My birthday- and the result of said day of birth...

Recently it was my birthday! My first words to the amassed friends upon walking into school were, naturally, "I can now OFFICIALLY do magic outside of school." Excellent.

A happy day for all, I believe personally that my birthday, and the day preceeding it, should be holidays nationally. This way everyone would have time to get me a present and to celebrate adequately- see, I'm only thinking of the convenience it would cause you!

I acquired a laptop (much needed, my computer was getting to the point where every single thing you did on the internet took at least two minutes, including typing any web address, loading of sites, and so on and so forth), some money (which will go towards a hugely COMFORTABLE pair of shoes I saw about a week ago!), driving lessons (all my friends will be duly warned on days where I am in charge of the half-ton chunk of metal with an accelerator that will be, probably, my coffin) and more ice skating lessons. I love skating, I went today for four hours... I keep forgetting that that's a ridiculously long time to skate for at such a high intensity- I came hme and then woke up three hours later thinking "welp. Interesting." I see it as an experiment.

Experiments where you can sleep- and that forms the research- are the best kind.

So, this is my new laptop I'm typing on. the keyboard is a little different to the one I had with my computer so I keep making silly little mistakes which are a pain in the arse to rectify (see what I very subtly did there? Probably not). I'm pretty OCD about spelling and grammar so I correct as I go along- there's nothing worse than proof reading and thinking "What the heck was I trying to say there?"

So, yes, excellent birthday, spend with my best friend, the wonderful Aggie, and various members of my family. Coincidentally I had the day off so I went to see a school abnout some marketing (fun fun). I found an excellent skate sharpener on Coldharbour Road (Bristol!!) so all is good. Also started another (!) book (Tess Gerritsen is excellent).

Happy reading, folks! I'm seventeen!

Doughnuts and dunces

I went to a friend's party yesterday (hi, Ruth, I know you're reading this :D ) and it was brilliant! Being ever the original lady, Ruth decided the theme should be that we all go dressed as something beginning with "R"- I think this somehow indirectly turned out to be an indirect ploy to cause me and my friend Jack (Ruth's significant nutter) as much humiliation as possible. I went as a Racer (full leathers, including bodysuit and gloves) and Jack went as Ruth. Hello, Jack, you look wonderful in a skirt and luminous pink tights.
Jack proceeded to lock himself in the toilet. The lock broke. I fell about laughing at the prospect of the only guy at the party actually being stuck in a bathroom... Wearing girls' clothes. It was great. We have pictures of his horrified face after they had to get a circular saw to cut through the lock to get him out. AMAZING pictures. A scared guy in a skirt! Priceless.

Anyway, as I said, the theme was R. I was a Racer, with Runner underneath for when it got hot (full leathers, cut me some slack!). Jack had socks stuffed down his top. Other friends came as Russians, Rock Stars, Roger Federer, a Rancher, a Red Indian, Robin Hood, Retro (this was Ruth improvising after her foil robot attempt was, er, foiled) and a Rabbit. Suffice to say it was great. There were pigs... And sausages, prompting my possibly bastardy comment of "They're so cute! But soooooo tasty..."

I was persuaded by the others to stay over. Spare sleeping bag, check. Comfyness, check.

Waking up at seven thirty this morning and realising, to my great detriment (and everyone else's joy), that I would be forced to wear the full leather suit all day, was not so fun. Funny, yes. But when you have four gruelling hours of school to battle through, it's not so wonderful. Jack said he was expecting a funny blog. Helloooo! I've been fucking asked every five minutes, "VICKY?! YOU ride a motorbike?!". At which point, my answer was always simply the words, "Costume party, no change of clothes, mandatory school". Walking into German this morning was priceless, Herr N. laughed. Thankfully there are only four people in my class today so not so bad. But yeah, I went home at lunch (no bunking, lessons had thankfully finished by then) and peeled off what has to be one of the worst school outfits I have EVER worn.

I have only two things to say: One, we need a mandatory day where everyone comes in dressed as something beginning with the same first letter as their name, and two, having Eton Mess for breakfast is AWESOME!

Happy reading, folks!

Transcription

A video I filmed but could not upload...So I wrote it out like all other rational humans do when they're really tired. Enjoy...ish. My ramblings.

SO, hello again, um... Still testing... obviously... Um, I know there's a lot of image wobble, it's because I'm now hanging my camera because I find when I-when I look down to talk to the camera, it's really annoying and...I think I develop quite a different personality *chuckle* as...wehn I'm talking to a camera- than when I'm talking to a human... erm, it's probably because you can't tell me my ideas are daft. But, here's a nice original one- how bad would it be if you had a spider that just woke up one day and realised that it was arachnophobic? That's quite an interesting question to pose when all your friends are really high. Er, another trick I've found which is-er, because I don't, I don't drink or take drugs-*straight edge!*- er, wait a sec (draws cross on back of hand...) yeah. Um, *chuckle* I find that if you've got...a friend who's very high, and you also have a silicone baking tray, er, what you do is you hold it at the edges so it looks like a normal baking tray-obviously someone who's not high is gonna know, because it's not shiny, it's not metallic..but, erm, *chuckle* if you get a silicone baking tray and you hold it by the edges, the sides, so it looks flat, and then get your friend to put their hand under the middle of it, and when you give it to them it looks like it melts... And that really freaks out high people.

So, yeah... It's a good idea. I'm really liking this camera thing, I hope it works... I...(comes closer to the camera) Doubt any of that was loud enough for you to hear. Sorry. Uh, yeah, I've got my little interrogation light here; it hurts my eyes. I'm realllllly tired, but, um...it's nearly eleven thirty at night so...that's to be expected. (blows dust off desk) I've just realised....Oh yeah, another nice joke for you, I've got an optic mouse- which is now freaking out because I took it off of something... I decided that I needed a bigger desk so...I had this tiny desk, it was literally like, a mouse would not have used the desk...bit of an exaggeration but you get the point it was....And I built this new desk, (taps desk with fingernails) this one. I don't know if any of you can hear that, it's a fucking glass desk. And I have a f--- I have an optic mouse. Possibly the most STUPID combination in the world.I always have to have a piece of paper. Great thing is the mouse is calibrated really high so I can actually move it across the entire screen... (lifts coaster) on THAT. Which is really helpful. But I find that often I have a drink on this, it's a coaster, that's what it's for...Yeah, just....I just, I have a daft life and daft ideas, mainly. Yeah, um...Goodnight *chuckle*.

Video is better than transcription but, with my luck, I have actually managed to drop the appropriate lead into a paint spill so it doesn't like to cooperate any more. I expect it's doing that thing that inanimate objects are clearly capable of doing and holding a grudge against me, the bastard. Never mind, I have other cables to converse with.

Happy reading, folks!

Stage one of treatment

Hello again! Sorry there's been such a long gap in between the posts, I've had exams and all sorts of lovely but boring other things that unfortunately filled my time. Anyway, I'm back at school full time now and we're starting year 13 work now. The courses are very long so we have to start in June and then we get the chance to do things over the summer in time for September and January exams and all manner of other horrible nasty scary things.

Anyway, I digress! I've been to the dental hospital again and started stage one of treatment for my teeth and jaw. For those who don't know I'll be having orthodontic surgery sometime in the next couple of years, but first the dentisty people have to make sure my teeth will align properly (alignment of the teeth is called occlusion) in time for after the operation. So! Stage one is pretty painful so far.

My friendly dentisty lady has put some rather painful spacers between my back teeth (both top and bottom) to push them apart. there are six (one on each side on the bottom and two on each side on the top) and my teeth are already feeling it. It's not a nice feeling as I can't chew much (yoghurt and soup all the time).

So, yes. I like to call this Star Wars Dentistry, because they are using the force...

I can't have steak! My life is over! No, not really. Well, apparently I'm going to lose weight as a result of the very limited diet I am now going to have to eat, but it doesn't matter too much. As long as I don't lose more than about a stone it should be okay, though it depends whether that stone will be in fat or muscle...blegh.

I'm not eating sugary foods because they've already put the metal anchors on my bottom teeth in preparation for the next appointment (this coming Friday) and I'm psychotic about not having horrible marks on my teeth when the treatment is finished. My friend Ali has said I need to make sure when they take the braces off at the end of the treatment I need to make sure they get all the glue because after that the glue colours with food but my teeth won't- resulting in nice little blobs of colour on all my teeth. "Najjs". all I have left to do is decide what colour I want my braces to be :D

It's raining! I hope it stops by the 28th, that's my birthday. :)

Happy reading, folks!