Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Okey. What have I to say? Not much. I’m in ASDAN with no one to talk to. Hence the time to blog.
Just had an English exam, the drama and poetry paper about The Wife of Bath (Or WoB as I call it) and The Changeling. The questions seemed pretty easy. My timing was a little off but I managed to wrap it all up. I think I stuffed up a bit though. I hope actual quotes aren’t vital to my grade, because I didn’t use any (we couldn’t take our books in, I had nothing in my head (another case of failtorevisepropperlyitis a major symptom of lazycowitis )) I did do some sort of quotes. Seriously though, who can quote a line from the WoB exactly? I used a quote but worded it in modern terms. Think I spelt it wrong though. Oh well. What’s done is done. I just have to hope for the best.
I’m lucky I got in, in time for it. It was at nine. I don’t come in at nine. We’re supposed to be here at 8:45. Pah! What’s the point. Besides, I always sign in, so they know I’m here (like we’re supposed to) I only have one lesson now anyway and that’s English. Wednesday’ll be fun. Ms Miller’s lesson is in the morning. She hates me walking in late. Can’t say I’m too fond of her either but I don’t hate her, I just hate the way she teaches as a person she’s probably not too bad.
I feel pleased that I was able to wrap it all up though. Just one more exam and then I’m free.
This is the kind of stage where I’d start clearing out my locker and returning books and stuff but I don’t have a locker (didn’t need one and the school’s crap when it comes to lockers. I had one once for half a year then I moved up and had to give it back in like a good girl. Tried to get another locker that year and couldn’t. (that was in year eight I think, ages ago in the old school) after that I couldn’t be bothered to go through the hassle of it again.) and the only book I have to return is my Business book and I did that on Friday. Although, I think I have a maths book from year 12 and a GCSE IT book to return That is, assuming I can find them .

Anything else?

Oh yes. I had to play undertaker again on Saturday. Let’s just say that I was far from respectful to said corpse (a headless starling). I can’t say I ever remember smelling what I would call the smell of death but then I did. A headless starling, that stank and was missing bits of its wing. Its toes were still flimsy so (computer doesn’t like how I spell the damned word (I know it but I don’t know how to spell it exactly) so I’ll spell it out simply) ‘the thing where the body goes all stiff and doesn’t flop about after death’ hadn’t settled in it seemed. Mum had to help because it had flies and a wasp hanging around it and I refuse to stay near wasps. Bees I’m just about coping with but wasps I will not stay near. Kind of like my arachnophobia but with wasps, though wasps can sting you but only certain spiders can bite you. I cleared our traditional bird burial site (under a heap of thorns so the cats and foxes can’t get them). We’ve never found a buried corpse again so their either well hidden or something’s got them. We came to a horrible conclusion. This corpse had been buried before, under a slab of concrete I must add and somehow they’d dug it out, snapped it’s wing and taken off the head. I was furious and proceeded to clear a better space for it.
And I had a few moments to spare before Doctor Who came on which was good. It was a really creepy one this week and I jumped at least twice. Mum didn’t. She hardly ever does. It bugs me. But she actually likes horror films. I don’t. So that probably explains it. Let’s just say, I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at a statue in the same way again and it got me wondering. If stone could move (in Science-fiction) when nothing’s watching it then what do reflections do when no one’s watching? If I turn my back on my reflection, it’s still there. It’s just unfortunate that these thoughts happened to occur to me while I was in the shower, in front of a full length reflection of myself .

Well, I think that’s all except for our best wishes to Neo and we hope he gets better soon. I’d have the pirates sing a drunken anthem of some kind, but it’d be in decent, even if they were sober.

Bluebiird out.