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Hello! At last, the site works! What a relief- let no more be said...
It's half past five in the morning again. I didn't used to believe it was possible to get up this early! Wonder how long I can go on for with six hours' sleep a night? It's really weird that I can DO this at all, because if I don't have an alarm clock and no one wakes me up, I just slttp for 12 hours...
Reminds of this crazy guy at MIT who did experiments with 30-hour days. He was seen walking around campus in the middle of the night, sleeping through lectures, blah...
The cat is still gone! Come back, cat. I suppose I shouldn't go all worried though, it's probably normal for tomcats to do this... He's never done it before. He may have been caught in a trap, there are loads of illegal snares all over the place- that's how he lost half of his tail *rolls eyes*
Will upload this now- have bobbing Spanish test later, have to revise *curses* It's weird, the way they teach Spanish here. No learning how to say hello, chat, buy groceries, etc- they stick you in front of a short story and get you to analyse it. Weiiiiird.
Hasta la Vista, BOBBO
I can never spell this particular day of the week. Is it wenDESday or wedNESday? My spelling is going all wonky these days. I suppose it's the French that's doing it- I'm at the stage where you think in French, and it's interfering with my English. I asked someone "Are you going?" a while ago, 'cos that's how you say how do you do in French- ca va. I'm even dreaming in French, for Bob's sake! This is unnerving...
Oh, there's one of those vital ego-boosters, a counter. It's rather dumb though- it counts page-views, not visits- so if I click Refresh over and over again, POW! Counter says 500. But I wouldn't do a thing like that. Oh, no. *hee hee*
If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now .
-Douglas Adams
It's Wen-whatever- which means, according to the intricacies of the French school system, I get the afternoon off. Well, suppose it makes up for the other four 12-hour days... NOT! If they don't fix the system soon, they're going to have another revolution on their hands...
France has been:
-Invaded by Romans
-Invaded by barbarians
-Monarchy
-Democracy (first revolution)
-Monarchy
-Democracy (another revolution)
-Empire (Napoleon)
-Democracy
-Invaded by the Nazis
-Democracy again- Bob knows for how long...
Hasta la Vista, BOBBO
News! Bobbo has got a... MESSAGE BOARD! The Halls of Fire. Here! That was easy, except for the colours... lol, keep going on about the colours...
*Wonders* would it be a good thing if everyone got a board? 'Cos everyone seems to be getting boards... On the one hand, it would cause better personal expression, blah. But we'd all have to check hundreds of boards every day.
Anyway, JOIN MY BOARD! Pleeease! Lol. There might even be a RP one of these days- as if there aren't enough RPs around already *sigh* Wouldn't it be nice to have a Terry Pratchett one?
Trying to think of stuff to blog about. I don't reall get up to much any more, what with school, etc- *curses* When I was HE, I used to get up to all sorts of interesting things which could have been blogged about... The cat seems to be gone for good.
I'm trying- again, this is the fourth time- to write a book. This time it's heroic fantasy. Of course, I started with The Map, lol. Spent hours coming up with a plausible countries and so on. Then, had an idea- why bother inventing a world when there's a useful one lying around already? Then I could just trace off the atlas! Problem: it can't be used for fantasy because it's already full of 6 billion people who would object. Solution: nuke 'em all. And so the plot is ready- LOTR-type epic set on this planet ten thousand years in the future, when society has regressed to a medieval level after a nuclear war. The West (bob, there's a West in every bad fantasy novel) is Europe and the Evil Empire (awaiting good name) is in the traditional place for evil empires, Mordor, Mallorea etc, the east. I suppose this stems from history, what with Russia, China, the Huns etc all having invaded Europe in the past...
Yo, BOBBO
Helloo! We elected the class delegates today. Well, we tried to. You know what happens whey you try to get schoolchildren to vote. They voted for people who weren't candidates. They voted for themselves. They voted for the teacher. Good bob... It finally got done though. I didn't volunteer- I would have it it was England, but I can't debate and things in French. Lol.
The map is finished! I managed to think of some placenames that don't sound straight out of a David Eddings book. Will scan it- it's biiiig though! Finally got scanner working after hours of fiddling around with drivers and so on. There's that wonderful feeling that only techie geeks can get- where you spend hours fixing everything up, and you press the button, and it all just Works. Heavenly.
Weird walkman adventures: I have two of them. They've both gone down on me in the past two weeks. *rolls eyes* One is just knackered, and the other ones' drive belt is streched... which is sad as it was a rather good one, whereas the other one was just cheap rubbish. So I'm going to have to by a French one with the Savings. Lol.
Found one for 50 euros. Thought was top of range, etc. Then looked at Argos catalogue from years ago, and was Amazed. Twice the battery time for the same price! You just get overcharged so much on anything technological in France.. the only cheap things are cheese, wine and dead tractors. *Misses daily dose of metal*
Auf Widersehen (pet), BOBBO
Hellooooo! Funny scanner happenings... the map is too big to fit in the scanner. I have to scan it in little bits and glue it together! Which will have to wait until the weekend. Every evening I say "Bobbo! Scanner! Now!" And then YIM gets opened...
I keep not getting up in the morning. Well, I get up, but too late- I try and do it an hour early to get on the computer and hopefully get some work done. Of course, work means msg boards and RPs. Lol. I do not understand how it is possible to sleep through an alarm clock that loud. The other problem is that when I do hear it, I just clobber it half-asleeply and knock myself out again. Gah. I need to go to bed earlier.
Walkman adventures over! Happy ending, luckily. Bought a cheap, rubbish one and a set of cheap, rubbish batteries (20 FOR 2 QUID!) This is amazing. Tha batteries last longer than Duracells used to do on the quality walkman, and there's an equalizer! For 13 euros! which is like 8 pounds! Am I lucky or what...
Mind mem It'll probably pack in in a few weeks... *hopes* Went to library yesterday! Good haul... Iron Maiden CD, Motorhead CDs, Alice Cooper CD, Motley Crue CD. Yes, Motley Crue fans, I knoooooowwww there's an accent! Can't be bothered to insert the code... Plus nice book about horses. *needs a horse* Don't get me started on horses, we'll be here all night...
Farewell, BOBBO
Woot! Map scanned. Click 'ere.
Mum's birthday on Friday- lots of runnings around madly looking for cakes at the last moment, 'cos we couldn't buy the cake before and stash it in the fridge, because Mum goes into the fridge all the time. What a long sentence.
You would not believe the stupidity of whoever works out my timetable at school. On Fridays, I have two hours of sport right after lunch. How mad do you have to be to do that? It has uncouth effects on one's plumbing.
*drums fingers* What shall I put here? I can never think of things to write in the morning. Of course, blog ideas pop up at all other times of the day- but when I'm actually WRITING the thing they all run away and hide behind the sofa.
Oh, yes, my RP. If it ever starts. I can's decide whether to have one or not- there are loads already, and lots of them are dying... If it does happen though, 'twill be a Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy RP. A change from all this piratical stuff that's invading everywhere. Not that I object to pirates, mind you. Pirates are... very fun.
Ahoy, BOBBO
Hello! Still can't spell Wendesday.
It's raining. Which is quite a relief, actually; is hasn't done it for months. French weather has finally come to terms with the fact that summer is over. Now it's going to start overdoing the winter too. It'll probably snow next month.
*was just asleep for thirty seconds*
Weird things are going on with my so-called social life. It's starting to resemble an episode of Eastenders. There's one guy who can't stand annother guy, who acts like Just William, someone else who wants to leave school and drive taxis, and then a person who keeps the taggy thing he had on in the maternity ward on his person at all times. World, wake up! It's us HE people who are supposed to be mad, not you "normal" people! Compared to this bunch of loonies Hannibal Lecter was a nice guy!
As far as I can see, it's the fault of the system; if you stick someone in a classroom and pump irregular verbs into them from the age of five, there's not much chance they're going to turn out sane! All my life I've been told I was crazy by assorted school people, etc. Now who's crazy? I've never met a HE person who thought comparing your face to camel dung was fun. I have to get out of here!
Sleepy, BOBBO
Inneresting things happening- Mum, Dad and Brother are going off to Bordeaux in the camper van for half a week. I get to stay here and feed the chickens. Ha! Normally I'd like bumping around in a camper van, me being a natural traveller, but it was a case of I stay here or no one goes anywhere at all... these animals take an awful lot of looking after. There's the dogs as well, who need walkies and comforting...
So, went shopping and bought provisions, which consist of:
- 4 pizzas
- 2 packets Birdseye fish fingers
- 1 bottle ketchup, Heinz
- 2 boxes Frosties
- 1 pack vanilla dessert thingies
- 2 loaves American bread
- 1 jar Nutella
And this is meant to be spread out nice and correctly according to a planny thing. Knowing me, on the other hand, I'll probably eat all the vanilla dessert things on the first day, get so ill I won't eat anything else for three days, be so hungry I'll eat all the fish fingers at once, and then be left with four pizzas to get rid of. It reminds me of that Adrian Mole person, who went hiking and brought the entire contents of Sainsbury's with him...
Rather hungry after all that, BOBBO
Woooo! Mum, Dad and Brother disappeared yesterday, leaving long lists of things to do. Feed dogs, feed chickens, take dogs for walkies, take chickens for walkies. And there's a little pot in the fridge which fills up with water and has to be emptied, or it overflows and floods the tomatoes. Gah.
Stayed up until three in the morning, and as a result got up just before midday. Mwahahahaha. Looked at three episodes of Absolutely Fabulous, including the one where they go to Morocco and get stranded in the desert with a camel. LOL.
A funny thing happened to me last night concerning a pizza. It went in and out of the oven about five times, at every possible heat setting- the oven is a bit mad and its fan doesn't work- and I somehow managed to burn the top and the bottom, while leaving the inside looking like dough! Gah! There must be something on the net about how to cook pizza. *looks*
I am a prophet! What I said was going to happen almost exactly happened! Yes, I ate half the flans. I do not understand how it is possible to eat six of them and not be ill! But in my case it is, which is rather fun actually...
I'm going to make some fish fingers... which- hurrah- I can make without them coming out like Lego blocks! Wheeeee...
BOBBO
I've just been outside doing extremely weird things to the car. Someone- I name no names!- was dumb enough to park it under a gigantic conifer. What are conifers known for? Well, yes, pine cones, but they also drip enormous amounts of gloopy sap. In order to stop the car being encased in resin and preserved like that mosquito in Jurassic Park, someone has to get all the sap off. Guess who?
I wonder if 'twould be possible for scientists in a couple of million years to clone the car from its DNA? If cars have DNA... and then you'd have awful american feature films where Ford Escorts rampage around eating people. Hey! I'm saving millions of people from having to watch that...
Anyway, the car's covered in thousands of little blobs. It took me ages to work out how to get them off... you have to boil water, pour it on the blobs, and scrub at them very hard before they cool down. Gah...
On another front, I've discovered how to make pizzas. *cave man discovery-of-fire dance* I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you...
BOBBO
Dad, Mum and Brother are coming back today... so large amounts of tidyinghas to be done due to the pizza wrappers, flan pots, et cetera I've left everywhere. And I still haven't done the car... *boils saucepan of water*
Wheee! Halloween tomorrow... interesting pumpkin up there... *motions at top of page* I'm going to have fun with a Xmas layout for this site... Gah, it gets earlier and earlier every year. A load of nauseating French catalogues arrived last week, divided into For Him, For Her, For Girls, blah. BLODDY STEREOTYPING! Everything was done out in pink and blue. This is the reason for all this mess... they scream at you from the age of four, "You! Girl! Dolls, nurse outfits, tea sets!" or "You! Boy! Action man, machine guns, wrestling!" Gah...
Listening to Dad's Army on BBC7 on the Web... "About face!" "I'm not goin' to." "What?" "I'm not goin' to." "I'm going to have to inform Captain Mannering..." LOL. I have to upload this before the water boils...
BOBBO