Tuesday 19th October 2004 - The Day Bluetooth Was No Longer A Great Invention
The morning was boring basically. The funny parts included the usual early morning trip in with Liz and Ciaran. Liz needed petrol from Sainsburys and on going to pay she went in looking like she was going to rob the place in her attempt to keep well covered and warm. The hat did most of the work even though it was baby blue.
(I’m sure Ciaran will find the name of the place highly amusing. Looks like her ancestors ran a lousy petrol station!)
We also did have the exciting event of Liz going up the verge this time whist she was busy shouting the word ‘knob’ to a man overtaking her on a quiet country lane. Something made Ciaran scream again, but I can’t remember what. It’s funny because it happens every Tuesday now in the car with Liz.
Sash/Ash/Alex or whatever he calls himself nowadays has also joined the ‘Breakfast Club’ but instead of walking in the room and saying something to us, he chose to just walk in and sit down on the table behind us like it was completely normal and had always been part of the club. Liz then decided she’d sit there and just stare him out in an attempt for him to say something for himself and explain what the hell he was actually doing.
Mr B cannot find my mark sheet for the damn coursework, so basically I have nothing to go by, I reckon Kennedy took them back to Australia with him or something because he marked it for me. Ciaran found one certain set of my results rather amusing, a bar chart and one of the bars was non-existent because the results gave me a total of zero. But I had the last laugh because his data representation was poorer than mine.
Was late to Business with Treverton because Ciaran, Liz and I sat in her car and then roared with laughter at the excited/hysterical expression on Brandon’s face as he rolled up to school in some students’ car. It was like, yes Brandon, it’s called a car and it’s called driving.
Was meant to have a careers interview today but couldn’t be bothered since I’ve sorted the fact on what I’m going to do at university, but no doubt Hoare will bark at me for not going in registration tomorrow. Which reminds me I still have to give out reference cards to Herbert and Reece (skipping Parker thanks to her dire reference for Sarah Marshall), but they’ll only have one night to do them and I’ll feel really bad asking them tomorrow, but then Hoare has the worst job of putting them all together on the Thursday night for it to be sent off on Friday. I’m still yet to start my reference, I plan to do it tomorrow afternoon, then get Hoare to check it on Thursday and then change it Friday, get her to okay it and then send the whole thing off. That’s just in theory though. By the way the last two places I’m applying for are likely to be either Aston, Nottingham, Manchester, Birmingham or Bath.
Lunch was surprisingly eventful. I took my phone out of my pocket and the decided to see who was in the room with Bluetooth, then tried to piece together who was who in the room from the names they’d given themselves. Then all of a sudden I get a photo sent to me from someone calling himself ‘Hasselhoff’. So I open it and it’s a rather funny picture of one of the boys in our year, then I got a few more with the same sort of running theme, guys in our year looking complete idiots. I don’t know their names though, then I get sent another and just open it, only to discover this time he had sent me porn. That right porn and it wasn’t just a photo, it was a real player file. It was so disgusting, Alex then snatched the phone off of me as I was going, ‘Oh my God! NO!’ Then Liz grabbed the phone off of Alex and she was just like, ‘What is this?!’
I don’t know if the person knew who I was in the room and I’m still not 100% sure of who it was that was sending them. I think it could have been a group two tables behind us, but I wonder if they sent all the same stuff to other people on bluetooth that day. I think I’ll do that sometime, send pictures to people to freak them out, obviously not of a pornographic nature though! Go it was just disgusting!
We then had The Body and Pete read out this letter that he’d sent to Mr Barnard because the water fountain had been ‘cordoned off’ and he wasn’t happy about it. It was all quite funny in places the whole way through, but then at the end decided it was so funny. It went something like, ‘As the old English proverb goes, ‘A man without water…..’ which then tailed into huge amounts of laughter just because it was a classic Pete thing to do. Although the noise came predominantly from Ciaran and myself.
Ciaran was being an idiot (yes Ciaran, an idiot) in the meeting because twice he brought up the a combination of the topics, porn and Pimms (myself) and said things like, ‘You got any porn to show us Pimms?’ Right in front of everyone, not many people got it though thank the Lord.
On the topic of porn, Jilly posed for the posters for The Body and in it is her standing with her back towards the camera and her face completely out of view so that no one knew it was her posing in some jeans and a bra. But word has gotten out about who the model was and I think what Ciaran was trying to tell me before the meeting is that people now think that Jilly’s picture is posted on the internet, but a frontal shot too! The mortification!
Inman was next and his lesson was as interesting as ever. First off he was giving Ciaran a motivational speech about how we need to manage our workload and that he ‘appreciates’ (even though he doesn’t at all) that we have a lot of work at the moment.
We were then put into groups, I was with Thrappers (God help me) and Will. We had to write down on a huge sheet in a spider diagram about, ‘What’s the challenge of the Global Population?’ But instead Brandon who was in a group with Jess and Ciaran (which he was not so thrilled about), wrote in fat letters in the middle of the page, ‘What’s is the challenge of the Global Challenge.’ It was hilarious. Then even worse, he went on to try and write population upside down from where he was sitting, was fine until he got the to U and it just looked shite. However what Ciaran exclaimed that it was ‘shit’ Inman got all ticked of with him for his ‘choice of vocabulary’. I don’t know why he’s so against swearing and then turns around and calls people a ‘nonce’ here and there!
(Clearly not entering Brandon into the competition)
We then went round and put a sticker on the groups diagram we thought was best, it was a tie, so Will and I discreetly got a sticker from the sheet and stuck it onto our sheet. We got busted in the end though, so Liz’s team won.
Last week I told Inman that I still didn’t know if I could go on the Library trip to Cambridge tomorrow because my foot thing is on a Wednesday, so he said it was fine and that if I was still okay to go on the day I could just bring some money and hitch a lift with them. So today I announce that I can go and he simply goes, ‘The bus is full.’ Okay, previous arrangement kind of broke down didn’t it then Inners? I only noticed today how arrogant he is, he’s just arrogant. Way to confident about himself. It’s going to irritate me for ages now.
Inman then played some of his favourite indie style music for us while we worked and mentioned Aqualung, which is highly embarrassing because I love the song Strange and Beautiful. How could I like anything that Inman likes? He’s just nothing like me and I truly think he hates me, no joke, I think he’s getting over my terminal illness too, so I no longer get sympathy or am treated so much like a slow learner.
Got home after ages because Lucinda first of all took ages coming out of school and so I had to wait with Verity for like 10 minutes outside until she eventually emerged to go to ballet together after we dropped them off, then Lucinda then starts moaning she doesn’t have her maths book and needs it, so that takes another five minutes. She’s so irritating, just like her mother.
I’ve emailed the four universities I’m definitely applying for and explained my situation of four subjects instead of the regular three, in the hopes they will offer me the equivalent of slightly more in tariff points, so I’m just waiting for replies now.
I want the following songs. Modest Mouse - Oceans Breathes Salty, anything by The Wrens, Joseph Arthur, Decemberists and that new McFly song, solely because the video is so stunningly clever and the song is the best one they’ve done so far. Still dislike them though. Also Joe Budden Ft. Busta Rhymes - Fire and Missy Elliot - Pass That Dutch, just for a change of pace. I can’t find good copies of that last two songs and still hunting for Wilshire - Special.
Did an email test/quiz thing. I chose red, cat, New York, drums, Pepsi, Will and Vicky. That red means adventurous, cat means feminine, New York means busy, Drums means wild, Pepsi means fun and then Will as in Will Luther is apparently my crush (hell no) and that he will ask me out if I forward the email about 100 times and that Vicky will become my enemy if I don’t forward it, so whichever the option I wouldn’t win! I chose not to send at all, too much effort and they aren’t true anyway. So hopefully Vicky and I will still be speaking tomorrow at school, unless she’s now turned into a Wilko clone or something thanks to the email!
(So want to go)
By the way, they have now censored LJ on the school network, the bastards. They’ve probably discovered my many entries filled with stories about people I dislike and much profanity.
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(I’m sure Ciaran will find the name of the place highly amusing. Looks like her ancestors ran a lousy petrol station!)
We also did have the exciting event of Liz going up the verge this time whist she was busy shouting the word ‘knob’ to a man overtaking her on a quiet country lane. Something made Ciaran scream again, but I can’t remember what. It’s funny because it happens every Tuesday now in the car with Liz.
Sash/Ash/Alex or whatever he calls himself nowadays has also joined the ‘Breakfast Club’ but instead of walking in the room and saying something to us, he chose to just walk in and sit down on the table behind us like it was completely normal and had always been part of the club. Liz then decided she’d sit there and just stare him out in an attempt for him to say something for himself and explain what the hell he was actually doing.
Mr B cannot find my mark sheet for the damn coursework, so basically I have nothing to go by, I reckon Kennedy took them back to Australia with him or something because he marked it for me. Ciaran found one certain set of my results rather amusing, a bar chart and one of the bars was non-existent because the results gave me a total of zero. But I had the last laugh because his data representation was poorer than mine.
Was late to Business with Treverton because Ciaran, Liz and I sat in her car and then roared with laughter at the excited/hysterical expression on Brandon’s face as he rolled up to school in some students’ car. It was like, yes Brandon, it’s called a car and it’s called driving.
Was meant to have a careers interview today but couldn’t be bothered since I’ve sorted the fact on what I’m going to do at university, but no doubt Hoare will bark at me for not going in registration tomorrow. Which reminds me I still have to give out reference cards to Herbert and Reece (skipping Parker thanks to her dire reference for Sarah Marshall), but they’ll only have one night to do them and I’ll feel really bad asking them tomorrow, but then Hoare has the worst job of putting them all together on the Thursday night for it to be sent off on Friday. I’m still yet to start my reference, I plan to do it tomorrow afternoon, then get Hoare to check it on Thursday and then change it Friday, get her to okay it and then send the whole thing off. That’s just in theory though. By the way the last two places I’m applying for are likely to be either Aston, Nottingham, Manchester, Birmingham or Bath.
Lunch was surprisingly eventful. I took my phone out of my pocket and the decided to see who was in the room with Bluetooth, then tried to piece together who was who in the room from the names they’d given themselves. Then all of a sudden I get a photo sent to me from someone calling himself ‘Hasselhoff’. So I open it and it’s a rather funny picture of one of the boys in our year, then I got a few more with the same sort of running theme, guys in our year looking complete idiots. I don’t know their names though, then I get sent another and just open it, only to discover this time he had sent me porn. That right porn and it wasn’t just a photo, it was a real player file. It was so disgusting, Alex then snatched the phone off of me as I was going, ‘Oh my God! NO!’ Then Liz grabbed the phone off of Alex and she was just like, ‘What is this?!’
I don’t know if the person knew who I was in the room and I’m still not 100% sure of who it was that was sending them. I think it could have been a group two tables behind us, but I wonder if they sent all the same stuff to other people on bluetooth that day. I think I’ll do that sometime, send pictures to people to freak them out, obviously not of a pornographic nature though! Go it was just disgusting!
We then had The Body and Pete read out this letter that he’d sent to Mr Barnard because the water fountain had been ‘cordoned off’ and he wasn’t happy about it. It was all quite funny in places the whole way through, but then at the end decided it was so funny. It went something like, ‘As the old English proverb goes, ‘A man without water…..’ which then tailed into huge amounts of laughter just because it was a classic Pete thing to do. Although the noise came predominantly from Ciaran and myself.
Ciaran was being an idiot (yes Ciaran, an idiot) in the meeting because twice he brought up the a combination of the topics, porn and Pimms (myself) and said things like, ‘You got any porn to show us Pimms?’ Right in front of everyone, not many people got it though thank the Lord.
On the topic of porn, Jilly posed for the posters for The Body and in it is her standing with her back towards the camera and her face completely out of view so that no one knew it was her posing in some jeans and a bra. But word has gotten out about who the model was and I think what Ciaran was trying to tell me before the meeting is that people now think that Jilly’s picture is posted on the internet, but a frontal shot too! The mortification!
Inman was next and his lesson was as interesting as ever. First off he was giving Ciaran a motivational speech about how we need to manage our workload and that he ‘appreciates’ (even though he doesn’t at all) that we have a lot of work at the moment.
We were then put into groups, I was with Thrappers (God help me) and Will. We had to write down on a huge sheet in a spider diagram about, ‘What’s the challenge of the Global Population?’ But instead Brandon who was in a group with Jess and Ciaran (which he was not so thrilled about), wrote in fat letters in the middle of the page, ‘What’s is the challenge of the Global Challenge.’ It was hilarious. Then even worse, he went on to try and write population upside down from where he was sitting, was fine until he got the to U and it just looked shite. However what Ciaran exclaimed that it was ‘shit’ Inman got all ticked of with him for his ‘choice of vocabulary’. I don’t know why he’s so against swearing and then turns around and calls people a ‘nonce’ here and there!
(Clearly not entering Brandon into the competition)
We then went round and put a sticker on the groups diagram we thought was best, it was a tie, so Will and I discreetly got a sticker from the sheet and stuck it onto our sheet. We got busted in the end though, so Liz’s team won.
Last week I told Inman that I still didn’t know if I could go on the Library trip to Cambridge tomorrow because my foot thing is on a Wednesday, so he said it was fine and that if I was still okay to go on the day I could just bring some money and hitch a lift with them. So today I announce that I can go and he simply goes, ‘The bus is full.’ Okay, previous arrangement kind of broke down didn’t it then Inners? I only noticed today how arrogant he is, he’s just arrogant. Way to confident about himself. It’s going to irritate me for ages now.
Inman then played some of his favourite indie style music for us while we worked and mentioned Aqualung, which is highly embarrassing because I love the song Strange and Beautiful. How could I like anything that Inman likes? He’s just nothing like me and I truly think he hates me, no joke, I think he’s getting over my terminal illness too, so I no longer get sympathy or am treated so much like a slow learner.
Got home after ages because Lucinda first of all took ages coming out of school and so I had to wait with Verity for like 10 minutes outside until she eventually emerged to go to ballet together after we dropped them off, then Lucinda then starts moaning she doesn’t have her maths book and needs it, so that takes another five minutes. She’s so irritating, just like her mother.
I’ve emailed the four universities I’m definitely applying for and explained my situation of four subjects instead of the regular three, in the hopes they will offer me the equivalent of slightly more in tariff points, so I’m just waiting for replies now.
I want the following songs. Modest Mouse - Oceans Breathes Salty, anything by The Wrens, Joseph Arthur, Decemberists and that new McFly song, solely because the video is so stunningly clever and the song is the best one they’ve done so far. Still dislike them though. Also Joe Budden Ft. Busta Rhymes - Fire and Missy Elliot - Pass That Dutch, just for a change of pace. I can’t find good copies of that last two songs and still hunting for Wilshire - Special.
Did an email test/quiz thing. I chose red, cat, New York, drums, Pepsi, Will and Vicky. That red means adventurous, cat means feminine, New York means busy, Drums means wild, Pepsi means fun and then Will as in Will Luther is apparently my crush (hell no) and that he will ask me out if I forward the email about 100 times and that Vicky will become my enemy if I don’t forward it, so whichever the option I wouldn’t win! I chose not to send at all, too much effort and they aren’t true anyway. So hopefully Vicky and I will still be speaking tomorrow at school, unless she’s now turned into a Wilko clone or something thanks to the email!
(So want to go)
By the way, they have now censored LJ on the school network, the bastards. They’ve probably discovered my many entries filled with stories about people I dislike and much profanity.
How evil are you?
You are Anarcho-Capitalist
What: Anarcho-Capitalism
Where: At the distant top-right of the politcal spectrum
How: Anarcho-Capitalists believe that big business should take over goverment to the point of government not existing. While they believe there should be law, they also believe that the law should be owned by businesses. Anarcho-capitalism is a modern belief and has never been attempted.
What political extremity are you?
You Are a Life Blogger!
Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.
What kind of blogger are you?