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A collection of rambling and writing by Tay Inkwell (pen name).

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#13 Drunk Enough To Dance To "I Miss You"

Actually, this story is from about two years ago. But it truly deserves its own blog. I like starting at the beginning. So basically my sister was staying in student halls and wanted me to come over, to prove Glasgow isn't full of chavs. Not something I majorly wanted to do, so I suggested going to see Jaret and Erik from Bowling for Soup at a live acoustic show. She agreed and went to book the tickets. Up to that point, she had never been a big fan of them. Anyways, she came over and we went through to Glasgow together. Her friend was meeting us near the bus station with her student ID. As apparently my sister wanted us to go to the student union. We ended up going to some shops before stopping at a pub. I was 15 and hadn't had much alcohol before so I waited outside while they ordered drinks. A vodka and coke for my sister, a guiness (no, I don't know how to spell that) for her friend and cider and blackcurrant for me. We had chips, then parted with her friend and went back to her student halls, stopping to buy vodka and cherryade. At this point it was long past lunch time but I still wasn't that hungry. My sister insisted on me wearing make-up. Including foundation. Which I hate. I was much more worried about being late than looking perfect. Then came a horribly long walk to the gig. I was exhausted when we eventually got there. The security guard was checking tickets and ages on the way in. He didn't believe my sister was old enough to drink. But referred to her as cute because it would be weird to call her sexy. Just slightly disturbing. The support act was on, introduced by himself as Bob Fucking Schneider. I can't remember much about his songs other than one called Batman. It went "my name is Batman, but you can call me Bob". That was funny. But his set seemed to take forever. The actual gig with Jaret and Erik was... interesting. Think about what would happen if a GDC spam thread was a gig. Erik: "so Jaret can threaten to wipe semen over some guy's back, but I can't say ass? Is it the glasses?" And of course: "Put your hand up if you are an asshole! That's a lot of assholes." "Well it is Glasgow" "What, is Glasgow the asshole capital of the world?" And who can forget Erik's impersonation of that guy in Monty Python's Life of Brian "He's not the messiah, he's just a very naughty boy"? Or the drinking chant: "here we, here we, here we fucking go"? The group of clearly drunk yet clearly underage girls near the front? Being far too tired to properly jump up and down and get excited, but still singing along. Good times. I had that feeling when the gig was over. That one like you have no idea what to do now. As I left, I went to buy some merch. It turned out to just be a calender, I had spent most of my money already. Then, as we were leaving, a group of three guys stopped us and asked what there was to do around there. This was where it got interesting. These guys were in town for the gig, came from Aberdeen, and happened to be college students in their early to mid 20s. My sister agreed to show them the way to the student union we were going to. She was chatting to one guy, and another guy (a 25 year old with 3 kids) was chatting to me. I was pretending to be a Uni student doing Biological Sciences, my sister's friend. So the conversation was a little odd. "Tell me something you've learned. Just anything, it's not like I will know." "Uhmmm... cows are vegetarian" "Fair enough. I don't get vegans." We got to the union, me slyly pretending I knew the way, while following my sister the whole time. At the place, our ID was checked. And we were let in. We excused ourselves and went to the toilets. Inside, we looked shocked that there was no questioning my age, despite being three years too young. When we left the toilets and went into the main hall/bar, the two guys (one of the three must have got lost along the way, probably too drunk) asked what we wanted to drink. My mind went blank. So I said cider. Not even a specific type. Just cider. My sister got a vodka and coke. We were standing talking while music videos played on a massive screen behind us, with the music so loud we could barely hear each other. It was rock night, so the music consisted of Bowling for Soup, Green Day, blink-182 among others. It was one particular song that still keeps me smiling. I Miss You by blink-182. The two guys we were with had insisted we dance with them. To the point of one of them picking me up and twirling me around. There were actions to this song. And a random other guy appeared, with a blink tattoo. He kissed he tattoo and joined in with the dancing and strange actions. As you can imagine, that isn't the sort of craziness I would want to leave in a hurry. My sister, however, wanted to leave slyly. She got out her phone and pretended a friend had called. Then apologized to the two guys as we left. We went to sit upstairs for a bit, as she still had a drink (it had been refilled). After a while, we slipped into our jumpers and left. We went back to the student halls via a play park we had seen in the day. It was now about midnight. Afterwards? I don't know. We went down the huge slide. A few times. It was dark, and at one point I came down the slide to realize I couldn't see my sister. Turned out she was looking for a traffic cone to put on top of a statue or climbing frame, as is tradition in Glasgow. Strange people. That day was a long one. A very long one. I was glad to finally be in her room mate's bed (she was away for the holidays) and able to just rest my feet. And sleep. There you go, another super long blog. Jealous?

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#12 A Guy With Fluffeh Hair to Compete With Billie's Is In The Cellar

The last two days have been insanely exciting. I'm still fangirling about it all. I will start from the beginning, but before that, I should give some context to this story. And explain the title. Alex Day, for those of you that haven't heard of him, is an English vlogger/musician who has made many an attempt at a UK No.1. Last Christmas, he got to Number 4 with his song "Forever Yours", about the bromance between him and his friend Charlie McDonnell, with whom he now shares a house. Their jobs, primarily, are YouTube vloggers, being paid to make videos. All the money from the single, and its many subsequent remixes, went to charity. Alex then decided that this success, without a record company, needed to continue. He released the single "Lady Godiva" yesterday, along with its remixes (the mock interview one is my favourite, I bought it on iTunes seeing as it made me laugh so much). Then he announced a small town tour. His first stop was my town. Having watched his videos for years, I decided almost at once that I was going, nothing would stop me meeting Alex Day on April the 2nd. Here's the video of "Lady Godiva" (yes, his hair is that fluffeh): And the cellar? Dear me, you weren't there yesterday, were you? On the April Fool's spam thread, there was an interesting discussion about a cellar orgy. Yup. Reminds me of how much I love GDC. I spent a long time yesterday on that spam thread. Orgies, bouncy castles, pools, condoms, random pictures, bagels and gifs. Many, many gifs. The community spirit in all the other sites I am part of don't even attempt to compete with the dirty minds of GDCers. It was almost half one by the time I got to bed. Then I struggled to sleep due to the conversations on the thread still on my mind. Nine. My brother woke me up. I'm not one for mornings, even if I need to get up. Still lying there an hour later. Eventually I got up. Read the rest of the spam thread. Got dressed. Had food. Couldn't stomach much due to fan-girling. Later. We left at about one, my 10 year old brother and me. Both our parents were out and we had to walk into town for the signing with Alex Day. The rain had been drizzling before we left, and as we walked, the rain seemed to get heavier. Only in Scotland can you get brain freeze from rain. We stopped by a wall to eat, feeling cold already. Finally, we trudged onwards. Although I had checked the route prior to leaving, at one junction I was so sure we were meant to go right when we should have gone straight ahead. Following that road, down to the right, took us the scenic route. I can't say I minded much. There were some pretty places that we wouldn't have seen otherwise. Places in the city I've lived in for all my life that I've probably never seen. We finally got to the point where we could work out the way to the road we wanted. Standing at a corner, almost at the road, my phone went off. My friend, who we had agreed to meet there. I expected her to say she was there, but the text was to say she was confused by the diversions and would be late. Only a short time later, she phoned to say she was there, asking if we were in the queue. The queue was, apparently, massive. My heart kept going faster as we walked the length of the road. The HMV was in sight. Outside, the queue was indeed massive. It stretched along the rest of the street, around the corner, and up the road. We found my friend in the queue, far around the corner. The idea, the plan that we had had was to print fake Pokemon cards of Alex Day, stick them to actual Pokemon cards, and give him one, while keeping the other two (signed). Problem one: we needed the single for anything to be signed. My friend left us in the queue while she went to get one. She appeared not long later with two. Happily, we stuck the printed out pictures of the fake Pokemon cards onto the Pokemon cards I had brought. Waiting in the queue was cold. Boring and cold. There was the occasional time where something exciting happened. Weird group photos and Danny (Alex's camera man) taking a video of the crowd. Many cool t-shirts and hoddies. Three gameboys (including my own) in sight. The majority of the queue was fangirls like us. We're talking about a 22 year old (I think). Six different people asked us who we were queuing for. The first asked if we knew who we were queuing for. As if we just join queues for lolz. Two guys from our year stopped to chat, asking why we were here, who we were queuing for. As the queue edged forwards, I became more and more excited. After queuing for an hour and a half, we had almost got in. Literally we would be the next group to go into the store. The security guard at the door was a big, broad American. He talked to the woman in front about how he was starting to feel the cold. We entered the store almost at a run, following another security guard. He led us to another queue, but at least this one was warmer. From here, we could see Alex. "Jeez, look at all the stuff he has" says my friend. Next to Alex was a pile of assorted things. Bags of stuff, various separate items. "At least what we will give him won't add much to that" HMV was playing "Lady Godiva" on repeat. I wondered whether Alex had expected this. This many people, this much stuff. Whether he was getting sick of listening to his song over and over again. Around Alex, there was an insane number of security guards. One to tell you to take the inner sleeve of the single out, and give it to Alex. One to take a photo of you with Alex, using your provided camera/phone. One get the signed items off Alex and pass them to you. And a few spare to just stand and stop people coming in the other direction. I was jumping up and down from excitement. I'm so used to seeing this guy on my computer screen, it's hard to believe he does exist in real life. Hard to grasp that he isn't just a virus on my computer that tries to make me believe it's real by releasing singles. We got to Alex. It took time, but the actual signing was preformed with military precision. I wish there had been more time to chat, but everything had to move fast. (When I say he signed, I mean he added a smiley face and a kiss to each item to be signed.) We placed the three Pokemon cards on the table and asked Alex to sign two and keep one. He looked a little a taken back. "That's amazing" or something to that effect was what he said. He signed all three and was giving them to the security guard at the other side before we told him he could keep one. There was then a photo with him and the three of us. He had his arms around me and my brother, my arm on his back. The photo was not very clear as neither of us had remembered an actual camera, so it was on my friend's phone. She turned to Alex when the photo was done and asked if she could have a hug. "Of course you can" She hugged him. Then I hugged him. I wanted to drag that hug out forever. "It was nice to meet you" he said as we left, fully fangirling now. A hug. Totally worth a 5 mile walk. Worth anything. I hope, for that hug, he gets into the charts. He is just the awesome. I checked twitter when I got home and found this: Also, Number One on iTunes in Slovenia! Random place, but still. My life has been made somewhat better by the last two days. Wow. That was a long blog. Sorry if I bored you, but my emotions at today are indescribable, even in gifs. In conclusion, Alex Day is not a computer virus, or in fact a figment of my imagination. He is a real, live person who smells quite nice for someone who doesn't use soap or shampoo. The proof isn't the elaborate practical joke set out for me, with 800 people turning up, but in fact the memory of a hug. Edit: He got Lady Godiva to #15 in the UK.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#11 Calling Out To Idiot America!

There are many aspects of the American lifestyle I just don't get, so I will finally make a list of them here for y'all to see. Here goes: Baseball- it's basicallly Rounders. Rounders was what we would play during Primary school, whenever the teacher couldn't think of anything else. I don't get why it's taken so seriously.
American Football- I played Rugby for a couple of years. We had no protection, no rules, the few matches we had were a free-for-all. One girl picked up a girl from the other team with the ball and spun her around. Another girl had her shoulder dislocated more than once in a match. So if we could deal with a little pain, why can't fully grown men? Instead they hide away behind layers of padding. And expect people to think they are hard.
Why Don't You Like The letter U?- Maybe I should explain. Colour. Favourite. For some reason it's always the letter U that Americans just don't like. There's a red line under those words as I type them. Also in the word Aluminium, it's pronounced [Al-U-min-ee-um] not [al-loo-min]. Really?
[*] The UK is NOT a country!- The UK stands for the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Great Britain is made up of THREE COUNTRIES. Scotland. Wales. England. Americans are the ones that seem to have the most bother with this basic concept. [*]It's Uni Not College- ​ I'm sorry, but here college is where you go to study a subject you could have done better at at high school or learn a different subject in general, something like Photography. You don't call University a College. A college, generally speaking, is of a lower class than a University. Only at a University can you get a degree. But Americans (oh, the sweeping generalizations) refer to Uni as College. Okay, I think that's all. For right now. I might edit. Comment for suggestions. I might make a blog about How to speak Scottish (have you seen Micheal Aranda and Charlie issocoollike's how to speak American/English? Youtube it dude).

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#10 Everything Rocks (When it's done)

It's been a while since I've updated. So I will go through the stories of my life in the past week. My friends and I have been trying to find out the dinner ladies names so we can write them a card when we leave (one is really nice and it would be harsh not to give a card for them all). Last Friday, the nicest dinner lady asked me friend if one of us would mind helping serving at break. My friend does work experience at that time, so I ended up helping. It was pretty fun, I had a cap and apron and just handed out the rolls/pizza. In the end, it only took ten minutes and I was allowed to take a roll and juice of my choice before leaving. The reason she needed the help turned out to be because the other dinner lady that is there then had to go to the doctors because of her teeth. The dinner ladies were super nice and thankful.
I have finally finished the first chapter of my Green Day/Sherlock crossover fanfic. Link if you want to read, it's not brilliant, but it's been a while since I've written anything. It basically tells the story of Green Day coming together from Billie and Mike being friends to Tre joining the band, with them being slightly replaced by the Sherlock personalities. And mysteries. But I'm not that good at writing mysteries. read it if you want.
You might also want to read the fake pen portrait I made for my friend here. It's a bit random, with a good few inside jokes and references to Lord of the Rings and Robert the Bruce.
My chemistry investigation is finally seeming to get somewhere. Somewhere near the answers I should get. Always good that. Especially as I now have a project someone did that is almost exactly like mine to help me. I need rose petals for it, and my teacher came into the room where most of the class was hanging out, as usual, and asked where I was. Then handed me a vase of roses. Awkward. Everyone in the class just laughing about it. Then, to totally change the subject of conversation, a guy came in with new stools for the room. We started messing with the plastic bits that came off the legs, wearing them. The maturity of our class is overwhelming. It got the point that a teacher came in and actually had to cut them up and put them in the bin.
Me an' me friends are in charge of a group of hyperactive second years. It's for some project thing that they are doing, and we are helping organise one section, about the environment. They (or some of them rather) made a website about bees. I would appreciate it if you looked at it and commented. Some of them do work hard. Others spend ages talking about fighting hobos. They can be really hard to control. But now it looks like we are getting somewhere as there is a bake sale almost organised, so we can buy plants for planting to attract bees.
The third year chemistry class I help in is pretty weird too. And the class next to it. They went out their class today, yelling about how they like soup. Then one guy shouted "We're taking the Hobbits to Isengard"
Okay. I think that's about it. Sorry for using this to advertise my stuff, but hey...

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#9 We Would Have All Gone Together Had We Gone

Something happened. Something exciting. And terrifying. During Chemistry, we were doing our investigations and one guy was trying to sort his out as he didn't have all the chemicals he needed due to not having read the method prior to starting. For the purpose of this blog, this guy shall be called B. He went to see a teacher regarding one chemical, and came back with a box labelled "activated charcoal". He was wanting this for his investigation. I barely noticed him entering the room, it wasn't until he had opened the box to find a bag that things started to get interesting. Inside the bag was another box. And inside that box was another bag. Inside that bag was a bag. This final bag contained a half-full bottle labelled "Poison". When B said this, everyone else went over to see the bottle he was holding up: Cyanhydric acid. At this point, B was laughing, shocked. He went to tell the first chemistry teacher he could find. The expression on the teacher's face as B showed him the bottle freaked B out. He was told to get the containers it was in and put all of it in a fume cupboard, then scrub his hands red raw. It was very poisonous. When B told us this, we straight away decided to google the name of the poison. If you haven't already, you ought to. You might not believe me. The first result that came up was that it was used by Nazis in the gas chambers. A drop on your skin could kill you. B came back from scrubbing his hands. We told him what we had found. He was so shocked he had to google it himself. Then he googled the symptoms. Sometimes there are no symptoms, you just drop dead. It's that powerful a poison. The teacher had to keep checking back, saying "Still alive ?" . Not entirely joking. Later, we asked a chemistry teacher about this. First, the bottle was probably there because it wasn't always known to kill people. And as the health and safety got stricter, the bottle was missed due to the fact it was in a box marked "Charcoal". Second, the bottle has to stay in school, in a fume cupboard for a while. This is because SEPA needs three days notice that something that dangerous is being transported. None of it seems quite real. If B had got a drop on his skin, he could have died. If B, or someone else, had opened the bottle all of us could be dead. There were about 6 or 7 of us in the room at the time. I told you it was terrifying, right? Direct quote from B: "I've never shat myself as much as I did then"

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#8 10th Street Lomond and Voyeurism

It's Joey Armstrong's birthday today. Just incase you didn't know. I was listening to the Emily's Army version of Loch Lomond earlier and the ending made me think (as it always does) that they are saying "Loch Maddy". Which is a whole different story... As a proud Scottish citizen, I have visited many of the Scottish islands. On a family holiday to South Uist, we had to drive down, having arrived in North Uist. Basically we were starting at Loch Maddy and trying to get to South Uist. All the road signs, however, pointed towards Loch Maddy. It's fair to say it took us a while to work out which road to take, after having driven around in circles for hours. It's still a bit of a family joke. So that's why every time I hear the end of Loch Lomond, I laugh. I should mention that as a proud Scot, I also notice them singing the lyrics wrong. I've heard that song since a very young age and the lyrics are "ah'll tak the high road and ye'll tak the low road an' ah'll be in Scotland afore ye" not "ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in Scotland afore ye". It's because Scotland is above England. If the EA boys took the low road I would be very surprised if they ever made it to Scotland. Which would be a shame. I do like their touch on the song though. If they hadn't changed the lyrics, and were better at pronouncing Loch (it is a good attempt for an American though) then it would be perfect. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- With the new Green Day videos that are coming out, much as they are getting me excited, also make me reminisce. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to google the meaning of "Voyeuristic" from the latest snippet. It's not the first time Green Day have taught me a new word. When I was about 10, I remember coming back from school saying I had learnt about "that word in that Green Day song". Yeah. I was actually referring to the word "propaganda" from Holiday. I never meant I could actually remember the meaning. I was 10.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#7 The Element Band

There are a lot of strange things going on in my brain. I have often said that if you could read my mind, you would be very confused. For example, I was wondering last night what if elements had a band? I imagine it like "the Carbohydrates" . Carbon, always needed, not often noticed. Hydrogen, he will pair with many people, but is often happy by himself. Only when he is, the atmosphere tends to be acidic. Oxygen is happy with a buddy or two. Or let's think of Billie Joe as a reactive element, perhaps an alkali metal. I can see Billie as a Lithium. And it's even got a pretty flame colour. Mike is more serious, everyday awesome. Aluminium? Useful in everyday life. I mean, he can cook. Tre is crazier. He needs an element that doesn't stick to many rules. Decides every so often not to be positive, like it normally is, but negative. Hydrogen. Oh, look, I've just made a compound. Lithium Aluminium Hydride. Maybe that's all bands are. Compounds. Which brings me onto another nerdy thing I thought up. Sitting in Chemistry. Damn I know this shit. Teacher talking about bond energies. So in my head, I started changing "bond" to "band". And so... "Band formation is exothermic. It gives out energy. This is why when Green Day are altogether there is a lot of fire." Break in, Make out. It's the name of my tumblr. And my way of remembering bond energies. Breaking bonds, energy needs to be put in. Making bonds, energy is given out in an exothermic reaction. It would also make a cool band name.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#6 One Of My Tales

So the other day I went to a friend's house. The visit was pre- arranged, and happens about every fortnight. But this was the first time of me getting there myself. I did so without much ado as the last time I had taken the same route with a friend who knows the way. This time I managed to work out what road it was due to the vague memory of two weeks previously. The house is near the end of the street, with a dead end of a grassy field at the very end. Last time, we had discovered that some one had stolen their bell. (Who steals a bell? It's not like you can use it) However, they answered the door pretty quickly after we knocked. This time, I was stood there, knocking, waiting, knocking... Why the heck weren't they coming to the door? I was starting to panic slightly. My friend would have texted/phoned me if the plans were off. But I couldn't just walk in. A car drove up onto the driveway of the house beside it. A man got out. He looked at me and said "Are they not answering? Want me to check if they are in the kitchen?" At this exact moment, my phone rang. I hurried to get it out of my bag. My friend. "Are you on your way?" says she. "I'm there." "Oh, no you've got lost, haven't you?" "No. I'm there. I'm outside." She hangs up. Soon, a woman comes to the door "You should have just come in" At least I got to warm up as I explained that I had in fact been knocking for almost 10 minutes. They were very apologetic and we spent most of the next hour or two discussing childhood toys, TV shows and clubs.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#5 He Needs To Be Fixed

I swear I'm being stalked by Justin Bieber. Annoying 12- year old who can't sing? And looks like a girl? That's him right? He appears in corridors and asks for high fives, hand shakes or fist bumps. I barely know the guy but he seems to be obsessed with me. Appears outside our Biology class telling us to behave. It's just weird. Anyways, uhmm... yeah. Guess I got to go soon anyways...

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#4 Seize The Carpet Diet!

I like making lists. Here's a list of stuff I hope to do by the end of this year: go to prom
finish writing a fanfic (don't hate on me, it's not the crappy and-I-ended-up-with-this-hot-guy kind)
pass my exams (As)
go to Uni
get a part-time job
make a stop- motion animation movie
see American Idiot the Musical
make new friends
finish reading Death Note
watch the 2nd and 3rd episodes of Sherlock from the first series
watch the Mock the Week DVD I got for christmas
get drunk
get a mention on Twitter from Emily's Army
finally beat the Elite Four on Pokemon Blue
become Chuck Norris
That's all I can think of right now.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#3 Boulevard of Broken Homes

"Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in their shoes" It annoys me when people are jealous of others despite not knowing the full story. I mean, you can't just assume that because someone has good grades, or looks pretty, or is good at art has a perfect life. There isn't any point in looking at some one and just judging them, thinking that they must be happy even if you don't know what it's like to be like them. Another point is the people, particularly found in schools, who are generally disliked and picked on for what seems like no reason. Don't assume that the person is quite as horrible as everyone makes out. There are two possible outcomes of talking to the person: 1) You become friends, but it turns out that there is some unseen factor that is in fact annoying. Maybe they are constantly writing fanfics that are basically about how they end up with some hot actor. Maybe they are the sort of person who will moan about being fat, then eat chocolate cake and refuse to share. Maybe you just aren't the sort of person to be their friend. 2) It turns out they aren't as bad as people think. Probably the nicest guy I have ever met was like this. He was bullied because he smelled. And had greasy hair. But really he was super-nice. Another guy is probably just misunderstood, with anger issues due to his life at home. But if you're nice to him (or just include him) unlike the majority, he will be nice to you. It might be 1) but if it is then it's easy enough to stop being friends. Just give everyone a chance and you might be surprised.

It's Splash Time

It's Splash Time

 

#2 Not At The Library

Now I believe it's time to rant about school. Generally speaking, I revise less than most. Last year, I managed 4As without much revision other than in class. I could be at Uni this year had I not been so lazy. But I wanted some sort of work experience relevant to my chosen area of study (Chemistry). I got this, incidentally, helping with a first and second years' science club and buddying a dyslexic and an autistic guy. But because I'm doing my three subjects at first year Uni level and I am the first one in my family to bother staying for the final year of high school, there are a few problems. Mainly with family. For example, I recently did the prelim exams. My Maths class were basically told that not many people pass the Prelim. It turned out that I got the highest mark in the class. Three people had passed and I was one mark off an A. INSANE. I told my mum and she was like "But that's still not an A". :angry :angry Really annoyed. Biology is a whole different story. We have a teacher who basically can't teach. She is incredibly thick. One time, we were talking about sperm donation, or clinical trials for some reason. She said "Well, you never know what might happen with them, you might come out with two ears" No, you didn't read that wrong. And I didn't write it wrong. She actually didn't notice. And she's a BIOLOGY teacher. We have had some pretty bad teachers in the past, but she takes the piss. She has made us really far behind. 8 weeks of teaching until we go on exam leave, and we have 2 sections of her unit we have been doing since June, another half unit with her, and about half a unit with the other teacher (who is okay). During parents' evening, she thought our exams started half way through June. We go on exam leave at the beginning of May. And she went to Mexico for a holiday instead of marking our Prelims. Always nice to know when your teacher cares about your grades. My parents are getting at me to get a petition sorted or something but really I think everyone knows, they just don't care much. And it's too late anyway. Chemistry. I love the way the Chemistry teachers are all slightly insane. But hell yeah, they can teach. I kinda expected to get my best mark in Chemistry. But then, I didn't really revise. I watched TV. And went on GDC. I let myself get a little cocky. And I got a low B. Coming third top. Not bad. Definitely not bad. Mum: "A B???" I didn't bother telling her how far from an A it was. The teacher, as he was giving the papers back, talked to everyone about how well they did. He says to me "But you're my Grade A student. I need you to get an A" Uhmm... no pressure? If we are talking about gaining 10% on the Prelim for the finals, like I did last year, then I can get the grades to skip first year of Uni, even at the places that have higher entrance requirements. So why then is my mum so pissed that I didn't get straight As already?

It's Splash Time

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#1 Once Upon An Idiot

I'm gonna start from the beginning. Once upon a time (this time specifically being the beginning of the Idiot era) there was a girl called Tamara. (SPOILER ALERT: it's me) Her big brother (5 years older) taped some of the songs off American Idiot off the radio. So for a few years, this girl only knew the radio edit of Jesus of Suburbia. Then said brother bought Dookie. It was alright. Heck, who am I kidding, she was obsessed with Green Day from the age of 9. Despite this, it wasn't until starting high school when she started listening to other songs. Having a friend who was a fan helped, as they swapped the albums they had. By the time she was 12, she had collected a few more albums. At the age of 13, the earliest possible time to do so, she joined a Green Day fansite, GeekStinkBreath.net . Her music collection grew significantly over the years. At 9, the only band she liked was Green Day (possibly some blink-182 and random Scottish songs too). By now, her music taste had expanded to various artists such as Bowling for Soup, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, and some others I can't think of right now. And so it continued. After a few more years, and many christmases and birthdays spent opening GD- related presents from friends, she now had all but the first two GD albums. Not that they are the greatest. While trolling Billie's twitter (and his family's) (don't pretend you've never done that), she realized that his son has a band and was like meh. Might check them out some time. And then she did. And she was like OMFG EMILY'S ARMY IS THE BEST BAND EVER. Sort of. Well, they are pretty bloody good for people my age, they could put up a good rock-off against GD. That I would like to see. C'mon guys, you didn't expect this to be entirely GD related? Anyways, so this girl had been on GDA many times before. So one fateful October, she finally joined GDC. Because she was up til 4 in the morning anyways waiting for her hair to dry. Hey, guys! It's me! And I think that's all. Wait! No! Now, the girl has a 10-year old brother who she has introduced to both GD and EA. He thinks he is a big fan, but doesn't like most of the songs. His desktop picture rotates though his favourite artists, therefore staying mainly on GD. This is the circle of an Idiot's life.

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