Maddy's Blog Of Wittery-ness: On Not Having Any More Homework, And Other Stuff

Monday, September 27, 2010

On Not Having Any More Homework, And Other Stuff

Study period. (Well, we'll get on to that).
Am sat, in the library, having a bit of a type and a catch up with homework, which is TECHNICALLY late but hopefully no-one will notice and I will still get paid.
All my homework is done. No jokes. And there are a good fifteen minutes before I can feasibly excuse myself from the library and wander on up to English, where I will witter about Hamlet and the like.
So I'ma sit here.
Bored.
SPEAKING OF WHICH,
the bastards won't let me out of ACE.
For anyone reading this who DOESN'T know what ACE is, it's essentially an extra class where they chuck me in with a whole bunch of smart kids who are gonna do well in their exams and make them fundraise for a few months before we get on to the bit that I REALLY want to do.
Which is the extended project.
The extended project is gonna get me an AQA Baccalaureate, which is posh and lookings effing awesome when applying to Unis. Which would be good, because I rather want to go to one.
HOWEVER.
I don't want to spend the next three months sat in a class of smart people thinking of ways to make money. If I want to make money, I will get all my homework finished so that I can qualify for my ema, and then buy KFC with it. Not that I'm doing that often, it's just a health thing.
No, KFC isn't healthy.
LOOK, let's just move on.
Basically, I have to stay for three months doing fundraisy crap so that I can get an AQA Bacc. Which sucks hairy cock, if I'm honest. I would much rather just take an hour and a half break to either just chill or do homework. Today, homework.
Next week, I'm thinking coffee, cinnamon swirls and a decent book.
Maybe Hamlet. I'm not saying it's this awesome book, I'm saying we're doing it for English and if I read that WHILE I nom, it'll look like so called "independant study".
Which I swear is just code for "get out of our hair, but make it look like you're working towards your marvelous A levels you're gonna get.
Which I will, for sure!
It's just that I'm doing that all damn week with hardly any rest and really, I'd just like to have a bit of a nap, catch up on some sleep, or even better just not do the homework the night before and instead do it in my ACE session.
There is really not much that is ACE about it.
Such a goddamn misnomer.
Has anyone noticed it's really damn cold today??
I mean, it's not a random change of subject... Well, it is.
NOT THE POINT.
My little finger hurts it's so cold!! I do not see how people open windows in this weather. I miss my granddad jumper!!
Okay, 14 minutes to English. What else can I tell you?
Oh, yeah.
Boyfriend-best friend bonding time sounds a LOT worse out loud.
*Facepalm*
Gotta talk to him about that.
Really, I just intended for it to be like a movie the three of us went to watch, because he abides my best mate, and I appreciate that.
Right, now, I'm not kidding or anything, but a girl in my Socio class turned up today in hot pants.
Now, I'm really not joking, and I'm not joking when I say that the temperature outside is .... *waits for BBC to load* at a maximum of 17 degrees celsius. I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING. The lowest it could be is twelve. And HOT PANTS????
I mean sure, stick tights underneath em, but I'm freezing in my jersey dress, coat, scarf, jeans, long socks and converses.
So she might just catch hypothermia.
I'd be worried if I didn't think she should just have more sense than that.
Hot pants are not acceptable after August.
Which makes me sound like one of those posh tarts from America who talk about white shoes after Labor Day or whatever, but REALLY.
HOT PANTS??
ARE YOU FUCKING MAD???
Stupid woman.
I also don't get these people in just leggings and a tshirt.
Sure go around in that if you're just cleaning or slobbing or hormonal or whatever.
But just out and about?
We don't want to see your thong through your leggings, and trust me, ladies, we always can.
ALWAYS.
Okay, three minutes.
The inventer of the Segway appears to be dead.
Oh dear.
He did make those Spanish policemen (probably Spanish) look like twats though...
ANYWHO, I'm off.
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Argue with me, if you like.
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Things That Make Me Happy

1) When my baking comes out really, really excellently.
2) Historical romances
3) Daydreams about being a very successful grown up.
4) Daydreams that are REALLY inappropriate for the location you're having them in, like having sexy daydreams on a bus when trying to hold down a conversation.
5) Strictly Come Dancing
6) The Great British Bake Off
7) When your crochet ends up looking amazing.
8) When Dad brings me a random Crunchie.
9) Lula. Just in general. She is one of the best people alive.
10) Writing fiction and it actually sounding decent.
11) Tudor history
12) Learning songs on my guitar really really slowly, but on my own so it feels like a proper achievment.
13) Realising, 13 things in, that Katie was right about this making me feel much better.
14) Katie
15) How Anna smells. I know I bang on about it, but honestly, phwoar!!
16) Getting over a sore throat and being able to screech out songs when I feel like it again.
17) My purse (It has a big, shiny union jack on it)
18) Going to the market just off Covent Garden.
19) The Globe.
20) Kenneth Brannagh.
21) Mocking Hanna
22) Realising that Hanna has come up with a completely logical scientific theory about the Earth expanding, making her a lot more intelligent than previously realised.
23) ALL of my cousins. There are about 14 of them, and I love each and every one of them. Even the tiny, mental ones.
24) My Grannie. Scary, but she loves me.
25) Being a ginge.
26) Honeycomb.
27) How my room looks like it has pink walls in the morning when my curtains are shut, pale blue walls in the daylight, and white walls at nighttime when all the light I have is the moon.
28) The best piece of post I ever got, still in a frame, still on my bookshelf.
29) Doctor Who
30) Doctor Who jackets, all tweed and elbow patches.
31) Lidl's lasagne
32) Being able to spell lasagne.
33) The picnics Sullay organises.
34) Cold chow mein, covered in sweet and sour sauce and served in a lunch box in front of jealous looking mates.
35) Painting my nails yellow and drawing smiley faces on with Sharpie marker.
36) My brother, even though he's mental and seems to take joy in making my hair look mental, waiting til I have smoothed it over, then doing it again.
37) Having one seat in the living room accepted as MINE for Dr Who viewing.
38) Kissing so hard that you don't realise that your hair is a mess, you're pressed up against a wall and that people might see you.
39) My boobs. They are in my top two of favourites features, just for how excellently jiggly they are.
40) My eyes. The other ones in the top two.
41) When my nose is blocked up a tiny bit, so that I can whistle through it.
42) My neighbour's home made apple juice.
43) When I walk into the house after a bad and very cold day at college and my mum has made stew.
44) My cat, Jake. (He's dead now, but he gets to stay)
45) My cat, Stuart.
46) Accidentally painting my nails to match my underwear.
47) Having my hair stroked when I'm upset.
48) The fact that my dad totally reverts to being a teenager when we go down the Brook to see Stiff Little Fingers.
49) The fact that my dad lets new boys I bring home know that he knows EXACTLY how to make a petrol bomb and how to throw it efficiently, too.
50) The Parasol Protectorate series.
51) Gail Carriger's blog: http://retrorack.blogspot.com/
52) Lemon sorbet
53) Reading a whole book in a day, even if it's trash.
54) The Sociology Corner, both as it was last year and as it is this year, though I do miss Sarah.
55) My mum's disco cds.
56) My AMAZING 50s style prom dress, which I keep wanting excuses to wear again.
57) The fact that, in January, I get to wear it again :D
58) My Union Jack shoes
59) The fact that saving a file as Me At Prom in one word spells meatprom, and so makes me think of cows in top hats.
60) Deleting bitches from FB.
61) The lack of bitches on my FB.
62) My giant pink Ugg boot slippers, that somehow still fit after six years in service.
63) Fucking with people's heads.
64) Writing my blog.
65) Tom and Jerry
66) Looney Tunes
67) Wacky Races
68) My retina-scarring, grandma-on-crack shawl.
69) Wearing men's shirts.
70) How my hair looks when I wake up. Mostly for it's comical nature, occaisionally because it actually looks great. THAT doesn't happen often.
71) Katie singing. It makes me happy inside.
72) My lizard necklace.
73) The thought of being able to wear my winter jumpers again.
74) Snow
75) Kicking ASS on Singstar/Lips.
76) QI when it's extended to an hour long show.
77) The thought of owning a wardrobe full of tea dresses and fake fur stoles and t-bar shoes.
78) My stripper boots.
79) The one happy penguin in all the nonchalent penguins on my phone background.
80) Entertaining the idea of a lip piercing purely to annoy my mother
81) Secretly thinking about getting one when I go to uni anyway.
82) Magners.
83) The own brand cider that they have in this chain of French supermarkets that tastes amazing.
84) Rollercoasters.
85) The Pirates of the Carribean ride at Disneyland.
86) Feeling more cultured than basically every member of my Film Studies class, mainly because they spent the weekend watching American Pie and I watched Strangers on a Train.
87) The contents of the box on top of my wardrobe.
88) Wisteria perfume.
89) Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier.
90) In The Middle by Jimmy Eat World, because of the instantaneous better feeling it brings.
91) The entire shelf I have of shitty romantic fiction.
92) My catapault pencil sharpener.
93) When people get my lyric-quoting jokes.
94) Drawing hearts in the margins of pieces of paper.
95) Fridaying, even though it doesn't really happen anymore.
96) The fact that, despite it's free-ness, IKEA tea is scrummy.
97) Cheesecake.
98) Camping holidays with as many relatives as can be persuaded.
99) Rockham Bay.
100) My lesbian pirate bag.
101) That strange gold coloured Fosters.
102) Ice cream.
103) Russell Grant on Strictly Come Dancing.
104) 80p cups of tea.
105) Rachel's blog.
106) Jumper dresses.

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