Do Not Put Empty Milk Bottles Back in the Fridge

Ten things you never knew about me (and would never want to!).

2007-12-30T07:01:00.000-08:00

10. I named my cat Elvis after a girl dared me to.
9. I have to listen to music before I go to bed, or else hum to myself.
8. The necklace I have with a key on it is actually the key to my jewellry box.
7. I wear two bracelets on my right wrist -always- (apart from in showers and stuff).
6. Said bracelets are a multicolourful small beaded one, its actually a necklace, wrapped round my wrist three times, and a black beaded one.
5. I brush my teeth in the shower.
4. I'm actually quite relgious.
3. Amongst my most prized possesions is a kaleidoscope, given to me by my good friend Hannah.
2. I stick up for the French more than I do the English. o_0
1. I hate mashed potato.

Everytime I empty the dishwasher, I break at least three pots.

2007-11-25T13:10:00.000-08:00

Got a Giant African Land Snail! (GALS for short). I named it Zippo Futty Wuzzy after popular demand. Has buried itself in the bark at the bottom of his tank. Am very pleased. Big thanks to Chloe, who gave me Zippo!! To the people who will say 'ewwww,' I have one thing to say to you. Have you ever owned a GALS? Thought not. And to Shaun the Sheep: Stop winding me up!!! :P

Nothing to report really, except I seem to have a bit of a love affair with Japan. Have watched four episodes of Witch Hunter Robin so far...I can't help it! It's soooo good. Anyways, I lost my connection for a lot of this week, the dumb laptop, so I havn't had time to do much. Will make a lovely long post soon.

Documentation of the Christening of Alfie William Smithies, 04/11/07

2007-11-04T10:22:00.000-08:00

7.00

Am woken by a cold sensation on me. My mother has ripped the covers off me in an effort to wake me and get me out of bed. She is now running around like a headless chicken. Her attempt fails, and I roll over and go back to sleep.

8.10

Am woke by a screeching from the hallway. It is my mother again, stressed and looking to kill. I decide if I value my life, I should get up. Right away. I do this, flick on the kettle and get out some cups. Then I go back upstairs to do hair, make-up, clothes, etc.

8.40

Remember about the kettle downstairs. I have forgotten all about it, and it has gone cold. I show remorse about the fact I have lengthened the hole in the ozone layer.

I fall asleep in computer chair.

8.43

My nap is shortlived and I am woken by several shouts, and the revving of a car. I slam the big light off and leave.

Several minutes later, not sure what time.

After much pointing at maps, ripping of maps, and several under the breath comments from my father about woman and maps, we arrive at my Aunts house, in which we sit down, and chat. I am asked the usual questions (hows school, how are friends, how old are you...) and after a very, very long time, my gran arrives. She is hurried straight back out by my mother who is in major stress mode at this time.

Not sure what time. Nine ish?

The service starts. I should be used to church now, but, yeah I still find the services kinda boring. I read a intellectually fulfilling story about Biff, Chip and Floppy the dog, and spend the next hour poking my cousin in order to get him to cry, so I have an excuse to get out of the church to calm him down. My futile attempts to escape are opressed by God. And my mother, who turns round to hiss at me that she'll get me later for this. For what, I have no idea.

The time, around 12?

We set off for this party, which is a disaster. My parents make the worst mistake in their life and decide to follow my grandparents to venue. My grandparents are the worst people to follow anything. They have no sense of direction. I won't describe the next three hours or so. There's no point.

No idea of the time. I need to invest in watch.

Finally, the party at 'Happy Gatherings Chinese Restaurent (my Grandad said it was called that because they were too lazy to translate it to Chinese), which kick starts with my grandmother accidentally flinging her spring water across the table at Christine (before she had a haircut she looked like the Vicar of Dibley, See 'Dawn French' for clarification). Christine gives me a hug, even though I only learnt her name a few weeks back. I have no idea who she is.

Then we hear the words 'Buffet's Open...' and the world goes on standstill. Time stops, and everyone eyes each other up. You can almost see dustballs float across the room. Then, to the tune of Barbie Girl, everyone CHARGES for the buffet table. I get there first (I like my food, okay?). Triumphant, I look behind me at the other 105 guests (106 guest at a christening is ridiculous. How can any one woman know that many people?!?!) and take my pick. I inform an old man that KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken and he goes, 'well, what do you know..? Never knew that.' Which just proves the older generation arn't as wise as they like to make out. The Buffet is Chinese food and really delicious. My Grandad stirs up an outcry amongst his fellow OAP's, who ask where the real food is. Which just shows you how pollitically incorrect old people can be.

Walking back with my prize with the children along the line eyeing me up like vultures, I pass an old woman (I notice there's a lot of old people here) who is saying 'I never wanted kids, but here I am with these two,' much to the dismay of her grown up children, who hang their heads. I hope to God I am not relatied to her. I also bump into someone I thought was a woman in a suit but later turned out to be a man. I notice my spring roll is missing. These people will do anything to torment the girl who got first to the Buffet table. Anything.

I barely finish my food when I am dragged to the floor by Reah (this adorable little almost cousin person I have. Her mum is my cousins best friend, and godmother of my cousins baby.) and made too spin her around. I am then pulled under a table which is a 'den.' It's too low and I bang my head. Several times. Feeling like I am on some sort of drug, I then am forced to humilate myself with a torture known as the Chicken Limbo. What evil minded person invented a game where you simultaneosly break your back, humiliate yourself, and inevitably lose to someone half your age and size? The same people that invented Aqua, Black Lace and Pass the bliddy parcel, that's who.

Ten Things I am Learning from Having a Computer Virus

2007-10-22T16:10:00.001-07:00

10. You don't actually need to spend an hour highlighting 6508 infected items in the recycle bin to delete them. You can simply right click and press, 'clear Recyle Bin.'
9. Often, screaming 'I hate you, I hate you' at a computer virus does not get rid of it.
8. The people at McAfee have way to much time on their hands. They should use this time to do something productive, such as improve their crappy virus protection.
7. Most hackers can't spell balloon, been, done, and to.
6. Sometimes, it helps to have a pen handy. You never know when you'll need to jot down an IP address while your system is shutting down.
5. AVG is the answer to everything.
4. Most hackers can't spell back.
3. It is always worth checking to see when your anti hacker program runs out.
2. Apparently you can have more than one Virus. Apparently it's possible to have over 6500.

And the number one thing I am learning from having a computer virus:

1. Sometimes 14 year old girls prove to be smarter than professional anti virus advisors.

There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”

2007-10-20T05:28:00.000-07:00

I may or may not break my own leg, depending on whether I will still be forced to attend my grandmothers birthday party. Please help me. My mother is doing those flower things for the table called something like "cassarole-ledges." I am being bullied into helping her wire up flowers for the next week. Anyone who wants to take me out of this lonesome environment is very welcome. Please.

My cat is snoring rather loudly and is taking up my whole bed, making me retreat to the safety of my desk. That cat just lurvves causing me discomfort.

Woke up this morning to find toni's foot in my face. Yes, Antonias' foot. I went for a sleepover there last night, and ate lots of chocolate. Talked to her Irish lover and some random guy from America. Don't ask. Judging by the manic screaming up and down that accompanied me playing 1000 miles, It sounds ok. But it was joke, and we got some funny pictures. Which will be going up on the internet, of course.

Est-ce de ma faute a moi si ma amie est comme ca?

2007-10-18T13:24:00.000-07:00

Not a clue if the title is correct, but, no matter.

People change. It's a fact, yet, it's so hard to deal with, especially in old friends. You see people in new lights, and it surprises you. Don't get me wrong, I still like the people, but it's strange. And in some respects, not at all nice.

Went to a careers fair, tonight, and came back with about fifty free pens. They even had sweets, which cracked me up. I know pretty much where I'm going now, and what I'm studying (French, Classical and General History, and maybe Graphic Design). But plenty of time to sort that out. Right now, I'm concentrating on my GCSEs!

I know it seems silly, but I really, really want to be fluent in French. Really, really, really. I really love France(how many synonyms are there for really?), and maybe one day I'll get the chance to live over there. I know you can get summer jobs over there at like, campsites, so that'd be cool. Also, I want to get away from here. There's so much pressure to smoke and do drugs and look good, and be hard round here. I wish so much I could get away from it all. I had this silly theory things would be better in year 10, people would get serious, but, apparently it's worse. I'm tired of being here. I want to be in a place where I can feel pretty and confident, even if I don't understand the language! I'd love to be able to just reel off the French like they do...just to understand and be understood would be enough at this point. I dream of leaving this place and just going. Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling all trapped, or whatever, I just dream of leaving. Again, this will sound silly, but I think I find refuge in writing about exotic places. I can conjure up perfect images of other places. It's just not good to come out of that daydream!

It'd mean the world to me if I won the Short Story competition. I don't want to sound geeky, but the fact is I am a geek, and I'm past caring what everyone else says. I want to win so badly, it'd signify I could actually do something right. But, chances are slim. But hey, I can hope, right?

I havn't actually written anything good in a while. I just have no ideas at all.

(BTW, I don't know how to do accents, which is why the title lacks them.)

I saw my life flashing before my eyes

2007-10-15T11:43:00.000-07:00

Let me relate to you the last five days. This is not a tale for the squeamish.

Thursday, 4am onwards.

Woke up feeling sick and thinking in French. Yes, French. I must have been delirious, or something, 'cause all I remember was thinking, 'qui ma fille est comme ca,' and the next think I know I was having major upchuck issues over the loo. Mother comes in, groans, tells me to breathe, goes back to bed. I go back to bed. I lie in bed feeling sick. I am sick all over bed. I run to bathroom. Am sick several more times before crawling back on my hands and knees to my room. The next thing I know, I wake up at 5pm, realise I have missed my best friends birthday, cry, be sick, then fall asleep again. My wall still has an interesting splatter pattern across it.

Friday, 7.30am onwards.

Mercifully, I have managed not to be sick just yet. My mother takes my temperature, pokes me and decides I absolutely must see the doctor. We phone doctors, who tell us we are to see one Dr. McClane. We check into reception. Receptionnist puzzled when my mother claims we are booked in for one Dr. McClean. I snigger whilst flicking through a particulary mind stimulating copy of, 'Where is my Tractor.' We see doctor. I am poked. I must go back if pain becomes 'localised.' I may have a 'viral' infection of the stomach, causing 'immflamation.' I am pescribed 'medicine.' I return to my house where I decided to post this blog. The internet is off. Luckily I have several anime episodes on my computer, and treat myself to a marathon (I still can't keep food down.) After this, I attempt to do some of my English Essay. I drop notes. I stand up. I fall over. I find out what 'localised pain' means.

My mother, god love her, panics, and we run (well, I limp) straight back to doctors McCleans and his surgery of dental wonders (a morbid attempt at a joke there). This time we see an old Irish guy. I am poked. He looks all serious. Five minutes later, I am rushed to casualtly with suspected appendicitus. I can hardly walk at this point. I am submitted to more poking by three different doctors, and I am jabbed with needles, given painkillers, etc. We wait. I thought it was only a few minutes, but it turns out the Aladdin clock on the wall was stuck. I figured this out after an hour, as I'd previously been trying to avert the gaze of Aladdin and his stupid girlfriend. Drugged up to the eyeballs in a room with decapitated tigers on the wall, I whimper as we wait hours and hours for them to tell me, that, in fact, I have kidney trouble. About five hours after we arrive, we are finally discharged with yet more medicine. By this time, I want nothing more than to shoot Aladdin.

Saturday, 10am onwards.

My mother is heard to say, 'she's had a hetic few days. Let's let her sleep.' Three minutes later, the customary slam of the bathroom door, and later, the clanging of pots. I stumble downstairs. Am drugged. Go back upstairs. I spend most of the day watching old Inuyasha and Avatar episodes whilst I try to get the internet running. I then pick up my History essay, but the retreat to my bed, as I can't risk vomiting all over it.

Sunday, 12pm onwards.

Ah, the sweet bliss of an uninterrupted sleep. However, I still feel sick, as well as waterwork trouble, and so I stumble downstairs, am drugged, and spend the rest of the day attempting to write my English essay. Need an extension. Hopefully being in hospital with Kidney troubles will sway my case a bit.

Monday, 7.30am.

Still feel awful, but I think I shall be in tommorow. So far, no sickness or diabolical pain, but the number of medicines I am on should do the trick. Feel ill, and guilty. I havn't done my English essay (hey, I did try!) or my History essay. I will spend the next few form mornings and lunchtimes trying to catch up. Goodbye sickness, hello lots of school work.

So this is what we've got so far...

2007-10-09T11:19:00.000-07:00

Had the most surreal phonecall with my Aunt, who was trying to tell me how to spell something. Unfortunatly, we have a rubbish phone line, and it took a full half an hour to spell ONE WORD. It started fine...until the line started crackling.

Hehe, another blogger! manxyworld.blogspot.com Hilarious, I laughed so hard. *waves to Manxy*

Ok, I really do need to get some coursework done now.

Music is my Boyfriend

2007-10-02T13:12:00.000-07:00

OoOoOh, so much new music to listen to! Downloaded a lot and nicked a few of my Mum's CDs. My friend Kevin also sent me his Clapton cover, which I love listening to (he's annoying good on the guitar). Also, getting into a French artist called Emilie Simon: She's really good. Yes, she sings in French. No, I don't know most of what she is saying. Third, listened to this amazing a cappella group called Rockapella; their version of Sweet Home Alabama is really good.

I am really starting to enjoy Music at school again. Musa is incredible at those drums, I really love listening to her, as well as Shelley. Our percussion sucked because they were not here, and Musa was ill (get well, btw, if you read this).

I remembered my singing lesson too! For the first time...actually, it was luck, Chloe pointed out the time and I remembered. Anyways, it was good, I know it's a song from Joseph, but I'm singer higher (and louder) than I thought I ever would. It's true when they say louder is better!

If you ever get a chance to listened to 'La Metamophose de Mister Chat' listen to it...It cracks me up every time. It's the random high pitched voice that gets me.

My mate Lucy's Birthday today: Happy Birthday!!!! Have a Great one. :D

Running around like a headless chicken

2007-10-01T10:37:00.000-07:00

Miss really shouldn't give us homework in for the next day...and yet, here I am, doing homework due in a day after it's set. And my internet is playing up. GRRRRR. >_> Really, really annoyed about that. I'm hoping to get some coursework done and get an early night, my head is pounding.

Anyways, I found this wonderful song, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8Z-DIAthbM - Off the iPod advert. hehehe. I like to listen to this. It makes me all happy inside. ^-^ It's also positive proof most singers can't count to ten without skipping a bunch of numbers.

So, what should I type about? It seems the entry I posted at school didn't work, but then the stupid school computers are peices of JUNK. Did you know they blocked all the google images? wtfh?! But still.

What's French for 'I'm bored'?

2007-09-30T08:09:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's true, coursework really does take over your life! Well, I'm trying to organise my life so I can still actually have a life, which means not playing so many computer games (sob) and not spending so much time on MSN (runs around screaming and crying). But, I'm sure I can beat my MSN dragon if I only try to reach that golden egg. And yes, I am being sarcastic.

So, with having to stay in being poorly, (I'm a lot better now)I'm trying to tackle my coursework. Finding it really, really hard. No wonder I got predicted a B in French! Personally, I don't think they should hand out those stupid bits of paper. People that don't work got higher grades than me! I would care more if I didn't know that it was just an excuse for some people to get competitive and Lord over others (and yes, there's been a lot of that, even amongst my friends, sigh). I don't like the fact that some people were almost crying about what they got, when I know for a fact they could get better. But maybe the school thinks it serves as a wake up call for those who don't work.

So, writing this blog has turned out to be a life saver. It'd true that writing, or typing, your feelings can help surpress upset and anger. Perhaps I'm more upset because I missed the chance to go to the cinema with my two best friends, one of which spends all her time in Wales. I would have loved the chance to finally see a film with them. I guess it was not to be.

I know this sounds really geeky, but I am a huge nerd, so I'm allowed to say this; but I'm quite enjoying reading Romeo and Juliet. Ok, so most parts are mind numbingly boring, but I really like the fact that I can picture the characters as vividly as though I was reading it as a novel. Perhaps this is only because I watched the movie on Youtube the other day.

So, that's all I'm willing to say. You know I actually just wrote about ten more paragraphs you'll never get to see? I just had to get it off my chest, and once I did, I decided it was not fit for other peoples eyes. It's nice to type about things you can't say.

ARGH!! THERE A MA - Oh no. It's just clothes hung up in the shower.

2007-09-28T08:54:00.000-07:00

Do you know how fightening it is when you walk into the bathroom to see a human shaped figure right behind you? Terrifying. Anyway, turns out our washing machine broke, which explains why all the washing was hung up in the shower. >_>

Well, still here, still ill. Drugged up to the eyeballs with various concoctions claiming to be the answer to my woes. To speak of medicines, do you know now there's a pill to cure PMT? pfft. Woman have coped with PMT since humans began...we're made of sterner stuff, I'm sure. I don't know about you, but I need a chance to rant and rave about life every now and again. What would life be if we were happy all the time? Boring, and we wouldn't have anything to tell our grandchildren. XD

So, I'm tired of eating plain food, and I'm tired of being...tired. Hmm. But, I'm keeping myself busy with watching Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and daytime televisions. Paracetomal all round, ppl.

Mum, Why is there a blouse hanging up in the shower again?

2007-09-26T04:39:00.001-07:00

Ugh, so I'm ill. Oh, it's awful. Not to go into too much unnecessary detail, but I think me and the loo are undergoing a major bonding session now. I'm about to watch Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights, in a futile attempt to cheer myself up.

There's now a pair of trousers and a T-shirt joining the blouse in the shower. I will report when I figure out why this is.

"Is it a balm or a bap?"

2007-09-22T07:58:00.000-07:00

Ah, the wonderful world of secondary school homework. And yes, I am being sarcastic. I'm having another lazy day today, I should probably be revising. But, I'm writing this. I havn't actually written it enough in the past few days. But, never mind. Hannah's blog has a lovely new layout, you'll want to see it.

Now, a small complaint and a revelation. People smoking in my face is not a nice experiance. I doubt the offending person will ever read this, so I'm ok to say it, I guess. And it's such a shame! The girl that does it is really pretty too. I'd hate to see her cancer sticks messing her face up. :( I'd say something, but it's not really my place. Also, I discovered today a person who I stayed out the way of because I thought she was mean, actually turned out to be a talented, down-to-earth girl with realistic goals. It's amazing how your perspective of a person can change through a few words exchanged in the strangest of places. I'm pleased I got the chance to speak to her, or, who knows, my opinion of her could have worsened for no actual reason except through rumours.

A very important question is this: 'What is Barbara's actual job?' If they sacked her, they'd have to hire about twenty more people. She does everything, I'm sure. I always thought she'd lived in the DT block, and made tea and toast, but apparently not. I've seen her in Art, in Textiles (sewing) and I'm sure I've seen her in the Science block. The school would probably fall apart without Barbara. I mean, they'd have to hire about five others in the DT block alone.

Once upon a time, there was a place that was fun...

2007-09-16T12:58:00.000-07:00

Coursework. Not good. Actually, I'm kind of ashamed, I've been so slow that I havn't made anything creative at all. Except this which I'm quite proud of. Nothing special, as I'm not that good, especially compared to some people. But I do like it. I hope Hannah will, as it's sort of dedicated to her! Anyways, for those reading, I'm am indeed a very lazy person, and I promise I will write and/or make something worthwhile as soon as...what do they say? Oh yeah, as soon as I get my 'creative juices flowing.' I hate that phrase.

Amateur alert!

2007-09-14T08:04:00.000-07:00

Well, following the infinate wisdom of Hannah, I decided to join Deviant Art. I posted my manip of the Mirror Room up, and people liked it! I'm surprised. I even got a fave! Gosh. I feel special. In case you ever think of dropping in, I'm Cazilu on there.

Did something worthwhile in Graphics today; usually just potter about with XaraX, pressing random buttons and hoping it doesn't crash on me. Which it does. Everytime. >_< XaraX is ok, but I get the feeling I'd rather be on Photoshop whilst I'm on Xara; which is petty, I know, but that's just me. I am, however, going to use it for my project, regardless. I'm quite familiar with my Photoshop now. Even if I do make it crash too much.

brb, roflmao, k?

2007-09-13T08:01:00.000-07:00

The wonders of MSN. Huh.

First of all, I would like to point out, just because you are online, and I am online, does not mean we can cultivate the longest conversation in Instant Messaging history, unless you are a very, very good friend. Then it becomes acceptable. When a convo is over, it is OVER. When the conversation fizzles out, for gods sake, shut up; you don't need to pelt me with constant 'r u ther???'s and 'still ther???'s. This is only okay if you're a very good friend. This is not acceptable if I've met you once whilst shopping, through a friend, and talked to you for a grand total of three seconds. You are so off my buddy list.

Second. You see that thing at the bottom of the screen? The '[name] is writing a message' ? Whilst this is there, do not send anything. It's better to let the person have their say, or it becomes annoying, and sometimes complicated if you change the subject whilst I'm typing something completely different. Only okay if you absolutely feel you have to contradict me.

Third. Those awful, awful display pictures with sound. They're kinda cute on some people, but on others, no. I do not need a random dog barking in the middle of a song everytime you send an emoticon. Get a proper picture, like everyone else.

Fourth. Do not make me beat you in the name of grammer. I'm not kidding. Just because it's MSN does not make it ok to skip every vowel in every word and use 'their' instead of 'they're' and 'there' and 'your' instead of 'you're.' Of course I understand mistakes and even I use ppl for people and cause instead of because etc but for God's sake people, I cannot understand you wn u tlk lyk dis an mis evri 3rd lt ot ov all da sntences u do. I'm english, speak english to me. Not only is it stupid, it's also pretentious and juvenile. Grow up. And the strange thing is, it's really smart people that do it mostly!

Fifth: When my status is anything - anything - but online, I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU. GO AWAY. If I want to speak to you, I will, but stop bugging me when my personal message clearly says 'doing coursework' or 'feeding the cat' or 'doing the chicken dance.'

If we all do this, I'm confident the cyberworld will be a better place.

What have you got next?

2007-09-12T14:15:00.000-07:00

So today I had school, and nothing frankly amusing to write about. However, my good friend Hannah has decided to get a blog too!! You can visit it here. It's an excellent blog, and I'm positive you'll love it. ^^

Through to the Next Round!!!!

2007-09-10T09:21:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm very excited and happy, and slightly giddy. Let me try to contain my endless enthusiasm, and tell you the whole story.

Back in...well, last year, I was invited to a Creative Writing Workshop with author Sherry Ashworth, and I wrote a short story. I'm quite proud to say she really liked my story, which I did with almost no help (I think I asked Miss Alderson how to spell something). Well, Miss Alderson decided to send our short stories to a competition, and, out of thousands and thousands (I'd love to say millions, but I really have no clue), I got through to the final round!!! And It's just four-hundred people in the final!!! I am literally bursting with joy!! Which seems both cliché and pretentious, but, at this moment, I dont care!!

On other 'news' I've just noticed the large dent in our kitchen ceiling I created. What stupid person designs a fridge that has a door that slams into your face everytime you try to open it? Try having a huge fridge door slamming into you when you're trying to get out two bottles of milk and a bowl of cooked meats: It's NOT pretty, let me tell you. Anyway, out kitchen slopes down towards the end, and whilst I thought I had been opening the fridge door and it actually staying, I've been lodging it into the plaster of the ceiling. Oops.

You can see the dent from the back of the hall.

Give me something witty to say, Hannah.

2007-09-10T05:08:00.000-07:00

I'm in DT club and I probably shouldn't be writing this, but I've decided you all absolutely MUST see my latest creation, http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/Cazilu/pic_themirrorroomJPG.jpg

woooo, finally finished. I spent ages randomly pushing buttons and crashing Photoshop about three times. I have a bad habit of crashing my computer because I overload it. At any given time, I have at least eleven tabs on IE open, as well as about five msn chats, photoshop and virus scan. Happy days.

The Glass IS Half Empty.

2007-09-09T05:52:00.000-07:00

Ok. New blog. So, I guess I should say why I named the blog 'Do Not Put Empty Bottles Back in the Fridge' ? Well, I have this habit of putting empty packets and especially milk bottles back in the cupboard/fridge. It annoys the heck out of my mum, and I don't even realise I'm doing it (it's one of my many flaws). It was the first thing that came to mind, seriously, and I didn't know what to write. And why I named the URL 'the-glass-is-half-empty'? Because I'm a pessimist, that's why. You'll see.

I'll customise this blog later, when I've finised trying to write a profile for French without revealing my innermost secrets. It's what I should be doing now, actually, but at 13:57 I'm still in my Pjs (pjamas for the less intelligent person), typing this and contemplating what type of pasta I should have for tea tonight. I'm up to 'mes passetemps' and I'm trying to work out the French for 'I'd much rather be writing my creative story for English right now, but I'm revealing my innermost self to a complete stranger, and does this even count as part of my GCSE or does the school just want me to suffer?' Obviously, I cannot write that. Le Sigh.