Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

An interesting title you say.
Well, the boys have just come in from an all boy’s assembly. It seems that it was about the state of the boy’s toilets (with photographic evidence) and girls. (not THE girl’s. Girls. Different subject entirely.)
Now, I’m supposed to be doing my IT work. I’ve got to do two evaluations of the same piece of work (because we’ve merged two units together and the evaluations require different things, which made it easier) but I just don’t want to. It’s due in on Friday. And I’m not even half way through the first one. I should be rushing around like a blue arsed fly. But I’m not. I’ve got other work to do too, in the form of more evaluation for our other unit of IT and two essays (tweaking the one I hated so much and writing one on the Changeling). And, to add to it all, my former Sociology teacher (now ASDAN teacher for the second half) has put my name “forward for assessment”. But I don’t know why because I haven’t actually done a shred of ASDAN work in two years.

Back to the subject.
Apparently the toilets are going to be locked all day. This is not good at all. I’ve already lodged a complaint with Jason (our deputy head boy) about the state of the ladies facilities yesterday in ASDAN, and my utter fury that there is almost never any toilet paper. He said he’d raise it at the student council meeting tomorrow. Shortly after I ended up traipsing around the entire school looking for one that was open, rather urgently. I became increasingly angry that I couldn’t find one open, empty and with paper. I had to do two circuits of the school until I found one. The boys toilets I couldn’t care less about, because if need be they can pee behind a tree. But us girls can’t. Well, we can, but it’s just easier to have the proper facilities. And besides, we have woman’s problems to deal with. And I’d rather not sit in a ditch to sort that out.
Anyway, I’m straying from the point.
Apparently there were photographs in this assembly….

I’ve had to leave this and come back to it because I think there were two little morons standing behind me reading it. I saved it, closed it and started a new document satiny something along the lines of if you look over my shoulder purposely then I’ll snap your arm in two. I heard laughing behind me and they scarpered when I turned, so I decided not to feed them any more information, so now I’m continuing in my other IT room.

…. The photographs are said to be off the vandalism caused by students, such as towel dispensers ripped off of the walls and urinated in and a few other things and apparently there was a policeman who shouted at intervals and then continued speaking. Anyway, because of all of the stupid children ant their vandalism they say the toilets will be locked all day except or break and lunch. Now this is completely stupid. Why should the few make the many suffer? If they put CCTV in there there’d be no problems (not in the cubicles of course, just outside, so they can’t see in. Yes, I’m talking about this from a female’s loo perspective, because I can only make a rough guess as to the layout of the boys. I always used to assume it was the same as ours, until Tom contradicted that. I’ll bet the boys have a larger one. I’ve caught vague glimpses of inside when they’re dumb enough to hold the door open while chatting to a friend who is still washing his hands.)
Let me tell you. Locking the toilets all day is not the answer. And what child is going to want to say to a teacher “please can you open the toilet? I need to go really badly. Oops. Too late. Can you get a mop instead?” . Of course, I can think of something worse that that;
“Sir. Sir! Can you open the toilet please? It’s really urgent”
“You’ll just have to wait until break. It’s only half an hour”
“But sir…”
“You just go back to your lesson”
“But I’m having my period!”
“ Oh…. I see…. Well…. Go on then.”


It’s a shame I’m not brave enough to say something like that aloud, just to see how much discomfort I can cause .

Now, away from the “toilet humor”.
Dad came yesterday, Monday.
Oh. No. Let’s go from Saturday. I seem to have forgotten about it.

Mum and I went out again. We, meaning I, was hoping to catch Ghost Rider. But it’s on at difficult times now. So we saw Norbit instead. I must say, I’ve never laughed aloud in a cinema so much in my life. But before that we popped into the card shop to look for the candles. Same as before. No sevens at all. But mum pointed out that there were enough individual letters to spell it out, so we gathered the necessary letters and then went to see the film.
On Sunday dad called, both he and mum don’t know what to get me. I suggested to mum on Sunday evening (because I’d been thinking) that she could suggest that dad get a particular game. But not out of need or want. Just curiosity. Some years ago my uncle and Aunt gave me an expansion pack for ‘The Sims’ but to play the expansion, you need the original, now don’t you, which I didn’t have. So I’m just curious to see how the whole thing goes. I don’t mind if I don’t get it though, because It’s no great loss to me. I said she should suggest it to dad for a few reasons. 1. if I don’t like it then I’d rather dad got it, because He’s hardly around to see me not playing it. 2. dad always gets games. It’s kind of his trademark. 3. I’d trust dad with the technical stuff more than mum because of one time I pointed out to mum that having a USB (A.K.A. memory stick) may be useful fro transporting my school work instead of emailing it to myself. She bought a chunky thing that was also an MP3 (the one later used with my animations and to antagonise dad). The thing was, for the purpose I’d intended it was useless, because it was too wide to fit in the school’s computers (thou outer casing you understand.) The only thing it proved useful for was recording sound for a PowerPoint I had to do as part of my work last year. The other problem with that is that I already have an MP3 player and I use that one more for music. The USB one was left discarded for ages. So it seemed rather a waste of money, and that made me feel rather guilty. But dad’s a different story, he seems to enjoy wasting money on me. Though he may attempt to be thoughtful, it doesn’t seem like he’s really put much thought into it at all. I never go out, and when I do I certainly wouldn’t be stupid enough to carry a portable DVD player with me. So far it’s only really been used once and I don’t want to charge up the battery because it wares down on its own. It makes no sense. But it takes ages to charge up so if I feel like using it then it takes too long and I don’t feel like it anymore. Sally suggested I get him to buy me a PSP and then I can play 300 in it and decapitate people (she knows I want to see that and my current love of killing people in GTA 3).
Which reminds me. Mum was happy on Saturday. Why? Because we saw our first trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Why are they called trailers anyway? We’re hoping to try and see Ghost Rider on Thursday. I just want to see the flaming skeleton is all and a few fictional killings.

So, Monday. Dad came (he warned us he would on Sunday when he called). So I put the candles in his cake the night before. He came, we let him open his post, 2 birthday cards and his present (actually three if you count the one from us) to make sure he was in a good mood. Then we lit the candles. I was holding the cake and I hate walking along when the candles are lit because the heat goes in my face and the glare makes it hard to see. Anyway, I’m used to doing it, so I didn’t mind as much as I may seem to.
Dad’s reaction is hard to recall, even though it was just yesterday morning. There was a bit of “what the hell?”, shock, surprise, “I’m not 57” and happiness in there. He took the cake home and we kept the candles.
Oh, I’m done with Prince Caspian now and I started the Voyage of the Dawn Treader after only about 5-10 minutes interval.

I think that’s all. I’ll update if there’s anything more.

Bluebiird out.