A Picture For Your Eternal Joy, And Maybe Some Rant

This, my friends, is a hula hooping goth.


















He is making me feel considerably very much better about the fact that I have absolutely no ideas as to what to do for my EPQ, only half the money to get to Cambridge, and my mother knows my password for everything.  Sighhhhh....

A goth hula-hooping means that the world is a good place.  You're welcome.

On Feeling An Urge For Writing, But Not Being Able To Do Much About It

For those of you who haven't already figured it out, I rather enjoy writing fiction.
My current work involves pirates, and has been dubbed "pirate porn" by my counterparts.
But enough about that.
I haven't been able to write anything for about three months now.
Which is depressing beyond words.
And now I'm starting to get a bit of an urge to witter about pirates and battles and parrots and crap, but everytime I realise "Ooooh, this could be good, type this up!" I also realise "Oh, fuck, history/english/ct/socio homework!" and without fail I will proceed to do neither.
SO BLOODY FRUSTRATING.
So I might just block out all thoughts of the fact that I am 96 words of an essay which has a deadline of wednesday morning (it now being monday night) and actually write something I enjoy writing about.
I actually don't think it would be such a bad idea.
I need a bit of a break from writing non-fiction anyway.
I'm attempt to ramble here.
Which is usually achievable to the first degree.
But I actually can't.
I now feel totally uninspired.
FRUSTRATING.

A LONG overdue bit of blogging.

HELLO DARLINGS :D
Miss me?
Didn't think so.
So, in my life in the last couple of weeks:
-Got a bed
-Got a wardrobe (It really HAS been a while!!)
-Filled wardrobe.
-GOT CHRISTMASSY

Oh yes.  December.  Favourite month of the whole damn year because everything starts looking so damn beautiful.
Including, now, my room.
Got a little over excited...
It does look a wee bit like a grotto (cluttered grotto, sure, but a grotto).
I've got a wee tree with COLOUR-CHANGING LIGHTS on it :D
No decorations though.  Cannot seem to find them, and will assume they got packed away carefully with all the other ones.
Anywho.
Pretty tree, with colour-changing lights.
In an attempt to buy this colour changing lights, the B&Q card machine denied my card twice.
Was NOT amused.
Was fairly nice to the poor bloke behind the till though, because he looked tired and I'm generally a nice person...  Who should probably be doing her Great Gatsby reading journal.
But ya know what?
It's a shit book.
A really really shit book that contains nothing but detestable characters continually screwing each other over and also just screwing each other. 
Which is why I'm taking a stand.
Okay.
I'm not taking a stand.
I am just severely bored and not really all that bothered by Gatsby and his greatness.
Because he's just not that great. 
If he was great, he'd have gotten the fuck over Daisy, found some pretty bird who wasn't incurably dishonest, a total show off, and unfaithful.
He'd have found a nice bird.
Dammit, Luke, and your making me use the word "bird".  For it is the word.
God I hate myself sometimes.
I'm sure I was blogging about something more interesting a minute ago...
OMG CHRISTMAS :D
Excitement.
I also draped fairy lights over my curtains.
I am still having an internal debate as to whether or not that's a fire safety hazard...
I may check my smoke alarm batteries once I return home.
But for now, am stuck in a free period for a further...  half hour.
Sigh...
I may have to go read the blog of Sullaay.  She implies that I should.  I imply that YOU should.  It is splendiferous and fun.
-Takes a moment to read the blog-
I rather enjoy her little bio.
Amused.
Apparently, she's friends with Nasa.
There was a kid at my school called Nasa.
Never really got on with him.
Not exactly a starry personality.
-Insert pity laughs here-
Lord, that only killed five minutes.
Bored bored bored bored bored.
Bored bored.
Bored.
I might have to make a twitter account.
Not because I'm bored, but for my EPQ, where I may or may not make a mini series on Youtube and attempt to become an internet sensation at LEAST in Japan.
May not explain HOW they keep coming back from death til the end though.
It involves a pirate and a viking and a sea monster.
Yep.
And all that came from one bus ride when we FINALLY managed to beat those fucking private school kids to the front seats in the bus. 
FUCK YEAH.
That was a good morning.
There should have been some form of alcoholic celebration, as befits vikings, though we tend to go for the pillaging rather than the rape.
Hmmm.
There could be an entertaining episode of this where we explain the lack of raping and pillaging.
Possibly by taking the piss out of chavs...
OOOOOOH, plans.  Moodling Sarah. Back later xxxxx

Here purely because I cannot for the life of me figure out netstorage. Ignore.

1989 Test

1.    Who was the General Secretary of the USSR in 1981?      

    Name the free Trade Union in Poland      Solidarity

In the early 1980’s who was in charge in

    East Germany          Willi Stoph

    Hungary         János Kádár

    Poland          Henryk Jablonski

    Czechoslovakia      Husak

    Romania         Nicolae Ceauşescu

2. Who became leader of the USSR in March 1985?    Gorbachev

Name the three policies he introduced and give the English meaning of each:

(i)Peresrtoika    means     political reform
   
(ii) Glasnost        means openness       

(iii)    DEmocracy        means open vote multi party leadership       

3. Give a word which describes the major changes the new leader ordered in foreign policy
     Closeness

    Give three examples of these in different countries

    (i)     West Germany

    (ii)    USA

    (iii)    Britain

4. What was so significant for Eastern Europe about the Soviet leaders speech to the UN in New York in December 1988?

Meant that they could forge their own paths away from communism with removal of Soviet troops.

The leaders of which two countries responded very positively to the changes in the USSR?

    Poland and Hungary

The leaders of which three main countries failed to respond at all to the changes in the USSR?

    Czechoslovakia, Romania and Bulgaria


5. What could ordinary people of E Europe see happening by the spring of 1989?

   
Soviet troops began to go home
    What happened in the USSR in March 1989?   


    What important political decision was taken in Hungry in early 1989?

Decided to take down the iron curtain.

    What was legalised in Poland in the spring of 1989?

Solidarity

6. What ceremony took place in Budapest in June 1989?

Reburial of Imre Nagy

    What was the result of elections in Poland in June 1989?

1/3 communist, 1/3 other coalition parties.

    How did the old style Communist government in Poland come to an end?

Communists lost elections, asked Solidarity man to make a government, he did so.

7. In the summer of 1989, what did E German tourists discover they could do?
Get through Berlin Wall fairly freely.

What did the E German government do about this situation by the end of summer 1989?
Let them knock the wall all the way down.

Why did E German tourists camp in the grounds of the West German embassies in Budapest  (Hungry) and later in Prague (Czechoslovakia)?

Objected to GDR.
When the E German government gave permission for these people to go to W Germany, why did it insist that they must travel by train VIA E Germany?



Name two German cities where there were peaceful demonstrations in September and October 1989:

Leipzig

8. On October 9 1989 the E German authorities came within 20 minutes of doing what to the demonstrators in Leipzig?



    Who became the new leader of E Germany in late October 1989?

Hans  Modrow
What in early November 1989 did the new E German government do about E German citizens travelling abroad?



    What did the E German people do about this?



Explain the muddle that led to the opening of the Berlin Wall in the late evening of November 9 1989?

Radio show with leader who said they could tear it down.

How did the old-style Communist government of East Germany come to an end?
Because communism was always doomed to fail.

9. What was the Velvet revolution in Czechoslovakia?

The Velvet Revolution or Gentle Revolution (November 17 – December 29, 1989) was a non-violent revolution in Czechoslovakia that saw the overthrow of the communist government.
    Name two leaders who emerged:

Havel and Dubcek

    How did the old-style Communist government of Czechoslovakia come to an end?

The Communist Party of Czechoslovakia announced on November 28 that it would relinquish power and dismantle the single-party state.

10. In October 1989 the Soviet leader and the US president met in the Mediterranean and declared:



    This was dubbed by the world’s press:



11.  What happened in Romania?

A week-long series of fights and riots which got increasingly violent     What was the army called on to do?

Spray tear gas and hoses.

    What did the army do after a few hours?

Began to shoot at them

    How did the old-style Communist government of Romania come to an end?

Isn't so much REGRETTING quitting Drama...

It's more of a misery at the total lack of activities currently going on within my life.
I have no homework, as all of my reading journals are up to date, essays are all done and I reeally will just think of an essay title more than likely on the spur of the moment (honest to God, I like my tragic scream idea, and by jove, I am going to put my foot down).
Feet are icky, by the by.
Really icky and awful.
I don't like it that things grow between toes.
And there is far too much hair on those things.
So it really REALLY isn't that I regret quitting. 
It was just too much, and Cathy isn't Philly.
Which is fairly obvious from the fact that Cathy is a lady person and has hair, where Philly is a blokey person and doesn't.
All the same.
Think I really needed Drama to have Philly.  Or at least Roo.
Sadly, it has neither, and there was too much pressure going on and it all went to shit.
Miss the acting-y bit though.  Pretending I was an old woman, doddering around, having an ice cream and a chat about the war.
I'm very tempted to start a blog about "The Adventures Of Betty".
VERY tempted.
She could chat with Vera about the war, and all the gorgeous young soldiers.
Oh dear.
I should stop doing this to myself...
Nope.  Too dire for words.  Can't do it.
No matter how awesome those two old biddies were, there will be no blog about the good old days.
Sad, but fair I think.

So today, I have to find a new bed.
And a new wardrobe.
And figure out what in the hell to do about my extensive book collection.
Extensive being at LEAST a hundred, probably more.
You have NO idea how difficult it was to empty my room of books.
Very hard.
I had them sort of stored away.
A bit like a squirrell stores for the winter.
But with books.
So we're going to Ikea, AKA the shop with no name (it'll feel good to be out from the rain).
Not entirely keen on all their beds, though.
May have to look in Argos, Tesco, etc.
I am tempted, however, to give up looking for a little bit, maybe go forth and get a coffee.  But then I will have literally nothing to do.  No books, no magazines.  If I wanted to get a magazine, I could walk all the way up Hill Lane, but that would require spending my coffee money on literature.  If you can call Look magazine literature (I do just buy it for the pictures, no excuses made here!).
I may have broken the internet.
No shocker there.

Have emailed my mother a picture of a bed.
I like said bed.
Expensive in comparison to a Mars Bar, inexpensive in comparison to gold buillion.
This one!
Quite fond of it.
Better quality looking than Ikea, also.  So probably worth the little bit of extra money.
Or at least I hope so.

Maybe get a Netbook.
Easier.
Could blog whilst drinking coffee.  Bloody awesome idea, to be frank.

Hour to go.  Have I really only killed half an hour???

I wonder how big ten inches is.
No, that is not a sexual issue.
Netbooks tend to have this kind of size of screen.
It would be good to have a little diddy one, to carry to college and type up notes and essays in my free period (Yes, singular free period).
I could use it in the cafe and have hot chocolate at the same time!
How splendiferous.
And the best bit of that would be not having to have a desk in my room, therefore making space for my wardrobe, in all it's extent.
Did not know I had so much clothing until Mum laid it all out on her bed.
Whoopsy daisy.
Honestly, not THAT bad.
I've seen people have worse!!
Mariah Carey...
Okay, it's a wee diddy bit OTT.
But whatever!!  I like clothes.
Mother has dubbed it "living beyond my means".
Oh hmph.
I just need a bigger wardrobe!!
And let's be honest here, we're moving in a couple years anywho.  I'll do a huge clear out then.
Of stuff that doesn't fit over the considerable tits and ass anymore.
This one would work.
I realise that I was just talking about wardrobes and have now given you a link to a Netbook.
It's okay.
The Netbook was what I was talking about before I started waffling about clothes and Mariah Scary.
She's not that good, tbh.
I prefer Bonnie Tyler.
MUCH prefer.
Bonnie Tyler holds out for heroes.
Mariah Scarey screeches about love and other such crap.
Pfft.
Love.
What bollocks.
(Harry dear, if you have suddenly decided to read my blog, uhm, yeah.  Let's talk about this later.  Don't leave..?)
50 minutes to go.
Nyurgh.
Mother hasn't emailed back.
I'm hoping for an Ikea dinner tonight, though my stomach feels like it has a continuous small scale cramp.
Better than the continuous LARGE scale cramp of the other day, during which my dinner came back up.
Sarah, the whore, thinks she has given me her virus.
HMPH.
It is NOT her virus...

Wonder how much those immune boosting vitamins (pronounced "it" not "ite", contrary to the beliefs of my father) would cost me?
Though it must be weighed against potential risks.
I could kick my viruses in the arse, and be able to prevent myself from getting worse colds in the near future (we all know it'll happen.).
Hmmmmm...
Saying that, how much money DO I have??
(McMurtry, again, if you happen to be reading this, you owe me £5.85.  Normally, I wouldn't insist, but ya know.  I'm getting a wee bit on the broke side here.)
£17.03.
Dear lord I need a jobby.
Christmas temp work unappealing, however.
Time to be spent with boyfriend, best mate, and assorted others is MUCH more my kinda thing.
Sigh...
Browsing the Boots site now.
May have to invest in dry shampoo (Note:  Ponytail.)
And also colour protect shampoo.
Did not appreciate Sarah's "Your roots are coming through and your colour is fading" this morning.
Hmph.
I bloody know.
Hyper-over-the-top-unendingly-critical, MUCH?

The internet is slow, I've got 35 minutes to kill, and my mother doesn't answer my emails.
Sigh...
And my roots are showing.
It SUCKS that she pointed that out.
All self-concious and tempted by hats now.

Librarian getting pissy about how noisy people are.
Hmmm.
He is particularly noisy.
And now sitting next to me.
Fuck sake.

Okay.
30 minutes to kill.
Noisy bloke has sharpies.
Ugh.
He is sharpie-ing calculators.  Pointless much?
MILLEYYYYYY.  Just showed up.
May ask if she fancies cafe coffee.
Frankly, shall more than happily pay for her.
Urgh, fuck this, cafe time xxxx