France, Pimm's and ties.

I do not appear to have written a blog entry for a while, which is a complete crime! I really am awful. This should be quite a long entry, so it will make up for any other things I could have posted.

Last week from Monday to Friday I was in France on the year nine French trip. (There were spare places so they decided to ask year tens) It was quite fun. Better than school at least, though I had a total of one shower throughout the whole of the five days. ONE. The shower wasn't really that nice, hence the fact I chose to be unclean. Amazingly, on one of the days when I woke up my hair was scarily soft and shiny, even though by that time it should have been incredibly disgusting and greasy.

Surprisingly, I didn't actually spend all of my money. That is rather unlike me, but never mind! I did buy some things though, including Cosmopolitan on the ferry back (in English, of course) which I read out loud on the coach, because I am cool like that.

I did not get any pictures at all! This was because me being the silly moomin I am forgot to put the memory card in my camera. Or pack it at all for that matter. This irritated me because I wanted to take lots of photos, but I would not have been able to get them onto my computer because I do not have the right sort of cable. I might somewhere in the house, but it's not really very easy finding things in my house. Why did I not buy a disposable camera? I do not know. I also forgot my razor, but was strangely un-hairy when I got back home.

I got home at about ten to eight, meaning I could not go to Explorers, which was quite annoying because I really wanted to go. It was a Murder Mystery thing. GRR! I did have a lovely shower at about ten past ten though. Once again my hair was shiny and soft! But not quite as shiny and soft as it had been.

On Saturday, I went to my Aunty Sue's house. I love it there very much. We went on a walk where my shorts decided to be mean and uncomfortable. We drank Pimm's. Or at least, I TRIED to drink Pimm's, but after lending mine to my aunt so I could take a picture (she had already finished hers) it had disappeared. Where to? Her stomach. Yes, she had drunk mine too. After this, she gave me some more but by this time I could not be bothered to drink it anymore. I'm not sure what happened to it.

It was very sunny and the heat was slightly unbearable, but I lived! I came home on Sunday evening, equipped with Twinings tea and chocolade hagel and something or other hagel and some 'Fruity Bytes'. LOL.

And now, some news. Today I got my year eleven tie, which is quite scary because it makes me feel old. It also reminds me of funerals. Maybe because it is black?

Well... can't really be bothered to write much more. May write another entry tomorrow, so there is something to look forward to. Woo I am in ICT. Ooh how fun.

Goodbye my pretties! Robyn xxxxx

Buses, Ally and clothes

This blog entry was compiled by Alex and Robyn: Today Alexandra Alice Standing and Robyn Martha Hawkins caught a total of four buses. Four. Four buses! This was due to a little tiny mistake Ally made. She went to pay for something in a shop and realised...... SHE DID NOT HAVE HER PURSE. How awful. So there was that moment of panic wondering where on Earth it had disappeared to. "What if it's been stolen?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!" That moment lasted for ages. From the time we realised the purse was missing up until the point where we got back to Ally's (where she got stressed and started shouting and screaming because she could not see it) and I found it. Ally rewarded me for being so fantastic by giving me a plastic watch. The kind with ballbearings that you have to get to rest in the little grooves. Oh yes. It does not, however, tell the time.

After this huge ordeal we decided to rest our aching limbs for a few moments whilst we ate Pom-Bears (of which Robyn did fantastic impressions), and drunk Pimm's and lemonade as we sat and cooled off. After this, we continued our endeavours to actually get into town and do some shopping, and so we stood at the bus stop near Ally's house. Turns out, she'd never actually been to this bus stop before and therefore did not know which buses came here. We suddenly saw a bus approaching, but in our short-sightedness, could not see the number. Panicking, Ally shouted "Glasses! Get your glasses out! Quickly! Hurry! It's right there! COME OOOOONNNN!!", and so Robyn quickly rushed into her bag and tried to shove her glasses on top of her sunglasses, which did not help, and after Robyn started to say "Oh... Oh dear! I can't see. Nope. Nothing.", Ally interrupted with a sharp "GIVE THEM TO ME! QUICK!" and proceeded to snatch them from her. We did then discover that it was indeed the 902, and we got on it and sat down.

In town, the first thing we did was go into the Bullring and get a Boots meal deal each. They are the food of God! GOD! You can imagine him up there on his big old cloud nibbling at his cheese and three bean wrap and chunky chocolate with blueberries. You know he does. So after that we decided to go and carry out the long winded yet immensely satisfying task of clothes shopping. We wandered round many shops, where Ally stressed about how flared some jeans were, Robyn attempted to squeeze into size 6 shorts (and failed), Ally tried to walk in stilettos, Robyn DID walk in stilettos, Ally bought leopard print shoes, Robyn wanted leopard print shoes, Ally bought a scarf, both bought belts and necklaces from Primark, both bought tops and Ally bought jeans. The jeans are like SEX. Better than, actually. They're so nice. They're exactly the ones she wanted. And they'd been reduced, like, from £45.00 to £19.99. She loves them. They are from GAP, and they're called Skinny Coupe Cigarette. She likes them because she likes the word 'skinny' attached to something on her person because she is not skinny. (She is far from fat!)

At the end of the day, we went to Costa in Waterstones where Robyn drank peppermint tea and Ally sucked the teabag. Then we got the bus back to Ally's where we ate Chinese while watching The Mighty Boosh.

And now we are here! HERE! WRITING A BLOG ENTRY WHATSIT! So, until next time my little fluffsniffers, Ally and Robyn. xxxxx

Exams, Biology and Matt Ager

Does anyone realise what a crime I have commited? I did not post a blog entry yesterday. Mainly because I was in a bad mood and I didn't want that to affect the jolly-ness that I have contained in my last few blog entries. I intend to keep it that way. Yesterday I had a Science exam. Maintenance of life did not go too badly, though the thing I revised the most (I REVISED!) did not actually come up. I remembered most things though. Earth materials, however, was a slightly different story. I didn't actually revise it, even though I knew full well that I knew a lot less of it than I did for the other module. I honestly need to start paying attention in Science lessons. I'm not taking anything in.

Today I had another exam. This time it was Maths. It went okay, except I know I've made some really really stupid mistakes. Never mind. I don't think i've failed so that is alright.

Biology today was really funny. None of us actually got any results for our experiment. I got hit in the face by Alison, because the blender didn't switch on straight away, and when it did it made her jump, her arm swung backwards, and her hand flew into my jaw. It hurt slightly! Alison and Heather then spent the rest of the lesson trying to sort out their liver, which was being stubborn and would not filter. They didn't even get a chance to add the hydrogen peroxide. Me and Emily, on the other hand, had a slightly different problem. We attempted to put beakers with bits of potato in them into the water baths. It did not work. The beakers simply bobbed back up to the top and tried to tip over. We had to keep going and asking the science technicians for more boiling tubes/ test tube racks. Eventually we put our boiling tubes of potato and hydrogen peroxide into the water baths (hers only at forty degrees, mine at twenty, forty, sixty and eighty degrees.) After about ten minutes, we decided that the potato and hydrogen peroxide had reached the correct temperature, so we both decided to try and get some results. After timing for ten minutes, Miss Broome decided to tell us we had been doing it wrong. A few minutes later, we had to pack up. At least we know what to do differently next time.

Onto the last point in the subject: Matt Ager. I worry about his mental health. He is insane. But he makes me laugh. Too much. It hurts. Today is the third day I brought in Laughter in the Dark by Vladimir Nabokov for him to borrow, and once again I did not see him. Today I brought in t.A.T.u's first album, 200 km/h in the wrong lane, for him to borrow also. My bag is being taken over by things to lend to people! I also need to lend Bill Excel Saga volume 4 (the one with the lesbian robots). I also need to lend Colette my hair magazine!

I have proof that I am cool.

I have a Hello Kitty Juice Bar! It is so plastic and... fruity! It has wheels and a WINDOW and a thing that says open and closed. And Hello Kitty is dressed as a pineapple! There are strawberries in the blender! I am not sure why I suddenly decided to take pictures of it today, but I did.

Anyways, I have nothing more to say! Goooooodbyeeeee! Robyn. xxxxx

School, Velma and not much else

Today was a rather boring day really. Not much happened. Had Maths first, that was exciting. Marking practice papers is a jolly thing to do first thing on a Monday, especially when you have done terribly. I'm not sure what is wrong with me. I can't do simple things. I struggle with factorising these days. I think my brain has switched off permanently. Ohhh welll.

Nothing much happened in RE. That was rather... fun. Actually no! I had a rather indepth conversation with Colette about how EVERYTHING is sin. Colette said "watching TV isn't sin" and I said "or eating chocolate" so she said "but it's gluttony!" and I said "you could just eat one square" and she said "but it would probably still count as gluttony" and then we realised that watching TV could count as sloth. We also discussed the fact that pride is a silly sin, because if you have achieved something, surely you are going to feel proud of yourself. Colette said that it was probably because you are comparing yourself to others and that is jealousy, so I said you may be comparing what you have done to something you did before and you are proud that you have improved. Colette said that would be trying to better yourself, and that would mean you were not happy with the way God had made you. We came to the conclusion that we are both terrible Christians.

At break Tom B. and Olie decided I look like Velma from Scooby Doo. Isn't that nice? It was like ooooh deja vu. I'd had a similar conversation with someone else before.

The rest of my day must have been boring because I can barely remember what I did. But after school I went into Sutton and after that I went home, watched some football, ended up shouting at the TV and then ate dinner while watching The Simpsons.

After dinner, I went upstairs to *attempt to* play keyboard. That was rather exciting since I have lost most of my sheet music (goodness knows where it has gone) and I can't remember how to play aaaaanything. Not that I was even slightly good in the first place. maybe I should try and actually learn to play an instrument rather than just try and fail and give up. But to be honest, I can't be bothered to learn anything. I am lazy and PROUD OF IT.

Now I am writing a blog entry and *kind of* talking to Nathan on MSN. Ooooh aren't I popular? Ooh now Al is talking to me. That is two people.

Goodbye for now! Wobyn. xxxxx

Late mornings, Laughter in the Dark and Maths

This morning I woke up late. I lay in bed for goodness knows how long, and eventually, at twenty past twelve, dragged myself downstairs, armed with dressing gown and book, greatly looking forward to my morning cup of tea, which, as is the case everyday, my mother made for me with such love and kindness. While drinking my tea, I also ate lunch (A sandwich of mayonnaise and extra mature cheddar on brown bread, no margarine or butter), and read some of Laughter in the Dark.

My reading carried on throughout the afternoon up until the point I decided I should probably do some homework. (Page one-hundred-and-sixty-four, bearing in mind I started on page sixty or seventy something at the beginning of the afternoon.) I struggled a surprising amount with the Maths paper, so after about five minutes, I, being the kind of person I am, gave up and came to write a blog entry. I shall resume my homework quite soon, most probably, and hopefully this time I will be able to do it.

Tonight, hopefully, my dad will light a fire so I will be able to sit outside and say things such as "Ooh how pretty! Flamey flamey!" or words to that effect. To be honest, I'm not sure that I have ever said 'flamey' in my entire life up to this point, and I do not think it is likely that I will start now.

Well, I must be off to do necessary things, such as Maths papers, and possibly other things too. Until next time, goodbye and goodnight! Bobyn. xxxxx

Lego boyfriends, Vladimir Nabokov and Twinings tea

Today I went into town with Dani. She got to mine at approximately eleven thirty AM, then I tried to find my sunglasses that took a while. When we got into town we had to spend about a year in Virgin whilst Dani decided upon four CDs to buy which were on four for twenty pounds. After Virgin, I was about to eat myself, so we went to Boots and had a meal deal. I opted for a barbecue chicken wrap, chocolate cake and a vanilla bean and honey smoothie, wheras Dani chose a chicken and bacon sandwich, a chocolate dessert of some description, and Appletiser.

We went to the Lego shop, I think after Boots, and Dani bought me a boyfriend. He is gorgeous. He has long grey hair. I have fabulous taste in men. We then went to Waterstones where I spazzed over the Vladimir Nabokov books and bought Laughter in the Dark- with no hesitation at all. Dani, on the other hand, spent several months before she decided which book to buy, by which time I was very desperate for some sort of hot beverage. So we went to the Costa's in Waterstones and I drank Twinings chamomile tea. It smelt like green tea and was rather satisfying.

Après Waterstones, nous sommes allèes au Oasis markets where I felt rather out of place to be honest. We looked at various items, and once again I spazzed, this time over the lovely lovely hair accessories. We then went back to my house where we sat down for a few minutes, then Dani went home. This left me friendless so I started reading Laughter in the Dark. I got up to page seventeen then decided I needed to come and write a blog entry. So I did.

That is the end of my ramblings for now. Will write again soon. Until then, farewell! Robynski. xxxxx

Sunshine, greenflies and lamp-posts

My gosh. I am writing an entry in this here new blog. My gosh. How exciting am I? I suppose I should probably say something of interest, but to be fair I am not that interesting a person. I do not really have much to say.

Today was a nice day. I think the weather was good. Yes it was. The sky was blue, the clouds were white and fluffy and the Sun was shining. It was warm. I love the Summer. The Sun puts me in a good mood. I keep getting the sudden urge to read lolita again, but Ally has it, which is kind of annoying. Never mind, never mind. I still must read volumes one and two of Cowboy Bebop. It is really not like me to put off reading manga, but for some reason I am. I think it is my laziness. Ooh Maths exam and Science exam next week. How jolly. I have not revised at all. I do not do revision. I am the sort of person who just goes into exams hoping to do well.

The picture on the left is of me today, on the way to Dani's house. I do love lamp-posts. That one was my friend. It really was. Today I befriended a greenfly. His name was Sebastian, but there was a sudden gust of wind and he got blown off my finger and flew far away into the distance! I was rather annoyed. My friend had been taken away from me! Those sunglasses are not mine. They are Dani's. My sunglasses are a lot different to those. I like my sunglasses. But the leopard print hairband is mine. Brand new. I like it. It is very scene. Don't I look cool in my school uniform? I think I do. Very cool.

Anyway, I am rambling and I am sure everyone is very bored by now. Au revoir mes petits pois! Until next time, Robijntje. xxxxx