotten tomatoes, film sites, online stores, official film sites.
Sunday, 23 October 2011
It's Very Different Here In The Distant Land Of Preston.
Yesterday, at around 17:06, I arrived in the good old land we call Preston. The weather is surprisingly warmer here up north. I use the Met Office every day now, thanks to ICT Unit 1. Today I helped pick apples in the garden and make apple crumble. I am now wrapped up in a thick hoodie. How autumnal.
I finished my textual analysis of the opening of The Eye. A cheap budget, psychological horror which, to be quite honest, isn't very effective or captive at all. One thing I will applaud is the intro to this film. Nearing the end there is a Voldemort-like face in which I am very frightened of. As cowardly as it sounds, I could not do a full analysis into that particular shot as I couldn't bring myself to watch it. I'm sure Mr Bird wont mind. This also brings me to another online service I enjoy using as often as possible. Online movie sites. BRILLIANT.
And then we have the usual:
However, as I found out very soon after I installed the darn thing, this particular O2 dongle is TERRIBLE. I could not pick up a single network. Oh well...
Got the wireless going up here now, so I can get through the yearly relatives visit with what I like to call 'online morphine' to numb the exhaustion and pain. By that I mean, endless social networking and funny cat videos on youtube. Hoorah.
I finished my textual analysis of the opening of The Eye. A cheap budget, psychological horror which, to be quite honest, isn't very effective or captive at all. One thing I will applaud is the intro to this film. Nearing the end there is a Voldemort-like face in which I am very frightened of. As cowardly as it sounds, I could not do a full analysis into that particular shot as I couldn't bring myself to watch it. I'm sure Mr Bird wont mind. This also brings me to another online service I enjoy using as often as possible. Online movie sites. BRILLIANT.
And then we have the usual:
- MSN
- Skype
- Google+
- MySpace
- Bebo
However, as I found out very soon after I installed the darn thing, this particular O2 dongle is TERRIBLE. I could not pick up a single network. Oh well...
Got the wireless going up here now, so I can get through the yearly relatives visit with what I like to call 'online morphine' to numb the exhaustion and pain. By that I mean, endless social networking and funny cat videos on youtube. Hoorah.
Friday, 21 October 2011
Still behind...
As usual, I suppose. Oh well. I always pull through.
Does this picture not scare everyone else?
I have used many a online services.Once again, the usual; facebook, msn, youtube, blogger, bebo, google+.
I have actually just created a MySpace account out of curiosity. I have no friends so far. Should be fun...
I have used many a online services.Once again, the usual; facebook, msn, youtube, blogger, bebo, google+.
I have actually just created a MySpace account out of curiosity. I have no friends so far. Should be fun...
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Monday, 17 October 2011
So... We meet again.
Once again, it has been a while since I last updated this blog. And as always, I have been using many online communication services. Blogger, Facebook, MSN, Skype, YouTube, school e-mail. One thing I find quite annoying these days is that no one ever replies to my messages... Rejected? I think so.
In other news, I asked politely if I could be removed from the group emails going round on the school system. System Administer stepped in and told me I couldn't send it as everyone's mailboxes were full. C'MON GUYS. Anyone heard of selecting all and deleting? At least we know there are measures in place to keep the emails in check.
In other news, I asked politely if I could be removed from the group emails going round on the school system. System Administer stepped in and told me I couldn't send it as everyone's mailboxes were full. C'MON GUYS. Anyone heard of selecting all and deleting? At least we know there are measures in place to keep the emails in check.
Friday, 14 October 2011
Stress
It's what should be expected from new sixth formers, right?
In other news; I have used various ways of communication since I was last blogging. For instance, I used Facebook, Skype and MSN. I've also been uploading weekly vlogs to youtube. I use the internet first and foremost for communication. It's a big part of many teen's lives in MEDCs. Sometimes I wonder what this world is coming to. You know, I think those sci-fi geeks are right. One day we'll all wake up and our ipads, laptops, cameras, high-tech showers, etc will be out to murder us. Machinery will be the death of us.
In other news; I have used various ways of communication since I was last blogging. For instance, I used Facebook, Skype and MSN. I've also been uploading weekly vlogs to youtube. I use the internet first and foremost for communication. It's a big part of many teen's lives in MEDCs. Sometimes I wonder what this world is coming to. You know, I think those sci-fi geeks are right. One day we'll all wake up and our ipads, laptops, cameras, high-tech showers, etc will be out to murder us. Machinery will be the death of us.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Paperclips
In ICT. Sally has poluted my desk with useless metal paperclips. And people wonder why I don't get any work done.
I would ask Sally to move \away, but we're married. Married via seating plans and haribo rings.
Tied tighter than... well... my shoe laces.
It's like sitting next to a child.
I would ask Sally to move \away, but we're married. Married via seating plans and haribo rings.
Tied tighter than... well... my shoe laces.
It's like sitting next to a child.
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