Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Well, I didn’t draw bionic limbs. I tired to think of something but I couldn’t. I guess my bionic limb creativity has been used up in yesterdays brainstorm for the ribcage and bionic arm. Oh well. Instead I decided to see if I could make paper cranes in school, to be sure that I’d remembered it. I have a stash of school sports vouchers from Tesco that I’ve had for about a year. We’d normally have given them to someone else collecting them for their school, but we didn’t know anyone collecting them that year. I could have given them in at school but I thought that the school didn’t deserve it. It’s made my life a misery. Surprisingly they actually made sturdy little cranes, if a little crooked in places. I carried on making them after eating half of my lunch. When I’d done my second after lunch (my fourteenth all in all I think) Sally suddenly exclaimed “Cranes!” and proceeded to say that she’d heard that if you make a thousand paper cranes you have good luck. I didn’t mind about that, I just made my little crane flock because it gave me something to do.
Unrelated news.
I’ve managed to do the cascading style sheet for my website work, after only about an hour and a bit of trying .
I handed in the second draft of my essay, as far as it had got, and received a bit of in depth analysis that caused me to miss about three busses, but at least now I know what needs improving.
I’ve discovered that our old study room has actually been turned into a “quiet room” which I suspect to be a newer version of the old “time out” that we had before the school was demolished and then rebuilt. Basically that was where all of the bad children would be made to go, though I never had the misfortune of going there. It would have one advantage though. Teachers have been putting bad students in other teacher’s classes for the passed two years and I’m absolutely sick of it; being interrupted with “can so and so sit in here and do work?” and then the vile little creature slumps down in a corner and either watches us, causes trouble or pretends to work.
Anything else to say?
Oh yes, mum’s decided to give herbal sleeping pills a go. It’s rather ironic really, because the smell of them reminds me of coffee. Oh well. What we found most entertaining was the notice on the side “Side-effects: None. If you see one, tell your doctor or pharmacist”. I’m not sure how well they’ve worked. Mum usually gets up and creaks a few floorboards between 12-1am. I’ve heard some creaking, but she may have just been rolling over. I’ll listen through my wall and see if I can hear her snoring .

Well, bed time for me I suppose, I’m feeling tired now.

Bluebiird out.