This is a bit of a continuation on this post.
Leisure: I spend a lot of my leisure time relaxing with technological advances. Computers and DS games and so on. I sometimes read books as well.
Some people spend their leisure time socializing and gossiping. I do not like to gossip and Socialization isn't exactly leisure. It's more like work.
Text: This is text. So is this. And this.
Texting is what a lot of teens do. I don't do it that much, but it is a good way to send a quick word to someone. Such as Maelstrom.
Survival: Everybody wants to survive for as long as possible. But the conclusion is always the same: they eventually don't.
Soft: Soft is a very nice texture. Much better than all the other ones.
Meal: We had Spag Bol for dinner tonight, in case you're wondering. You probably aren't - who cares about those things? It was delicious, in case you're wondering. You probably aren't.
Rage: Ooh, look at that burning rage at having to read all this. I'm going to go and hide before you unleash it.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
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.
Monday, 22 October 2012
The Problem with Inspiration
Okay. I am sorry for leaving you all alone last week. I was taking a sickie. But I'm back now and I actually want to get on to more things, so let's get started.
Little voice: On what?
Me: I don't know! I don't usually write on a Monday any more, I'm usually posting on a Tuesday or a Friday.
Little Voice: Then why not write something tomorrow?
Me: But I need to make up for last week! I didn't even post then.
Little Voice: Then publish a picture.
Me: I don't know which I've published and which I haven't. Anyway, the audience deserve better from me than a rotten picture.
Little Voice: A picture is worth 1000 words.
Me: If I ever draw it right...
Little Voice: Well, write about something, then!
Me: Okay...
*stares at the wall for long time*
Little Voice: What's going through your head, write about that.
Me: Hmmm, Tartiflette.....
Little Voice: *sigh* this is going to take a long time... why not just tell them you're dead?
Me: No. Then I couldn't write anything on here ever again and anyway it would be a lie. Like the cake. Oh, forget it, I'm going off to do other internet things.
Little Voice: Bye!
Little voice: On what?
Me: I don't know! I don't usually write on a Monday any more, I'm usually posting on a Tuesday or a Friday.
Little Voice: Then why not write something tomorrow?
Me: But I need to make up for last week! I didn't even post then.
Little Voice: Then publish a picture.
Me: I don't know which I've published and which I haven't. Anyway, the audience deserve better from me than a rotten picture.
Little Voice: A picture is worth 1000 words.
Me: If I ever draw it right...
Little Voice: Well, write about something, then!
Me: Okay...
*stares at the wall for long time*
Little Voice: What's going through your head, write about that.
Me: Hmmm, Tartiflette.....
Little Voice: *sigh* this is going to take a long time... why not just tell them you're dead?
Me: No. Then I couldn't write anything on here ever again and anyway it would be a lie. Like the cake. Oh, forget it, I'm going off to do other internet things.
Little Voice: Bye!
Friday, 12 October 2012
Betraying Trust
As a 10 year old, I was trusted to walk home by myself. In later days I walked part of the way with a nice girl called Hepzibah. But in the earlier days I used that trust for my own purposes.
Going on the swings.
I started off rather paranoidedly (is that even a word?), as you do - it would be one or two minutes before I was hiking home again, smiling about my victory and hastening off home.
It wouldn't be too long before I started to get cocky.
This started with staying longer at the playpark, 5 to 10 minutes minimum. because it was so fun.
Then I started to use the other gate out of school. It was closer to the park than the one I was supposed to use, so I used it. Unfortunately for me the Lollipop Lady there was good friends with my mother and she told Moth that I'd been going out that gate recently. Moth automatically thought "Bullying" and so she asked about it several times. I wasn't supposed to be going to the swings, I thought, so I never said anything about that, and as Moth only followed up the bullying line I got off Scott-free. Which must have been very relieving for Scott.
As I started to get even more comfortable about my stupid little excursions I started going the park way home rather than the way I was supposed to go. This could have caused 152 problems, but only one occurred - that is, I spent so much time in the park that I met my elder brother and sister on the way home. They asked me why I was going that way, and I lied, by saying that I'd been gathering conkers. I'm not sure if they were convinced or not but they never really looked into it.
I started walking with a 6-7 year old and her family instead (My sister thought this was immature, but so was I) and later on, a girl of my own age - Hepzibah. I guess it was more appropriate than playing on the swings.
Going on the swings.
I started off rather paranoidedly (is that even a word?), as you do - it would be one or two minutes before I was hiking home again, smiling about my victory and hastening off home.
It wouldn't be too long before I started to get cocky.
This started with staying longer at the playpark, 5 to 10 minutes minimum. because it was so fun.
Then I started to use the other gate out of school. It was closer to the park than the one I was supposed to use, so I used it. Unfortunately for me the Lollipop Lady there was good friends with my mother and she told Moth that I'd been going out that gate recently. Moth automatically thought "Bullying" and so she asked about it several times. I wasn't supposed to be going to the swings, I thought, so I never said anything about that, and as Moth only followed up the bullying line I got off Scott-free. Which must have been very relieving for Scott.
As I started to get even more comfortable about my stupid little excursions I started going the park way home rather than the way I was supposed to go. This could have caused 152 problems, but only one occurred - that is, I spent so much time in the park that I met my elder brother and sister on the way home. They asked me why I was going that way, and I lied, by saying that I'd been gathering conkers. I'm not sure if they were convinced or not but they never really looked into it.
I started walking with a 6-7 year old and her family instead (My sister thought this was immature, but so was I) and later on, a girl of my own age - Hepzibah. I guess it was more appropriate than playing on the swings.
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Technorati Claim
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012
I'm learning some HTML here
I'm enjoying it so far but I'm pausing so I can write something for y'all.
I'm also enjoying names-listing, which is a habit I seemed to have gained.
<b>This is bold.</b>
<br> is a line break.
<p>Paragraph!</p>
Still fed up with PPI.
Doing okay at college.
Oh, fuck it, I'm going back to HTML.
Maybe I'll have a proper post tomorrow, if I'm not too deep in HTML. Or on Friday.
See y'all there!
Oh, and ETA - You can now 'react' to my posts! (this means you can say whether they're interesting or dull). So go and vote!
I'm also enjoying names-listing, which is a habit I seemed to have gained.
<b>This is bold.</b>
<br> is a line break.
<p>Paragraph!</p>
Still fed up with PPI.
Doing okay at college.
Oh, fuck it, I'm going back to HTML.
Maybe I'll have a proper post tomorrow, if I'm not too deep in HTML. Or on Friday.
See y'all there!
Oh, and ETA - You can now 'react' to my posts! (this means you can say whether they're interesting or dull). So go and vote!
Friday, 5 October 2012
I Solved The Mystery!!!! :D
*Looks around expectantly to see if anyone claps or cheers*
*Nothing Happens*
Aww...
A load of Year 6 students in a classroom. A bald teacher talks to them. The students get on with their task.
A boy and I take it in turns to write a short sequence of numbers on a mini whiteboard. Then the person not writing then writes more figures that correlate with the pattern.
He writes, 200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...
I write, ...200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...
Later on in the lesson, we cover the nth term.
Ever since then, I have thought back to that sequence, wondering whether there was a way to express the general pattern of the sequence. But not enough to use Google.
And today, I found it at long last.
Now are you happy?
*Nothing Happens*
Aww...
A load of Year 6 students in a classroom. A bald teacher talks to them. The students get on with their task.
A boy and I take it in turns to write a short sequence of numbers on a mini whiteboard. Then the person not writing then writes more figures that correlate with the pattern.
He writes, 200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...
I write, ...200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...
Later on in the lesson, we cover the nth term.
Ever since then, I have thought back to that sequence, wondering whether there was a way to express the general pattern of the sequence. But not enough to use Google.
And today, I found it at long last.
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
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