An oddly fun and oddly boring day today. Went to Birmingham Uni open day today. Had to get on the coaches in tutor groups, so couldn’t sit by Bacon or Lottie. Sat by tish, anyway, on the back seat, with Dave, Gideon and Mike (who disappeared to sit by Kitty on the way back, me thinks). Anyway, yes, we were the blatantly cool kids on the back seat. Weirdest trip ever. There were serious doubts as to the sobriety of the coach driver, who missed the junction so had to get off and back on at the next one to come back. then went a really weird round-about way.

Anyway, can’t be bothered with details, ‘cos I’m in a bit of a funny mood. So…

• Found a course I wanna do. Childhood, Culture and Education. Sounds fun and interesting.
• Played cards with Bacon, Lottie, Cat and Jess on a picnic table in the middle of the uni
• Sat on the grass a bit
• Wandered round aimlessly
• Wandered around aimfully
• Ate Ice Cream (Thank you Lottie)
• And…stuff
• Oh, and lot’s of rich kid spotting/mimicking…  ‘But Mummy, I’m just not sure there’s room for the pony…’

So yeah. oh, had a hellish journey back. Took us an hour to get from the Uni to Longbridge, It should’ve taken us 20 minutes, at the very most.

Grr!

Bit late but never the mind.

On Wednesday, the maths group, well, Me, Tish, Emma, Rich, Claud, Jess, Mark and other Person (plus Fiona and Judd) went to Bletchley Park. Which is down south. Like, over there…

It was the Secret Service base type thing in the War, where they decoded the Nazi’s messages. Which was actually very, very clever. It was quite cold and windy and rainy, but it was still good. Would’ve been nice to have had more time to wander round, but it was good.

I found this amazing room dedicated to displays about Pigeons in the War. It was amazing! I never really thought about it, I mean I know they used homing pigeons, but I never realised it was such a big thing! But it is! I got a leaflet about it! Hehe!

I also had a go on an original Enigma machine, which we found out afterwards is extremely valuable. Like, it has to be kept under lock and key, or supervised at all times. Literally, they can’t even nip out the room for 2 minutes, otherwise the insurance is like completely void. And I sat clucking away on it! Heh! I feel privileiged. So I bought a mug with Enigma on it. ‘Cos I am blatently THAT cool.

Anyway, good trip. Oddly, we sang most the way back. Well, all the way. I got dropped off by my house which was nice. Found out Emma was a hillbilly called Mary-Beth, and I’m Mary-Jane. I think Claudia might’ve been Mary-Lou, but I’m not sure…

(Katy) Right now I want to start the blog but Sally is juggling like a loon. Oh wait, here she is…

Now she’s very close to my leg under the table wondering why her room smells of bleach. Strange girl.

Anyway….

(Sally)

Hello. Well. Today. What’s happened? Lots of fun and interesting things. However, firstly I must tell you that last night, I had no sleep. I mean it. I had 4 hours, of which 3 were from 6am – 9am. Not fun. But, did I panic, did I get the grim reapers? NO! Because Katy Bacon was coming to my house…

(Katy) -Sally thinks that her lack of sleep somehow explains her weird behaviour. It doesn’t. She’s either an insomniac or always just a total freak.  Anyway. We began our day together in spirit but not in body with an online game of Scrabble via the wonders that are facebook! However this got cut short by the powercut which I am sure you are all (who are we kidding, no one reads this other than one another) well aware of!

 (Sally) So anyway, we meet in town. Which was wet and closed (due to power cut). I did manage to skank a lift to the Park and Ride though, so all was not lost. Anyway, we walked round town for approximately 5 minutes before we got back on the bus. I am ashamed to say Katy was terrified of the bus, and I had to give her my ticket to prevent her from having to talk to the scary man, also known as the friendly bus driver. 

(Katy)He looked young and therefore in my head, pervy. Anyhoo. Lottie rang me whilst on the bus to confirm that I was alive after my brush with… well, another car, on the motorway on Saturday. Soon enough we turned up at the Park and Ride stop thingymajigger (a completely foreign concept to me) and had to walk to Sally’s. But it had stopped raining so one cannot complain. We did end up managing to walk past a friend of mine’s house on the way which was more than slightly bizarre…. and then walked across a big field to Chez Betteridge.

(Sally) So, oui. i gave the grand tour of my house (I.e. This is the living room, that’s the kitchen. And this is my room.) And then I’m not sure what we did really. I think we mostly gossiped and bitched and dsicussed (like all good teenage girls) and then did not much else. Oh…I did introduce Katy to the ways of Scrambled Egg on Toast. Which she liked.

 (Katy) Ah yes, like I did. We also discovered a new programme which is like Jeremy Kyle (in that it stars him) but not ‘The Jeremy Kyle Show’… it was something else. And it was shit. But hey. We then played on the computer for a bit (cuz we’re cool) and Sally introduced me to ROLLERCOASTER TYCOON! The greatest game in the history of the universe… despite the fact I really am wank at it.

(Sally) She was. But she did get a lot better. Well, I say a lot. I mean a bit. Well, I say a bit… Anyway. Ooh. Just got very wet and windy. This confuses me somewhat. Well, back to the tale. Erm. That was basically the gist of the afternoon. We did some crazy loon dancing to Northern Soul. And took some fairly awful photos. Discussed my nose, neck and cheeks, and Katy looking like a chipmunk.  Erm…

 (Katy) Yes. So, photographic evidence of our coolness is needed… but… I don’t think we have time before dinner… *confers with Sally* Ooh.. a conference is a confer-ence. Damn we’re cool. But yes, we think we may have time… and if we don’t, you shouldn’t care as… they’ll get on here sooner or later. Sally has ‘man-leg’ which basically means she’s jiggling it up against mine or in her words ‘It keeps wobbling’. Told you she wasn’t right.

Yes. 3 posts in one night. It’s a special, special time.

Anyway. Here goes…

According to my Dad, the smoking ban is going to dramatically increase the divorce rate… But how?

Well, if you have, for example, two couple, A nd B. Man A is a smoker, as is woman B. The four go out for a meal together. At some point in the evning, the smokers decided to go and have a smoke. So they go out to the nice, new smoking shelter with ‘a dartboard and skittles and stuff’. So, they’re out there having a whale of a time, and before you know it, the hankypany begins. Yes, the smokers will have an affair out in the shelter, and so they will divorce their non-smoking partners. Or, i suppose, it could happen the other way round.

But, anyway. that is the basic gist of the story.

All this was explained in the pub. Which kinda explains itself really. Everyone there has agreed to meet in five years, to discuss whether the divorce rate has, in fact, increased or whether it’s all complete and utter silliness. I’ll let you decide.

The driving test is booked…

Friday 17th August, 11:41 am.

Eek!

Well. This has actually been a fairly boring weekend. I really mean it. Literally, nothing happened.

Well, Friday Night helped at club as usual. Oh, the fire alarm did go of which was great fun! Trying to keep 89 kids calm and under control on a freezing cold, wet car park when you can’t turn the fire alarm off, it’s not that good. And there was a fight. And they kept trying to push back in. then they pulled the fire alarm off the wall. Then when we did get back in, the lights went off on the bouncy castle. I realise that all that will mean nothing to the majority of you, so here’s the extremely short version of what is quite a long tale: I volunteer at a youth club.

So, anyway, by the end I had a bit of a headache. Well, more than a bit. It was already a bit fuzzy from Chemistry. We carried on with the banana oil. My once purple liquid is thankfully now kind of yellowish, so all is not lost. But it did smell. Bad! just ask Tish ‘I’m gonna take a big sniff of this disgusting, headache-inducing smell’ McT. Bless her.

Not much else happened Friday. Did more unbelievably shite coding stuff in Maths. Not only are we doing work for 6 year olds, they actually put us into pairs. I may have to scream at Fiona sometime in the near future. I thought she might have learnt something after the shouting match about how to write a CV (in which I was quite frankly right).

So anyway, yes. Friday night in the pub I felt ill. Like really ill. Like headache, feeling sick and shivering in a very hot place ill. So I didn’t go to work on Saturday. I slept instead. Watched Candleshoe (I must’ve been ill!). Then watched a bit of Torchwood (There was nothing else on, ok!). Then watched Dr Who (now I just sound like a geek. Oh well.). Got outraged at the enourmous cliffhanger, may have shouted ‘They can’t end the series like that!’. Well, no. Apparently they haven’t. There’s another episode next week. No-one told me that. Watched something about Kids TV through the ages. Was actually quite good. Then some random show called ‘Would I lie to You?’ which was hilarious! And then i think I went to bed. Oh, I also bought Billie Piper’s book on Friday ‘cos it was reduced to £4 in the works (I wanted it anyway). It’s brilliant. I knew she’d had an eating disorder and stuff, but reading what she actually went through… I have so much respect for her, and I can’t believe she’s only 24. I don’t care what people might say about her, she is truly amazing.

So anyway, that was Friday and Saturday. Then today, I slept till about 2 (I’m ill, it’s allowed) and have done nothing much since. I have emailed a few magazines to try and get them to write about Phil’s OBE. He kinda dared me to, so I did.

Well. Tomorrow. Katy Bacon is coming to my house for the first time, which is very exciting. I even tidied my room up. For the first time in…I think I worked out it was about 3 years. I mean, it’s not awful, well, it kinda was. And it’s still not perfect, but nevermind. It’ll do. So that’s tomorrow.

So you see, nothing exciting happened. Like really and truly nothing. Oh well.

Love out

xx

Well, today is Thursday, and a mediocre one at that.

I woke up, did the usual first thing in the morning stuff (i.e. going back to sleep, then waking to a cup of tea). Then, I go and clean my teeth. Whilst stood there, brushing, I think, ‘Oh, we haven’t got college today. Or have we?’. Several texts later, my fears are confirmed. We do indeed have college.

So, we get to Chemistry. We’re making Banana Oil. Great. I hate bananas, and especially the smell. Anyway, lots of practicalness involving the fume cupboard and what not. We have to heat the solution for about an hour. So we set up the heating mantle and get it going. Mine and Luke’s solution starts getting darker, goes kinda orange, then red. ‘Ooh,’ we think, ‘it’s working!’. However, a quick peek round showed that everyone else’s was, well, yellow. And stayed that way. That’s when we notice our heater was twice as hot as it should have been. So we turn it down. And the solution gets darker…and darker and darker. In the end, it came out Purple, and smelling of cough mixture, rather than orangey, yellow and smelling faintly of bananas. Oh dearie me! Well, it seems to be reasonably OK. Liz thinks it’s hilarious and doesn’t know how or what we could’ve done wrong. We’ll just have to wait till tomorrow to see what happens!

Anyways, coming out of Chemistry, I find out Physics has been cancelled. NO MORE LESSONS! Woohoo! So I tootled on home. It was just spitting with rain. nothing to bad, I think. I get on the bus. Scary new bus driver lady. Never seen her before. She’s all curly. Anyway, sit down, and then I smell the most awful smell I have ever…smelt. It was horrendous! I don’t know what it was. I heaved a couple of times, but no-one else seemed to be affected, and I didn’t wanna look weird! So I just sat there subtly holding my nose. I get off the bus and the rain gets a little bit heavier, so that it’s just spitting steadily. Then it gets worse. Much, MUCH worse. It was actually like torrential rain! In the time it took me to get off the bus and walk out of the Park and Ride, it went from a couple of drops to several million buckets. luckily, i rang Rachel and she was at home and drove up to meet me. Didn’t stop me getting soaked though!

And that pretty much bring’s everything up to date. Since getting home, I changed my jeans for some dry ones, had some Spaghetti on Toast (Comfort classic!) and found an envelope for the bunting. Not sure what I’ll do now. I think I might just slob around.

So, that’s all for your second blog. Enjoy!

xx

This is a momentous occasion in the blogging world. It is, indeed, my very first blog.It is a happy day. It has been full of weird and wonderful activities, such as:

1. Psychoanalysing Dr Karl Kennedy – this man is anal, phallic and oral. He has also learnt his randy ways through Operant Conditioning. He is actually a very messed up man, ’specially as his recent attempts at hypnotherapy are actually a sublimation for his desire to kill his father and put him to sleep, due to his incestuous love for his Mother. You’ve gotta love Freud. Well, I s’pose you haven’t.
2. Watching a video of women obsessed with shopping. They were all old and ugly though, it was really bad! This one woman spent £450 on a scary, furry hat! And £600 on some sunglasses that are about £2 in Primark. it’s madness, I tell you, madness!
3. Getting attacked by swans. After buying some sandwiches, we went to sit by the fountains. they weren’t actually switched on, because the river’s flooded. So, we sat about 2 feet away from the very brown, very high river. And then the swans came. They started coming towards us, and just didn’t stop. They literally just came at us! We got up and moved, thinking they’d wander off, but they didn’t, so we had to grab all our stuff. But then! Lottie’s bag was on the floor being pecked by the swans! She had to run and get it…it was really scary!
4. Driving lesson. I only failed once today, an improvement on last week’s 4 fails. My test is being booked as we speak/type/read! Excitamondo! It amused me greatly when me and the instructor sat watching someone else doing a 3-point tuirn on their test, pointing out everything he did wrong. According to the instructor, the poor lad had just failed.
5. Facebook. I joined yesterday…day before? Anyway, i am getting mildly obsessed, although it alarms me slightly how much it shares with people. Seriously, it’s like whatever you do gets announced on the mini-Feed things. But how far does it go? I mean, do people know if you search for other people? If who’s profiles you look at? I mean, how far does it go?
6. Making bunting. Firstly, I love Innocent Smoothies. Like, loads. Far too much. I’m slightly obsessed with their blog. So, anyway. They’re having a village fete in london (how cool?!) and are trying to make the world’s longest bunting, asking for people to send some in to join on. So I’ve made some, as seen in the photoo. I’m a bit pround! I must admit, I didn’t actually sew it all. One side’s sewn, the other two are PVA-ed. Works just as well, so it seems. I did embroider my name in the corner though! Because I am that proud of it! Now I just have to work out how to send it off…

Well, anyway. That was my exciting day, that isn’t actually over yet. Hopefully, this blog will be continued, with more exciting entries on the way!

 Au revoir!

xx

The Bunting.