Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Well well well, the study room seems to be turning into an extra classroom or someone's extremely large office. I can say that I am most definitely not happy with it. Half of the computers are broken and/or don’t work, one mouse is missing both buttons and the rubber wheel in the middle. The blasted things take up the space on the “table” area going around the room. Fair enough that’s most likely what it was designed for, but it’s just not right. Now the chairs are all closer together because they can’t go around the edges anymore, giving the room an extremely claustrophobic feel (especially when the heating’s on). We’d complained about the heating, it didn’t work. Now it works now and then and it’s not helping at the moment. Also, I must point out that we were not supposed to eat around the computers in the study room, but we eat in the common room, so how is that supposed to work? I’m most definitely not queuing to get into that horrible canteen, try to find a table and having snot nosed, smelly lower years bugging me (Trust me, the lower years really do stink out a room, particularly the year nines). The whole thing is just another useless idea that will turn into a massive failure that we have to deal with for the rest of the year. I tell you, there’s no way I’d stay there for year fifteen, even if I don’t get into Uni. I’d rather have a job than endure that school for another year.
I’ve started thinking of a few changes I might just consider making if I get into Uni. I’m starting to think of dyeing parts, not all, of my hair blue. But I’ll keep my glasses, I like wearing glasses. I wouldn’t do that now because I’d just prefer to stick to something resembling a uniform for school, to separate me from the hoards that wear football shirts now and then, “hoodies” and t-shirts with logos.
So, what else have I to say?
Well, thinking about that sci-fi I was thinking of trying to start I happened upon the idea of sci-fi meets my favorite aspect of fantasy, dragons. I believe that if done properly, this idea may have some potential (providing someone else hasn’t already done it) so I’d rather not discuss the plot at this early stage, but I might later on. I’ve worked out a vague history of the eldest character Renegade and the basic story of the youngest member Angela, but I’m having a few difficulties with the middle character Maverick. At the moment he’s just a younger version of Renegade and I need to give him his own features and personality. I’ll see how I go.
After watching an episode of Ghost in the Shell I decided to try making origami cranes. Unfortunately, as I had suspected, cartoons aren’t that clear for step by step instructions. So I looked it up on the net and found a website with a step by step. Now I’ve made a cute family of cranes consisting of three adults and six babies .
Anything else?
Ah yes. Last night we got a letter from Ms Richards claiming I was not in school on the 7th of February, enrichment day. But I was, I was just late. I have witnesses, IT work that I did on that day instead of doing “student finance” and the pile of paper that was supposed to be helpful to us. I also signed in the signing out book when we were allowed home early. I got so angry when I read it that I screwed up the letter, threw it at the floor and proceeded with lamentations of “THAT *****!” two or three times. Mum then pointed out that I shouldn’t have screwed up the letter because it had to go back to her. So I photocopied it and mum wrote on it that I was in school and wrote down the list of things I dictated as being proof. We then took a copy of it so that we had a spare and returned it in the envelope it came in. I dropped it off at break. I got such a sense of satisfaction. If she wants to get me, she has to try harder than that. What helped with mum’s response is that she’s been rather grumpy lately, poor thing isn’t sleeping well again. Sick of her being grumpy all of the time I proceeded to douse her room with lavender room perfume and put several drops on either side of her pillow, with the threat that if she didn’t have a good sleep, or at least a better one, then I’d get sleeping pills and drug her. Though it’s not just for my own comfort. She’s in her fifties and she needs her sleep. Also, she’s taking longer to do things in the morning. She’ll yell at me for the fifteen minutes that I choose to ignore my alarm (I used to turn it off and get back into bed until I realized that mum knew I did that, so now I just roll over and ignore it for fifteen minutes instead) and when I finally drag myself downstairs, she hasn’t even done her breakfast, and if she has the toast has gone cold because it’s been sitting in the toaster for 10-15 minutes.
Let’s see, is that all for today?
I think it is.

Bluebiird out.