7 Random Facts You Probably Didn't Know

I've been tagged, so here are 7 random facts you probably didn't know. If I leave a comment in your blog, you've been tagged and you have to post 7 random facts!!! Have fun finding them!

Stressed, my dears, is dessert spelt backwards...coincidence? Hmm. I suppose you get stressed when you can't find the right pudding. Or there isn't any. Or your sister got there first <coughcough>

There is approxmiately one chicken for every human being in the world. Well, that's fair. Never exceed that, though, guys, because if you have more than one chicken...you'd better say sorry to everyone else, at any rate, in case it was their chicken.

There is a special name for phobia of teeth - odontophobia.

In Alaska it is actually illegal to look at a moose from a flying vehicle. Really weird. I wonder what would happen? Jailtime? Fine? And how would they know, anyway? Is there a special job you can get that is basically going round making sure no one is looking at mooses from flying vehicles? I would take that job!

When Ke$ha performs in the UK she becomes Ke£ha! (Okay, I just made that one up. Give me a break!)

The voice of Bugs Bunny, Mel Blanc, was allergic to carrots! This person was not fated to be Bugs Bunny. I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you.
It is impossible to cry in space because as there is no gravity, the tears won't flow! So let's all live in space, where there's no point being mean to people cos they can't cry!

Meet the Adverts

Right now I am watching My Name Is Earl. And obviously writing. Well, actually, the TV is advertising...kit-kats? But it's showing some random guy smashing stuff up! What's that got to do with kit-kats? Oh, right. Take a break with kit-kats. How stupid was I?
And now, some angelic + some dramatic music is playing and someone is cooking with lurpak. 
Ugh, Domino's pizza. I hate those ads. I remember when they sponsored X-Factor, or was it Britain's Got Talent? One of them.
Smallville ads. I wonder what that's about. 
Anyway, My Name Is Earl is back on now, so I'm gonna watch it.

My Inspirations

Now what I want you to remember as you read this is that all of this is JUST MY OWN OPINION! If you disagree with me that's fine you don't need to be offended. I mean, sometimes I disagree with me, but I don't get offended. (I have multiple personalities, if that explains anything.)

Adele - inspiring

Wooden boat - uninspiring

Justin Bieber - inspiringly rubbish singer

Hayley Williams - inspiringly good singer

Smurf - inspiringly cool

Cinderella - inspiringly uncool

So these are my inspirations. Hayley Williams, by the way, is the lead singer of the ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, AWESOME, AND WICKED rock band Paramore which you will fall in love with if you like rock, alternative or punk music (like me!)
So what are your inspirations and why?

Sweet Relief!!! Then Again, Maybe Not

FINALLY!!!
The moment we've all been waiting for...end of the exams! Unbelievable as it seems, the exams are finally over! We finished off with a French aural and an IT test I completely forgot to revise for. Whoops!
Now all I have is 14 tests to look forward to next year.
And then some mock GCSEs, and suddenly, I'll be doing the proper GSCEs! And that's not the end...A levels. Then college. Or whatever.
Does the madness never end?
=(

Self-Portrait of me Under Extreme Pressure

I did not draw this but it is an amazing illustration of me trying to do my homework!!!

I know, you're probably thinking, nothing could be so bad! But maths isn't exactly my strongest point. I know how sorry you're feeling for me right now. 

Either that, or your really, REALLY mean, and laughing evilly right now. If that's what you're doing, let me get one thing straight - one day, maths will destroy you too!

Oh, you may think you can always outsmart this evil villain...but you're wrong. So very wrong. He has so many methods of...evilness.

Method 1:

Yes. Algebra. So confusing. (Well, I am just in the stages of:
12x=144
x=?
So how can I possibly not be destroyed by that...thing...up there?)




Method 2:

That's supposed to be pi. I dread it. It came up in my maths test, and we haven't even learned it yet. Am I supposed to be impressed?

Method 3:

Co-ordinates. These things are deadly. I mean, what if you were stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a map and the co-ordinates of where you were? If you didn't understand co-ordinates, you'd be dead. DEAD, I tell you! (At least until you stumbled across the road and got help)

Method 4:

I think saying there are 144 times tables you're supposed to know off by heart is enough to have you convinced.

Method 5:

Sorry, that shouldn't be there. Straight lines wouldn't destroy you. I was just thinking of the time my maths teacher spent 2 whole lessons showing us how to draw straight lines. We are 12-year-youngs. I think we know how to use rulers.

Doctor Who Rules (Except this episode)

If I'm honest - and I try to be as honest as I can...sometimes - tonight's Doctor Who felt really short. I'm not saying it was really good. Nor am I saying that it wasn't good, mind you. 
But... 
There's always a but. Life is a long line of buts, really. "You can go out and play but you have to be back by tea time." It's like nothing can be said without a few conditions along with it. 
So back to the but...
But...
RIVER SONG and MELODY POND? One and the same? I'm sorry. They just can't be. I mean, everything fits but it's just not right. I mean, come on! River Song is older than Amy. And Rory. How...What...Where...When...WHY???
I feel slightly guilty here but I have to admit that I don't like the idea of River being so important to the story...she's always annoyed me.
But hey. You don't have to agree with me. 

  |  

As you can see, 

we have another but

over here.  Would it 

count as a condition? You

tell me.

 

The Search of the Marshmallows

You wouldn't have thought it would be so hard to find a pack of marshmallows.
I mean, in the half term me and my family went camping for the week in Kent. We were less than 2 hours away from London, where I live. But anyway. The campsite we were staying at was pretty cool. (It's called Welsummer if you're interested) You could camp either on these 2 fields, or in the forest. Each pitch had a place you could light a fire, and singin round it was encouraged!!! So anyway, we wanted to toast some marshmallows.
We were in Tenterden for a day after a failed trip to Leeds Castle so we stopped by at Waitrose to pick up marshmallows. My sister and me spent half an hour wandering round the sweet section looking for them. Then, the genius that I am, I had the AMAZING idea of looking at those labels that you get under each food. I found the marshmallow label, but there were no marshmallows. 
Very suspicious. 
Sold out? Unbelievable. 
We tried W.H.Smiths next, as they usually sell sweets. Alas, they only had Galaxy bars (they are like, my favourite chocolate but not suitable for toasting, I'm afraid). We had to leave Tenterden by that time as it was getting late. On the way back we looked out for shops. Costcutters? Nothing. Tesco's? Nothing! 
How many people in Kent can all need marshmallows at the same time? 
Finally we stopped for petrol and my dad found a pack of marshmallows...the last in the shop!
But at least we had a nice evening around the fire toasting those marshmallows and EATING THEM!!!
Mwa ha ha ha ha! 
P.s. I am sorry to all the marshmallows I ate for ending their poor lives. If you happen to know their families please pass on the apologies.

Imagine Super-Evil Twins...

Ha. Imagine if every single person had an evil clone. Like, the evil twin theory. Only the twins are never supposed to meet. They're like, random strangers. 
I'm just trying to imagine meeting my evil twin. I'd be walking down the street and not paying particular attention to anyone in case, you know, they get real touchy if you stare (I tend to absently look at people, and it can be kind of annoying, I guess), and all of a sudden I'd see something suspicious out of the corner of my eye. So I would turn to look at what it was and
BAM!!!
It's someone I've never met before who looks exactly like me. Completely the same, down to the scar on my arm from when I broke the 2 bones there. And she'd stare at me, also completely freaked out. 
Or maybe, as she'd be the evil twin - naturally, naturally - she'd know all about me, and be planning lots of evil little things. She could be a fetch. Actually, that would be very creepy.
Very creepy indeed. 
Luckily, I don't think those sort of things exist. 
But imagine a world where there is 2 of everyone, one good one bad. And they all started randomly meeting, and the whole world fell into chaos. 


I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away there. Excuse me. I'm going to go lie down

and imagine in peace! 

I mean, I'm completely sane!! Honest! Look:

 and imagine in peace!

Crossed it out. There's nothing wrong with me! I'm not going to go lie down and imagine chaos in the world with everyone meeting their twins...
Nor am I going to imagine being the evil twin...
Now there's a thought..

Britain's Got Talent As You've Never Seen It Before!!!

Aww! I love Sylvanian Families - so cute! 

DA DUCK SONG!!!

So cool!!! I love this!
What do you think of it?

A HUGE Mistake

I was watching Outnumbered with my family the other night. The one were Sue has to get the house clean because some buyers are coming to visit, but it's Friday the 13th...Know the one I mean? If not, it doesn't really matter. 
The point is, I had a sudden flashback to when I last spring-cleaned. Our house was REALLY messy, and it wasn't long before Easter, so my friends came over to help. They had nothing better to do. Well, it was fun. But then. Then we made a huge - HUGE - mistake. We offered to do my sister's room. 
Set the scene. You are standing outside a clean white door with a tin sign that has a picture of some wolves on it. It looks taken care of, so you open the door slowly. What are you greeted with? A room full of mess. Books, homework, clothes, needles: these are just some of the things spread across the floor. You can hardly see the desk, it drowns in random stuff. 
So naturally we regretted our offer instantly, but it was too late to back out now. We got to work, starting on the desk as it looked easiest. After maybe three hours the room looked like you could just about live in it without dying. For about two days. If you were a rat. 
There was one thing left to do. 
You see, my sister has a very annoying habit of stuffing things under her bed when she can't be bothered to put them back in the right place. So we had to shift the bed to one side and fish down the side of it for any stuff that shouldn't be there. We were lucky. There was no slimy, gooey stuff. But then, my friend found a little green box.
"What's this?" she asked. 
Perhaps a pill that prevent aging. No. Perhaps a pill that gives you knowledge. No. Perhaps a mank, brown, soggy, old apple. Nearly there.
In actual fact it was a box of about a dozen, manky, year-old grapes. That if my sister had found, she probably would have eaten.

When to Expect the Worst

When you ask your teacher what the homework is, you're always crossing your fingers for 2 things.
Thing #1
There will be NO HOMEWORK!
(And failing that...)
Thing #2
The homework will not be to REVISE!
Yes, you must be prepared to expect the worst when your teacher tells you your homework is to revise. It means days...weeks...months...of looking over your text books and exercise books, cramming all that knowledge that you've already forgotten into your head again, and for what? How will they reward you for your efforts?
At best, with approximately five days of regurgitating all that stuff that, since the beginning of the year, has gone in one ear and out the other.
Is that fair?
I tell you now, it is not.
And then the teacher stream you, trying to turn you against each other by calling some people clever, and others..."I'm sorry, you're in the bottom group." They assume that because you can't remember something you learned 9 MONTHS AGO, you're not particularly clever.
No, exams don't measure how clever you are. They measure how much you can be bothered to revise. It's a good job I do revise, or I'd score a round, 0%.

Is There Anybody Out There???

Is there anybody out there? Anyone at all?
Is there anybody else who goes through what I go through, or am I alone???
If your dog rolls in poo on a regular basis, please get in touch!
That's right, you heard me. My dog rolls in poo. I am not kidding. There is nothing worse than taking your dog for a walk and watching him sniff about. Stop. Sniff some more. And then the dreaded drop. He falls to the floor. You run in slow motion towards him. "NOOOOO!" you scream. But it's too late. You're done for. You won't ever touch your dog again. It's time to take him home, force him under the shower and smother him in ketchup.
Apparently it's supposed to make him smell better but really, it's the other way round.
You're probably thinking, "Ugh, what a wannabe. Is this supposed to be funny?" No, it's not. I am completely, 100%, deadly serious. If you are suffering from similar problems, please tell me. I don't want to be on my own in this one. 
Please don't let me suffer alone. 

So I Became an Official Smurf

Okay, so I'm halfway to becoming a smurf. For those of you who don't know, a smurf is someone who is forced to wear white tights and a bright blue blazer. We even wrote a song about it (based, of course, on California Gurlz by Katy Perry):

Coloma smurfs,

White tights,

Skirts down to the knee,

Bright blue jumpers

Blazers on top!

And that's NO EXAGGERATION!!! We actually are made to dress like smurfs (well, obviously we don't paint ourselves blue, but you know what I mean, right?) My friends and me, we all wanted to go see that smurf movie in the cinema but the teachers wouldn't agree. Unfortunately.

Ah well. I hope you get the chance to experience being a smurf. And if not, I can tell you what you're missing.

^_^