December 9th, 2008 I’ve never liked the word or day, Tuesday.
It’s true, out of all the of the days of the week there are; Tuesday since as far back as I can remember has always been my least favourite day. Now this isn’t due to any particular reason, and certainly when I come to think of it, there really isn’t a plausible response as to why I don’t like Tuesdays, it just happens to be.
Today has been a usual Tuesday; boring.
I admit, as much as I groan and complain (and for some you’ll be fully aware of this), Monday’s are one of my favourite days of the week. It’s a new day, a new week, and I don’t know despite the Monday dreariness, I quite enjoy Mondays.
Then Tuesday bops along, offering its usual mix of nothingness, and gloom.
Today I have been hopelessly forgetful. For one, I totally forgot the layout of the timetable, I very nearly at ten past ten thought it was break. Now this usually wouldn’t be a problem, however at break time I had to go to Chemistry in order to get an experiment completed; so turning up twenty five minutes early and walking into my teachers’ class really wouldn’t have been good.
Then whilst doing said experiment, my mind refused to read the sheet properly, and I totally cocked everything up. I got a Conical Flask and a measuring beaker, and couldn’t work out how to wash out a Burette.
Finally, at the end of the day I dropped my glasses off the top of the lockers – thankfully they didn’t break – I left my bottle of water behind, and I realised whilst halfway home I had Chemistry Revision to attend. Now I need not remind anyone of my utter hopelessness that is my Chemistry Skills, and I need as much revision as I can get. So I walk back, then only to find that I’m not just the only one to attend, but it wasn’t really that important, as we’re doing the work the revision session covers in class tomorrow!
Bloody fantastic if you ask me!
Well, at least Monday was good as I finally got my bed delivered and built! It’s actually heaven to own a bed, especially when one has been “squatting” in her own room for over ten months!
The bed however, was by no means an easy task. But amazingly, my Grandad, Grandma, Mum and I all managed to work reasonably well to get it completed. Now bearing in mind – IKEA flat packs are designed with causing arguments in mind – and let’s just say my family likes to argue, one would only assume that when you put the two together, with the added bonuses of hunger, illness and old age that it could only be a disaster… Ye not!
I was actually amazed, and thankful. It wasn’t easy putting the bloody thing together, and why the bed slats don’t come pre-rolled up I do not know! Although I now do realise why someone may be willing to pay £55 (the price quoted to me by the nice man in IKEA) to have their things put together by someone else!
However, I am slightly disgruntled at IKEA because they put in some wrong bits for the bed and my bookcase, and I have some horrible rough edges! Without over-complicating it, it’s the bit that you’re not meant to see on the wood, and they only included bits where you could see them when they were correctly positioned. So I’m going to have to find a way of fixing that!
Moving in a slightly different direction, a thought!
Why do people insist on sending Roses to the one they love?
Now this thought came to light a couple of weeks back in Biology, and it turned into a miniature debate. You see, I see that roses are quite possibly some of the worst flowers to give someone. Firstly they smell disgusting, secondly they are all prickly, thus causing pain to the person who you’ve given them to; and finally, it’s completely unoriginal!
My friends Charlie W and Emily insisted that I was wrong; Roses are nice tokens and that they are beautiful flowers and that they are ideal to give to someone you love as a token of your desire.
Now you see to me, that makes no sense. If you want to look at the flowers in a poetical sense then the fact they are thorny could be said to represent the hardships of love, and how it’s hard thing to achieve; it could also represent beauty as something which has its drawbacks – but even so why on earth would you give someone a foul smelling flower that is bound to have some thorns left somewhere on them, as a token or symbol of love!
It’s crazy!
Tulips, those are reasonable flowers, although I have to say if anyone ever feels like buying me flowers, buy me some Lilies – yes I do know they are symbolic of death – but they’re my favourite, and they won’t cause me any pain should I choose to hold the thing!
More importantly, I hope Emily and Charlie will now remain content that they’ve got a mention – especially Emily as I know she reads my ramblings quite often!
As for now I think I will save anything else for Friday – when I shall hopefully have my own internet! Although, I’m going to have to lay out some wiring around the house to sort it all out! Ahh.
Also I will remind you all in the next blog too, but next week “The O.G” magazine (I came up with the name, it was meant to sound something like the O.C so all of us Overton people can pretend we’re actually far more exotic and cooler than what we truly are) will be on sale on Monday… I urge you all to purchase one, not just for Jess’ “Happy Crazy Fun Page”, or any of the other brilliant pieces of relevant news and articles, but for my contribution in the area of Politics! Amazingly I limited myself to just one A4 page!
More information about that in the next Blog!
Thanks,
Samantha.
(http://www.thesamantha.co.nr)
January 15th, 2009 at 1:01 am
YAY
Im finally in one.. I also read your one today.. ‘censored honesty’ and it made me smile when I read what I asked you lol.. Oxygen is IMPORTANT ya know.. Alsooo you didnt mention it was her birthdayy .. GOD!! xxxx
January 16th, 2009 at 8:06 pm
Lol!
I’m glad to see you’re spending time out of school wisely!
Samantha.