Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

It’s been over a week since my last entry. There’s not that much to say. Yesterday…. No, last Thursday I think, I finished my book, now I’ve only got two more to read and I’ll have read the Chronicles of Narnia. Only problem is I’ve got about three weeks, not including this week and next before I don’t have to come into school. But that’s when my exams are and I’ll have to be revising. First business, for 3 hours, then English the next week and then the 3 hour English synoptic paper the week after. I haven’t actually started any revision. I don’t know why. I guess I’m just too lazy. But in my defence, I have been sick over the passed week. On Thursday I ran out of clean tissues and had to go asking for tissues. I didn’t come in on Friday, I was too sick. It’s passing though. It’s going around quite a bit. But at least it happened now and not during my exams.
Oh, I almost forgot. My last entry was about catching a pigeon. Well, said pigeon turned up in my garden last Monday after school. Not wanting to leave it out there I set out to catch it again. But this time it was prepared and it had me chasing it in the back and front garden a couple of times, until it was silly enough to corner itself by the bin. I caught it and put it in a box (not Henry’s cat box again, I didn’t think it suitable, in the box that one of the dragon’s Tom gave me came in, Triad, my second biggest dragon ornament). I lined it with newspaper and food and water and spent most of the evening watching it, and coaxing it to eat. I don’t think it liked me (If you were it, would you?). But I’d say it was pretty justified catching it again, because we suspected it’s mother was dead and just after I’d caught it, an invading cat prowled through the garden. It’s quite a new one, fluffy and ginger; needless to say I call it Fluffy.
Mum came home. We decided to try taking it to the vets. But the vet was closed, so we had to keep it over night (We’d put plenty of air holes in the box and lined it with fresh paper, because that bird just seemed to have an endless amount of excrement.)
We checked it in the morning. It seemed to have eaten and even had a drink of water, though it left some little parcels almost in two short rows. We planned to take it to the vet in the morning, well, I would have to, because mum had to go on a course thing so that she can do an exam to make her the one in charge in case of a fire (it comes with no extra pay and she only got it because no one else in health and safety wanted it. She’s certain she’ll fail anyway and she’s not sure she actually wants the job.)
While looking out of my window, as I often do when ever I go into my room in the morning I spied a pigeon on the roof (My room is the only one with a view of the bathroom roof and some of the kitchen roof). This pigeon looked familiar. You may recall how I thought I saw our pigeon fly away. Well, I think this was that pigeon. It looked older, with more green in it’s neck and it was bigger. I wondered if, seeing as it looked like our pigeon, it could be the mother and what we thought could have been it’s mother was another pigeon (we have quite a lot). I decided to see. I opened the door and just let our pigeon walk off. But the other pigeon had flown away so I went to catch our pigeon again. It hid under some thorns, right in a corner where I couldn’t reach it (right by the window as it happens, where it would’ve flown if I hadn’t caught it the first time.) It wouldn’t come out so I scattered plenty of seeds on the floor, to coax it out and the suspected mother back and left it, feeling it was safe enough in the corner.
I haven’t seen it since and there’s no signs of a struggle that we can find.

We did find it strange that so soon after the pigeon, I got this ghastly cold. But, like I said, it is going around. I’m suspecting it came from Ms Burton, because she had a bad cold earlier and took a few days off, and I saw her about my IT work on the Friday I stayed late. She sounded ill then.

Currently, I seem to be being very stupid and writing up bits of the various Doctor Who scripts that I think up. Though none of them are really that realistic for a Doctor Who script and it involves introducing a permanent new character, well I say permanent, none of them are ever really permanent, but that’s not the point.
I can’t tell you much though, because when ever I tell people about ideas, I lose interest or I realise how crummy they really are and besides, I may write them up and send them in, somehow, unlikely but possible. The thing is, as I make them up, they can be made to fit around any plot changes, so if the Doctor or his companion at the time change, it doesn’t matter. I’ve invented my own series of planets and their history. I’ll probably never write them up, or tell anyone about them properly, but I like to think them up all the same (and besides, seeing as I haven't actually put anything Doctor Who related into the written plans, I could try turning it into a book). It’s nice to have something in my head and sometimes I’ll think up a funny scene and smile. This may be why I’m rather cheery at the moment. What can I say, I like watching Doctor Who because I like sci-fi, I watch Star Trek if it’s on at a decent time, I watched SG1 when I could I watched Jason X on Friday, but I was sure I found it more frightening the first time I saw it, though I did keep flipping to Men In Black when the scary parts came on and last time I only saw the end half, this time mum was there though, albeit asleep (What can I say, I’m a coward when it comes to horror). I like good sci-fi films, particularly space related, even though I can predict the endings (Humans do something stupid threatening life on earth/asteroid hurtles towards earth/ aliens invade somehow, lots of people die (always set in America though, never anywhere else and England only gets mentioned when it blows up or the royal family die and is usually referred to with Europe in general) Action hero and/or computer guy with poor social life team up with others (usually including one woman with issues like a career or hating men or just poor social skills, though she’s never made unattractive), team set out, most of team die in various ways (one may give his life to save others) male and female lead characters survive and realise that they find each other attractive and either sleep together or just kiss at the end, world is saved, every one celebrates, president makes some speech about surviving and rebuilding (notice other countries are rarely mentioned and if they are, all eyes are on the president making his speech, like the other world leaders aren’t capable of inspiring their country themselves, and how come the other world leaders may die but the president doesn’t, or if he does, there’s always his second in command who doesn’t die) everyone’s happy, the end.)
However, there are some sci-fi films that are just confusing. I can think of a few but their names escape me. There was one recently about a guy that joins an agency who tamper with his memory and then he gets pulled out by another party and given to a rival group who tamper with his memory and then he gets completely confused, shoots the woman who’s been helping him only to find out that he’s none of the people he thought he was and he’s actually her boyfriend and he invented the memory thing both agencies used, they fly away and he did the whole thing to steal a disk with information about his girlfriend on. I’m not complaining though; don’t think that I’m complaining. I liked it; it was just a bit confusing to follow.
I don’t know why I like sci-fi I just do, but don’t go stereotyping me as an antisocial “geek” who dresses up like Star Trek characters and talks about how this is worse than that at conventions. (I say “geek” because I’ve never liked the word and it’s a stereotype in itself). I’m none of those things, well, I’m antisocial, but I’m working on that. And don’t think I hate the before mentioned stereotype (seeing as I’ve never actually met one, so who am I to judge) because even though I don’t do those things myself, I understand the need to show your appreciation for something you’re passionate about. Besides, I think the media blows it all out of proportion anyway. Why can’t the people who go to sci-fi conventions just be average people, with average jobs who enjoy a pint and watching football on weekends as well? The answer, I’m pretty sure they can. It’s just media stereotypes that make us think they can’t.
While on the subject of stereotypes.
The general classification of a “geek” would be someone;
Pale
Spotty
With glasses
Usually braces
A total swat
Teacher’s pet
Poor fashion sense
No social life.
Am I on the right track?
The most important factors being glasses, braces, pale and a know-it-all, I believe.
So, on that basis, explain to me how I could be considered a “geek”
Glasses – yes, I have glasses (and I did have rather unflattering ones)
Braces – No. Never had to have them.
Pale – Fair enough, I don’t tan, I burn.
The most important factor
Know-it-all – No. I actually see myself as rather stupid sometimes, most of the time in fact.
But the general consensus in early secondary school was that I was a “geek”. How does that work? Social outcast suited me better.
And why did those miserable *****es feel the need to pick on me?
Conforming to stereotypes.
I must be a geek, because of the specks and the refusal to dress like a Barbie. So they must be bullies, because they’re dim witted and obviously much prettier than me, with their hair spray and their makeup.
Obviously.
I doubt I’d have fitted in with them even if I tried. If I’d rolled my skirt up so high you could see my underwear I’d have been laughed out of school. That kind of thing just doesn’t suit girls of my size. I’ll be honest; I’m a bit of a hippo. But at least I’m a happy hippo and that’s what counts. I’d love to break media stereotypes, show the impressionable, slack-jawed idiots that you can be other things besides a stereotype. You don’t have to be a geek, the cool kid, the sporty one, the bully, the snotty nosed *****. You can be a unique mix. You can be the cool one everyone fancies and still play chess in the library. Why not? Isn’t the great thing about being human that we have our own personalities and that we’re all different?
How boring would the world be if everyone conformed to a specific stereotype?

Well, I seemed to have been nattering for quite some time. Thanks for sticking with my random train of thought. I hope anyone doesn’t take any offence to any of this. If you do, please just ignore me.

Bluebiird out.