Help, I've turned in to massive rubix cube, this is not a drill!
Blog taken over by Smith, Thank you for this enlightening post... you spelled Rubik's wrong.
Tuesday 28 February 2012
Monday 27 February 2012
The effects of boredom.
So I'm bored. I have nothing worth my time to do. And I have to go to college. Great. Therefore, I decided to blog my day to share my boredom. Enjoy.
7:57am: At a bus stop.
Number of buses missed: 1 (Good, it's normally a lot more)
Can't see much, may fish glasses out of bag later. Aware that I look like a tortoise (with my rucksack on) who is blindly staring into the traffic awaiting a bus. Slight blue tinge on hands... Hurry up bus!
8:04am: Sat on a bus opposite a stranger.
Seriously, when you are that old with a beard (gesturing at person sat opposite) you do not wear full headphone sets. Unless that's what qualifies for 'cool' now, but how would I know I, I'm to preoccupied in the more important things in life. This includes realising that this bus' indicators sound like the beeping a heart monitor makes during cardiac arrest; poor bus, it's all this weight it has to carry everyday....
8:14am: On another bus.
Smith is sat next to me there --->
He's rambling on and making faces... Perfectly normal.
Bus driver was too busy whistling and has just rammed our bus into the 225, one of it's windshields has been knocked clean off... Attempting not to laugh. His attempts at whistling were futile; this was karma.
Rest of journey commenced with an agitated driver shooting us evils- we did try not to laugh...
8:54am: Form.
Number of teachers having a row about the new boards: 3
New interactive board shoving the old whiteboard/blackboard out of the way, making way for the future! It's really not that impressive...
Subject of much conversation= the spontaneous gas leak that has allowed half the school to be off. Oh well, at least I'm missing biology this morning due to Kirk's random absence. He's probably busy dictating somewhere...
Shit, turns out I am in biology. Kirk decides to turn up all smiley faced and cross the homework out on the door that had been set because he supposedly wasn't in. Fighting the urge not to glare at him and shoot evils. If looks could kill.
And there's the bell.
9:15am: Waiting for Biology to start, Kirk's nattering to Burke.
10:00am: Physics.
That Biology lesson dragged. Kirk just loves firing questions at everyone. It is so fun to be told to randomly dictate how a worm breathes. I felt like rambling on and on and on...
Now doing SUVAT equations. Such fun. Have taken to writing rude words on my calculator. Calculator is lacking in essential letters to make more interesting words. I think the manufacturers thought about this whilst designing a calculator aimed at standard students... I'm not pleased.
1:08pm: Dinner.
Amount of times I've nearly fallen asleep: Too many.
Just had Maths in which we did no maths. The reason being that the teacher was far too occupied in a mental arithmetic game instead of starting the Stats unit...
He was like a dog on crack...
Anywho, now eating a Kit Kat.
I like Kit Kats but would prefer if they didn't have biscuit in them.
Surrounded by people saying some dodgy stuff....
Like dodgy as in 'WTF what is wrong with you people'
May have to hijack people's phones for entertainment. I'd send ransom notes but they normally get their phones back in the first minute... I'm scared of physical combat. Not that I don't want to be hurt, I just don't want to end up liking to hit and then keep hitting and hitting...
Sophie's over there --->
<--- Alanah, Vickie and Alex there.
If inanimate objects could kill, I think these walls would kill me. They stare a lot... Quite intimidating actually. I usually like green. Though, quite frankly, I'd prefer to stare at these walls than go and do a Chemistry test... *sigh*
3:30pm: On the bus home, finally.
And there is a typical boring day at college, where little work gets done. :)
7:57am: At a bus stop.
Number of buses missed: 1 (Good, it's normally a lot more)
Can't see much, may fish glasses out of bag later. Aware that I look like a tortoise (with my rucksack on) who is blindly staring into the traffic awaiting a bus. Slight blue tinge on hands... Hurry up bus!
8:04am: Sat on a bus opposite a stranger.
Seriously, when you are that old with a beard (gesturing at person sat opposite) you do not wear full headphone sets. Unless that's what qualifies for 'cool' now, but how would I know I, I'm to preoccupied in the more important things in life. This includes realising that this bus' indicators sound like the beeping a heart monitor makes during cardiac arrest; poor bus, it's all this weight it has to carry everyday....
8:14am: On another bus.
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| Minor bus crash: RIP 225 Windshield |
He's rambling on and making faces... Perfectly normal.
Bus driver was too busy whistling and has just rammed our bus into the 225, one of it's windshields has been knocked clean off... Attempting not to laugh. His attempts at whistling were futile; this was karma.
Rest of journey commenced with an agitated driver shooting us evils- we did try not to laugh...
8:54am: Form.
Number of teachers having a row about the new boards: 3
New interactive board shoving the old whiteboard/blackboard out of the way, making way for the future! It's really not that impressive...
Subject of much conversation= the spontaneous gas leak that has allowed half the school to be off. Oh well, at least I'm missing biology this morning due to Kirk's random absence. He's probably busy dictating somewhere...
Shit, turns out I am in biology. Kirk decides to turn up all smiley faced and cross the homework out on the door that had been set because he supposedly wasn't in. Fighting the urge not to glare at him and shoot evils. If looks could kill.
And there's the bell.
9:15am: Waiting for Biology to start, Kirk's nattering to Burke.
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Picture was taken under table to avoid dodgy looks. |
That Biology lesson dragged. Kirk just loves firing questions at everyone. It is so fun to be told to randomly dictate how a worm breathes. I felt like rambling on and on and on...
Now doing SUVAT equations. Such fun. Have taken to writing rude words on my calculator. Calculator is lacking in essential letters to make more interesting words. I think the manufacturers thought about this whilst designing a calculator aimed at standard students... I'm not pleased.
1:08pm: Dinner.
Amount of times I've nearly fallen asleep: Too many.
Just had Maths in which we did no maths. The reason being that the teacher was far too occupied in a mental arithmetic game instead of starting the Stats unit...
He was like a dog on crack...
Anywho, now eating a Kit Kat.
I like Kit Kats but would prefer if they didn't have biscuit in them.
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| The Walls. |
Like dodgy as in 'WTF what is wrong with you people'
May have to hijack people's phones for entertainment. I'd send ransom notes but they normally get their phones back in the first minute... I'm scared of physical combat. Not that I don't want to be hurt, I just don't want to end up liking to hit and then keep hitting and hitting...
Sophie's over there --->
<--- Alanah, Vickie and Alex there.
If inanimate objects could kill, I think these walls would kill me. They stare a lot... Quite intimidating actually. I usually like green. Though, quite frankly, I'd prefer to stare at these walls than go and do a Chemistry test... *sigh*
3:30pm: On the bus home, finally.
And there is a typical boring day at college, where little work gets done. :)
Tuesday 3 January 2012
You got yourself into the mess, get yourself out
I have absolutely no sympathy for the women who are criticising the government for not paying for the removal of potential harmful breast implants. These French PIP implants are made for industrial silicon, which is not of medical grade. The implants have been found to be prone to rupturing with a one in 10 chance that they will rupture, causing health implications.
But why should the NHS be held responsible and thus have to spend money on rectifying a problem caused through private clinics?
These women chose personally to go to a private clinic and have breast implants. Nobody forced them! As part of consenting to this surgery, they would have had to have been knowledgeable that the surgery carried risks. All surgery carries risks. As a consequence to wanting to 'better their image' (probably failing) 40,000 women got themselves into a mess with dodgy implants. I think that all women who have received implants in the last decade should be allowed to see their medical records to see whether they have had the PIP implants or not. If they have had them, they should get themselves out of their own mess through private clinics. The NHS has better things to do with money rather than help women who's top priority in life are their breasts. 40,000 women could afford breast transplants; 40,000 women can therefore afford to remove them.
But why should the NHS be held responsible and thus have to spend money on rectifying a problem caused through private clinics?
These women chose personally to go to a private clinic and have breast implants. Nobody forced them! As part of consenting to this surgery, they would have had to have been knowledgeable that the surgery carried risks. All surgery carries risks. As a consequence to wanting to 'better their image' (probably failing) 40,000 women got themselves into a mess with dodgy implants. I think that all women who have received implants in the last decade should be allowed to see their medical records to see whether they have had the PIP implants or not. If they have had them, they should get themselves out of their own mess through private clinics. The NHS has better things to do with money rather than help women who's top priority in life are their breasts. 40,000 women could afford breast transplants; 40,000 women can therefore afford to remove them.
Here's a kitty to lighten the mood.
Monday 2 January 2012
We're programmed the same
Which one is more likely to rob a bank?
They are as likely as each other. An item of clothing can't change a persons intentions, nor can show someone's motive.
Applied to the above case they are in fact the same person, shame on you for thinking that Bob wearing a cap would rob a bank. Bob's head gets cold sometimes and other times he struggles to read his computer...
Applied to the above case they are in fact the same person, shame on you for thinking that Bob wearing a cap would rob a bank. Bob's head gets cold sometimes and other times he struggles to read his computer...
Stereotypes.
No matter whether we disagree or agree with stereotyping, we all have fallen victim to stereotyping people. Stereotyping is deeply embedded in everyday society and hardwired into our brains via the constant stream from media. It's the foundations of socialising, entertainment, advertising, comedy...
Whilst writing this and watching 'American Dad' the character Steve Smith has just been labelled as a geek; I find it unfair to use this for entertainment purposes. But why do I continue to laugh? This to me is proof that even though we understand stereotyping is wrong, we continue to use it to make ourselves feel better and increasingly worthy by diminishing others. The same as why we watch comedy. If there was a ban on stereotyping, BBC Three would have no shows... Then what would I watch every night... As humans we need people to laugh at and push down to boost our own confidence; to make us feel that we have the best life going. When in fact we don't.
I have personally been labeled a geek the majority of my life. I try in desperation to convince myself that I don't mind this as 'there's nothing wrong with being slightly clever or wearing glasses', but yet I still deter myself from wearing my glasses... My subconscious wants me to be 'normal' (whatever that is) and to be normal I must laugh at others so that their differences are highlighted instead of mine. We are all guilty of this. But yet we are all only different by 0.1%. Well genetically at least. But our choices that makes us who we are shouldn't influence us to have an opinion over anybody before you know them.
An open mind should be kept until evidence is given to justify any opinions you have about a stranger. Don't listen to me though. I'm probably writing this in order to ease some sort of guilty conscious. I far too quickly judge people and hate this flaw. On many occasions I have severely misjudged the characteristics of many people who I thought to be bone-idle stupid chavs... Surprisingly enough their excessive wearing of tracksuits didn't hinder their intelligence.
Because we know the race, faith, customs, sexuality, fashion styles and other differences of a person, we shouldn't have the privilege of being able to judge their personality or degree of intelligence. Jumping to conclusions over someone's character and then degrading them does not make us civilised.
The most civilised specie?
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