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

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

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 >.>

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

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

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.

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...

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”

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.

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)