...but I didn't, deal with it.
But I do hope you have a good New Year!
Yep, I just made an effort not really
-Hannah
Monday, 27 December 2010
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Mein Gott! It's amazing!
It's the night before the night before Christmas and I've FINALLY finished cleaning my room.
It took all day. *tired*
And I think the dust inhalation has given me a cough...
Ah well, c'est la vie!
-Hannah
It took all day. *tired*
And I think the dust inhalation has given me a cough...
Ah well, c'est la vie!
-Hannah
Saturday, 18 December 2010
100100100100100100100100100100100100100100100100
WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME to the real 100th Post Special!
This time round it has been planned out lovingly rather than being thrown together at random and with no thought at all (So much so, I typed it out on a Word Document. Yeah, I bet you’re impressed now)!
So without further ado, let's do something interesting!
Professor Layton and the Lost Future
The newest installment of the epic saga to be brought out in the UK, and I'm here to treat you to a review of it! (Hopefully, there will be no spoilers)
First of all, storyline. As with the first and second games, this game has a well thought out plot that manages to entertain the player and keep you interested in playing on. Once again, it manages to twist and turn in ways that are unexpected without becoming annoying or badly thought out. And again, the cinematic scenes you meet along the way are well animated and entertaining - certainly ones you'll want to watch again.
Secondly, puzzles. THE MOST important part of the game, since of course this is the main point of it all. I think they've finally found the balance - the puzzles vary in complexity without ever being stupidly hard or annoyingly easy. The difficulty of the later puzzles in the game is somewhere between that of the first and second - they're certainly solvable should you think for a while, but not so easy you finish in a heartbeat. They are well intertwined with the story, and don't seem as though they were just thrown in - "Oh, let's just chuck this one in here."
Certain puzzles were clearly constructed for the sole purpose of being placed in the story, rather than being selected from a list and being given pretty graphics (an example of a well fitted puzzle would certainly be "Slot Machine Gun", which on it's own is a good puzzle but also helps the story along). Of course, there are the odd miscellaneous puzzles thrown in and hidden in banana skins and what not (I kid you not, three banana skin puzzles!) but what would Professor Layton be without them huh?
Then of course there are the side challenges you can access through the trunk. Now these, these annoy me. Possibly just because two of them are just annoying for me, and the other is so easy it's unbelievable. However, since they don't actually need to be completed to progress with the storyline (though they do if you want to finish everything the game has to offer) this can be easily overlooked.
Finally, a quick poke at the progression of graphic and game play. Though not much has changed in terms of controls, it certainly seems a lot more evolved in terms of graphics and puzzle finding. This is probably a good way to approach it, I feel the controls are certainly fine as they are and the changes they have made are small but effective.
I would give you a rating for this game, buuuuuut I feel I might be slightly bias. So I'll give you a quick run down of whether or not you should buy:
This game revolves around puzzles. If you don't like them, steer clear.
That's all there is to say, apart from I love this game and I can't wait for number 4!
Yep, I really did just put a game review in the 100th post special. I did feel it was needed though, and I have done that sort of thing before...
SO, on with the...blog.
Muffins and Buckets
I recently took it upon myself to create a blog for the sole purpose of showcasing my "just for laughs" story: "I Love Thee Like A Bucket"
It revolves around the disappearance of a treasured bucket, and follows Marvin the Muffin Man, a baker chosen because of his supreme baking skills to cook muffins for the "Big Man" himself (yep, religious reference), as he searches to find the bucket and return it to it's rightful resting place before it falls into the wrong hands.
I may have just made it sound better than it actually is...
As I say, the story was produced for a laugh and should not be taken all that seriously. It does involve the personification of God, Satan and Jesus (plus I also harnessed Joan of Arc...'cause it just makes everything more awkward) but I'm trying my best not to skirmish their name and whatnot. But really, if you are really quite religious it may not be the one for you.
Hereeeee it is! http://i-love-thee-like-a-bucket.blogspot.com/
This time round it has been planned out lovingly rather than being thrown together at random and with no thought at all (So much so, I typed it out on a Word Document. Yeah, I bet you’re impressed now)!
So without further ado, let's do something interesting!
Professor Layton and the Lost Future
The newest installment of the epic saga to be brought out in the UK, and I'm here to treat you to a review of it! (Hopefully, there will be no spoilers)
First of all, storyline. As with the first and second games, this game has a well thought out plot that manages to entertain the player and keep you interested in playing on. Once again, it manages to twist and turn in ways that are unexpected without becoming annoying or badly thought out. And again, the cinematic scenes you meet along the way are well animated and entertaining - certainly ones you'll want to watch again.
Secondly, puzzles. THE MOST important part of the game, since of course this is the main point of it all. I think they've finally found the balance - the puzzles vary in complexity without ever being stupidly hard or annoyingly easy. The difficulty of the later puzzles in the game is somewhere between that of the first and second - they're certainly solvable should you think for a while, but not so easy you finish in a heartbeat. They are well intertwined with the story, and don't seem as though they were just thrown in - "Oh, let's just chuck this one in here."
Certain puzzles were clearly constructed for the sole purpose of being placed in the story, rather than being selected from a list and being given pretty graphics (an example of a well fitted puzzle would certainly be "Slot Machine Gun", which on it's own is a good puzzle but also helps the story along). Of course, there are the odd miscellaneous puzzles thrown in and hidden in banana skins and what not (I kid you not, three banana skin puzzles!) but what would Professor Layton be without them huh?
Then of course there are the side challenges you can access through the trunk. Now these, these annoy me. Possibly just because two of them are just annoying for me, and the other is so easy it's unbelievable. However, since they don't actually need to be completed to progress with the storyline (though they do if you want to finish everything the game has to offer) this can be easily overlooked.
Finally, a quick poke at the progression of graphic and game play. Though not much has changed in terms of controls, it certainly seems a lot more evolved in terms of graphics and puzzle finding. This is probably a good way to approach it, I feel the controls are certainly fine as they are and the changes they have made are small but effective.
I would give you a rating for this game, buuuuuut I feel I might be slightly bias. So I'll give you a quick run down of whether or not you should buy:
This game revolves around puzzles. If you don't like them, steer clear.
That's all there is to say, apart from I love this game and I can't wait for number 4!
Yep, I really did just put a game review in the 100th post special. I did feel it was needed though, and I have done that sort of thing before...
SO, on with the...blog.
Muffins and Buckets
I recently took it upon myself to create a blog for the sole purpose of showcasing my "just for laughs" story: "I Love Thee Like A Bucket"
It revolves around the disappearance of a treasured bucket, and follows Marvin the Muffin Man, a baker chosen because of his supreme baking skills to cook muffins for the "Big Man" himself (yep, religious reference), as he searches to find the bucket and return it to it's rightful resting place before it falls into the wrong hands.
I may have just made it sound better than it actually is...
As I say, the story was produced for a laugh and should not be taken all that seriously. It does involve the personification of God, Satan and Jesus (plus I also harnessed Joan of Arc...'cause it just makes everything more awkward) but I'm trying my best not to skirmish their name and whatnot. But really, if you are really quite religious it may not be the one for you.
Hereeeee it is! http://i-love-thee-like-a-bucket.blogspot.com/
(Also, a disclaimer: I do not own Seb, I'm borrowing with permission from one Natasha Pain.)
So, since I'm on a roll now I can now bring you an update as to my life in general.
Now, this post has been in the making quite some time, but since this last bit is actually relatively new, you're only getting an overview of recent events.
17th December
This is the day school ended on (yesterday), and so I went up to town with Ellie to...do something or other. After ringing Becka and meeting up unexpectedly with Tash, the four of us sat in Mc Donald's to wait for Ellie's friends from Farnbough. I'm going to skip the next 20 minutes because I don't want to go into rage mode again, but we ended up walking down the highstreet, severely annoyed at how condescending adults can be to people who aren't also adults. I bought them each a box of After Eights for Christmas and...not a lot else happened. Ellie's friends walked away shortly after departing McDonald's and we didn't see them after that.
18th December (today)
So I was woken up at 10 o'clock today. And there I was hoping my lie in would last longer. Turns out it's snowed again, which is aggravating since we really don't need/want it anymore because school isn't open anyway, added to the fact I should be going up to London on the train tomorrow with guides. And if it's cancelled for the second year in a row because of snow I will have a fit (a very quiet fit in my head, but a fit none the less)!
And that's...a brief update. I really am stuck as to what to put now, but I feel as though I'm letting you all down with this anticlimati- over it.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOWWWWWWWW!
Bye. And stuff.
-Hannah
P.S. I like your.......shoes
.
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
"Make 100 part 6" It's so exciting the sky got dandruff
It did snow! It's only 2 inches deep, and it's been here for the last two days. And it's starting to piss me off. The roads are already COVERED in black ice, the pavements are treacherous and it's cold. No wait...I like the cold, scratch that last.
I'm sorry for the horrible blurry pictures; my hand is as steady as a drunkard with Parkinson's.
The dog in the back garden
Just outside my house.
At least it's given me something to post about?
-Hannah
P.S. I'm buying the sky some Head & Shoulders, how much should I get?
BONUS! (that I really should save for next post - 100th!)
No dog, the snow is not food, and you can't pick it up like that.
(My mum is holding the camera, I'm the one throwing snowballs at the dog. Sorry for the audio cut outs, that's what happens when you zoom)
Monday, 29 November 2010
"Make 100 part 5" Off Track and Total Failure
Well, I was meant to have finished my "Make 100" project today.
As you can see, I haven't.
I've still got part 6 and then the 100th post, neither of which are going to be done tomorrow.
Screw it, I'll finish this when I want to.
I HAVE A LIFE INTERNET! YOU DO NOT OWN ME much
I have a French test tomorrow. God I hope it does snow. Actually, no I don't, because we'll probably have to go in anyway since it's important, plus that'll mean remembering it longer...
WISH ME LUCK!
-Hannah
P.S. I had a maths mock test today. I'm fairly confident I did well
As you can see, I haven't.
I've still got part 6 and then the 100th post, neither of which are going to be done tomorrow.
Screw it, I'll finish this when I want to.
I HAVE A LIFE INTERNET! YOU DO NOT OWN ME much
I have a French test tomorrow. God I hope it does snow. Actually, no I don't, because we'll probably have to go in anyway since it's important, plus that'll mean remembering it longer...
WISH ME LUCK!
-Hannah
P.S. I had a maths mock test today. I'm fairly confident I did well
Friday, 26 November 2010
"Make 100 part 4" Back on Track at number 97
I caught up with my posts- I mean...I was never behind! What are you on about!?
So today was Philippa's birthday! HAPPEH BIRTHDAY PHILIPPA MY AWESOME FRIEND!
We also went to "GCSE Science LIVE!" which was interesting and fun. I love science me.
The trip back was hilarious though.
So apart from Madeleine getting over protective of little Justin Bieber (arguing is fun, did I ever metion that?) I also had fun playing a little game I call...actually I don't really call it anything.
Basically, you say what you think the person on the outside of the bus it saying/thinking/doing in a funny accent it's plausible they might have and just generally take the piss out of what they're doing. My favourite was the phone box one; people seem to have unnatural and unhealthy obsessions with iconic red London phoneboxes.
"Did the picture take Nigel?"
*man outside shakes head*
"Well take another one!"
I was told by the person sitting in front of me that I was damn good at it *feels acomplished*
After we got out of London, I started on the accents. I was switching between accents, but then I ending up on a stereotypical air-head American girl (I think it was a Northern accent...I think).
GOD THAT WAS FUNNY but now my throat hurts because the voice was 1/2 an octave or so higher than my normal voice.
"Get back you your side of the Pacific" "Atlanic" "SHUT UP! Get back to your country stupid limey! You sound so nice and posh but you are ALL EVULLLLL! And yeah, I know we're in England. I'm going to the other side of the Pacif-" "Atlantic" SHUT UP! I'm going back to MY side of the Atlanis, because America is the land of hopes and dreams, and England is just a horrible rainy island and it SUUUUUCKS!"
All of the above is about the same as what I actually said (the "Atlanic"s I said in my normal voice.) Philippa was giggling like to tomorrow.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Good bye and the stuff
-Hannah
So today was Philippa's birthday! HAPPEH BIRTHDAY PHILIPPA MY AWESOME FRIEND!
We also went to "GCSE Science LIVE!" which was interesting and fun. I love science me.
The trip back was hilarious though.
So apart from Madeleine getting over protective of little Justin Bieber (arguing is fun, did I ever metion that?) I also had fun playing a little game I call...actually I don't really call it anything.
Basically, you say what you think the person on the outside of the bus it saying/thinking/doing in a funny accent it's plausible they might have and just generally take the piss out of what they're doing. My favourite was the phone box one; people seem to have unnatural and unhealthy obsessions with iconic red London phoneboxes.
"Did the picture take Nigel?"
*man outside shakes head*
"Well take another one!"
I was told by the person sitting in front of me that I was damn good at it *feels acomplished*
After we got out of London, I started on the accents. I was switching between accents, but then I ending up on a stereotypical air-head American girl (I think it was a Northern accent...I think).
GOD THAT WAS FUNNY but now my throat hurts because the voice was 1/2 an octave or so higher than my normal voice.
"Get back you your side of the Pacific" "Atlanic" "SHUT UP! Get back to your country stupid limey! You sound so nice and posh but you are ALL EVULLLLL! And yeah, I know we're in England. I'm going to the other side of the Pacif-" "Atlantic" SHUT UP! I'm going back to MY side of the Atlanis, because America is the land of hopes and dreams, and England is just a horrible rainy island and it SUUUUUCKS!"
All of the above is about the same as what I actually said (the "Atlanic"s I said in my normal voice.) Philippa was giggling like to tomorrow.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Good bye and the stuff
-Hannah
"Make 100 part 3" The epic saga continues
Blimey I hope I haven't miscounted the posts I need to do, otherwise I'll be kicking myself in the arse (and I can do that, 'cause I'm cool.)
WELCOME TO PART 3
IT IS THURSDAY (BELIEVE IT) I'M JUST TESTING MY TIME TRAVELLING ABILITIES.
Everyone in England has the ability to time travel after their 15th birthday.
Bet you didn't know that America!
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's my birthday!
I got some pretty awesome things:
-Professor Layton 3
-Michael McIntyre's autobiography
-Avatar (the long edition) and Alice in Wonderland on DVD
-An Abercrombie and Fitch top (which, considering I'm not really a designer clothes person, is really nice)
-A new blue scarf
-A new purse
-And shit loads of cash. I can't even begin to comprehend how generous people have been!
At school, Shannon and Philippa had set up three muffins, two with candles in, for each of us with a little sign saying "Happy Birthday" (it's Philippa's birthday "tomorrow", hence the two candles). To think, "yesterday" I was freaking out thinking they might do something embarrassing, but it was actually really nice of them!
After school I went out to Basingstoke to see HARRY POTTER 7!
I. Loved. It.
See. It.
Now.
Go. Out. Now.
See. It. Now.
(Subliminal messaging isn't subliminal. Comand is comanding)
I also bought Now 77, Paramore- Riot and Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War.
I love them.
-Hannah
P.S. I think dad'll like 30 Seconds. I'm going to attack him with it when he come back from Paris this weekend.
"Make 100 part 2" Your guide on how to fail epically.
Yes.
This post was supposed to be published on Wednesday.
No, I didn't post yesterday either.
Yes, I almost didn't post today either.
BUT LET'S JUST PRETEND LIKE THE THREE POSTS I'M GOING TO CREATE IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES WERE ALL POSTED ON SEPARATE DAYS 'KAY?!
*cough* Urm it's...Wednesday and...I just got back from Fleet Festivities/Gala Night.
And as if I wasn't already nervous about the dance, of course there was the added complication of another boy from my year being in my dance group.
So a good chunk of the girls from my year were watching. I really really really hope they didn't recognise me because I had my hair up. But I bet they did. I know at least two peopl- no wait, I found that out on Thursday. Nevermind.
I BET THEY DID, MAYBE THEY'LL LET ME KNOW TOMORROW IF THEY SO HAPPEN TO SEE ME.
T'was fun though. I feel like we screwed up certain parts though. Gaaaaaah.
-Hannah
P.S. Mummy didn't let me buy a flashing sword. I feel let down.
(Just kiddin', I love you. It's just those swords were EPIC)
This post was supposed to be published on Wednesday.
No, I didn't post yesterday either.
Yes, I almost didn't post today either.
BUT LET'S JUST PRETEND LIKE THE THREE POSTS I'M GOING TO CREATE IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES WERE ALL POSTED ON SEPARATE DAYS 'KAY?!
*cough* Urm it's...Wednesday and...I just got back from Fleet Festivities/Gala Night.
And as if I wasn't already nervous about the dance, of course there was the added complication of another boy from my year being in my dance group.
So a good chunk of the girls from my year were watching. I really really really hope they didn't recognise me because I had my hair up. But I bet they did. I know at least two peopl- no wait, I found that out on Thursday. Nevermind.
I BET THEY DID, MAYBE THEY'LL LET ME KNOW TOMORROW IF THEY SO HAPPEN TO SEE ME.
T'was fun though. I feel like we screwed up certain parts though. Gaaaaaah.
-Hannah
P.S. Mummy didn't let me buy a flashing sword. I feel let down.
(Just kiddin', I love you. It's just those swords were EPIC)
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
"Make 100 part 1" TO THE WRITING MACHINE! *epic noises*
Right, so as my good and awesome friend Becka has suggested, I'm going to try and write 6 blog posts by the end of this week. Then, for my REAL 100th post (seriously, I am such a fail) I can get some help from the friends who are coming to my birthday party this Sunday.
The good thing is I might actually have some content this week:
After that, the next post that comes up will be the 100th post - It'll tell you of my party and also whatever I come up with (I may take my phone and record some videos, but it's possible that won't be up for a while).
So that is the "Make 100" plan! As you can see this is part 1 of this plan, tomorrow offers part two (or at least I hope it will)
Adieu!
-Hannah. Banana. Her name sound kind' like spanner.
She can break into manors when the police aren't around.
She's lazy, but crazy! Details are sorta hazy,
But she's completely lackadaisy, so much that she'll astound!
*bows* I found that fun to write...
The good thing is I might actually have some content this week:
- Tomorrow I can just update something random (I'll tell you about MUN, there you go)
- My birthday is on Thursday AND I'm going to see Harry Potter 7 part1
- On Friday I'm going on a Science Live trip with school so I can tell you about that (damn, I've missed 2 Fridays in a row...)
- Saturday I will tell you of the joys of Philippa's party and
- Sunday I will post anything that pops into my head before I go to my own party.
After that, the next post that comes up will be the 100th post - It'll tell you of my party and also whatever I come up with (I may take my phone and record some videos, but it's possible that won't be up for a while).
So that is the "Make 100" plan! As you can see this is part 1 of this plan, tomorrow offers part two (or at least I hope it will)
Adieu!
-Hannah. Banana. Her name sound kind' like spanner.
She can break into manors when the police aren't around.
She's lazy, but crazy! Details are sorta hazy,
But she's completely lackadaisy, so much that she'll astound!
*bows* I found that fun to write...
Monday, 22 November 2010
How Splendiferous!
(random half arsed doodle is not only random but also half arsed)
This appears to be the 100th post.
I should have saved it for my birthday >.>
But who cares?!
It's time for the completely unplanned, spur of the moment 100th post SPECIAL! (with a capital "Q")
Yeah, I don't really have any content, so here's something Becka and I sort of typed on MSN 'nd stuff (wow this is crap, sorry):
Hannah Fowles says
Soooooooooo.....
Beckaa says
....
*dust ball*
Hannah Fowles says
*tumbleweed*
Beckaa says
*crickets
Hannah Fowles says
*cowboy music*
Beckaa says
*a c-c-c-c-combo breaker*
You knew I was going to do that.
Hannah Fowles says
This town ain't big enough for the two of us.
*srs face*
Beckaa says
this is srs bsns.
Why, then lets expand the town =D
Hannah Fowles says
Indeed.
Beckaa says
Or duel to the death
Hannah Fowles says
OH! An expansion! Was a splendiferous idea!
Beckaa says
Both are smashing ideas.
XD
Hannah Fowles says
I say an expansion what-what. You have to deal with a lot less of a prison sentence old bean.
Beckaa says
Quite. Well, I say. All this talk of expansion has made me quite parched. What say you we slake our thirst with some Tea?
This feels like Animal crossing.
Hannah Fowles says
That is indeed what I was thinking old bean. This reminds me, it has been such a long time since I have played on that charming game.
And yes, tea sounds splendid.
Beckaa says
^.^
Hannah Fowles says
^-^
Beckaa says
I think I may start writing a blog.....
Hannah Fowles says
WOO!
You must link it to me, especially if it's on blogger.
Beckaa says
If I do ^.^
I'll have two. An awesome sauce blog, and an 'I hate people mode' blog
Hannah Fowles says
Sweet
Beckaa says
I like to separate the happeh from the sad. My antisocial thoughts can stay on depressing page
So................... How be thou.
Hannah Fowles says
I be good, how be thou?
Beckaa says
I be good.
Hannah Fowles says
Splendid
Beckaa says
Smashing.
Hannah Fowles says
Brilliant
Beckaa says
Super. (special awesome)
Hannah Fowles says
Superb
Have you noticed that the majority of stereotypical British adjectives that have a similar meaning to "good" begin with an "s"?
*waits for the inevitable*
Beckaa says
XD
Hannah Fowles says
*is tired of waiting*
Beckaa says
Spiffing!
Hannah Fowles says
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER
Beckaa says
Noooo!
Hannah Fowles says
*insane laughter*
Beckaa says
...Shit
Hannah Fowles says
Lul
Beckaa says
Lal.
Notice it began with S
Hannah Fowles says
Yes.
But it isn't the equivalent of "good" now is it?
Beckaa says
Well, we just have sweet words.
Hannah Fowles says
Sweet...
XD
Beckaa says
I know
Hannah Fowles says
XDDD
Beckaa says
Pretty dang sweer
As well.
Hannah Fowles says
Serendipity!
Beckaa says
LOLZ
Hannah Fowles says
Which I think means how you describe finding something you weren't looking for/didn't expect.
Beckaa says
Mmmmn. Quite.
Sauceome. XD
Hannah Fowles says
Mhm
XD
Saucy
Which is how you describe a dish with a lot of sauce on it.
Beckaa says
Sweependus.
Something which is stupendously sweet.
Hannah Fowles says
O.O
Scones
Beckaa says
*love*
Science.
Hannah Fowles says
Bloody hell yes O.O
Beckaa says
Scetch! =D
...
Surds *minimathschuckle*
Hannah Fowles says
*is totally not copying this onto her blog for a 100th post special*
Beckaa says
This makes the 100th post special! I'm honoured.
Hannah Fowles says
=D
Beckaa says
Tis 'S'pecial!
Hannah Fowles says
OMG YES
And that is that! Now, I must think of other thing to place upon this special blog post...
Eh....
Urm....
No, can't be arsed!
And that was your amazingly special Special!
*bows*
Night n' the stuff!
-Hannah
(P.S. This post was also made special by the obsessive use of formatting and the purrty picture at the top. Awe at its special-ness)
OMG IMPORTANT AND THE STUFF:
Yeah, apparently blogger counts drafts as "posts".
So HAPPY 93RD POST EVERYONE *shot*
Friday, 19 November 2010
Oh Hello There
Philippa Gibbons, you stalked my deviantArt to find this I presuuuuuuuuume.
GO ON YOU! =D
...
XD
-Hannah
(Yeah, this post was irrelevant to everyone else. But that's just how I roll.)
GO ON YOU! =D
...
XD
-Hannah
(Yeah, this post was irrelevant to everyone else. But that's just how I roll.)
Thursday, 11 November 2010
We had another GCSE Science Module today: Biology 1A and 1B
It was easier than I thought it would be.
I get so damn worked up over these things...
Also, I'm creating a new blog so I can post "I Love Thee Like a Bucket" in an easy place to read.
I'll link it in my next blog, should anyone come across this...
It was easier than I thought it would be.
I get so damn worked up over these things...
Also, I'm creating a new blog so I can post "I Love Thee Like a Bucket" in an easy place to read.
I'll link it in my next blog, should anyone come across this...
Thursday, 4 November 2010
LALALALALA
I have a great lack of things to write about.
I'm sure something will come to meeeeeeeee-oh!
First of a series of six weeks of hockey in PE lessons at school was today.
GAH! I forgot that people wouldn't be all that good.
And because they're unexperienced, Miss made us play really strict positions so we wouldn't crowd into one place.
Still, it was fun. I scored one goal from the left and nearly managed to score another (no one would have seen it coming, they all though it was going off. THE POWER OF REVERSE STICK!!!)
I'm also taking part in the upper-school play: Widows by Ariel Doffman (or someone with a similar name...).
I'm one of the narrators; I LIKE BEING A NARRATOR!
We actually started rehersal at the beginning of term, and the performance is in January!
GO US!
-Hannah
I'm sure something will come to meeeeeeeee-oh!
First of a series of six weeks of hockey in PE lessons at school was today.
GAH! I forgot that people wouldn't be all that good.
And because they're unexperienced, Miss made us play really strict positions so we wouldn't crowd into one place.
Still, it was fun. I scored one goal from the left and nearly managed to score another (no one would have seen it coming, they all though it was going off. THE POWER OF REVERSE STICK!!!)
I'm also taking part in the upper-school play: Widows by Ariel Doffman (or someone with a similar name...).
I'm one of the narrators; I LIKE BEING A NARRATOR!
We actually started rehersal at the beginning of term, and the performance is in January!
GO US!
-Hannah
Sunday, 17 October 2010
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world,
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world.
Oh, all that I know,
There's nothing here to run from,
And there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.
-Don't Panic by Coldplay.
I've just come back from my grandad's; he lives in Broadstairs (around 2 minutes from the sea if you walk). It was great to see the family; they all live a long way away from us.
But it's FREEZING at home now
I'm wearing gloves and my brilliantly warm "Make Tea not War" hoodie.
I am so cool. (Unfortunately)
-Hannah
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world,
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world.
Oh, all that I know,
There's nothing here to run from,
And there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.
-Don't Panic by Coldplay.
I've just come back from my grandad's; he lives in Broadstairs (around 2 minutes from the sea if you walk). It was great to see the family; they all live a long way away from us.
But it's FREEZING at home now
I'm wearing gloves and my brilliantly warm "Make Tea not War" hoodie.
I am so cool. (Unfortunately)
-Hannah
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Hands Up If We're Losing It
I made a spider cry today. I broke it's web by accident and I think it was its favourite because it curled up on the hedge and started crying. I apologised so many times and it was still sobbing and I feel really bad V.V
And Philippa was a unicorn, and we hid 5 nixies in the tree.
But then Steve, he's my dragon friend by the way, flew overhead. He made me feel slightly better, but then I remembered I'd forgotten his third dragon (1 dragon year = 100 human) birthday was next week, and I've NEVER forgotten to get him a present before. On his second I got him an awesome claw shiner, and he loved it. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GET HIIIIIIIM.
But what if he hates me too? I can't deal with that!
The spider AND Steve (and those foreign bastards, Francis and Alfred I think? Meh, who cares about them)?
DON'T LAUGH DAMN!
THIS IS SRS BZNS
Oh god oh god ohgod oh-
I'VE GOT IT! *magical brainwave*
I shall get him the rainbows
And maybe I'll get one for the spider.
And maybeh one for Ellie and Becka too =D
Anyway, I shall find the little spider and give him a rainbow, then maybe he will not hate me so much.
I think that maybe one day I shall give rainbows to all the other nations too, apart from those bastards I mentioned earlier, so I shall have MANY ALLIES. Then we kick America and France's arse >3<
This is something I truely, no word of a lie, said today on MSN. There were certain sentences I got rid of because they relied on emoticons to make them work. There was a point were I gave Becka and Ellie rainbows and we coloured our sheep with them (long story, don't ask).
This isn't actually all that random though.
This is something I really did. Sort of.
I did destory a spider's web and then I watched it "cry"
I discussed as to "how many nixies could we fit in that tree"
I made Philippa a unicorn since she was hoarse. Bad puns.
I then made a dragon fly over our heads, and I told Philippa his name was Steve, and that he was three dragon years old and I had known him all that time. And gave him birthday AND christmas cards since he was such a good friend. "I celebrate his birthday in human years too" I said "but he only gets presents on dragon birthdays.
Before I left I went to the spider to see if it was still sad. It was. I said I would find him something to make up for it.
I chose rainbows. They make everything better.
-Hannah
And Philippa was a unicorn, and we hid 5 nixies in the tree.
But then Steve, he's my dragon friend by the way, flew overhead. He made me feel slightly better, but then I remembered I'd forgotten his third dragon (1 dragon year = 100 human) birthday was next week, and I've NEVER forgotten to get him a present before. On his second I got him an awesome claw shiner, and he loved it. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GET HIIIIIIIM.
But what if he hates me too? I can't deal with that!
The spider AND Steve (and those foreign bastards, Francis and Alfred I think? Meh, who cares about them)?
DON'T LAUGH DAMN!
THIS IS SRS BZNS
Oh god oh god ohgod oh-
I'VE GOT IT! *magical brainwave*
I shall get him the rainbows
And maybe I'll get one for the spider.
And maybeh one for Ellie and Becka too =D
Anyway, I shall find the little spider and give him a rainbow, then maybe he will not hate me so much.
I think that maybe one day I shall give rainbows to all the other nations too, apart from those bastards I mentioned earlier, so I shall have MANY ALLIES. Then we kick America and France's arse >3<
This is something I truely, no word of a lie, said today on MSN. There were certain sentences I got rid of because they relied on emoticons to make them work. There was a point were I gave Becka and Ellie rainbows and we coloured our sheep with them (long story, don't ask).
This isn't actually all that random though.
This is something I really did. Sort of.
I did destory a spider's web and then I watched it "cry"
I discussed as to "how many nixies could we fit in that tree"
I made Philippa a unicorn since she was hoarse. Bad puns.
I then made a dragon fly over our heads, and I told Philippa his name was Steve, and that he was three dragon years old and I had known him all that time. And gave him birthday AND christmas cards since he was such a good friend. "I celebrate his birthday in human years too" I said "but he only gets presents on dragon birthdays.
Before I left I went to the spider to see if it was still sad. It was. I said I would find him something to make up for it.
I chose rainbows. They make everything better.
-Hannah
Friday, 24 September 2010
Slowly Losing the Little Faith I Have in Humanity
I'm trying to decide whether or not my friend were being rasicst to one another, or they were just joking around.
It's hard to decide tone when reading a facebook status, but I assume that since neither of them have block each other or erased the messages that they're kidding.
But I'm still never going to talk to either of them in the same way ever again.
Especially one of them, who went a lot further than the other.
I'm a person who easily turns to dislike a person for things they do to others.
I have certainly swivelled in that direction with these two.
No names and no quotes though, incase somehow against all odds one of them reads this.
Ta-ta!
-Hannah
It's hard to decide tone when reading a facebook status, but I assume that since neither of them have block each other or erased the messages that they're kidding.
But I'm still never going to talk to either of them in the same way ever again.
Especially one of them, who went a lot further than the other.
I'm a person who easily turns to dislike a person for things they do to others.
I have certainly swivelled in that direction with these two.
No names and no quotes though, incase somehow against all odds one of them reads this.
Ta-ta!
-Hannah
Friday, 17 September 2010
I saw those lights again. The ones in the sky? You told me they were called stars brother, you said they were always there. How is it that it's been years since they last came brother? I love to see them shine. Why is it they visit so little, only to shine upon us for a few hours?
I saw that orb again. That one in the sky? You told me it was called the moon sister, and that it was there just like the stars - eternally. I see that every night sister. Why did brother lie sister? Why do the stars not come with the moon? Why does it not shine upon me every night?
Why is it so dark?
If you get what the meaning I was trying to put into that was, I will love you forever and send virtual cookies. If you are reading this, then I will still love you forever.
Anyone reading this makes my day, even if you don't tell me about it...
Adieu
-Hannah
I saw that orb again. That one in the sky? You told me it was called the moon sister, and that it was there just like the stars - eternally. I see that every night sister. Why did brother lie sister? Why do the stars not come with the moon? Why does it not shine upon me every night?
Why is it so dark?
If you get what the meaning I was trying to put into that was, I will love you forever and send virtual cookies. If you are reading this, then I will still love you forever.
Anyone reading this makes my day, even if you don't tell me about it...
Adieu
-Hannah
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Oh Poo (Happy 90th post! STILL NO WATCHERS HECK YEAH!)
I'm starting to think I might have asthma. Because the is a difference between being out of breath and not actually being able to breathe...
I think.
I STILL LOVE THIS HOCKEY TRAINING! Even if we have to hold our sticks in a way that's just downright awkward. I'm sure we'll all get used to it X3
Also, 90th post! Should I feel proud or just sad that I spend this much time typing to no one >.>
HECK YEAH, YOU KNOW I'M PROUD!
I'm such a nerd (proud of that too) =3
- Hannah, over and out!
P.S. I have technically got one person watching, but it doesn't count since she's
1) My friend and
2) Does use this site anymore
But I can deal with being a virtual loner >3<'
I think.
I STILL LOVE THIS HOCKEY TRAINING! Even if we have to hold our sticks in a way that's just downright awkward. I'm sure we'll all get used to it X3
Also, 90th post! Should I feel proud or just sad that I spend this much time typing to no one >.>
HECK YEAH, YOU KNOW I'M PROUD!
I'm such a nerd (proud of that too) =3
- Hannah, over and out!
P.S. I have technically got one person watching, but it doesn't count since she's
1) My friend and
2) Does use this site anymore
But I can deal with being a virtual loner >3<'
Friday, 10 September 2010
Unrelated Title is Unrelated
I guess jumping in at the deep end just wasn't my thing
So here's me paddlin' back to the shallows
I'm just so fed up of my head being under
And I urm...can't think of a last line...
It's Friday, it's evening, and I've now finished my first week back at school!
It's my first full GCSE year!
HECK YEAH!
Though I have already done Physics 1 and Chemistry 1 (Four tests, all A*s baby *happy dance*)
And THAT
Is all I have to say for myself.
-Hannah
So here's me paddlin' back to the shallows
I'm just so fed up of my head being under
And I urm...can't think of a last line...
It's Friday, it's evening, and I've now finished my first week back at school!
It's my first full GCSE year!
HECK YEAH!
Though I have already done Physics 1 and Chemistry 1 (Four tests, all A*s baby *happy dance*)
And THAT
Is all I have to say for myself.
-Hannah
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Realisation
Today, I realised something incredibly surreal about the way life works.
If I were to die, and people then read this blog...well...pretty much all of them would have no clue right? Someone could be sitting at home, reading these words I so rashly type without really thinking them through, and I could be six-feet-under or just mere ashes.
It's sobering.
I guess that death has never really seemed like a real thing to me. It's something that only seems to happen to other people, and that I'm just a spectator, and that I always will be.
We see it happen, I see it happen on the news, read about it in the papers, hear stories through friends, experience family members passing, and yet I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that one day my own consciousness will be snuffed out.
It's like some sort of sever denial, which only leads me to think that maybe something's not right about me. I don't know, I hate pouring out my deeper thoughts onto the internet. Everything I say or do online is normally some shallow crap I write to make other people smile, or to try and provent other people from wiping those same smiles off others faces.
Because, and I know this is going to sound like I'm either crazy or weird, I love nothing better than to see people happier than I am. Simple as that. It's not that I like being sad, I just want others to enjoy their lives. As I wrote just a few lines above, the thought of my own death is alien to me, it's like some stupid myth that my mind tells me will never come around.
But I know it will.
Even if it doesn't seem real yet.
-Hannah
"I got as close to nowhere as I could get and found out that it was more of a place than anywhere I've been in a long time." – Hank Green
"I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save... Who died and made you king of anything?" - Sara Bareilles (King of Anything)
"People just don't like to believe in something they can't see unless it's a God they themselves created," - ?
Don't Panic
If I were to die, and people then read this blog...well...pretty much all of them would have no clue right? Someone could be sitting at home, reading these words I so rashly type without really thinking them through, and I could be six-feet-under or just mere ashes.
It's sobering.
I guess that death has never really seemed like a real thing to me. It's something that only seems to happen to other people, and that I'm just a spectator, and that I always will be.
We see it happen, I see it happen on the news, read about it in the papers, hear stories through friends, experience family members passing, and yet I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that one day my own consciousness will be snuffed out.
It's like some sort of sever denial, which only leads me to think that maybe something's not right about me. I don't know, I hate pouring out my deeper thoughts onto the internet. Everything I say or do online is normally some shallow crap I write to make other people smile, or to try and provent other people from wiping those same smiles off others faces.
Because, and I know this is going to sound like I'm either crazy or weird, I love nothing better than to see people happier than I am. Simple as that. It's not that I like being sad, I just want others to enjoy their lives. As I wrote just a few lines above, the thought of my own death is alien to me, it's like some stupid myth that my mind tells me will never come around.
But I know it will.
Even if it doesn't seem real yet.
-Hannah
"I got as close to nowhere as I could get and found out that it was more of a place than anywhere I've been in a long time." – Hank Green
"I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save... Who died and made you king of anything?" - Sara Bareilles (King of Anything)
"People just don't like to believe in something they can't see unless it's a God they themselves created," - ?
Don't Panic
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
deviantArt Doesn't Like Me Right Now...
So I'm going to submit my new art here today! Hereeeeeee we GO!
Woot! Realism! These aren't the only eyes I drew, but they're the best. The order I drew them (including ones not shown here) are (left to right): 1, 3, 2, 5
I like the top two the best
A doodle page I did yesterday. The image in the top left has been recoloured on the computer now, and it's posted below.
Top left: Maria + Dmitri
Top right: Lima
Left, second from top: Up (the cake is a lie!)
Bottom: Some random comic involving America insulting England's cooking, then England bashing his face in >3<
(No offence my amazing American friends, I love yooouuu)
Another doodle page, all of them done in my two hour shift at the library when I had nothing to do.
A digital colouring of a character sketch I did at school. Evidence suggests I can't draw straight lines.
Another design done the same way as above, only this one is older. But I like this one better >3<
Finished this one TODAY maybe 20 minutes ago. This is how I learnt deviantArt isn't letting me upload (stupid bloody...*murmur murmur*). Also, Lima isn't really meant to be interacting with the background, hence the reason it looks like she's floating...
I'm so flipping proud of this one!
Toodles!
-Hannah
Woot! Realism! These aren't the only eyes I drew, but they're the best. The order I drew them (including ones not shown here) are (left to right): 1, 3, 2, 5
I like the top two the best
A doodle page I did yesterday. The image in the top left has been recoloured on the computer now, and it's posted below.
Top left: Maria + Dmitri
Top right: Lima
Left, second from top: Up (the cake is a lie!)
Bottom: Some random comic involving America insulting England's cooking, then England bashing his face in >3<
(No offence my amazing American friends, I love yooouuu)
Another doodle page, all of them done in my two hour shift at the library when I had nothing to do.
A digital colouring of a character sketch I did at school. Evidence suggests I can't draw straight lines.
Another design done the same way as above, only this one is older. But I like this one better >3<
Finished this one TODAY maybe 20 minutes ago. This is how I learnt deviantArt isn't letting me upload (stupid bloody...*murmur murmur*). Also, Lima isn't really meant to be interacting with the background, hence the reason it looks like she's floating...
I'm so flipping proud of this one!
Toodles!
-Hannah
Saturday, 21 August 2010
And THAT is why children irk me!
Dear Lord, that had to be the most annoying shift at the library I have EVER had to experience.
Okay, backstory time:
I'm not what you'd call a "people person". I'm not very sociable, I prefer to hang out with a small group of close friends and I don't make new friends easily. I can talk to people, but I'm always at a loss for what to talk about but I feel the need to have a long conversation because otherwise it feels awkward. Starting and ending conversations is a difficult thing for me to get my head round. Also, due to my rather twisted and cynical sense of humour, I find it hard to converse about a lot of topics. Despite me being a girl, I find it neigh impossible to talk about make-up and boys and whatever, because I find them all together rather stupid topics to be filling ones time with. Thus, my small group of friends who have similar interests to me. No, they aren't all in the same mindset about people as I am, but I get along with them.
Despite to my lack of "people person"-lyness, I don't like strangers to think of me as impolite or hateful. Sure, I can throw the odd angry insult at people I know, but strangers I can't deal with like that. I feel that if I anger them it will one day come back and bite me in the arse.
So I prefer to act kindly around others, and especially children. Now, this is slightly problematic. Young children like to have their own way, and being the person that I am I find it difficult to say no or at least discourage them. Thus, my supreme hatred of those much younger than me, and my mild dislike for those who I am 2-3 years senior to, and my extreme discomfort around those my age.
Now you know my mental state, I'll let you know what transpired today.
*flashback noises*
I was sitting in my little booth having just arrived for my two hour shift. During this summer, I'm working on the reading challenge booth, aimed at people 5-11. I can normally deal with myself feeling uncomfortable though, since I only have to talk for a few minutes and what I have to say is pretty much routine.
But today it was different. Today was apparently "let-two-young-girls-wander-aimlessly-around-and-then-let-them-attach-themselves-to-the-person-who-is-most-uncomfortable-around-them-while-you-enjoy-not-caring-what-the-shit-they-do" day.
The first one to come over was bad enough. She looked about three, and she spoke in a slightly slurred way that made it neigh impossible to understand what she was saying. I caught the words "card" "pencil" and "draw" as single word sentences, so I had no clue what she was going on about. She was still there when girl no.2 came over. She was four, her name was Daniella.
She began talking to the girl already there like she was her sister, so I assumed she was. They were both too young to start the reading challenge, so I continued to doodle in my book whilst they conversed. Then, the woman who I assumed was the mother of both these children came over. She was mildly distracted by my drawing ("Did you just draw that?" "Urm, yes" "No! Really? It's good" "T-thank you" Another thing I'm easily flustered over, flattery. However much I want people to see my drawings, I hate them commenting that they're good. I'm such a contradicary little fart). Then she began talking to Daniella, who then walked away with her. Girl no.1 was still there though. She was there for another 10 minutes before her actual mum, an Indian woman, came and took her away.
On the outside, I smiled and said "Byyeee" like the flustered hermit that I am.
On the inside, I punched the air with joy and did my little triumph dance.
Then. It happened.
Episode 2: Return of the Daniella
My instant thoughts were "Bugger" and my instant words probably would have been the same if the girl hadn't been, not only young but another freaking person.
She hung around my booth.
And sat in my chair (HOW?!?! *does not comprehend*)
And fiddled with pencils.
AND SCRIBBLED IN MY BOOK!
And asked stupid questions, mostly consisting of "Why?"
FOR AN HOUR!
I can't deal with normal, pleasant people for more than 5 minutes if I don't know them, but...but...gah!
At least I had some comfort in knowing this was a regular occurrence for the workers here, and that I was actually quite lucky not to have come across her before. Apparently I dealt rather well with her, which I quietly agreed with, since I could have happily grabbed her ear and frog-marched her over to her mother.
Seriously. Gosh.
Also, on another annoying note, they've dubbed the first season of Hetalia in English and they're releasing it on DVD.
I saw the world conference clip on YouTube, and I am going to STRANGLE whoever cast this thing! If you are a fan, and have not yet seen this monstrosity, search "funimation hetalia" on YouTube and click on the World Conference one. Most of them are region blocked, but there are enough that aren't that make you want to strangle something.
I did find a non-region-blocked version of the one where France interrupts England strangling America, only to insult their uniforms. That one was the only one that made me feel slightly happy, just because of context.
I'm sorry, but the words "when you two are quite finished relieving sexual tension we 'ave a meeting to get on with" in a french accent made me giggle, until I realised he was talking about England and America and that neither of them even commented on the "sexual tension" part and my blood started boiling. You know, France is the only one with a fitting voice in my opinion.
England sounds like a poof, and I'd bet good money on the fact that his voice actor is American and putting on an accent, like most of the others so obviously are.
Okay, rant time over, enjoy your day!
-A rather dishevelled Hannah
Okay, backstory time:
I'm not what you'd call a "people person". I'm not very sociable, I prefer to hang out with a small group of close friends and I don't make new friends easily. I can talk to people, but I'm always at a loss for what to talk about but I feel the need to have a long conversation because otherwise it feels awkward. Starting and ending conversations is a difficult thing for me to get my head round. Also, due to my rather twisted and cynical sense of humour, I find it hard to converse about a lot of topics. Despite me being a girl, I find it neigh impossible to talk about make-up and boys and whatever, because I find them all together rather stupid topics to be filling ones time with. Thus, my small group of friends who have similar interests to me. No, they aren't all in the same mindset about people as I am, but I get along with them.
Despite to my lack of "people person"-lyness, I don't like strangers to think of me as impolite or hateful. Sure, I can throw the odd angry insult at people I know, but strangers I can't deal with like that. I feel that if I anger them it will one day come back and bite me in the arse.
So I prefer to act kindly around others, and especially children. Now, this is slightly problematic. Young children like to have their own way, and being the person that I am I find it difficult to say no or at least discourage them. Thus, my supreme hatred of those much younger than me, and my mild dislike for those who I am 2-3 years senior to, and my extreme discomfort around those my age.
Now you know my mental state, I'll let you know what transpired today.
*flashback noises*
I was sitting in my little booth having just arrived for my two hour shift. During this summer, I'm working on the reading challenge booth, aimed at people 5-11. I can normally deal with myself feeling uncomfortable though, since I only have to talk for a few minutes and what I have to say is pretty much routine.
But today it was different. Today was apparently "let-two-young-girls-wander-aimlessly-around-and-then-let-them-attach-themselves-to-the-person-who-is-most-uncomfortable-around-them-while-you-enjoy-not-caring-what-the-shit-they-do" day.
The first one to come over was bad enough. She looked about three, and she spoke in a slightly slurred way that made it neigh impossible to understand what she was saying. I caught the words "card" "pencil" and "draw" as single word sentences, so I had no clue what she was going on about. She was still there when girl no.2 came over. She was four, her name was Daniella.
She began talking to the girl already there like she was her sister, so I assumed she was. They were both too young to start the reading challenge, so I continued to doodle in my book whilst they conversed. Then, the woman who I assumed was the mother of both these children came over. She was mildly distracted by my drawing ("Did you just draw that?" "Urm, yes" "No! Really? It's good" "T-thank you" Another thing I'm easily flustered over, flattery. However much I want people to see my drawings, I hate them commenting that they're good. I'm such a contradicary little fart). Then she began talking to Daniella, who then walked away with her. Girl no.1 was still there though. She was there for another 10 minutes before her actual mum, an Indian woman, came and took her away.
On the outside, I smiled and said "Byyeee" like the flustered hermit that I am.
On the inside, I punched the air with joy and did my little triumph dance.
Then. It happened.
Episode 2: Return of the Daniella
My instant thoughts were "Bugger" and my instant words probably would have been the same if the girl hadn't been, not only young but another freaking person.
She hung around my booth.
And sat in my chair (HOW?!?! *does not comprehend*)
And fiddled with pencils.
AND SCRIBBLED IN MY BOOK!
And asked stupid questions, mostly consisting of "Why?"
FOR AN HOUR!
I can't deal with normal, pleasant people for more than 5 minutes if I don't know them, but...but...gah!
At least I had some comfort in knowing this was a regular occurrence for the workers here, and that I was actually quite lucky not to have come across her before. Apparently I dealt rather well with her, which I quietly agreed with, since I could have happily grabbed her ear and frog-marched her over to her mother.
Seriously. Gosh.
Also, on another annoying note, they've dubbed the first season of Hetalia in English and they're releasing it on DVD.
I saw the world conference clip on YouTube, and I am going to STRANGLE whoever cast this thing! If you are a fan, and have not yet seen this monstrosity, search "funimation hetalia" on YouTube and click on the World Conference one. Most of them are region blocked, but there are enough that aren't that make you want to strangle something.
I did find a non-region-blocked version of the one where France interrupts England strangling America, only to insult their uniforms. That one was the only one that made me feel slightly happy, just because of context.
I'm sorry, but the words "when you two are quite finished relieving sexual tension we 'ave a meeting to get on with" in a french accent made me giggle, until I realised he was talking about England and America and that neither of them even commented on the "sexual tension" part and my blood started boiling. You know, France is the only one with a fitting voice in my opinion.
England sounds like a poof, and I'd bet good money on the fact that his voice actor is American and putting on an accent, like most of the others so obviously are.
Okay, rant time over, enjoy your day!
-A rather dishevelled Hannah
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Leviathan - Scott Westerfeld
Blurb:
TWO OPPOSING FORCES ON THE BRINK OF WAR
The Clankers, who put their faith in machinery, are squaring up to the Darwinists, who have begun evolving living creatures into tools.
Price Aleksander, the would-be heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, comes from a family of Clankers, and travels the country in a walker, a heavily-fortified tank on legs.
Deryn Sharp, a girl disguised as a boy, works for the British Empire, crewing an airship made of living animals - the ultimate flying machine.
Now, as Alek runs from his own people, and Deryn crash-lands in enemy territory, their lives are about to collide...
I'm sorry, but if that blurb didn't grab you, you're nuts.
So I bought this book earlier this week, along with the third Hitchhiker's. I started reading it a couple of hours ago because I finished H2G23. I'm already a third of the way through and I am LOVING IT! It's brilliant!
Okay, I'm not going to tell you exactly what happens, but here's a run down:
Basically, the run up to World War 1, only in an alternate universe with only slightly edited events and crazy-contraptions everywhere!
Well, so far it's the run up, Archduke Franz Ferdinand (though I don't think his name is specified so far) and his wife Sophie have been killed in Sarajevo. Austro-Hungary, Germany, Russia and Serbia have already been drawn into war so far.
But it's really creative, the contraptions they get around in, the storyline and the amazing illustrations courtesy of Keith Thompson! Normally books aimed at this age group don't have images as such, but this time I think they're good; they help you envision the mechanics of everything, the characters and settings but there is still plenty to imagine and in fact helps you imagine the movement of everything and keeps the story moving somehow. I think they're useful because of the irregularity of the things in this book and the illustrations make sure you're not envisioning something completely wrong and getting confused later on.
I think it's a brilliant book, and it's been out over a year now so if you don't fancy buying it then you should borrow it from a local library. It's about adventure and action, not history, so you don't need to know exactly how the world war panned out and whatnot. It's so fast flowing I barely realised I'd read 150 pages already, and when I told myself to read to the end of the page I ended up at the end of the chapter! So worth a try, definitely!
-Hannah
PS. I searched the net for the book and I found the website. IT'S GONNA BE A SERIES SOON! Book 2 comes out the 5th of October! *dances* Sweetness!
Also, here is a link to the web page --> http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/books/leviathan/
TWO OPPOSING FORCES ON THE BRINK OF WAR
The Clankers, who put their faith in machinery, are squaring up to the Darwinists, who have begun evolving living creatures into tools.
Price Aleksander, the would-be heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, comes from a family of Clankers, and travels the country in a walker, a heavily-fortified tank on legs.
Deryn Sharp, a girl disguised as a boy, works for the British Empire, crewing an airship made of living animals - the ultimate flying machine.
Now, as Alek runs from his own people, and Deryn crash-lands in enemy territory, their lives are about to collide...
I'm sorry, but if that blurb didn't grab you, you're nuts.
So I bought this book earlier this week, along with the third Hitchhiker's. I started reading it a couple of hours ago because I finished H2G23. I'm already a third of the way through and I am LOVING IT! It's brilliant!
Okay, I'm not going to tell you exactly what happens, but here's a run down:
Basically, the run up to World War 1, only in an alternate universe with only slightly edited events and crazy-contraptions everywhere!
Well, so far it's the run up, Archduke Franz Ferdinand (though I don't think his name is specified so far) and his wife Sophie have been killed in Sarajevo. Austro-Hungary, Germany, Russia and Serbia have already been drawn into war so far.
But it's really creative, the contraptions they get around in, the storyline and the amazing illustrations courtesy of Keith Thompson! Normally books aimed at this age group don't have images as such, but this time I think they're good; they help you envision the mechanics of everything, the characters and settings but there is still plenty to imagine and in fact helps you imagine the movement of everything and keeps the story moving somehow. I think they're useful because of the irregularity of the things in this book and the illustrations make sure you're not envisioning something completely wrong and getting confused later on.
I think it's a brilliant book, and it's been out over a year now so if you don't fancy buying it then you should borrow it from a local library. It's about adventure and action, not history, so you don't need to know exactly how the world war panned out and whatnot. It's so fast flowing I barely realised I'd read 150 pages already, and when I told myself to read to the end of the page I ended up at the end of the chapter! So worth a try, definitely!
-Hannah
PS. I searched the net for the book and I found the website. IT'S GONNA BE A SERIES SOON! Book 2 comes out the 5th of October! *dances* Sweetness!
Also, here is a link to the web page --> http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/books/leviathan/
Saturday, 14 August 2010
New Definition for "English Summer" please? 'Kthx
URGH! It's raining again!
I know it's England and it's a wet country, but seriously? It's the middle of freaking August!
It's been a very wet week this week, nothing but rain... and I swear I just heard thunder...
This summer has had basically no sun at all apart from a couple of weeks before school ended. Now there is nothing but rain rain RAIN!
And I think my dog just started barking at it.
-Hannah
P.S. English summers, at least in the south, are normally quite warm. So there.
I know it's England and it's a wet country, but seriously? It's the middle of freaking August!
It's been a very wet week this week, nothing but rain... and I swear I just heard thunder...
This summer has had basically no sun at all apart from a couple of weeks before school ended. Now there is nothing but rain rain RAIN!
And I think my dog just started barking at it.
-Hannah
P.S. English summers, at least in the south, are normally quite warm. So there.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Arthur Black - Because You're Worth It
Arthur on a lovely Sunday Morning XD
I originally posted this on deviantArt in Sepia, but since then I have added glasses because I realised how much it looked like him and removed the failish background shading.
I originally posted this on deviantArt in Sepia, but since then I have added glasses because I realised how much it looked like him and removed the failish background shading.
And this is a far more ruffled Arthur who has just had his favourite stick stolen from him by Jasper who didn't appreciate being poked in the back. (Talk about exchanging of roles >.>)
I like second Arthur XD
I like second Arthur XD
-Hannah
Why O' Why Did the Little Rabbit Die?
...The Little Rabbit died because his house was on fire. *musical note*
Just a little thought for the day.
Have a super special awesome one?
-Hannah
P.S. Can I just ask, has anyone ever watched the Yugioh abridged series?
Because if you haven't, you should search it on YouTube.
It's funny.
Why?
Because shut up.
Just a little thought for the day.
Have a super special awesome one?
-Hannah
P.S. Can I just ask, has anyone ever watched the Yugioh abridged series?
Because if you haven't, you should search it on YouTube.
It's funny.
Why?
Because shut up.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
National Express
There is something I've realised recently about National Express coaches.
They are probably better if you spend the majority of your time on the unconscious. They are most likely even better if you spend the entire time unconscious.
Don't get me wrong, the coaches aren't exactly 53 or so mismatched wooden chairs strapped to the floor with bungee cords on top of a plywood floor with no sides, but this coach was even less comfortable to sit on than your average London bus during rush hour (and I know how bad that can be).
So, not great.
So don't believe any crap they might advertise about it being an incredibly relaxing experience for everyone who is sober or conscious. Unless you enjoy being miserable (which is, in itself, a paradox).
Let me tell you where I'm coming from here:
Leg room.The designers on this coach must believe that the population of England have legs no thicker than pine-needles, or at least that if squished into a small space they will mould to fit the shape like putty or what not.
Coupled to the fact that moving means you will be digging your knee caps into the back of the person in front of you, the seat recline a staggering distance of half an inch. Perfect for an over night journey.
But I guess the experience wasn't all there fault. It is difficult to tell who the annoying people will be before they get on the coach, and they can hardly refuse them transport.
Just an example: There was a woman sitting across from me. It was the middle of the night, and the only light was coming from the blue safety lights above us (don't get me wrong, I could read a bloody book by that light - any hope of sleeping meant pulling my hood over my head and halfway down my face - but every colour was distorted slightly). She pulled something from her bag in a white wrapper and began to eat, but my tired and disoriented mind couldn't tell what it was. So my mind gave up on image recognition and tried to assess the situation using smell alone.
Problem was, all I could smell was the woman's soapy-perfume she had used in order to mask the fact she smoked, cigarette smoke (yeah, redundant perfume FTW) and the recently flushed toilet (which only seemed to smell AFTER you flushed it?).
So I assumed she was eating some sort of lightly smoke scented soap that she'd accidently dropped in the toilet bowl but had decided "it's still good, I can eat it".
As if I didn't already feel sick enough.
Another thing I learned from my journey:
If Hannah sits upright on a coach for more than 5 hours - even if she regularly uses the toilet at service stations or indeed the back of the coach - her stomach insists on attempting gymnastics every 5 seconds. And also her rear end goes numb even if she stands up for five minutes.
-Hannah
P.S. I think I'm going to have to start some sort of blog with all the things I notice on it, so that I have something to blog about.
Imma do that now.
They are probably better if you spend the majority of your time on the unconscious. They are most likely even better if you spend the entire time unconscious.
Don't get me wrong, the coaches aren't exactly 53 or so mismatched wooden chairs strapped to the floor with bungee cords on top of a plywood floor with no sides, but this coach was even less comfortable to sit on than your average London bus during rush hour (and I know how bad that can be).
So, not great.
So don't believe any crap they might advertise about it being an incredibly relaxing experience for everyone who is sober or conscious. Unless you enjoy being miserable (which is, in itself, a paradox).
Let me tell you where I'm coming from here:
Leg room.The designers on this coach must believe that the population of England have legs no thicker than pine-needles, or at least that if squished into a small space they will mould to fit the shape like putty or what not.
Coupled to the fact that moving means you will be digging your knee caps into the back of the person in front of you, the seat recline a staggering distance of half an inch. Perfect for an over night journey.
But I guess the experience wasn't all there fault. It is difficult to tell who the annoying people will be before they get on the coach, and they can hardly refuse them transport.
Just an example: There was a woman sitting across from me. It was the middle of the night, and the only light was coming from the blue safety lights above us (don't get me wrong, I could read a bloody book by that light - any hope of sleeping meant pulling my hood over my head and halfway down my face - but every colour was distorted slightly). She pulled something from her bag in a white wrapper and began to eat, but my tired and disoriented mind couldn't tell what it was. So my mind gave up on image recognition and tried to assess the situation using smell alone.
Problem was, all I could smell was the woman's soapy-perfume she had used in order to mask the fact she smoked, cigarette smoke (yeah, redundant perfume FTW) and the recently flushed toilet (which only seemed to smell AFTER you flushed it?).
So I assumed she was eating some sort of lightly smoke scented soap that she'd accidently dropped in the toilet bowl but had decided "it's still good, I can eat it".
As if I didn't already feel sick enough.
Another thing I learned from my journey:
If Hannah sits upright on a coach for more than 5 hours - even if she regularly uses the toilet at service stations or indeed the back of the coach - her stomach insists on attempting gymnastics every 5 seconds. And also her rear end goes numb even if she stands up for five minutes.
-Hannah
P.S. I think I'm going to have to start some sort of blog with all the things I notice on it, so that I have something to blog about.
Imma do that now.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Kokoro
Okay, so thanks to the magic of deviantArt I have found yet another song I've fallen in love with.
It was created using a Vocaloid and, until now, I had abosolutely NO CLUE what it was.
I thought it was an anime show or something -shot-
(What?! I couldn't be arsed to Wiki it, and they had character designs and names! I didn't know people made characters for voice synthesisers okay?)
After watching this I had to Wiki it, because I was confused.
And now I know what it is --> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocaloid
And here is the song I mentioned (with English subs.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKv7cw_Z1P4
I fall deeply in love with sad songs. Or at least songs that make you cry, even if they are kinda happy? Meh.
-Hannah
PS. My favourite Vocaloids so far are Rin and Len, because I said so.
It was created using a Vocaloid and, until now, I had abosolutely NO CLUE what it was.
I thought it was an anime show or something -shot-
(What?! I couldn't be arsed to Wiki it, and they had character designs and names! I didn't know people made characters for voice synthesisers okay?)
After watching this I had to Wiki it, because I was confused.
And now I know what it is --> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocaloid
And here is the song I mentioned (with English subs.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKv7cw_Z1P4
I fall deeply in love with sad songs. Or at least songs that make you cry, even if they are kinda happy? Meh.
-Hannah
PS. My favourite Vocaloids so far are Rin and Len, because I said so.
Sunday, 11 July 2010
I Love You Like A Bucket- A Story of Betrayal, Friendship, and Muffins.
A bit of a content warning before I post the first chapter. Blasphemy. Lots of it. I never actually say anything bad about the Christian religion, but there is a lot of crazy ideas that were really just created for fun. So please do not feel offended. If you are strongly Christian then I advise maybe not reading it. But don't worry, because there are no ridiculous slash pairings between Satan and the Big Man, because that is weird. However, Jesus does have a girlfriend, but that isn't in this chapter. You have been warned, so if I have any comments saying "OMG!WTF! I am sooooo offended and such" then I won't be happy. It's your own choice to read it.
Part One – Of Lifts and Odd Secretaries
In which many jump to conclusions.
There was once a little bucket and it shone throughout the day and night with a sheen of awesome that only a select few things in the world can have (and no, Edward Cullen’s sparkling is certainly NOT a sheen of awesome. It’s the left over glitter makeup from the vampire’s production “Fairytopia”). It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever laid eyes upon. So beautiful, in fact, that many were entranced by its radiance and spent the rest of their life in a bucket shrine so as to worship its glory and brilliance.
However, one day the bucket was stolen! People all over the country were thrown into a blind panic, wondering where the bucket could have possibly gone.
“Who could have stolen something so awesome?” they asked.
It was a valid question, as the bucket was too awesome for most to touch and disintegrated all those who dare lay a finger on it. The people of Bucket-ville (for that was the town which the bucket’s resting place lay) decided amongst themselves it must be the work of some divine being.
They turned instantly to Jesus; since it was most likely he who had stolen it rather than his father. God was to busy up keeping his household and suppressing the angel uprising to go around stealing buckets. Plus, there was a small matter of the Ten Commandments, and while God may be a lot of things he certainly is not a hypocrite. They sought out the none other than the Muffin Man (cook extraordinaire) to help them, as he knew the entrance to the celestial realm. He did, after all, cook cakes for the big man himself.
“Now you see,” said the Muffin Man, “I cannot tell you where it is. It’s forbidden you see. God has enough on his hands with the dead without a bunch of mortals cluttering up the place inquiring about some bucket.”
“But what if it was Jesus?” the townsfolk asked.
“It is possible. Jesus was most likely dropped on his head when he was younger and has always had a surprisingly rebellious streak for a 2000 year old man.”
“So Mr. Muffin, will you ask Jesus if he has the bucket?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied the Muffin Man with a sigh.
So the Muffin Man set out towards heaven, a fresh parcel of muffins under his arm. He found the place the heaven’s entrance would appear and said clearly:
“To heaven I ascend, for that is where the paradise lost I shall find.”
As you can see, God likes overly glitzy passwords. He could have just made do with: “Urm, I brought muffins?”
The Muffin Man waited for a second before watching as a glittering crystal lift shaft appeared before him, its transparent walls soaring up into the sky. At its base sat the lift compartment itself, its exterior decorated with gold filigree and lapis blue marble.
The Muffin Man stepped into the lift. He was glad God finally got the money to upgrade his technology (climbing all those stairs was a nightmare). As he soared into the sky he looked down on the beautiful sights. Fields and valleys stretched for miles to his left and the glistening sea to the right. In the distance he could just make out the little town of Bucket-ville and he could imagine the bucket-obsessive residents fretting about and biting their nails in anxiety.
He soon got bored however as although this was much better than climbing the stairs it really wasn’t a lot faster. He sighed, leaning back against the mirrored walls. It was a pretty boring setup on the inside, despite its luxury exterior. Two of the four walls were covered with full length mirrors, one was transparent to show the view and let in some light and one was covered in blue paint and contained the sliding door. The ceiling was a dull white and the floor was blue carpet patterned with green and silver swirls.
The Muffin Man contented himself by listening to the tinkling music that ran throughout the lift from small speakers in the corner of the ceiling. Unfortunately for him, the only song that played throughout his entire vertical trip was Hey There Delilah, which is infuriating enough in its normal form, let alone elevator music style. There wasn’t much he could do though, so he listened to the repetition until he reached the top floor. An entire hour later.
He was sure he’d never get that song out of his head and was contemplating how he might update God’s playlist, until he saw a familiar mass of messy brown hair sitting atop the head of the manically grinning secretary sitting at the reception desk. Oh god, please no!
“Why hello there Muffin-chops, didn’t expect to see you here!” said Sebastian slyly, his unnerving grin never once leaving his face.
The Muffin Man was surprised to see Seb here. After all, the Muffin Man had believed that Seb never bothered working here on Sundays, or most other days of the week for that matter. The only day he bothered showing up was Friday. He briefly wondered where the normal secretary – Sally – was, but then decided it would be best not to think about it.
Seb noticed the Muffin Man’s stare.
“What’s your problem Muffin… is there something in my hair?!” Seb asked, fingering his brown locks, voice becoming increasingly flustered at the thought of not looking 100% attractive.
“No, Mr. Winters sir, your hair is fine,” the Muffin Man gabbled, not wishing to upset Seb in case he was blown to pieces. Yeah, Seb can sort of do that.
“Ah, eeeeeexcellent,” replied Seb in a slightly worrying tone, steepling his fingers and lowing his face so his fringe hid his eyes. Then, he added, “Oh, and call me Seb, Mr. Winters makes me sound so…” he paused, thinking of the best word, “…normal,” he spat in disgust. He had a point though; anyone accusing Seb of being normal had something seriously wrong with them.
“Of course Mr. W- I mean, Seb. Urm, can I go inside?”
“Sure thing Muffy the vampire slayer, just watch out for the flying lemurs, Jesus has been on the whoopsy juice again.” Seb said, making “drinky-drinky” motions at the Muffin Man.
The Muffin Man raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Jesus… was drinking alcohol?”
Seb giggled in a way only Seb could before replying.
“No stupid Actimel! Have you not seen the adverts?”
Another sceptical brow. He wondered to himself how anyone could possibly get high on Actimel alone, but he assumed that someone – he glanced suspiciously at Seb – might have slipped something into it. Shooting Seb another worried look, he stepped through the rusted iron gates…
…And into heaven.
҉
The Muffin Man shivered as he made is way through the winding streets of heaven. It was even colder up here than usual and he assumed that the heating bills must have risen on the heavenly plains again. The Muffin Man (whose real name is actually Marvin, though he’s never told anyone in his village) could see his breath crystallising before his face. He pulled his chief hat down to his ears in a feeble attempt to stay warm and he stuck his bare hands under his armpits to warm them up. He suspected that if they weren’t above the clouds and precipitation was actually possible then it would have been snowing like hell. Actually, perhaps that isn’t the best phrase to use. Maybe “snowing an awful lot” would be more appropriate.
The Muffin Man took a left at the next fork in the road, simultaneously jumping and ducking to avoid a band of flying lemurs (What do you know, Seb was right he thought) and floor-ridden drunken angels. At least, they looked drunk because it was odd to be slumped over like that voluntarily. He made his way up to God’s apartment, which was a rather unimpressive building considering who lived there. The only thing that made it stand out was its size; it was at least five times larger than the surrounding flats, all of which were dwarfed in comparison to the giant residence of God. Oh, and the golden double door that were decorated intricately with…
Okay, never mind. I lied; it is a little impressive.
Part One – Of Lifts and Odd Secretaries
In which many jump to conclusions.
There was once a little bucket and it shone throughout the day and night with a sheen of awesome that only a select few things in the world can have (and no, Edward Cullen’s sparkling is certainly NOT a sheen of awesome. It’s the left over glitter makeup from the vampire’s production “Fairytopia”). It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever laid eyes upon. So beautiful, in fact, that many were entranced by its radiance and spent the rest of their life in a bucket shrine so as to worship its glory and brilliance.
However, one day the bucket was stolen! People all over the country were thrown into a blind panic, wondering where the bucket could have possibly gone.
“Who could have stolen something so awesome?” they asked.
It was a valid question, as the bucket was too awesome for most to touch and disintegrated all those who dare lay a finger on it. The people of Bucket-ville (for that was the town which the bucket’s resting place lay) decided amongst themselves it must be the work of some divine being.
They turned instantly to Jesus; since it was most likely he who had stolen it rather than his father. God was to busy up keeping his household and suppressing the angel uprising to go around stealing buckets. Plus, there was a small matter of the Ten Commandments, and while God may be a lot of things he certainly is not a hypocrite. They sought out the none other than the Muffin Man (cook extraordinaire) to help them, as he knew the entrance to the celestial realm. He did, after all, cook cakes for the big man himself.
“Now you see,” said the Muffin Man, “I cannot tell you where it is. It’s forbidden you see. God has enough on his hands with the dead without a bunch of mortals cluttering up the place inquiring about some bucket.”
“But what if it was Jesus?” the townsfolk asked.
“It is possible. Jesus was most likely dropped on his head when he was younger and has always had a surprisingly rebellious streak for a 2000 year old man.”
“So Mr. Muffin, will you ask Jesus if he has the bucket?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied the Muffin Man with a sigh.
So the Muffin Man set out towards heaven, a fresh parcel of muffins under his arm. He found the place the heaven’s entrance would appear and said clearly:
“To heaven I ascend, for that is where the paradise lost I shall find.”
As you can see, God likes overly glitzy passwords. He could have just made do with: “Urm, I brought muffins?”
The Muffin Man waited for a second before watching as a glittering crystal lift shaft appeared before him, its transparent walls soaring up into the sky. At its base sat the lift compartment itself, its exterior decorated with gold filigree and lapis blue marble.
The Muffin Man stepped into the lift. He was glad God finally got the money to upgrade his technology (climbing all those stairs was a nightmare). As he soared into the sky he looked down on the beautiful sights. Fields and valleys stretched for miles to his left and the glistening sea to the right. In the distance he could just make out the little town of Bucket-ville and he could imagine the bucket-obsessive residents fretting about and biting their nails in anxiety.
He soon got bored however as although this was much better than climbing the stairs it really wasn’t a lot faster. He sighed, leaning back against the mirrored walls. It was a pretty boring setup on the inside, despite its luxury exterior. Two of the four walls were covered with full length mirrors, one was transparent to show the view and let in some light and one was covered in blue paint and contained the sliding door. The ceiling was a dull white and the floor was blue carpet patterned with green and silver swirls.
The Muffin Man contented himself by listening to the tinkling music that ran throughout the lift from small speakers in the corner of the ceiling. Unfortunately for him, the only song that played throughout his entire vertical trip was Hey There Delilah, which is infuriating enough in its normal form, let alone elevator music style. There wasn’t much he could do though, so he listened to the repetition until he reached the top floor. An entire hour later.
He was sure he’d never get that song out of his head and was contemplating how he might update God’s playlist, until he saw a familiar mass of messy brown hair sitting atop the head of the manically grinning secretary sitting at the reception desk. Oh god, please no!
“Why hello there Muffin-chops, didn’t expect to see you here!” said Sebastian slyly, his unnerving grin never once leaving his face.
The Muffin Man was surprised to see Seb here. After all, the Muffin Man had believed that Seb never bothered working here on Sundays, or most other days of the week for that matter. The only day he bothered showing up was Friday. He briefly wondered where the normal secretary – Sally – was, but then decided it would be best not to think about it.
Seb noticed the Muffin Man’s stare.
“What’s your problem Muffin… is there something in my hair?!” Seb asked, fingering his brown locks, voice becoming increasingly flustered at the thought of not looking 100% attractive.
“No, Mr. Winters sir, your hair is fine,” the Muffin Man gabbled, not wishing to upset Seb in case he was blown to pieces. Yeah, Seb can sort of do that.
“Ah, eeeeeexcellent,” replied Seb in a slightly worrying tone, steepling his fingers and lowing his face so his fringe hid his eyes. Then, he added, “Oh, and call me Seb, Mr. Winters makes me sound so…” he paused, thinking of the best word, “…normal,” he spat in disgust. He had a point though; anyone accusing Seb of being normal had something seriously wrong with them.
“Of course Mr. W- I mean, Seb. Urm, can I go inside?”
“Sure thing Muffy the vampire slayer, just watch out for the flying lemurs, Jesus has been on the whoopsy juice again.” Seb said, making “drinky-drinky” motions at the Muffin Man.
The Muffin Man raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Jesus… was drinking alcohol?”
Seb giggled in a way only Seb could before replying.
“No stupid Actimel! Have you not seen the adverts?”
Another sceptical brow. He wondered to himself how anyone could possibly get high on Actimel alone, but he assumed that someone – he glanced suspiciously at Seb – might have slipped something into it. Shooting Seb another worried look, he stepped through the rusted iron gates…
…And into heaven.
҉
The Muffin Man shivered as he made is way through the winding streets of heaven. It was even colder up here than usual and he assumed that the heating bills must have risen on the heavenly plains again. The Muffin Man (whose real name is actually Marvin, though he’s never told anyone in his village) could see his breath crystallising before his face. He pulled his chief hat down to his ears in a feeble attempt to stay warm and he stuck his bare hands under his armpits to warm them up. He suspected that if they weren’t above the clouds and precipitation was actually possible then it would have been snowing like hell. Actually, perhaps that isn’t the best phrase to use. Maybe “snowing an awful lot” would be more appropriate.
The Muffin Man took a left at the next fork in the road, simultaneously jumping and ducking to avoid a band of flying lemurs (What do you know, Seb was right he thought) and floor-ridden drunken angels. At least, they looked drunk because it was odd to be slumped over like that voluntarily. He made his way up to God’s apartment, which was a rather unimpressive building considering who lived there. The only thing that made it stand out was its size; it was at least five times larger than the surrounding flats, all of which were dwarfed in comparison to the giant residence of God. Oh, and the golden double door that were decorated intricately with…
Okay, never mind. I lied; it is a little impressive.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Did ya like? Or are you ready to throttle me?
(Just to clarify, I'm atheist, so I'm not overly sensitive to the whole "Thou shalt go-eth to hell" speeches)
-Hannah
Saturday, 3 July 2010
And Another Thing...no wait, haven't read that one yet...
So anyway, yesterday I brought the book Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy on a whim.
By the lords, it's amazing O.O
Already finished it, just so good I couldn't put it down!
And there should be 5 other books in the series to read. This is the full series:
1) Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Or H2G2, which is an awesome shortening that is also sciencey)
2) The Restauant at the End of the Universe. Why oh why didn't I buy this, it was on the shelf >.<'
3) Life, the Universe and Everything (again, on the shelf, why didn't I buy it?)
4) So Long and Thanks for All the Fish.
5) Mostly Harmless
6) And Another Thing (yes, hence the crap title "joke". This is also the only book in the series written by Eoin Colfer... because unfortunately poor Douglas Adams is no longer with us V.V)
MUST READ ALL NOW!
I also realised today just how many epic fictional Arthur's I just happen to love:
Arthur Kirkland (Hetalia)
Arthur Weasley (Harry Potter)
Arthur Pendragon (Shrek 3... what, he was awesome)
Arthur Pendragon (Merlin... was his surname Pendragon? *forgets*)
Most Newly discovered: Arthur Dent (he's the main character from H2G2.)
Most Newly (is that even grammatically correct?) RE-discovered: Arthur Black, who I had started to write about long before most of the other Arthurs came into my life (save Arthur Weasley, because he came in when I was 7). I found a really rubbish story I'd written about him on my hard drive, so I've started re-writing it... in a style oh too similar to H2G2.
I'll probably post it once chapter one's finished.
NEW ARTHURS! (24/08)
Arthur no-surname (Inception. Goddamn, he was epic!)
Arthur I've-forgotten-his-surname-nao (Invisible Detective series)
Arthur I-didn't-know-his-surname-in-the-first-place (Mister Monday series that I need to read)
Also, I have now bought and read H2G2 1,2 and 3
-Hannah
P.s. Instantly my favourite character slot was taken by both Arthur and Ford.
Ford because he had an awesome name and was cool as hell (no wait...that's a bad comparison...cool as the Arctic? Oh poo, now the impact is totally lost, just forget it.)
And Arthur because he reminded me of another Arthur, who also goes by the name of England...
By the lords, it's amazing O.O
Already finished it, just so good I couldn't put it down!
And there should be 5 other books in the series to read. This is the full series:
1) Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Or H2G2, which is an awesome shortening that is also sciencey)
2) The Restauant at the End of the Universe. Why oh why didn't I buy this, it was on the shelf >.<'
3) Life, the Universe and Everything (again, on the shelf, why didn't I buy it?)
4) So Long and Thanks for All the Fish.
5) Mostly Harmless
6) And Another Thing (yes, hence the crap title "joke". This is also the only book in the series written by Eoin Colfer... because unfortunately poor Douglas Adams is no longer with us V.V)
MUST READ ALL NOW!
I also realised today just how many epic fictional Arthur's I just happen to love:
Arthur Kirkland (Hetalia)
Arthur Weasley (Harry Potter)
Arthur Pendragon (Shrek 3... what, he was awesome)
Arthur Pendragon (Merlin... was his surname Pendragon? *forgets*)
Most Newly discovered: Arthur Dent (he's the main character from H2G2.)
Most Newly (is that even grammatically correct?) RE-discovered: Arthur Black, who I had started to write about long before most of the other Arthurs came into my life (save Arthur Weasley, because he came in when I was 7). I found a really rubbish story I'd written about him on my hard drive, so I've started re-writing it... in a style oh too similar to H2G2.
I'll probably post it once chapter one's finished.
NEW ARTHURS! (24/08)
Arthur no-surname (Inception. Goddamn, he was epic!)
Arthur I've-forgotten-his-surname-nao (Invisible Detective series)
Arthur I-didn't-know-his-surname-in-the-first-place (Mister Monday series that I need to read)
Also, I have now bought and read H2G2 1,2 and 3
-Hannah
P.s. Instantly my favourite character slot was taken by both Arthur and Ford.
Ford because he had an awesome name and was cool as hell (no wait...that's a bad comparison...cool as the Arctic? Oh poo, now the impact is totally lost, just forget it.)
And Arthur because he reminded me of another Arthur, who also goes by the name of England...
Monday, 28 June 2010
DONE!
Huh, those GCSE's weren't as hard as I thought.
But the second Physics paper had a serious "Answer number 2" fetish...
At least, I hope it did >.>
Still, we must have looked like right weirdos walking home; it's an incet day and we had to wear school uniform >.<
Also, I've totally fallen in love with the songs from A Rocket To the Moon.
Well, I love them, but I couldn't name more than two XD
My fave by far is this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y-1-ml9YKw
And I'm still in a bad mood after the bad reffing of yesterday's match.
...
I need chocolate >.>
-Hannah
But the second Physics paper had a serious "Answer number 2" fetish...
At least, I hope it did >.>
Still, we must have looked like right weirdos walking home; it's an incet day and we had to wear school uniform >.<
Also, I've totally fallen in love with the songs from A Rocket To the Moon.
Well, I love them, but I couldn't name more than two XD
My fave by far is this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y-1-ml9YKw
And I'm still in a bad mood after the bad reffing of yesterday's match.
...
I need chocolate >.>
-Hannah
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Wish me luck + FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU
First things first:
I have 4 science GCSE's tomorrow O.O
I've revised properly, unlike the mocks (but I still got an A* for both mocks, so...)
Secondly:
FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!
Stupid ref, that was OBVIOUSLY A BLOODY GOAL!
Not that it makes much difference, we would have lost anyway. And I'm not unhappy that we lost, in fact I'm glad (it means I don't have to follow it anymore XD).
BUT IT WAS 4-2, not 4- fucking 1.
Graaahhh!
Stupid git >.<'
*has minor pride issues*
The US went out too, which was a relief *cough*becauseIdon'twantthebastardsrubbingitinourface*cough*
But let's face it, England played crap.
Absolutely s-h-i-t
-Hannah
I have 4 science GCSE's tomorrow O.O
I've revised properly, unlike the mocks (but I still got an A* for both mocks, so...)
Secondly:
FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!
Stupid ref, that was OBVIOUSLY A BLOODY GOAL!
Not that it makes much difference, we would have lost anyway. And I'm not unhappy that we lost, in fact I'm glad (it means I don't have to follow it anymore XD).
BUT IT WAS 4-2, not 4- fucking 1.
Graaahhh!
Stupid git >.<'
*has minor pride issues*
The US went out too, which was a relief *cough*becauseIdon'twantthebastardsrubbingitinourface*cough*
But let's face it, England played crap.
Absolutely s-h-i-t
-Hannah
Saturday, 26 June 2010
A fez and a bow tie - Next month's fashion must haves!
Just finished watching the newest Doctor Who episode.
OMG! AWESOMEZZZZZZ!
It was an amazing ending to a series.
But I'm not going to tell you what happened ^-^
*evel laff*
(But the episode did contain a rather awesome fez, a mop and some crazily bad -yet awesome- dancing on Matt's part =D)
Bu-bye Sweetie!
-Hannah
P.S Shit, I have to wait another year for the next series.
Dammit to heck >.>
OMG! AWESOMEZZZZZZ!
It was an amazing ending to a series.
But I'm not going to tell you what happened ^-^
*evel laff*
(But the episode did contain a rather awesome fez, a mop and some crazily bad -yet awesome- dancing on Matt's part =D)
Bu-bye Sweetie!
-Hannah
P.S Shit, I have to wait another year for the next series.
Dammit to heck >.>
Friday, 25 June 2010
Well, I can honestly say I didn't see THAT one coming.
I think today I may have been comissioned (sort of) by my science teacher to draw him a few pictures of scientists for his website.
Eh?
Well, apparently doodling in class is a good way to be noticed XD
I probably shouldn't have been doodling though, what with GCSE's on Monday O.O
I am SO screwed ^-^
Gotta go, revision time!
Ciao~
-Hannah
Eh?
Well, apparently doodling in class is a good way to be noticed XD
I probably shouldn't have been doodling though, what with GCSE's on Monday O.O
I am SO screwed ^-^
Gotta go, revision time!
Ciao~
-Hannah
Thursday, 24 June 2010
WIN! Epic EPIC win
The new episode of Hetalia was probably the best so far in my opinion.
Urm, I'd post screen shots and what not, but the "insert image" button isn't working >.>
Let's just say this: Hungary was epic win, Prussia was epic win, England was epic win, and (although he got rather beaten up) Austria was epic win.
Yush.
-Hannah
Urm, I'd post screen shots and what not, but the "insert image" button isn't working >.>
Let's just say this: Hungary was epic win, Prussia was epic win, England was epic win, and (although he got rather beaten up) Austria was epic win.
Yush.
-Hannah
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Some people are such wusses.
I'm not quite sure how, but I was hit in the throat with a rounders ball today. Just in the little dip above the collar bone and under where the adam's apple appears on boys. Don't get me wrong, it hurt a lot (as I was the bowler and it was only hit about 3 metres from me) but for some reason, everyone was worried about it. My first concern was thrusting my fist in the air, clutching the ball with pride:
"She's out! I caught it, she's OUT!"
It still stings a little when I poke it, but I didn't have to go to matron. We had a particularly bad P.E lesson as injuries go:
1 head injury (bounced off her bat)
1 injury that I'm not really sure about (she went to matron, I have no idea why)
2 injuries in a collision (one was tripped over and hurt herself, the other had a shoulder injury and ended up in A&E because she couldn't move her arm)
30 odd aching hand, shins or knees from catching the ball, being hit by the ball or slipping on the grass trying to retrive the ball.
Brilliant.
-Hannah, over and out.
"She's out! I caught it, she's OUT!"
It still stings a little when I poke it, but I didn't have to go to matron. We had a particularly bad P.E lesson as injuries go:
1 head injury (bounced off her bat)
1 injury that I'm not really sure about (she went to matron, I have no idea why)
2 injuries in a collision (one was tripped over and hurt herself, the other had a shoulder injury and ended up in A&E because she couldn't move her arm)
30 odd aching hand, shins or knees from catching the ball, being hit by the ball or slipping on the grass trying to retrive the ball.
Brilliant.
-Hannah, over and out.
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
And Then It Hit Me - The Perfect Way To Be Cool Without Looking Like a Prat
Author's Note: Though this may be based on real life people and from my own perspective, this is a fictional story. It's just a typical life thing...oh, and it's based about five weeks from now. (but that'll probably change >.>). Also, for those who don't know, this year public senior schools in England break up around the 23rd of July before the summer holidays start.
Also for those who don't know, people in England don't all talk like they're from the bloody Victorian ages...unfortunately.
Content Begins:
Friday, July 23rd - 1.40pm
Southern England
There was a lot of noise and kerfuffle, as per usual.
Hmm, kerfuffle, that's an awesome word.
School days normally end quite loudly and with some jubilation; the end of the year however, some what more...urm, shall we say...
Also for those who don't know, people in England don't all talk like they're from the bloody Victorian ages...unfortunately.
Content Begins:
Friday, July 23rd - 1.40pm
Southern England
There was a lot of noise and kerfuffle, as per usual.
Hmm, kerfuffle, that's an awesome word.
School days normally end quite loudly and with some jubilation; the end of the year however, some what more...urm, shall we say...
Kerfuffley?
Yes, kerfuffley, let's say that.
As always, we rushed to meet our friend and left the god forsaken yard as quickly as possible. You could here around you all the outlandish things people planned to do when they got home:
"Yeah, I'm totally havin' a wa'er fight at the park. Wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm gonna go on'na bike ride 'long the canal... you comin' Stace?"
"Can't, I'm like going to town with my mates today, maybe next week yeah?"
"Sure, I'll text 'ya!"
Of course, they were all probably going home to surf the Internet for endless hours.
Or play X-Box.
Or "chat" on MSN.
Then again, who am I to talk?
"Hey, Al?" (As in Alice, not Alfred or Alfonse or whatever)
"Hm...?"
"I was wondering, do you want to meet at the park?"
It was a revelation; when was the last social activity I attended again?
A pause.
"I'd obviously have to talk to my parents about it..."
"Yeah, 's'cool."
It's cool, Hannah, it's cool. Since when were you a chav?
Point taken me, point taken.
The walk home with my friends involved the same general conversation as usual. I won't go into details, it's confusing enough even if your in on the jokes.
2.20pm
Home sweet bloody home! I thought to myself, falling back on the sofa and turning on the television (seriously, who'd go for that water fight crap anyway?), awaiting Alice's call.
I flicked through the TV guide, desperately looking for a good old British panel show. No such luck.
Skipping over the children's tele without a second glance, I put on some old documentary about how the Earth was going to implode if we so much as looked at petrol. I stifled a yawn. I don't remember science being this boring.
I was saved by the ring tone.
Snatching the phone of it's cradle, I threw a greeting down the phone:
"Y'ello?"
"Hi, it's Alice, I can like...come to the park and stuff."
"Sweet," I replied - even though I'd completely forgotten about my earlier proposition, I love my sieve like memory- "I guess I'll see you there then!"
"Urm yeah, cool...Bye I guess," Alice stuttered. I can't blame her, I fail at talking to people down the phone too.
"Yeah, bye."
Hanging up, I sighed. Then realised I now had to walk 15 mintues to the park.
Shit.
Content Ends
Okay, so now that's over with, I'd better translate the speech patterns I fail at typing:
wa'er - water (apparently people these days have the inability to pronounce "t")
y'ello? - Yes, Hello? (Pronounced like "yellow", and at the beginning of a conversation makes exactly the same amount of sense)
All the others should be obvious, but I'm here to translate if you don't speak English or whatever >.>
I'll post more when I can be arsed.
Also, I have no friends called Alice.
-Hannah
Bowler Hats and Umbrellas
Earl and Lady Grey on the balcony
The deer herds in the heath land
What happened to the days,
Of the “English Man”?
The age of bowler hats and ties
A gleaming golden chain
The pocket watch and monocle
Of the “English Man”
Rain pouring down on London town
Countless umbrellas in the streets
Swung as merrily as the gait
Of the “English Man”
The disgusted look of an adult
At the child who breaks the rules
The harsh snap of the cane
Of the “English Man”
The stiff upper lip, the accent
In a condescending tone
The never ending frown
Of the “English Man”
Never expected as the friend
The spy from the alleyway
The low expectations
Of the “English Man”
The rare yet half hearted smile
From the upper class
The greying hair, the smoking pipe
Of the “English Man”
The cynical humour that only
The teller seems to enjoy
The strange hate of all
Of the “English Man”
The Sunday Roast, the church sermons
Reading a novel by the fireplace
The endless nostalgia
Of an “English Man”
The deer herds in the heath land
What happened to the days,
Of the “English Man”?
The age of bowler hats and ties
A gleaming golden chain
The pocket watch and monocle
Of the “English Man”
Rain pouring down on London town
Countless umbrellas in the streets
Swung as merrily as the gait
Of the “English Man”
The disgusted look of an adult
At the child who breaks the rules
The harsh snap of the cane
Of the “English Man”
The stiff upper lip, the accent
In a condescending tone
The never ending frown
Of the “English Man”
Never expected as the friend
The spy from the alleyway
The low expectations
Of the “English Man”
The rare yet half hearted smile
From the upper class
The greying hair, the smoking pipe
Of the “English Man”
The cynical humour that only
The teller seems to enjoy
The strange hate of all
Of the “English Man”
The Sunday Roast, the church sermons
Reading a novel by the fireplace
The endless nostalgia
Of an “English Man”
Ah, stereotyping, how I love you!
(Yeah, I kind of wrote this poem and stuff so... DON'T STEAL IT *COPYRIGHTCOPYRIGHTCOPYRIGHT*)
-Hannah
Ps. Though I may own this poem, I do not own any English people or the stereotypical ways in which we are seen.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
I sat here for a good five mintues trying to think of something to post about and a title to go with it since I haven't touched this blog in ages...
Which is you think about it, doesn't really matter anyway since no-one watches it.
I still haven't got much to talk about, so I'm leaving this window open (should anything come to mind before I leave the computer it may be listed below...possibly)
And right after I'd finished typing that sentence, I remembered two things:
1) Doctor Who
2) The World Cup
1) The newest episode of Doctor Who (It's called the Pandorica Opens or something *memory of a seive*) airs in the UK tonight! So exicted *dances* I think it's a two part episode...again >.<
2) The World Cup: I haven't really been following it, sorry to say. I've only watched one game all the way through, because that one was particularly interesting to me.
(Consider two facts: 1) I'm English and 2) I happen to be very disappointed at the out come, thanks to a horrid fluff up by one goalie in particular. Now guess which game I watched >.<)
And that's all I have to say, if my life was just a tad more interesting I might have something else to say.
But alas, such pleasures have been saved for others.
Ta-ta old chaps!
-Hannah
(Side note: Though stereotypical, that goodbye was heartfelt, I promise thee)
I still haven't got much to talk about, so I'm leaving this window open (should anything come to mind before I leave the computer it may be listed below...possibly)
And right after I'd finished typing that sentence, I remembered two things:
1) Doctor Who
2) The World Cup
1) The newest episode of Doctor Who (It's called the Pandorica Opens or something *memory of a seive*) airs in the UK tonight! So exicted *dances* I think it's a two part episode...again >.<
2) The World Cup: I haven't really been following it, sorry to say. I've only watched one game all the way through, because that one was particularly interesting to me.
(Consider two facts: 1) I'm English and 2) I happen to be very disappointed at the out come, thanks to a horrid fluff up by one goalie in particular. Now guess which game I watched >.<)
And that's all I have to say, if my life was just a tad more interesting I might have something else to say.
But alas, such pleasures have been saved for others.
Ta-ta old chaps!
-Hannah
(Side note: Though stereotypical, that goodbye was heartfelt, I promise thee)
Thursday, 1 April 2010
April Fools....-.-
Did any of you see the blatant April Fools day joke on Google? "Animal Translator"?
XD
That has now made my day.
Also, Deviant Art lives up to it's hellish avatar and signature changing and has given everyone on DA either a "Team Edward" "Team Jacob" "Team Seeker" or "Team Gaga" avatar. I ended up with "Team Jacob"... I hate Twilight -.-
But, as someone pointed out to me, "at least you didn't get a sparkly one"
So, so true X3
I also realised I have to go into school today for a flute lesson -.- Dammit.
It's 11:27 and I'm still in my pyjamas... I need to go at 1:15...
So bye :D
-Hannah (Mudkips X3)
EDIT: Our flute teacher was not there, I am now going to have to kill her -.-
XD
That has now made my day.
Also, Deviant Art lives up to it's hellish avatar and signature changing and has given everyone on DA either a "Team Edward" "Team Jacob" "Team Seeker" or "Team Gaga" avatar. I ended up with "Team Jacob"... I hate Twilight -.-
But, as someone pointed out to me, "at least you didn't get a sparkly one"
So, so true X3
I also realised I have to go into school today for a flute lesson -.- Dammit.
It's 11:27 and I'm still in my pyjamas... I need to go at 1:15...
So bye :D
-Hannah (Mudkips X3)
EDIT: Our flute teacher was not there, I am now going to have to kill her -.-
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Anime/Manga
I've started to really get into Japanese anime and manga recently. So far I've have:
- Watched all of "Ouran High School Host Club" (anime). It was really funny and generally awesome but sexual references make it only suitable for 13+ year olds... Unless you've already been "exposed" as it were >.> There is a manga for it as well, but I haven't gotten around to reading that yet >.>
- Watched all of the "Hetalia" (anime) episodes that are out and have been subbed in English and put up on the website I watch them from *mouthful*. Serious "lol", serious awesome :D This show is basically the personified versions of countries doing metaphorical stuff that reflects historical events. And guess who my fav country is? Yeah, it's England X3 Again, this series has a manga, but I can't find it D: *needs to read*
- Watched all the "Soul Eater" anime episodes and read all of the manga out so far! SERIOUS SQUEEEEEEE!!!!! The manga in my opinion is better than the anime, though the drawing skill of the manga was kinda rubbish at the start.... >.> BUT IT IS EPIC NAO!!!! Favourite character HAS to be Death the Kid. I believe a brief description is in order... http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=death%20the%20kid&rls=com.microsoft:en-gb:IE-SearchBox&oe=UTF-8&rlz=1I7GGLL_en&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi
(link is multiple pictures of the guy in question)
So basically, he is the son of the death god Shinigami (or something), he's obsessed with everything being organised (especially obsessed with symmetry, which he can't have himself 'cause of those cute-ass stripes X3). And when I say obsessed, I mean OCD. In the first episode you see him he has frickin' HOLES drilled into him and he won't attack 'cause of the guys symmetry -.- So yeah... like - Started watching "Card Captor Sakura", a rather old anime that I'm only watching because of my friend. She was talking about it on the way to school ages ago, and since we started watching all of these animes on this one site she managed to find it. It's actually not bad for a childrens show from like 10 years ago XD
- Durarararararararalaldidadum (it's actually called "Durarara!!" but I can never remember the name properly X3) Watched a couple of episodes, need to watch moar.
So... there you go >.>
-Hannah
Friday, 12 March 2010
To Do - Watch How My Life Slowly Unravels to the Point Of No Return (yikes, shift key abuse o.O) (EDIT!!!!)
First thing, I forgot to post about Women's day D: (8th March)
It's Mother's day this weekend, get her something nice :D
St. Patrick's day is next week, DRAW SHAMROCKS ON YOUR HANDS :D .... and leprechauns XD
To Do List of Death 0.0 (the kid XD)
Homework:
ICT Project 15/3 (done)
History Article 15/3 (done)
Textiles instruction with illustations 18/3 (Escaped... sorta)
Drama project 18/3 (done, very crap like >.>)
Science Poster 18/3 (done)
French project (cartoon strip + 150 words) 29/3
English media studies homework 17/3 (St. Pat's day :D) (done... though aparently is due for next week >.<)
Science (moar?) conclusion 19/3 (done)
Other:
Baden Powell (3 things) 15/3 (done :D)
Arts Award - arts hero work 19/3 (...I failed D: Though it doesn't matter because it was just a target I set myself)
DoE ... I don't wanna talk about it... (ongoing)
Writing Competition (for DoE) 31/3
Can't do anything due for Monday tomorrow, I have a Mock Court Trial which I've only just finished preparing for and I only want minimal homework to be done on Sunday 'cause it's Mother's Day. -.-
So basically, I'm screwed...
-Hannah
It's Mother's day this weekend, get her something nice :D
St. Patrick's day is next week, DRAW SHAMROCKS ON YOUR HANDS :D .... and leprechauns XD
To Do List of Death 0.0 (the kid XD)
Homework:
ICT Project 15/3 (done)
History Article 15/3 (done)
Textiles instruction with illustations 18/3 (Escaped... sorta)
Drama project 18/3 (done, very crap like >.>)
Science Poster 18/3 (done)
French project (cartoon strip + 150 words) 29/3
English media studies homework 17/3 (St. Pat's day :D) (done... though aparently is due for next week >.<)
Science (moar?) conclusion 19/3 (done)
Other:
Baden Powell (3 things) 15/3 (done :D)
Arts Award - arts hero work 19/3 (...I failed D: Though it doesn't matter because it was just a target I set myself)
DoE ... I don't wanna talk about it... (ongoing)
Writing Competition (for DoE) 31/3
Can't do anything due for Monday tomorrow, I have a Mock Court Trial which I've only just finished preparing for and I only want minimal homework to be done on Sunday 'cause it's Mother's Day. -.-
So basically, I'm screwed...
-Hannah
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
The Man (incomplete poem I really should think about finishing >.>)
The child skipped through the meadow,
With a broad smile on his face,
Sun shining down upon his back,
Heart beating at a race.
The child was happy today,
Feeling the grass rush past his legs,
The scent of the flowers and chirping
Of the birds with their eggs.
But as he reached the beaten track
He came across a man there
He wore sorrow on his face
And frustration in his hair
And many hard times upon,
His legs and arms and back,
Travels on his feet,
And a burden in his sack.
The boy did pity the man
And asked with sympathy;
“You look tired dear man
Why don’t you give that sack to me?”
The man looked at the boy,
His face quite far from glad,
“I can not give this burden,
To someone else my lad.”
“Please stranger I can help!”
The young boy replied,
So the man gave the boy his sack,
And the boy took it with pride.
Suddenly the boy felt a change
His body felt much older.
And he trembled from the weight
Of the sack over his shoulder.
The man saw his discomfort
And reached to take it back,
But the boy held on tightly,
As they fought for the sack.
Then suddenly there was a noise,
And the bag began to tear,
And then it ripped and the contents
Were strewn everywhere.
Lying on the path,
Was a wedding ring
And a note, blurred by tears
Amongst many cherished things.
The boy did not understand
How these few this could weigh
So much, so he questioned the man
Who answered in dismay;
“My wife died a few months back
Because of things I’ve done,
So I carry her memory upon myself,
Until my life is also gone.”
The boy knelt, lifted the ring
Its heavy weight upon his hand
The gem was dull, its shine long gone
Silver sheen dulled by the sand.
The boy held the ring to his heart,
And back to the man he turned,
The boys face now wore a smile,
Despite what he had learned.
He said gently to the man,
“We shall carry it together.”
And suddenly the burden
Came as lightly as a feather.
God this is going to be a looooong poem XD
With a broad smile on his face,
Sun shining down upon his back,
Heart beating at a race.
The child was happy today,
Feeling the grass rush past his legs,
The scent of the flowers and chirping
Of the birds with their eggs.
But as he reached the beaten track
He came across a man there
He wore sorrow on his face
And frustration in his hair
And many hard times upon,
His legs and arms and back,
Travels on his feet,
And a burden in his sack.
The boy did pity the man
And asked with sympathy;
“You look tired dear man
Why don’t you give that sack to me?”
The man looked at the boy,
His face quite far from glad,
“I can not give this burden,
To someone else my lad.”
“Please stranger I can help!”
The young boy replied,
So the man gave the boy his sack,
And the boy took it with pride.
Suddenly the boy felt a change
His body felt much older.
And he trembled from the weight
Of the sack over his shoulder.
The man saw his discomfort
And reached to take it back,
But the boy held on tightly,
As they fought for the sack.
Then suddenly there was a noise,
And the bag began to tear,
And then it ripped and the contents
Were strewn everywhere.
Lying on the path,
Was a wedding ring
And a note, blurred by tears
Amongst many cherished things.
The boy did not understand
How these few this could weigh
So much, so he questioned the man
Who answered in dismay;
“My wife died a few months back
Because of things I’ve done,
So I carry her memory upon myself,
Until my life is also gone.”
The boy knelt, lifted the ring
Its heavy weight upon his hand
The gem was dull, its shine long gone
Silver sheen dulled by the sand.
The boy held the ring to his heart,
And back to the man he turned,
The boys face now wore a smile,
Despite what he had learned.
He said gently to the man,
“We shall carry it together.”
And suddenly the burden
Came as lightly as a feather.
God this is going to be a looooong poem XD
The Legend Of Zelda: Spirit Tracks
So I got the new LOZ game on Saturday, and I'd thought I'd give anyone who cared a quick glimpse into it (bare in mind I've only had it a few days and I'm swamped with work at the moment so I'm not very far through). If you can't be arsed to read it all, just scroll to the bullet points for important stuff 'kay?
I've never played any of the other Zelda games before so I can't compare it to others, but as games go it's really very good. LOZ:ST is a prequel to the others, as far as I can tell, and is set when Link leaves his village to become an engineer. Some adverts you may have seen (definitely in the UK, don't know about other countries...) suggest that if you enjoyed the Prof. Layton games then you'd love this one. As far as the puzzles go, they're not as hard or as... puzzling as the ones in P.L, but they are interesting and do make the play slightly more challenging. It also adds some variety to the game so it's not all attacking things with swords.
The method of playing the game irks me slightly, although it's only because I prefer using the controls rather than the touch screen (because my touch screen is seriously screwed XD. The game play consists entirely of touch screen controls, so if your touch screen doesn't work then don't buy the game 'kay? Also, your microphone needs to work in order to play the game, so again, if your mike don't work either get it repaired or don't go for the game.
The storyline so far seems good, and the objectives in the game are well balanced: not to simple/easy but not out of reach/too challenging. I like how the game play doesn't just involve you on foot, but also lets you drive a train (this can sometimes be slighty tedious...) to get to different areas.
The enemies in the game are very diverse, some of which you need to use your noggin and a variety of methods/instruments to kill.
Again, I'd reccomend this game to everyone within the age rating (above 7 or something). Oh yeah, and it also suggests you should be able to read, but you wouldn't understand any of this if you couldn't so I'm assuming you all know how too XD.
BUT REMEMBER:
I've never played any of the other Zelda games before so I can't compare it to others, but as games go it's really very good. LOZ:ST is a prequel to the others, as far as I can tell, and is set when Link leaves his village to become an engineer. Some adverts you may have seen (definitely in the UK, don't know about other countries...) suggest that if you enjoyed the Prof. Layton games then you'd love this one. As far as the puzzles go, they're not as hard or as... puzzling as the ones in P.L, but they are interesting and do make the play slightly more challenging. It also adds some variety to the game so it's not all attacking things with swords.
The method of playing the game irks me slightly, although it's only because I prefer using the controls rather than the touch screen (because my touch screen is seriously screwed XD. The game play consists entirely of touch screen controls, so if your touch screen doesn't work then don't buy the game 'kay? Also, your microphone needs to work in order to play the game, so again, if your mike don't work either get it repaired or don't go for the game.
The storyline so far seems good, and the objectives in the game are well balanced: not to simple/easy but not out of reach/too challenging. I like how the game play doesn't just involve you on foot, but also lets you drive a train (this can sometimes be slighty tedious...) to get to different areas.
The enemies in the game are very diverse, some of which you need to use your noggin and a variety of methods/instruments to kill.
Again, I'd reccomend this game to everyone within the age rating (above 7 or something). Oh yeah, and it also suggests you should be able to read, but you wouldn't understand any of this if you couldn't so I'm assuming you all know how too XD.
BUT REMEMBER:
- Touch screen is needed to play this game AT ALL!!!!
- A working michrophone is also required otherwise you won't get very far at all! XD
- Trains are often tedious but yet so addictive :D
- Make notes often on your map, always note down locations of treasure chests and stamp stands as you go along (wait... I didn't put that in the main text... meh...)
And most importantly:
- YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO READ DAMMIT!
Edit!!!
Trains are incredibly tedious, let them die and rot it hell... or at least make them go faster!
3/4 glyph things completed. Actually getting the fourth one though? -.- I figured out all the puzzles that I need to do, it's doing them that's the f-ing problem!
Monday, 15 February 2010
Cinema and walkies
First things first, 2 days ago we got a dog. His name's Archie and he's already house trained. Unfortunately, I'm not overly keen on dogs ¬.¬
Any way, the same day we got the dog I also went out with some of my friends to see Avatar. Loads of people have seizures of glee every time you mention Avatar so I was setting my standards pretty high. I'd also heard that the basic (very basic) plot line of the film was cliché and predictable, and although I knew nothing of this plot line I managed to guess it anyway -.-
However, the movie was absolutely incredible, the visuals were amazing and all predictability was carefully disguised. It was an amazing movie, I recommend it.
(I am of course talking about the blue-cat-people Avatar movie, not the-last-air-bender-live-action-zomg-used-to-be-cartoon movie, which has of course not come out yet and, although I will undoubtedly be seeing it, I don't have high hopes for considering how badly they have messed up a lot of the casting.)
-Hannah
Any way, the same day we got the dog I also went out with some of my friends to see Avatar. Loads of people have seizures of glee every time you mention Avatar so I was setting my standards pretty high. I'd also heard that the basic (very basic) plot line of the film was cliché and predictable, and although I knew nothing of this plot line I managed to guess it anyway -.-
However, the movie was absolutely incredible, the visuals were amazing and all predictability was carefully disguised. It was an amazing movie, I recommend it.
(I am of course talking about the blue-cat-people Avatar movie, not the-last-air-bender-live-action-zomg-used-to-be-cartoon movie, which has of course not come out yet and, although I will undoubtedly be seeing it, I don't have high hopes for considering how badly they have messed up a lot of the casting.)
-Hannah
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Friday, 1 January 2010
Happy New Year!
So many people seemed so sad to leave 2009 behind them.
What lunatics, it was a pretty crap year.
So anyway, last night we had a few friends over to celebrate. After midnight, we had sparklers and tried to run to the end of the road before they went out.
We didn't sucseed, sparklers not big enough V.V
It was fun though, and the only 2 cars we saw driving around we got all the people in them to wave!
Happy Holidays! (Or what's left of them)
-Hannah
What lunatics, it was a pretty crap year.
So anyway, last night we had a few friends over to celebrate. After midnight, we had sparklers and tried to run to the end of the road before they went out.
We didn't sucseed, sparklers not big enough V.V
It was fun though, and the only 2 cars we saw driving around we got all the people in them to wave!
Happy Holidays! (Or what's left of them)
-Hannah
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