(This is from an IT class when I was in Year 9. The questions being asked are too superlatively easy, dull, what-have-you, so I'm answering them. This class later turned into what-I-call a nightmare class, where it just got so bad that you didn't get any benefit from it. And yes, I have used the format from the Not Always series, but it works)
Classmate: You're on fire!
(I look down.)
Me: No, I'm not.
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Thursday, 31 January 2013
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Chat
Moth: QI was good this week.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Julian Clary.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Bill Bailey.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Ross Noble, I'll give you that.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Julian Clary.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Bill Bailey.
Me: It had Ross Noble in.
Moth: And Ross Noble, I'll give you that.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Eid
As yesterday and today is Eid, I am going to share with you prior experiences of Eid at high school.
- When there was only one school-day, almost everyone would be off. In my form, there'd be me, and two other people, George and Alice. No-one else. And in some forms there'd be nobody at all.
- All we'd do is talk with the teachers and write on the whiteboards and maybe play a few games or something, only occasionally would what we did ever be related to the subject we were supposed to be doing.
- The school would be practically empty at break and lunch - meaning a lot more space to yourself. To do whatever you liked. Yay!
- At the end of the day you'd go home having not accomplished anything worthwhile.
- Or, there was the two school-day Eid - but only one day was to be taken off.
- You'd get about half a class both days, some coming in on both, some not at all in defiance of the rule.
- The day was very similar to the one-day Eid, only you were far more likely to do some work.
- Eid tended to be good fun anyway.
- When there was only one school-day, almost everyone would be off. In my form, there'd be me, and two other people, George and Alice. No-one else. And in some forms there'd be nobody at all.
- All we'd do is talk with the teachers and write on the whiteboards and maybe play a few games or something, only occasionally would what we did ever be related to the subject we were supposed to be doing.
- The school would be practically empty at break and lunch - meaning a lot more space to yourself. To do whatever you liked. Yay!
- At the end of the day you'd go home having not accomplished anything worthwhile.
- Or, there was the two school-day Eid - but only one day was to be taken off.
- You'd get about half a class both days, some coming in on both, some not at all in defiance of the rule.
- The day was very similar to the one-day Eid, only you were far more likely to do some work.
- Eid tended to be good fun anyway.
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Word Generating
Let's play a game of Word Generator! Or, while you read the total stupidity I'm about to spew, I'll generate words using a generator and then ramble a bit about them. Or something like that.
Address: I often spell this as 'adress' without meaning to - it's just bad habit! An Address could be a house address or an email address. My 'Blog Address' is where you can contact me if you need to - but only about the blog - minimperson@gmail.com. Anything else, tough luck. If you are known by me, you should have another suitable means of contacting me, and if you aren't known by me, you shouldn't need anything else. So there. (and yes I will try to reply, and yes, you may speak criticism as long as it is constructive). So there you go. Next word please.
Rock: These things are everywhere on the ground and you can get them for free. They can be used as a weapon but you will probably be arrested for it. Certain Pokemon can disguise themselves as rocks. Rock 'n' Roll is when you pick up a rock, and you roll it down a hill watching what it does. I'm just kidding. It's a music genre that is associated with rock cake.
Voting: At school you would have votes for Form Captain, Vice Captains (boy and girl) and Form Representatives (again, boy and girl). I often tried for one of these positions before I realized that I would not be a good choice for any kind of job that involved talking to other people. One year the Vice Captain was between me and a short grumpy girl - I had once revealed my less-than-positive view of her to a group of gittish boys because they'd asked about it and I hadn't thought that they'd do anything about it because they'd said something that made me think they were going to keep it to themselves, but instead they shouted it across the grounds (we were doing some Art out there). What happened at this vote? An annoying boy said across the classroom "Don't Vote for Minim!" (Paraphrasing, cos he used my real name). I didn't get the position.
Convert: One boy, I'll call him Ali, tried to get me to believe in God. I'd told him I was atheist. He was a Muslim. I think Ali wanted me to convert to Islam, once he asked me about it but I didn't hear him properly over about a dozen keyboards. I could rant about Music class forever but I'm actually just going to value the fact that I may have written quite a bit and leave you to it. I might rant on another day.
Address: I often spell this as 'adress' without meaning to - it's just bad habit! An Address could be a house address or an email address. My 'Blog Address' is where you can contact me if you need to - but only about the blog - minimperson@gmail.com. Anything else, tough luck. If you are known by me, you should have another suitable means of contacting me, and if you aren't known by me, you shouldn't need anything else. So there. (and yes I will try to reply, and yes, you may speak criticism as long as it is constructive). So there you go. Next word please.
Rock: These things are everywhere on the ground and you can get them for free. They can be used as a weapon but you will probably be arrested for it. Certain Pokemon can disguise themselves as rocks. Rock 'n' Roll is when you pick up a rock, and you roll it down a hill watching what it does. I'm just kidding. It's a music genre that is associated with rock cake.
Voting: At school you would have votes for Form Captain, Vice Captains (boy and girl) and Form Representatives (again, boy and girl). I often tried for one of these positions before I realized that I would not be a good choice for any kind of job that involved talking to other people. One year the Vice Captain was between me and a short grumpy girl - I had once revealed my less-than-positive view of her to a group of gittish boys because they'd asked about it and I hadn't thought that they'd do anything about it because they'd said something that made me think they were going to keep it to themselves, but instead they shouted it across the grounds (we were doing some Art out there). What happened at this vote? An annoying boy said across the classroom "Don't Vote for Minim!" (Paraphrasing, cos he used my real name). I didn't get the position.
Convert: One boy, I'll call him Ali, tried to get me to believe in God. I'd told him I was atheist. He was a Muslim. I think Ali wanted me to convert to Islam, once he asked me about it but I didn't hear him properly over about a dozen keyboards. I could rant about Music class forever but I'm actually just going to value the fact that I may have written quite a bit and leave you to it. I might rant on another day.
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
College, or, I Am Weird
I have been attending Sixth Form college for two weeks, now, and I haven't got anything else I want to write about this Tuesday so I'm going to halt production on another names list (I am forever doing names lists) and try not to get distracted by the Tim Minchin DVD (which is really difficult because of certain tendencies towards ADD and a slight sound sensitivity - not to mention that Tim Minchin is Totally Awesome), the cat (my brother's cat!), and
[starts singing along to TM]
[song ends]
What was I on about again?
Okay, I shall do some writing on college, and rate certain aspects - probably comparing it to High School as well.
Social:
HS Rating: 2/10
College Rating: 5/10
My social life seems to have improved. I used to barely speak with anyone except teachers (and I got laughed at for that *sigh*) and those I did speak to in school time outside of lessons either were lots younger than me in the case of later years (year 7/8-ish), a lot older than me and knowing me as "Crotchet's sister" (they'd have been year 10/11 when I was year 7/8). Those my age heard a load of gabble, often about the Chalet School or other things I found interesting (True story: I once spent a whole lunchtime talking about an option in the Maths Challenge - More Information Needed). Well, about, one or two people, really. This was usually early morning to one person, and when another came in, I ended up completely silent while the other two talked for a bit and then went outside for a walk. And then at lunchtimes I'd gabble away until someone challenged me to run around the field once and when I had completed they weren't there and I spent the whole of the rest of lunchtime looking for them and panicking. (Okay, it only happened once, but there's the issue of making it interesting).
Now, I have a better, more balanced way of approaching conversations. Okay, I still would never dare to start a conversation, and don't like to speak in a group (Or even just trying to think myself into talking and Not Doing So - it's worse the larger the number). But, I know different ways to approach conversation (ask questions - this is easier at College level because you can ask what subjects they're doing, and talk about college a bit, and let them talk about things more than you do.
Okay, let's go ahead while Tim Minchin is playing with a wand/conductor's stick thing.
Comfort:
HS: 3/10
College: 7/10
High school: basic chairs, uniform, not very brilliant desk space.
College: more padded chairs, wearing what I like (okay, underwear doesn't tend to be comfortable, but my arms are) and quite good desk space.
Lessons:
HS: 6/10
College: 9/10
High School: At High School people weren't always serious about their subjects, and classes were large. Teachers who had little control over a class meant that classes were so annoyingly rowdy and it was difficult to concentrate and I always had to go back to the old standby of singing, and then people would tell me to stop singing and I'd hum, which would mean they insisted on stopping me from humming, or later me just silent and just wanting to Get Out as soon as I bloody well could. It was especially bad when the lesson was being taken by a cover teacher. I could rant on forever about cover teachers, but this page is pretty long already and I've still got 2 more aspects to talk about (unless I think of any more). However, lessons did tend to be decent, and were bloody awesome if they were being taken by Mr Aitken. But that was just Year 9 Maths, and one in Year 10. I wanted him as Head of Year when I was in Year 11 like he was head of Year 11 when I was in Year 9. He had an office near my form room, but I am going off on a tangent and ought to get on with what I am supposed to be writing about.
College: Classes are smaller and tend to be more serious about what we're studying (we get to choose, see). I also get to sit near the front all of the time where I'm less likely to mishear stuff (although I do do it - 39 for 35, for instance, which is a bit awkward when it's a page in a textbook).
Timetable:
At High School, the timetable was always full. From 8:45 to 3:30, everything you did was timetabled. so you might get, for instance:
Monday:
8:45 - Registration
9:05 - Science
10:05 - Science
11:05 - Break
11:15 - English
12:20 - Lunch
1:15 - Registration
1:30 - Spanish
2:30 - Drama
So all of your time that can be timetabled is.
But at college, it's different because you have time that isn't timetabled. So I have one lesson on a Tuesday, and only one - the other time can be used for study, eye tests, lying in, watching Tim Minchin, blogging, and a lot of other stuff. Socializing would be a big part of that for some people, but probably not me. I'm a bit of an introvert.
Groupwork:
The nightmare of High School, this was. It was a total nightmare. Apart from the fact that I am hopeless in a group unless I have a specific job in it, I am easily distracted by idiots and end up arguing with them because they are too distracting (and so is my currently favorite song with is a Tim Minchin one *roll*). I always find it awkward to talk in a group unless I am making an objection. But in College at the moment there doesn't seem to be that much groupwork, and what's the betting that there is little in distraction? Pretty high, I'd imagine.
[starts singing along to TM]
[song ends]
What was I on about again?
Okay, I shall do some writing on college, and rate certain aspects - probably comparing it to High School as well.
Social:
HS Rating: 2/10
College Rating: 5/10
My social life seems to have improved. I used to barely speak with anyone except teachers (and I got laughed at for that *sigh*) and those I did speak to in school time outside of lessons either were lots younger than me in the case of later years (year 7/8-ish), a lot older than me and knowing me as "Crotchet's sister" (they'd have been year 10/11 when I was year 7/8). Those my age heard a load of gabble, often about the Chalet School or other things I found interesting (True story: I once spent a whole lunchtime talking about an option in the Maths Challenge - More Information Needed). Well, about, one or two people, really. This was usually early morning to one person, and when another came in, I ended up completely silent while the other two talked for a bit and then went outside for a walk. And then at lunchtimes I'd gabble away until someone challenged me to run around the field once and when I had completed they weren't there and I spent the whole of the rest of lunchtime looking for them and panicking. (Okay, it only happened once, but there's the issue of making it interesting).
Now, I have a better, more balanced way of approaching conversations. Okay, I still would never dare to start a conversation, and don't like to speak in a group (Or even just trying to think myself into talking and Not Doing So - it's worse the larger the number). But, I know different ways to approach conversation (ask questions - this is easier at College level because you can ask what subjects they're doing, and talk about college a bit, and let them talk about things more than you do.
Okay, let's go ahead while Tim Minchin is playing with a wand/conductor's stick thing.
Comfort:
HS: 3/10
College: 7/10
High school: basic chairs, uniform, not very brilliant desk space.
College: more padded chairs, wearing what I like (okay, underwear doesn't tend to be comfortable, but my arms are) and quite good desk space.
Lessons:
HS: 6/10
College: 9/10
High School: At High School people weren't always serious about their subjects, and classes were large. Teachers who had little control over a class meant that classes were so annoyingly rowdy and it was difficult to concentrate and I always had to go back to the old standby of singing, and then people would tell me to stop singing and I'd hum, which would mean they insisted on stopping me from humming, or later me just silent and just wanting to Get Out as soon as I bloody well could. It was especially bad when the lesson was being taken by a cover teacher. I could rant on forever about cover teachers, but this page is pretty long already and I've still got 2 more aspects to talk about (unless I think of any more). However, lessons did tend to be decent, and were bloody awesome if they were being taken by Mr Aitken. But that was just Year 9 Maths, and one in Year 10. I wanted him as Head of Year when I was in Year 11 like he was head of Year 11 when I was in Year 9. He had an office near my form room, but I am going off on a tangent and ought to get on with what I am supposed to be writing about.
College: Classes are smaller and tend to be more serious about what we're studying (we get to choose, see). I also get to sit near the front all of the time where I'm less likely to mishear stuff (although I do do it - 39 for 35, for instance, which is a bit awkward when it's a page in a textbook).
Timetable:
At High School, the timetable was always full. From 8:45 to 3:30, everything you did was timetabled. so you might get, for instance:
Monday:
8:45 - Registration
9:05 - Science
10:05 - Science
11:05 - Break
11:15 - English
12:20 - Lunch
1:15 - Registration
1:30 - Spanish
2:30 - Drama
So all of your time that can be timetabled is.
But at college, it's different because you have time that isn't timetabled. So I have one lesson on a Tuesday, and only one - the other time can be used for study, eye tests, lying in, watching Tim Minchin, blogging, and a lot of other stuff. Socializing would be a big part of that for some people, but probably not me. I'm a bit of an introvert.
Groupwork:
The nightmare of High School, this was. It was a total nightmare. Apart from the fact that I am hopeless in a group unless I have a specific job in it, I am easily distracted by idiots and end up arguing with them because they are too distracting (and so is my currently favorite song with is a Tim Minchin one *roll*). I always find it awkward to talk in a group unless I am making an objection. But in College at the moment there doesn't seem to be that much groupwork, and what's the betting that there is little in distraction? Pretty high, I'd imagine.
Friday, 14 September 2012
Remember me?
N: Hi, do you remember me?
Me: *thinking about high school* Err...
N: Oak class? Mr H?
Me: *trying to remember Year 6* Umm...
N: G's friend?
Me: I think I remember you... err...
Problem with my memory #1 - Forgetting most people I've met before, and/or not recognising them after years of change.
Me: *thinking about high school* Err...
N: Oak class? Mr H?
Me: *trying to remember Year 6* Umm...
N: G's friend?
Me: I think I remember you... err...
Problem with my memory #1 - Forgetting most people I've met before, and/or not recognising them after years of change.
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
The Problem with Names
Me: *walking along outside morning at school*
Teacher: MINIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: *jumps a yard* [What have I done? I haven't done anything! Nothing wrong. She's not even my teacher!]
Teacher: [audibly] Why weren't you at netball practice last night?
Me: [What Netball practice? I don't even do Netball!] *looks around at teacher* [Oh, she's talking to *Other Minim*] *scuttles off, still slightly shocked*
The problem with names: other people can have the same.
ETA - I should have guessed she wasn't talking to me - she didn't call me Semibreve (that's what I'm calling my sister)
Teacher: MINIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: *jumps a yard* [What have I done? I haven't done anything! Nothing wrong. She's not even my teacher!]
Teacher: [audibly] Why weren't you at netball practice last night?
Me: [What Netball practice? I don't even do Netball!] *looks around at teacher* [Oh, she's talking to *Other Minim*] *scuttles off, still slightly shocked*
The problem with names: other people can have the same.
ETA - I should have guessed she wasn't talking to me - she didn't call me Semibreve (that's what I'm calling my sister)
Monday, 6 August 2012
Statement
My hearing is perfectly fine...
[Scene: Noisy music room]
Ali: Would you ever consider converting to Islam?
Minim: [What? A slum?] No.
Ali: Why not?"
Minim: Be a bit disgusting, wouldn't it?
Ali: You think Islam's disgusting?
Minim: Oh, Islam. And no, I wouldn't, I don't like the idea of praying five times a day, I have no problems with homosexuality, and I like my bacon too much.
...it's just the words get confused occasionally.
George: [with very obvious signs of amusement] The couple in front of us jumped at the sound effects.
Minim: [I jumped as well, and I was well further back than they were. Those effects were loud, not to mention sudden]
I can jump at the sound of a lid of a wheelie bin closing.
And now you may have a picture. Enjoy.
(And yes, they are the right way round for me, because I am a leftie)
[Scene: Noisy music room]
Ali: Would you ever consider converting to Islam?
Minim: [What? A slum?] No.
Ali: Why not?"
Minim: Be a bit disgusting, wouldn't it?
Ali: You think Islam's disgusting?
Minim: Oh, Islam. And no, I wouldn't, I don't like the idea of praying five times a day, I have no problems with homosexuality, and I like my bacon too much.
...it's just the words get confused occasionally.
George: [with very obvious signs of amusement] The couple in front of us jumped at the sound effects.
Minim: [I jumped as well, and I was well further back than they were. Those effects were loud, not to mention sudden]
I can jump at the sound of a lid of a wheelie bin closing.
And now you may have a picture. Enjoy.
(And yes, they are the right way round for me, because I am a leftie)
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Guess What?
I am owed £1970 because of PPI. Even though I've never had a credit card, mortgage, or whatever you needed to be missold it. But apparently, records show it.
[block number]
[save]
[inbox]
[delete message]
PPI, stop clogging up my phone. Even if I rarely use it, I don't want to get all excited to find your messages instead of a real text. Especially when I'm doing something like watching weird videos or dealing with my Sim's needs. (Even if I am a cheat and turn off motive decay, they still have wishes!) I don't want to have a lousy time at a Hitori puzzle because you came along, nor do I wish to have to listen to your fictions when there are much more interesting and worthwhile stories out there that can teach you how to deal with rickets and stuff.
Now stop bothering me, and go away.
No - not you, audience! I only meant those PPI companies who mysteriously manage to get my number and text me.
I bet you've had texts from these companies as well. Go on - say so.
[block number]
[save]
[inbox]
[delete message]
PPI, stop clogging up my phone. Even if I rarely use it, I don't want to get all excited to find your messages instead of a real text. Especially when I'm doing something like watching weird videos or dealing with my Sim's needs. (Even if I am a cheat and turn off motive decay, they still have wishes!) I don't want to have a lousy time at a Hitori puzzle because you came along, nor do I wish to have to listen to your fictions when there are much more interesting and worthwhile stories out there that can teach you how to deal with rickets and stuff.
Now stop bothering me, and go away.
No - not you, audience! I only meant those PPI companies who mysteriously manage to get my number and text me.
I bet you've had texts from these companies as well. Go on - say so.
Friday, 13 July 2012
Picture
I drew this recently:
I didn't like it very much. There was about the same emphasis on 'I'm weird' as there was on 'Me' and it would be better if there was more emphasis on the 'Me' because that was what I wanted.
That was better, and also had a picture of me in it. And the biggest word was 'me'. It is evidently the focus of the whole thing.
But I wanted more.
There we go!
Update: why did I search 'qwertyuioplkjhgfdsamnbvcxzpoiuytrewq,mnbvcxzsdcfvgbhnbvxvhfhfgbcvx c' on Google?
Update: It's Friday the 13th, so it's my lucky day! :D
I didn't like it very much. There was about the same emphasis on 'I'm weird' as there was on 'Me' and it would be better if there was more emphasis on the 'Me' because that was what I wanted.
That was better, and also had a picture of me in it. And the biggest word was 'me'. It is evidently the focus of the whole thing.
But I wanted more.
There we go!
Update: why did I search 'qwertyuioplkjhgfdsamnbvcxzpoiuytrewq,mnbvcxzsdcfvgbhnbvxvhfhfgbcvx c' on Google?
Update: It's Friday the 13th, so it's my lucky day! :D
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| And I can navigate Rainbow Road |
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Snowdon trip - Day 1
It was a Friday morning, on Enrichment day. A group of us got to school early in the morning, and gathered, with cases and things, to take with us.
We all went onto the school mini-buses, the boys in one, the girls and luggage in the other. We were about to set off, only...
...one of the mini-buses wouldn't start.
It took us a while to get moving, but eventually, we did.
There were 5 girls, including me. 2 of them were from my own band, and they were likely to go off together. The other two were from the other band, and they went off together. I was happy by myself.
We went out of our town, and on to lots of roads and motorways and stuff like that. As always, I stared out of the window and observed the scenery as it flew past. I also may have had my iPod and so I may have been listening to music as well. I know I was looking at numberplates and turning the initials into phrases.
On the way to our camping ground we stopped off at one of those motorway stations. I didn't need any kind of comfort stop, but I did appreciate the leg stretch and so on. I had brought a tenner but I didn't buy anything.
Soon we were back in the mini-bus and going on, into Wales. We were to be in the North of Wales, in a place called Snowdonia. We were going to climb Mt Snowdon. I had been to Snowdonia with my father and brother, but for some reason or another we never went up Snowdon. And I'd never been camping before. This was something to look forward to.
We arrived. The address was actually a pub, not that it mattered. We got the tents set up, and then went to do our own thing.
I sat by myself, and wrote. I wrote what happened during the day, only with a fictional character in the place of me.
People tended to be interested in my writing, and so they asked me about it. I was always happy to show them my writing, although these days I often read writings of then and wonder if I was brain-dead stupid. I think I must have been.
Anyhow, we cooked on these small stove things we had brought with us (open flames etc. weren't allowed). Once our food was cooked, we ate it, obviously (What good would there be in cooking and not eating?). We had to wash up after that, but that business was soon over, and we could do whatever we liked again.
I went to the end of the what-I-called pier (there was a lake and the end of this wooden construction type thing was over it) and sat, looking at the beauty of the lake and so on.
That is about the best summary I can make of the first day at this moment in time. I don't totally remember it all, which is a shame, really.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Today is ROA
Today is my ROA, or if you prefer, Record of Achievement! (Or, Leaving Ceremony). This is the day where we all dress up into dresses and such, and admire each other's clothes, before the ceremony commences and we all go to the Hall.
I am very excited about this! Although I am a bit nervous as well. It's kinda scary to think that we're leaving and going on to the local (rated Excellent by Ofsted) Sixth Form College. Although some other people will be going on to the 'Satisfactory' college of these areas.
Everyone thinks that I'll be wearing a blue dress. The same blue dress that Semibreve wore for the same ceremony.
Yeah, right!
I'll actually be wearing very gothic clothes. Mainly black, but there is also a fair deal of red, and a bit of black and white gingham as well.
I'll see if I can keep you updated on ROA preparations through the day.
Update: I have just had my hair washed by Moth so it can be styled. Because me hair is so very long (one slightly wavy bit has its tip resting on my lap) it would have been a difficult job for her. Wetness makes my hair look blacker than its usual brown. But the usual brown is unusual in my school, where everyone has black hair.
Update: Moth is now getting all my clothes out for the ROA.
I am very excited about this! Although I am a bit nervous as well. It's kinda scary to think that we're leaving and going on to the local (rated Excellent by Ofsted) Sixth Form College. Although some other people will be going on to the 'Satisfactory' college of these areas.
Everyone thinks that I'll be wearing a blue dress. The same blue dress that Semibreve wore for the same ceremony.
Yeah, right!
I'll actually be wearing very gothic clothes. Mainly black, but there is also a fair deal of red, and a bit of black and white gingham as well.
I'll see if I can keep you updated on ROA preparations through the day.
Update: I have just had my hair washed by Moth so it can be styled. Because me hair is so very long (one slightly wavy bit has its tip resting on my lap) it would have been a difficult job for her. Wetness makes my hair look blacker than its usual brown. But the usual brown is unusual in my school, where everyone has black hair.
Update: Moth is now getting all my clothes out for the ROA.
Saturday, 30 June 2012
A letter
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| One morning... |
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| There was post, as usual |
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| Only, one bit was sent to me. |
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| I was excited... |
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| ...so I grabbed the letter... |
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| ...and went to sit down... |
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| ...to open the letter. |
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| It was junk. |
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| I threw it away. |
Thursday, 28 June 2012
The Overview
So far in my tiny life, some events have happened and some haven't. For example, I have been hyperactive on Refreshers, but I have not yet drowned in a swimming pool. I have been in a swimming pool - two, actually - and I have been in the deep end (freaky!) but I have not yet drowned. That might just be sheer luck, though. Events have happened in my life that I can't remember (like the time I ate slugs a lot!) which happens.
In my little life I have gone through some stages, and I have changed a lot. I didn't come out this lanky (at least, I hope not, that would be shocking, not to mention impossible) or with all of this hair (though it fast grows).
This is my life so far:
Looking back, I'm pretty sure I've changed in character as well. I am not positively evil and/or as idiotic any more, I don't eat everything I find, I have a bit more logic and I realize that not everyone is like me. And that's good.
In my little life I have gone through some stages, and I have changed a lot. I didn't come out this lanky (at least, I hope not, that would be shocking, not to mention impossible) or with all of this hair (though it fast grows).
This is my life so far:
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| I think I've changed a lot, anyway. |
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