Spider pidg....

Heeeeeeey dudes. I'm in a rut. That particular rut is one where I don't post on odd days. I need to get out of this rut.

Anyway. HERE'S A STORY.

A few days ago, Zazu disappeared and this morning I thought "Well, that's the last I'll be seeing of her, then." with mild dispair.

This afternoon, when I got home, I saw my three remaining white pigeons in the garden, and a strange-looking grey one next to them. I thought that was weird, because they normally batter the grey ones.

I went out to investigate, and noticed it didn't fly away. Odd.

It wasn't long before I realised the grey one was actually a white one covered in a layer of what I can only presume to be soot.

It seems young Zazu had fallen down a chimmney and been trapped in it for two days.

No idea, how she got out, as we all have gas fires here (apart from my family, we're SPECIAL). All the fireplaces are blocked up. I guess she must have climbed up the wall of the chimmney (she can climb walls, if she flaps her wings a bit for balance).

Spider pidg, spider pidg... Can he fly, no he can't, I'll tell ya why... Wait a min, that's one useless spider pidg.

LOL.

See ya.

Lazyness...

Heeeeeeeeeeeey people. Once again, I haven't posted for a while. It's probably because I am what you might refer to as "Lazy".

We had a pretty invigorating assembally today. It consisted of half an hour of our head of year telling us she was speechless and we were going to fail our exams and it's too late now to do anything about it. WAY FUN! the only one better than that, that I can recall, was when a deputy head told us we were all going to fail at our exams, at life, and then die young. PRETTY DARN GOOD.

So, nothing really worth mentioning today. Lessons driving me one step closer to clinical depression, perhaps, but nothing else. So, toodly-pips.

Mushy brains. Yay.

Hey. Turns out I didn't post yesterday. Sorry, and like. I had stuff to do.

LOL. As if.

Nah, I just couldn't be bothered, in truth :-)

Yesterday was okay, I suppose. My teachers were on strike. WONDERFUL. Gives us a day off. Don't see what they want though. More money for standing around for just the same amount of time as they were before. I suppose they think that the standing's becoming more tiring.

TOUGH LUCK.

Well, perhaps another thought train was "Three weeks till exams begin, year 11 aren't falling behind too far... A strike might be beneficial."

Those lovely humans.

Well, not much happened today. Well, I did find out a friend is life-threateningly ill. But she already was. But she's got worse. But that's not really for blogging about.

Reckon I'm gonna go now. See ya.

Aah, America...

Hey hey, children.

School today was fun as ever; one of my teachers decided to lose a piece of my coursework, for which the deadline was this morning, and apparently I'm not invited to the leavers dinner for my year either. WONDERFUL.

Aah well, I tend not to worry. The holiday.

Was awesomes. Jopkins saw alligators. And lots of them. And nearly walked into a couple. A scary experience for someone who's never seen one before. Heck, I'm such a tourist.

Well. The first week my family rented a villa, huge, about six bedrooms each with a double bed, a pool, a games room, massive TV's in all rooms, the works. WAS AWESOME. That week we went to all the Universal Studios theme parks, which are: Universal studios (sucks) Aqualanda (is okay but the queues are gigantic) Islands Of Adventure (Freakin' AWESOME), Seaworld (Pretty darn good too) and Busch Gardens (Easily the best). ALL IN ALL PRETTY GOOD. Heh. There are like, random stuff like flamingoes and peacocks wandering around the parks. Awesomes.

The second week, which included my birthday, which makes me precisely one day older than I was the day before that, my family rented a car and we drove down to the south, the everglades, staying in motels and the like. Saw so much wildlife I got bored of it eventually; LOADS of alligators, a few snakes, thousands of lizards, loads of different birds, including bald eagles, and an osprey in a tree eating a trout, a wild boar and the likes. Oh, and a bobcat/panther too. Didn't get a good look at it really, it was sprinting off down a path once having seen us. I sound like such a tourist, but hey, we don't get this stuff in England.

My birthday went off to a flying start, woke up on a cold motel floor (there weren't enough beds), but I got to eat pancakes, so all was good. Aquired me a Nintendo DS and 10 fruit trees planted in Africa, amongst other such stuff given to charities on my behalf. FUN AND GAMES.

I really feel like I'm missing out by not being American. They're all so nice and friendly. Especially when I was wearing the two foot tall (or thereabouts) cat in the hat hat. that started lots of fun conversations with people such as a waitress, a guy with a cowboy hat at an airport, and random passers by. Heheh, first thing I heard when I got on the Atlanta-London flight was a London guy going "Oh dad, why won't you help me look for it? You're gay!" and I was reminded just how dispicable England is. I was depressed for that whole ten hour flight + train journey home. Still am, I suppose. I miss the sun. And the people. Yeah... I wish I could take my friends there. Some of them are even awesome.

Well.

Pictures tomorrow, I suppose. If I can find my camera. Ta-ta, for now.

GrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know what's DISTINCTLY NOT FUN? THE SCHOOL! Back off my holidays yesterday, in school today, first thing I get is "Six pieces of science coursework in for the morning."

I an not a happy bunny.

Currently, me and the rest of my year are scrambling around MSN searching for anyone who's done anything on anything to send them. Our teachers are abominable; they taught us next to nothing. We're having to guess our wat through our GCSE's. NOT A FUN THING TO DO.

I barely even have time to blog. I'm only awake on sugar. Anyway, the holiday.

WAS FREAKIN' AWESOME! America is where the fun's at. Seriously. They're all so... FRIENDLY! And the sun. The sun :-D Oh, it's amazing.

Freaky coincidence: I was at Orlando International Airport on the same day as regular Inside My Head reader and superstar Casey Viers. WEIRD.

I bought a cat in the hat hat.

Well I don't really have much time to talk about much so I'll have to do it tomorrow. See ya.

Oh. Another fun thing. My dad's just been in with a book about my school, it says all science coursework has to be done in class. The school have been being illegal. WONDERFUL.

See ya.

The US of A.

I feel, dear readers, that I have neglected to mention something.

Tomorrow morning, I'm off from jolly ol' Manchester to Florida.

Yep. I've packed up the pigeons, put the brother in the kennel, taken the parents off the leashes, and I'm off. Down to London tomorrow, flights to Atlanta the day after, then to Orlando. Well, I'm a typical tourist. We've got to go to Orlando. I'll be sure to take some pictures of the parents looking at the upside down map for the Eiffel tower, and the like.

So I won't be blogging for two weeks, I'm afraid. Monday the 21st of April is the very earliest I'll manage to blog.

But anyway. This is the FUTURE. I rarely think about that. TODAY.

Today was "Citizenship day" at school. Let me tell you, most useless day of the year. I imagine conversations between teachers went something like this.

"Year 11 are all behind on coursework."
"HOW behind?"
"A few weeks, I'd say."
"Right... We're gonna have to sort this out... Some of them might catch up. Let's throw a citizenship day, to get them a bit further back."

Citizenship day is the day where we come in and get told for seven hours about "citizenship". We had a drugs one (we merely learnt the positive effects of drugs, they didn't really bother cover the negative ones), a sex one (we leant not to have sex, ever, or we'll die) and other ones JUST AS USEFUL. Me and some friends settled by playing computer games for the day.

I stabbed myself in the eye with a pencil. Accidentally, I might add. I was in a taecher's room who'd previously got me excluded for a week. It did not go down well when I shouted a naughty word very loudly across the room. But hey, I thought I had no left eye any more, I think one "Flip!" wasn't completely out of place.

Well, this is where I leave you, I suppose. Assuming I'm not dead, and still have all appendages necesarry to write, I should blog again on the 21st opf April.

See you then.

Fashion Show.

I apologize, as per usual, for missing a post for a day. I was in a kind of "Why bother?" mood. I now very much regret that. It was an uneventful day though, as, I suppose, was today. The highlight of the day was that I punched a door (a fairly feeble one, however) which broke in FOUR places. This was at school.

It had been replaced an hour later.

I didn't really have any reasons for doing it. I vaguely recall someone asking me how hard I can punch. It turns out rather hard.

Oh, there was also a fashion show at my school today. It was a time-walk from the 60's to the 90's.

It honestly was the worst thing I had ever seen. There were year 10's prancing about before every decade section doing a dance that was supposedly from that time, but they all looked the same. The year eights painted themselves orange with fake tan and waddled up the "catwalk" (some white tape on the floor) and pouted at the end. They usually had given up about halfway down because everyone was looking at them blankly, not applauding at all. One of my mates (let's call him "Dootson") dressed up like one of them "well cool" people out of the band "Kiss" and danced around with a guitar. I was sat right next to the judges table so I was limited in the amountof abuse I could throw at them, but the judges did all seem just as disgusted I was. The only thing I could take solice in was the fact that after the show I found some kiddies on their own and could point at them with some mates, and all agree that that individual was worst. S'all good on the morale.

And that was that. I'm off now, though. Toodles.

April Fools.

Oh, April fool's day. The day that, for half a day, we get to pull pranks on people. There's a problem with it, though.

Let's say, for giggles, we cover a teacher in a metric ton of sludge. Funny, right? Well, it doesn't matter what day it is, that teacher still punished me... I mean, WOULD punish me. If I did it. Not that I did... Right?

Also, they say if it's after 12.00, then "The joke's on you."

Not really. I mean, whoever it was still got a prank played on them. the joke's still on them. That's just something people say to make themselves feel better.

WELL! Have you ever noticed just how WILD and ECXTATIC school is?

If so, please, PLEASE tell me some good bits about it.

I see it is a place where teenagers congregate in order to not learn, have abuse screamed at them about how thick they are, have to put up with the half-baked (or completely raw, in some cases) teaching of certain individuals and have an hour a day of free time, still caged in the heck-hole before finally being allowed to stumble home, all for a bit of paper that says "GCSE" on it.

Oh, it's not ALL bad. some year 8's decided they might like to own the school so decided to attack us. As is year 11's duty in such a situation, me and some mates grabbed five or so of them, threw them in a corner and didn't let them out. They looked rather indignified when they realised they'd lost their lunchtime.

We heard some funny stuff. Quotes:

"Don't you KNOW who I am??!!?"
"*Takes out sandwich* Right, I;m gonna throw it! I mean it! *year 11's advance* I'm loaded! I mean it! *Year 8 is promptly crushed to dust, sandwich and all.*"

"*Escapes* YES!!!!!! *Is dragged backwards by me* NO!!!!!!"

"I'll bang y's all!"

Oh, you gotta love those kids. They're pretty quick at that age though; weak though. It'll, I think, be easier to get them once they've started puberty and lost the will to run, or live.

By the way, I've been ignoring the fact that I've been going to force you to... I mean, let you see pictures of the baby pigeons for several days now. Finally could be bothered to take pictures, here they are.

Beasts, right?

Family photo. Bless

Ugly as ever, like.

Well, I'm off! See ya.