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I'm a recent graduate who is now thinking "... so,now what?". Feel free to mock me for this. If you're interested in the whole blog thing peechy_kean, thats me
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» School Sports Day
Victory
Im not sporty. Infact im so unsporty that i've never been in any sports team and dont even play frisbee in summer. What can i say, im a natural born sitter.
When in school i was infamously the least willing PE student. I never voluteered for sports day. Not one single event, stating that our house would be better off without me. This was much to the displeasure of my tutor Mrs Hawthorn who happened to be head of PE. Each year i managed to get out of it. I hid when she called people up to 'volunteer'. I voluteered for 'drinks' duty before she could press gang me into somthing. I even created some house cheerleaders (of an unenergetic sort) to give me somthing to do on the day which didnt involve running whilst everyone was looking at me.
Unfotunately in my last year i was cornered. She managed to bring in a new rule claiming ALL students had to compete in one of the events. She forced me into a 50m relay team. Dreading this day i tried to look forwards to the two week holiday to cyprus my friends parents were taking me and Buddy No1 on which would cut short this painful term by a whole week.
The time ticked away. I even cleaned my PE kit and tried to find some socks. Then, when the doom-ridden morning came i peered out of my window into a sheet of rain. The whole day rained off. It had to be postponed. For a week. Right slap bang in the middle of my holiday.
UP YOURS MRS HAWTHORN!
(she carried on making my life hell, but at least i won one back)
(Mon 3rd Apr 2006, 2:46, More)
Victory
Im not sporty. Infact im so unsporty that i've never been in any sports team and dont even play frisbee in summer. What can i say, im a natural born sitter.
When in school i was infamously the least willing PE student. I never voluteered for sports day. Not one single event, stating that our house would be better off without me. This was much to the displeasure of my tutor Mrs Hawthorn who happened to be head of PE. Each year i managed to get out of it. I hid when she called people up to 'volunteer'. I voluteered for 'drinks' duty before she could press gang me into somthing. I even created some house cheerleaders (of an unenergetic sort) to give me somthing to do on the day which didnt involve running whilst everyone was looking at me.
Unfotunately in my last year i was cornered. She managed to bring in a new rule claiming ALL students had to compete in one of the events. She forced me into a 50m relay team. Dreading this day i tried to look forwards to the two week holiday to cyprus my friends parents were taking me and Buddy No1 on which would cut short this painful term by a whole week.
The time ticked away. I even cleaned my PE kit and tried to find some socks. Then, when the doom-ridden morning came i peered out of my window into a sheet of rain. The whole day rained off. It had to be postponed. For a week. Right slap bang in the middle of my holiday.
UP YOURS MRS HAWTHORN!
(she carried on making my life hell, but at least i won one back)
(Mon 3rd Apr 2006, 2:46, More)
» Putting the Fun in Funeral
Laughter
I tend to snigger at funerals. Some sick part of me finds a large room of people desperatly trying NOT to look bored and big blubbing snot monsters amusing.
Anyway i was smirking my may through another service, one for my great half uncle or somthing, when a few old men stand up with big banners on long poles. This is apparently all that is left of his para regiment from WW2. One of them starts playing a bugle. As the converyer belt moves the banners slowly lower...
...And i start blubbing like a child whose lost its ballon. A relative i hardly know gives me a tissue. Other random semicousins come over to comfort me. Que me feeling like a right tosser.
The only funeral i didnt laugh at (other than my nan's) was the Catholic one i went to once. It actually put the fear of god in me, some one raised as an atheist, for a good hour and a half. Yikes!
(Sun 14th May 2006, 12:40, More)
Laughter
I tend to snigger at funerals. Some sick part of me finds a large room of people desperatly trying NOT to look bored and big blubbing snot monsters amusing.
Anyway i was smirking my may through another service, one for my great half uncle or somthing, when a few old men stand up with big banners on long poles. This is apparently all that is left of his para regiment from WW2. One of them starts playing a bugle. As the converyer belt moves the banners slowly lower...
...And i start blubbing like a child whose lost its ballon. A relative i hardly know gives me a tissue. Other random semicousins come over to comfort me. Que me feeling like a right tosser.
The only funeral i didnt laugh at (other than my nan's) was the Catholic one i went to once. It actually put the fear of god in me, some one raised as an atheist, for a good hour and a half. Yikes!
(Sun 14th May 2006, 12:40, More)
» I met a weirdo on the interweb
erotic pizza anyone?
'Lo. never posted before.
When my housemate get talked at by people on tut web he tends to tell them he's a transexal elvis lover selling sexpizza's. So if any of these stories are about him he's just a rather normal computer-sicence student.
That guy in seebeedee's post is freaky. His artwork looks alot like this guys
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Wolfi
Which is worrying since he's a violent psychotic paedophile.
*wander back into the wilderness*
(Wed 22nd Mar 2006, 1:02, More)
erotic pizza anyone?
'Lo. never posted before.
When my housemate get talked at by people on tut web he tends to tell them he's a transexal elvis lover selling sexpizza's. So if any of these stories are about him he's just a rather normal computer-sicence student.
That guy in seebeedee's post is freaky. His artwork looks alot like this guys
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Wolfi
Which is worrying since he's a violent psychotic paedophile.
*wander back into the wilderness*
(Wed 22nd Mar 2006, 1:02, More)
» Pointless Experiments
Weird experiement caused by sleep deprevation
Im an insomniac. Not the Hollywood movie "psychotic see people who arnt there" kind, just the "sometime I can't sleep much" kind. Thing is, though im not mental, not sleeping does send you a little weird. At least it makes you do weird things.
Weird experiment 1) Testing how much stuff I could plait into my hair. Including rolled up paper, wire and a shoe lace. When it took an hour to managed a pencil plait I decided to stop because it was foolish.
Weird experiment 2) Testing the curvature of my periphery vision by leaning my eye socket against various surfaces. A wall gets the best curve, but it must be a full socket flush to the wall (you can look out of your second eye).
I've also labelled everything in my room (including photographs, pens and individual books) with HOME MADE LABELS, and labelled myself. I got to writing "Boobies" across my chest before i noticed how rediculous this was. Thank god most housemates are asleep at 4 in the morning. Though these arnt really experiments.
... i'll just wait here for the men in white coats here shall I.
(Mon 28th Jul 2008, 22:48, More)
Weird experiement caused by sleep deprevation
Im an insomniac. Not the Hollywood movie "psychotic see people who arnt there" kind, just the "sometime I can't sleep much" kind. Thing is, though im not mental, not sleeping does send you a little weird. At least it makes you do weird things.
Weird experiment 1) Testing how much stuff I could plait into my hair. Including rolled up paper, wire and a shoe lace. When it took an hour to managed a pencil plait I decided to stop because it was foolish.
Weird experiment 2) Testing the curvature of my periphery vision by leaning my eye socket against various surfaces. A wall gets the best curve, but it must be a full socket flush to the wall (you can look out of your second eye).
I've also labelled everything in my room (including photographs, pens and individual books) with HOME MADE LABELS, and labelled myself. I got to writing "Boobies" across my chest before i noticed how rediculous this was. Thank god most housemates are asleep at 4 in the morning. Though these arnt really experiments.
... i'll just wait here for the men in white coats here shall I.
(Mon 28th Jul 2008, 22:48, More)