Tink

It amuses me how much Tinkerbell merchandise, DVD's, dolls and such are sold to little kids these days. Apparently most of them haven't seen the old Peter Pan movie, otherwise they'd know that little ol' Tink isn't exactly the best role model for girls around. I mean, not only is she overly concerned with superficial appearance (somewhere at the beginning of the movie where she is obessively checking out her reflection), she's possibly the most jealous creature ever to feature in a Disney movie - she TRIED TO KILL WENDY! (Do you remember? "Shoot the Wendy bird!")
And now she's all glamming up in her pom pom shoes with her little fairy friends, dancing around screen like she's the happiest, sweetest little pixie you'll ever see.

Ruling margins

For a place where we're (HOMOPHONE!... Wow. What a funny word) supposed to be learning things, we waste a surprising amount of time on useless, brainkilling rituals and activities. Let me list some of them:
1. Uniform. As facebook so kindly states - we attend school for an education not a uniform lecture.
2. Greetings: "Good morning class!"
(sing song voices) "Good MORNing Mrs Smith"
Multiply this by the seven or so classes you have a day, then by five days a week, and forty odd weeks a year... (you do the math).
I think teachers must feel insulted by this. Isn't it better to have no greeting at all, than an un-heartfelt, sarcastic automatic reaction from students?
3. Lateness. Okay, so I can understand fifteen minutes... but seriously, three minutes after the bell? That's harsh. You know, I think they're just cranky and in the mood to bust someone.
The list infinitely goes on, however I kindly recognize that half of my readers probably read my blog after school, in which rambling on about school would do nothing to lift their dimly down trodded rained-on spirits.

Just one more thing. MARGINS. You know, those red lines you have to rule on exercise books? Yeah, the other day I realized how useless they are. For those of you who have been mercifully blessed enough not to know what margins are, let me just corrupt your minds:

(Insert dramatic music and loud gasp)
I think ruling them up is a statement, just teacher enforcing tradition. Because in the end, what on earth is the point of a margin? An ugly red line across your page. It wastes paper and pen ink. I mean, think of all the other better things we could be doing with pen ink. Like, grafitiing (grafitying?) Wait, that's a different word. Yeah, I just discovered that I can't spell the verb grafiti without writing "gratifying". Okay. Like, GRAFITI-ing. Ha ha ha. Only kidding.
... Why do I just feel like the joke was lost?

A new day

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The mobile blogger!

So some couple of months after getting me hands on a shiny new mobile (NOKIAs, chyeah! As a friend of mine once said, you can fight wars with these indestructable little gadgets) I wondered what would happen if I tried to blog from it. It would sure spell the end of the long, awkward fortnitely silences between posts.
Anyway, though I'm not a phone fanatic (why text when you can freely use msn? Although when you look at your internet bill, that isn't exactly what you'd call free. I just say it is because I don't have to pay for the net bill. On the other hand, I don't pay for my phone bill either... Thanks, mum!) I'm really quite fond of my sidekick. By sidekick, I mean, like, companion. Not the phone brand. Err, is there a phone brand 'Sidekick' anyway? Because if there isn't, there ought to be. As I think I was saying... I like my mobile. It's a writer-friendly phone. I am forever indebted to NOKIA... And the nice man at Crazy Johns.
By the way, sorry if I repeat myself. The screen is kind of skinny, and I'm not much of a scroller, so I can only read back around 8 lines.
So here it is. My very first 100% authentic mobile blog. I wonder how much it's going to cost. You followers had better all feast your eyes and appreciate this post. It could be worth a couple of dollars.
And with all said and done, I'm going to excitedly attempt to post this... And go off to eat KFC. Oh, yeah.

The Reganitfecken Revolution!

So the other day in economics, Cindy and I were doing some bad things. By which I mean we were searching our blogs on the internet whilst we were supposed to be doing some boring number statistics calculating thing on Microsoft Excel. It was then that I hit my last year's blog, Random Blah Blahs, and was filled with nostalgic longing and really realized that I have somewhat lost the will and ability to actually blog properly, randomly, uselessly and that my current blog is starting to disintegrate into a filthy waste of cyberspace (assonance!). So, anyway, what I'm getting at is that I'm going to recapulate (is that a word) the randomness and ludricosity (is that a word too?) of what this blog was originally intended to have.
Yup. And how better to do that than by rattling off about...

Cool words!
 These words are some of my favourites. They sound cool when you say them over and over again, they sound cool when you use them in long sentences, they sound cool when you use them as one word answers, they sound cool when you want to insult someone, and they are perfect for filling in awkward silences:
Angst, Nostalgia, Malk (pronounced "Malk" not "Molk"), Leopluradon, Subwoofa, Smorgusbord, Serendipity, Phalanges, Aish!, Antisocial, Specificity, Czechoslovakia (which, although no longer exists - we were forced to spell it in year five thanks to some overly intelligent smart alec), Expelliarmus, Schmuck, Robust, Barf, Dabble, Brandish, Nooble, Exoskeleton, Muffalated, Qwertylope, Munted...
...and so much more...
When you're feeling particularly risky, bored or wanting to sound intelligent - try using all of them in one, long sentence. This is a great idea when you're at a fancy function or party such as your lousy relative's wedding reception.

And, to wrap up today's lovely session, I drew a picture on paint!

Enjoy.

Zoooooom.

Sorry, my English assignment still isn't done yet. I've just gotten caught up in so many other things... but... I have some highly amusing news! You've probably already heard it....but....oh well, here it is anyway:

Jet Blue flight attendant, Steven Slater, 39, dramatically resigned after a row with a passenger by activating the emergency slide and sliding down it, beer in hand, at New York's JFK airport. A passenger had tried to open the overhead compartment before being instructed to by the cabin crew. Slater reprimanded the passenger after a piece of luggage reportedly landed on him and a row ensued, according to eye witnesses. Slater then proceeded to announce his immediate resignation using the on-board PA system.

Passenger Philip Catelinet said Slater announced 'To the passenger who called me a **Bad Words**. I’ve been in this business 28 years. And that’s it, I’m done.’
He then grabbed at least one beer, activated the slide, went down it and ran to his car. Slater was arrested some time later at his New York state home and charged with criminal mischief, reckless endangerment and trespassing.

Poor guy. Must've been a build up of stress and bad day syndrome before he finally cracked it.
All I can say.....is that I wish I'd been there.

Oh, wow. 2010 is eight months old? Congratulations!

I know. I am a lousy blogger :o
But I'll come with something good after I kill my To Kill a Mockingbird English assignment.

In the mean time, GO WATCH INCEPTION!
I saw it yesterday, and wow... one of the best movies I've seen.
Just do yourself a favour and head to the movies. Like, now.

And by the way... what's happened to Google imgages? It's, ah...updated? Ha. It's different.
Oh, and Happy August.

Hungry for Change

It's not so far away until I have a go at the 40 hour famine for the first time.
I've decided to go without food and talking (seeing as I'd only be complaining anyway)
What are YOU going to do?
Oh yeah, sponsorship will be received with much love :)

Bzzz.

Oh, hi.

Yeah it's me. I'm here. I'm alive.
I'm also a lousy blogger, but then I guess you guys will all just have to deal with it.
Uh, sorry...

I really have nothing to say. Except for:
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO PLAY THIS SOOOOO BAD. Even badder than that billionaire guy wants to be a billionaire.


I like his style. Doesn't look like much of a pianist...but wow, can he play!

I think I can play it.
And no, it does not matter that the only reason I think I can is that such a thought may be a result of my chronically overactive imagination (and ridiculous wishful thinking).

Pursue at your leisure, English lovers. Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn:

The bandage was wound around the wound.
The farm was used to produce produce.
The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
We must polish the Polish furniture.
He could lead if he would get the lead out.
The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
I did not object to the object.
The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
They were too close to the door to close it.
The buck does funny things when the does are present.
A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
After a number of injections my jaw got number.
Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France (surprise!).
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose two geese, so one moose, two meese? Doesn't it seem crazy, that you can make amends but not one amend. If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? Is it an odd, or an end?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
P.S. Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"?