Wednesday, September 29, 2004

It's the school's 87th birthday today. Which means that there are house plays this afternoon. Every year, on the 29th of september, each of the 6 houses performs a 10 minute play on the them. In the past have been disney movies (i was in the lion king), shakespeare (I was in 60s!midsummer night's dream), fairy stories (I was the witch in Rapunzel), teen movies (I was a bodyguard in Charlie's Angels). This year it's Roald Dahl books. And not the good ones, like Kiss kiss and Switch bitch. No, the kiddies ones. My house (kensington) are doing Matilda, which I like, but this is the first year I've not been in one. Mainly because I'm in the middle of Taming of the Shrew. A friend of mine is dressed as the 'B F Ali-G' behind me. My school is odd.

But, it gets us out of lessons for an afternoon, so it can't be all bad.

I've been banned from the internet at home for a week after blogging when I should have been working. So I'm doing it in school instead. Babysat last night. B2 was very sweet, and behaved like a little angel. Then went downstairs and watched Hetty Wainthropp Investigates (with everyone's favourite hobbit, Dom Monaghan - who mum is convinced is gay, and won't listen to me when I protest otherwise. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0597480/) Saw the Motorcycle Diaries on Monday, very good, very interesting. Plus, Gael Garcia Bernal is THE most beautiful man.

The bell's ringing, must go and watch house plays.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

This week has been mad. On Monday we went to Fame the musical with a whole bunch of friends etc. Good would be an overstatement, but it was fun. On Tuesday I had a rehearsal for the Taming of the Shrew, in which I play the Hostess. This gives me one line, from offstage. Ah well, it's a start. On Wednesday we had a workshop in the afternoon with 'Dramarama', which meant I missed double French (woot). And after school I went to my history teacher, Mr D, to help with my coursework. Which he did, and now it's done. Yesterday there was another rehearsal after school. the person playing Sly, who is very drunk, wasn't there, so I filled in. It seemed to impress Miss W, because today she offered me another part, to add to the one I already had, as another girl dropped out. She said I was very helpful, had a lot of talent, and put a lot of energy into it. Must be all that drunken stumbling from last rehearsal. So, that's good news.

Put B2 to bed last night. After Dad and Mum went to their concert (Michael Feinstein, see http://journals.aol.com/journalsuk/AMumsTale/ for details), B2 decided that I wasn't putting him to bed.
him: "You're not puttin me to bed."
me: "Come here, sit on my lap. Let's have a chat."
him: "No. Your hands are too told (cold)."
me: "Ok, let's have a chat from here."
him: "Otay(ok)."
me: "Now, tonight, Mummy and Daddy have gone out, so..."
him: *strikes a pose* "I'm Ledolas(Legolas)!"
me: "Wow! Are you?"
him: "Yes. I've dot (got) a bow."
me: "I see. Hey, you know what Legolas does?"
him: "What?"
me: "Grooms!"
Somehow I manage to get him up the stairs, into the bathroom.
me: "So, Legolas..."
him: "I'm Bettam (Beckham) now."
me: "What, David Beckham?"
him: "Yes."
me: "You know what David Beckham likes most of all?"
him: "Yes."
me: "What?"
him: "You tell me."
me: "He likes having baths."
him: "And football."
me: "Yes, that too. But mainly baths."

So I got him in the bath, washed, got him out, wrapped him up "lite (like) a pattij (package)", got him into the bedroom. At first he wanted to be spooty (spooky), with the light off, but I had to find find jim-jams. Had some trouble finding pyjamas because parents never leave them in sensible places. Found his 'monster planet' ones eventually amd got him into them. We had stories (the most important part of bedtime). And then the lights went out, I sang 'Tuey Tuey", a Ghanaian song I learnt from my cousin (Tue tue, mamuna, tue tue. tue tue, mamuna, tue tue. Abosom Dar ama dawa dawa tue tue. Ay, mamuna, tue tue. Or something like that.) and Silent night, which I like. And then we made up a song together about a man who jumps over things. Including a window (twice) and a bed. And some shelves. He did the same thing I remember doing when I was younger, which was to become extremely interesting as soon as it's time to go to bed. He asked why we had cheeks (to hold our faces together), why we had chin-choppers (to chop up our food), and why we have noddins (noggins) (to keep our brains in).

So I left, made far too much pasta for myself and watched something about sex education on channel 5 (very amusing).

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

They all got back last Friday. So now we actually have to work in school. Pity.

Today I had a rehearsal for the Taming of the Shrew. I'm playing the hostess, which means I have one line, from offstage, at the beginning. But, I do shout it.We're probably going to have to rehearse on Saturdays, at this rate. Ah well. It's enjoyable. The teacher involved, Miss W, is rather stressed, as we only have three weeks, but very amusing and a good director, so it's all gravy. That's such a random saying.

Last night we went to see Fame, as Dad managed to get hold of some tickets, free. So we took some friends and waltzed off to the west end. Fun. not the greatest show ever, but fun. And the last number, where they brought the taxi on stage and made the audience stand up. But I swear that girl just died, and now she's dancing on a yellow cab...

Anyhoo. Had a chat with Mum about internet use and abuse. She seems to see my side of it. It's nice to have a mother who gets the internet. Thanks mum.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

So, my 'nice lazy week' continues. S is now in school, and seems to be happy, which is good. Spent most of the day spazzing about with F, C and I (as S was at the drs, getting a note to make sure she can go on the next trip). In english we were given our next assignment. We have to write and deliver a speech. It doesn't matter what it's about. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'd like to do something funny. But I'm no good at stand up. I've been roped into helping C, who has chosen to do 'regency' I think. So she's got a bunch of us to stand about in silly outfits. I'm the 'underwear' section. Which means she's got me in a corset, petticoat and stockings. She wanted bloomers, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Ah well, should be quite fun, being mercilessly mocked by the rest of the year.

Any ideas what I should do for mine?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

So, everyone in my year who takes geography has gone off to Wales. Well, almost everyone. They wouldn't let S go because she had fainting fits a while ago. In spit of the fact that she hasn't since april. And they didn't tell her until this morning, when they were leaving. Which sucks. So she was mightily upset and pissed off, and has now gone home. But she'll be in tomorrow.

Those of us who don't do geography, about a quarter of the year, are left at school to do sweet fa until friday. Most of the teachers aren't making us work much, as they would just have to repeat themselves when the others get back. So here I am in biology, laptop on my desk, blogging away. I've already done today's assignment - design a poster about leaf structure, dead easy - and so have until lunchtime (in half an hour) to muck about however I like.

Woo.

(Thank you, weevil, for your lovely comment. Sorry I don't comment on yours much. Good luck to methane boy.)

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Thank you for all the lovely (4) comments. In spite of the fact that 3 of them were from my mother.

In response to Hugh:

Yes. He's called Henry.

In response to hodmandod (my mother):

yes, I agree, it's supposed to be ironic. And fine, I'll change it, if you insist.


I am currently printing off pictures of Mike Foale, and astronaut who went to college with m. Apparently b2 showed an interest in him, and wants to see a picture. And with the internet at my fingertips, who am I to refuse? So I have printed out

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and

http://www2.arrl.org/news/stories/2003/11/11/1/Expedition8-Crew-PF-lrg.jpg">

He should like those when he gets up tomorrow.

Went back to school last thursday. I'm in year 11, which means I'm doing my gcses's next July. Looking forward to that one, believe me. anyway, it also means that the majority of the work I'm doing is courework, and so, Very Important. Although, they've been telling us that the work we're doing is Very Important since I was three and a half (I went to school a bit earlier than most), and it really didn't matter, so I don't know what to believe.

I read an aricle about 'The Secret Lives of Teenagers' today. Gah, I hate stereotypes. We're not all horrible, you know. Some of us are quite nice. A woman said the other day that I was 'the nicest teenager she's ever met', which was very sweet, but given what I'm being compared to, I'm not sure it's a huge compliment.

Ah well.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

I suppose I should put something about myself. Well, I'm a teenage girl living in London, first off. I live with my Mum, Dad, brother 1 (12) and brother 2 (3). My Mum's journal can be found here:
http://journals.aol.com/journalsuk/AMumsTale

Please do comment. I love getting comments.

I have glasses, braces, spots, you name it. But typical teenager?

I don't think so.