h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hello Hello
Sorry for the extended away, it was a crazy weekend.
First off I went to work.
And like I thought, it didn't really turn out well.
My first day at the photo place, and I knew how to do everything because I've worked at photo processing places before, but I got yelled at because I did everything "slightly" differently. Not everyone works the same way, and not all the equipment can be the same. My boss man finally came out and said, "I thought you knew how to do this??" It was horrible, every second I was there I'd decided I didn't want to be there. Worse still, about 5 and a half hours into the shift I got really dizzy and started not to feel well. Which isn't abnormal for me because I have an anxiety disorder as is, but I got REALLY dizzy and I thought I was going to be sick, so I walked to the back room where there's a sink and blacked out.
I slowly lost my sight and then after, probably only a minute or less, my sight slowly came back and I had my head in the sink.
So I just started drinking water like mad until my crazy boss man came back and asked if I was okay. I told him I was dizzy and he continued to tell me that I should sit down and if I was under weight. Well I am, but I don't think that was it. He then said that he had a man working there before who got dizzy as well, and he just had to eat and he'd feel better. Either way he let me go home 20 minutes early. And I asked an extremely worried friend to drive me home so I could lie down.

Now I'm at a crossroads.

I believe (as my friend does and my friend's father who does a lot of safety work) that I got dizzy because of the use of multiple chemicals in the developing process and the definite lack of sufficient ventilation. So, do I go back and continue to work there? If I do there's a good chance that I'm going to feel ill all the time and possibly have long term effects. But it took me a really long time to even FIND a job, and my mom will be VERY MAD!!!
Everytime something goes "wrong" with me, my mom doesn't believe me. I told my sister what had happened when I left work, and she told my mom, but it's been two days now, and my mom hasn't brought it up or even talked to me about it. And I know if she does, she's only going to get mad. *sigh*
So what do I do? I have to decide because I'm scheduled to work tonight. This is so frustrating, I'm gotta be the most indecisive person in the world. And I really don't know what to do, nor what to tell my mom. Do I really not wanna work there? Or am I just being a baby because I don't want to work? I don't know, I feel awful.
Anyhow, sorry about that.

We know ALL ABOUT Diana over here. The American's and hence, the large majoriy of Canadian television, is obsessed with her and her story. I'm surprised they haven't claimed her as their own.
But it's slowed down in the past year.
Are those guards really not allowed to move or talk? You always see them in comedy shows being harrassed because people want them to smile, that would be such a difficult job. I would want to slap all the silly tourists who were trying to tickle me.

I'm currently telling my friends about my weekend, and well, they're not very sympathetic, am I being ridiculous? Or do I have lousy friends? Because I'm not liking them right now, very much at all!!! And my other friend just dropped by to ask me to go to the wreckers with him, and I said, alright, give me a second I'm just writing, and then ten minutes later he got up and left. I think he's mad. Wow, I'm not having a good day at all.

I've heard of Travis, they sing that Yellow Song right? I don't really like that all that much. I love Blur though!!! Right now Damon is singing with Gorillaz!! And I love the animation for that video.
Music's lagging right now everywhere, I think it's due to the multitude of manufactured bands and this explosion of POP!!! It makes me sad that you don't even have to know how to play an instrument anymore to be considered a musician. There's a television show over here right now called POP STARS!! And it shows you step by step how they make manufactured bands. They showed the rehearsals, and the chosing of the finalists, and teaching dance steps and everything, and when the band was done they had a real song come out and it was STILL popular, even though everyone knew how they were manufactured, it made me so sad that no one seems to have musical appreciation anymore.
There are a few that still play instruments, but they're struggling. Mostly little punk bands. There's one called Sum 41 that are pretty good. They're rivals are Closet Monster, but I know all the members of Closet Monster cause I went out with one for 4 years, so now I'm all for SUM 41 getting famous!!! Until, of course, my band does. Even though that's lacking as well, because all of my musican's are more involved with PROM then music, makes me sad.

Milk, in bags, comes in threes. And they're put in a larger bag, that you can carry, so it's not difficult at all. I'm still extremely impressed with your milkman though. It's just plain schnazzy!!!
And I've been drinking an excessive amount of milk ever since this conversation's come up.

Our government is based off yours, so it's basically the same. We don't have elections right now though, I think it's coming up in the next couple years.
Anyhow I should go, I have flowers to plant in the backyard. And a resignation letter to write up, and a life to figure out. My mom's going to be SO MAD!!!!

It was coldplay who sung Yellow, not Travis, but yeah Gorillaz are rather good I must say, I went on a very long trek to buy the album because the places which sold it nice and cheap had sold all the nice cheap copies so I had to go to the place which sold it for more. But now I have it so that's OK.

If that place make you ill through insufficient ventilations etc surely it goes against health and safety laws? Or are they not very strict? Good luck with telling your mum anyway.

We know all about the popstars thing. We have one called hearsay, with a daft apostrophe in there somewhere for no reason other than to be annoying. I deliberately missed every episode because I thought it had about as much point as watching paint dry, but they are now ENORMOUSELY popular which rather annoys me because my dog has more talent than them.

I tend to deliberately miss a lot of programmes which are meant to be hits. I was very proud for avoiding every single episode of 'big brother', because
a;it was just a platform for pointless prima donnas and
b;because George Orwell would turn in his grave I'm sure.
Did you get inflicted with it in Canada?

Tomorrow I have a biology exams which should be OK. We have to do it all in modules now so we take squillions of exams throughout the year, we had them in january and now we have more. Tomorrow I have 'transport mechanisms' whcih is about as fun as it sounds, all about transprting nutrients in plants and animals, but we did coursework which counts towards this module so even if I mess it up I'll still get some marks because I did well in the coursework.

And to make it worse it's summer which means everyone's got exams. This then means you get the educations boards publishing the surveys which show the shock!horror! girls are doing better than boys, and therefore lots of strategies are published to try to make learning more boy-friendly.
When will they learn that if a boy wants to learn he will, just like if a girl doesn't want to learn she won't.
I know plenty of intelligent boys thankyou very much and I don't think their results will be improved by making the lessons orientated to sport.
Also, the fact is that everybody's improving it's just that the girls improve more than the boys. Surely if the results are getting better for everyone then it doesn't matter if one set improves more than the others as long as they all improve.

It's nice and summery today hooray hooray. It means I can wear my hat tomorrow which most people seem to like (although I'd wear it even if they didn't) and which I adore. It is blue and very nice, not a baseball cup(they're ghastly). I'm going to put some slogans on t-shirts tonight I think. I've got some funny t-shirts already but they're expensive so I've decided to do it myself. I can see disasters happening here.

I am making a collage for my room, I know collages are usually dreadful but I am resolved this one will be different. I have been patiently cutting out squares of different colours, and I'm halfway through sticking the sky down, with the different colour light blues at the bottom and the different colour dark blues at the top. I then intend to add ground, and then lots of pink in the shape of a monty-python-esq foot and various other daft things. This is another plan I can see going rather wrong but I will persevere. I already have sketches of Ringo starr and a couple of miscellaneous guitarists (copied off a Nirvana album but not really meant to look like them)on my walls, so my room is rather creative. Then there are some typical big posters, also a dali print and a few Eschers, but my room isn't as odd as I've made it sound I assure you. And it'll be better when I put the collage up.

I am a croquet champion. Not voluntarily though I hasten to add.
See, I went to my granny's on sunday (she's on chemo so we don't see her as much as we used to, but she was off the medication for a while so feeling better) and as it was sunny she expressed enthusiasm for setting the croquet up, so I had to set up a croquet course while we waited for my dad to arrive (I see him even less often than my granny but not because he's ill, it's because he's lazy). When my granny and my sister tried it out I was implored to make the hoops wider which is easier said than done but eventually I managed to make the hoops incredibly wide. When everyone else arrived I had to play and I will have you know that I am champion And I managed to resist the enormous temptation to hit my sister with one of the mallets.
It would be more fun if it was a contact sport.

Like fencing.
It's monday which means it's fencing night. I should go really, and I do want to, but then my sensible side says "no! you have an exam tomorrow! revise-revise-revise"

So the thing is, which will win? My violent side which would really like me to bash someone with a sword or my sensible side which would really like me to pass my exam?

You are just absolutely THE coolest person ever.
Ringo is my favourite Beatle!!! If I could go back in time I would tie him up and have my way with him!!
In school this year we actually studied the painting that the Monty Python foot came from. For the life of me I don't remember what it was called, but it belonged to a time in art history referred to as "mannerism" which was really weird. There were no rules and people where misproportioned in paintings and there was lots of sexual content and bright colours and people went mad with it, so there was a classical revival right afterwards that put everyone back in there place. At least, I *think* that's where it's from.
Your walls sound not much different then my own. Though I don't really make collages, I tend not to like the art I produce, even though everyone else seems thrilled by it. A bit of a perfectionist I guess.
My walls right now are blue, different shades mind you, cause I started painting it a darker blue and gave up halfway through a wall. And then they're covered in black and white and hand tinted photographs I've taken myself. A few Beatle posters (not even a third of the ones I own) a "Lord of the Rings" poster and a pastel I did of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. It's a comic book I absolutely love, I don't know if you've heard of it, but I definately recommend it.

Yeah we got all the Big Brother and Survivor "real life" shows over here. I too, have not sat down and watched a single episode. They're even worse then Soap Opera's cause there's no plot, it's just like spying. However I must admit I watch Passions, which is an extremely hilarious soap opera that has a witch and a midget and girls with special powers who got dragged into hell because another girl sold her soul to an even evil-er witch. it's not really a soap opera, it's more like a comedy hour of really bad actor's and crazy story lines. They even fly sometimes, how could I pass that up?

I miss science class, I wonder if it's too late to somehow take summer school? I'm not in high school anymore so there may be rules that say I can't unless I'm finishing a diploma or I'm a mature student which means I'd have to be much older.
Either way, good luck with your exams.
I don't think the education system should be changed. Cause personally I think, if girls were having a harder time learning, they wouldn't do much about it. They certainly don't make classes aimed at boys any easier for girls to deal with. There were probably two girls my entire high school career that took auto-shop, and the teacher wouldn't teach them anything, he'd just tell them what to do and if they didn't know how (obviously they wouldn't because they were taking the class to LEARN HOW) he'd just snicker and tell them to let a boy do it then. errrrr

My friend and I had decided to make t-shirts last year, but we've never gotten around to it. She wants to be professional and get a silk screen, but she needs my help because she's never done it before and I have. I tend to be lazy and just buy old t-shirts at second hand stores that really beat no meaning. My friend gave me an old one of his that reads, "Auto-Muffler, All My Parts Are Guarenteed!" People have stopped me in the hall before to read my shirt, and then seemed disappointed when they didn't understand. Sad really.

I've never played Croquet. Nor have I ever played La Cross, even though, supossidly, it's our national sport. I don't even know the rules, nor is it popular or televised. I'm not sure who came up with this national sport, but I think it should be reconsidered.
We'd gladly consider hockey or basketball as a national sport, I'm pretty sure we invented both. But congratualtions on your champion-istic abilites!! (I'd put a smiley face here but I haven't yet looked into doing that)
I've never fenced, but I'd love to. Have you ever seen "The Princess Bride?" There are some good sword fighting scenes in that. Do you wear the white suits? teehee. I'd much rather side with my violent tendencies then study, though I'd probably end up studying. I think it's something to do with responsibility. YUCK!
I'd also like to learn how to kick box, and how to belly dance. But it all costs money and time, and sadly I have neither.

Coldplay, right, sorry. Travis, . . . I don't know what they sing, but I'll listen for them. Have you ever heard of the Tragically Hip? They're Canadian and have been around for a really long time, but they only recently got famous in the States. Which is sad cause their older stuff was really good and their new stuff is either really weird or really sappy. Have you heard of Tricky? Or PortisHead? They're trip-hop and though I've only listened to a limited amount of trip-hop, what I've heard is pretty good. I think Tricky is English.

Well I'm sitting watching the clock go by, and I'm not ready nor am I leaving for work, . . . where am I going to work now? And what do I do if they call and my mom answers? I'm too chicken to call and quit, besides, my boss doesn't speak english very well and probably wouldn't understand what I was trying to tell him. Oh, I'm so irresponsible. I have to decide what I want to be when I grow up. This is a lot harder then it was when I was a kid.
And now my puppy's biting my arm so I have to go take him out.

If you want to make a smilie just click on any smilie you see and you'll be linked to the smiley page which tells you the codes
When I said 'make' t-shirts I didn't literally mean make them I meant put slogans on ones I already own. I'm not good at making clothes, although I made my prom dress, but that was over a year ago now and I haven't made anything for me to wear since. I made a dress for the school play but the less said about that the better. I had to make it out of sheets because the oh-so-organised costume manager didn't order me any proper fabric.


Lacrosse? Thats the one with nets on sticks isn't it? That no at all big here, it's got a very 'public school' image. (public school is actually private school just in case that's not how it is in Canada).
Yup I wear a white suit thing for fencing but only because it's padded and when someone's coming at you with a sword you want some kind of protection. And we get the funky masks aswell. My friends, upon hearing that I fence, take great delight in getting me to explain the weird stuff we have to wear but it's not actually that bad, it only on your top half anyway.

Haven't heard of any of the bands you mentioned except Portishead I'm afraid, and even then I haven't listened to their music. I'll make an effort to listen out for some of the one's you say, although to be honest I'll probably forget. Oh well, the intention's there.

Lord of the rings poster? Does that mean you're a fan then? I read the books a few months ago after years of intending to and I was suitably impressed. Not sure that they should have made it inot a film though. When I see films of books I've read it ruins the way I imagined them, and besides, it's going head to head with Harry Potter and it would be rather humiliating to lose in the box office to him. I can't see what the Harry Potter appeal is to be honest. I mean, I sometimes enjoys kids books, and I did read the Harry Potter books to see what they're about, but although they were reasonably good they weren't really any better than any other kids book. And certainly not up there with Lewis Carroll or Kenneth Graham. Has the Harry Potter phenominon reached Canada yet?

The biology exam seemed to go OK. I had time left over at the end which is always a good sign although in it they asked a really dodgy question that nobody had a clue as to what it meant. I guessed and just wrote down all the key words I could think of that were even slightly relavent just in case, but it's quite worrying because it was worth loads of marks.

Girls in male-orientated subjects always seem to get the rough end somewhat. There are only two girls in my physics class and one of them isn't keeping it up next year which will leave me and the boys. Which is alright because I get on with them, but the school doesn't do anything to encourage girls who would be intimidated by that sort of thing.

Rongo was great. He had the best sense of humour and he wrote some great songs. Admittedly not very many, but the ones he wrote are brilliant. Octopus' garden! Yay!

A puppy? That sounds sweet but hard work. I have a golden retriever crossed with God-knows-what which we rescued from a dogs home a few years ago only to find he has all the intellectual capacity of a particularly stupid doorstop. But we like him.

My mum is subtly nagging me to choose a career. Which is not helping matters. I'm torn between new-age traveller, ownong a large silver mine in south Brazil or delivering the milk Perhaps I could set up a circus and travel round the world. I do have a tent. Admittedly it's not particularly large but it's a start.And I have some juggling balls, and there is a zoo on the Island so I could go and 'borrow' a couple of tigers. When your boss gets the hint that you no longer work for him you could come and be a clown in my circus.(that is apparently a clown smiley, although I'm not sure about it. After a debate with ioath about the laughing smiley I've come to the conclusion that my browser doesn't have very good resolution)

I've applied at a Fabric Store. However, I know nothing about fabric or sewing. I tried to make myself a pair of pants once, but I had so many seams by the time I got to the crotch that there was no possible way of sewing everything closed. I then decided that sewing was not meant for me. I also did not attend my prom. At the time, I had no need to see people, eat bad food, nor dance. I have a rather dislike for all the above. I did however go and party with some of my friends afterwards. My boyfriend at the time went in a dress and won prom queen, and needless to say there were many people unhappy with that outcome, including the prom king who had to then dance with a boy. My friends are, "special."

Public School in Canada refers to grade school between the ages 4-14. Public also means you don't have to wear uniforms. That's not an overly popular look among students here. Only religious and private schools have uniforms, though they are currently discussing making public schools issue uniforms as well. And I'm sure there will be a lot of people who are going to fight against it, including the students.

I'm currently reading Lord of the Rings. I'm no where near finished yet. But I've had the poster for years because I always liked Wizards and I have read the Hobbit. The poster itself has a picture of Gandalf and Frodo and Bilbo standing on a hill and the boarder is done incredably elaborate with different scenes involving soldiers and knights and Gollum. It's really gorgeous. The book I'm struggling through though. It's not that I don't like it, I just get bored really easily, and my mind's been wandering really badly lately, and I'll read pages before I realize I'm not paying attention and have no idea what I've just read. So it's taking me awhile. I vow I WILL finish before the movie comes out though. As much as movies tend to differ from books, I hope this one will be done well. From what I hear they've spent years on it, and have some very good actors. So my finger's are crossed.

And yes the Harry Potter craze is here as well. I however, haven't read the books so I don't really know what it's all about. But the books and the journals and the calendars and the lunchboxes and bookmarks and pencils and pencilcases and schoolbags and well just about anything you can put a logo on, has been made into Potter paraphenealia. But we latch onto trends like that, and then they pass.

I'm sunburnt. I've spent the last two days at the wreckers with my friend. (yeah the boy who won "prom queen" is a "car guy") This Saturday is $45 day. Which means you pay $45 to get in and then anything you can physically carry out past the exit gate you get for free. Even if you drag it to the gate, and carry it past which is only about ten feet. So all this week he's been going it and taking engines apart and losening bolts and collecting everything so when he gets there he's just gotta grab it and leave. And yesterday I went to help him and didn't realize I was getting very very red. Today my shoulders are SO SORE and fried crispy. I'm naturally very pale so I burn really easily. But at least it feels like summer now.

I'm proud of you for taking physics. It's not such a rarity here that girls take such a course, in fact a large number do. And it's wise to have lots of options open for yourself like that, by taking all sorts of classes. I think I'll stick to worrying about limiting myself once I finally decide what it is I want to do. I'm hoping I'll never decide and then I can just go right to retirement. Now THAT'S something I could do!!

My friend juggles, he's QUITE good. He can juggle seven balls at a time. It's ridiculous, and he juggles clubs on fire with my other friend. I don't know what the atrraction is but he's completely obsessed with it. He's also amazing at skateboarding. Right now he's in Police Foundations because he wants to become a cop. It's extrmely difficult for him right now though, because he's a white male and they tend to hire women and minoritie's first because they have quotas.

My puppy's a Lhasa Apso. But we keep his hair cut short so he's just a pouff ball, and he keeps miss judging the height of the couch and jumping face first into it. I'd be worried if it looked like it hurt him, but it hardly slows him down.

I have forgotten more about the Beatles then most people know. I've been obsessed with them for over 8 years now, and it's finally calming down so I can appreciate other music. I got quite ridiculous, but my mom stayed supportive, even though she likes harder, Guns and Roses stuff. So when does your summer begin? And then what do you do all day?
Well I must go, my hands are greasy and I'm sooo tired!!!
ON GUARD!!!!
*points plastic straw at you and pretends she knows how to sword fight*

I have just eaten a slice of cake, so I am very happy
I also drank a diet coke. The theory is that the no-calorie drink will cancel out the high-calorie cake and it'll be as if I ate nothing. I keep meaning to diet but then I never see the point, because I'm not overweight. I've got some unwelcome curves, and I'm not as skinny as I'd like, but I'm a perfectly healthy weight nonetheless so any diets I attempt just fade away. I'm sure you were very interested in that
It's the Cananadian grand prix tomorrow. If you stand outside and wave allday and then I might see you on TV if they do an aerial shot of Canada.
Our prom easn't really like an American prom, it was more of a dinner dance, not soething you had to bring a date to and no-one got awards like prom king and queen, it was lighthearted and quite fun I must say. If you don't like bad food, dancing or people does that mean you don't like me? Pah!

My collage is coming alomg nicely, if a little sedately. I now have the sky and the grass done but I've yet to stick any actual features on. I haven't really had the time or the motivation. I have started reading the hunchback of Notre Dame, by Hugo, whcih is,well, long. It's rather difficult at the moment because I've only just started but it seems like it might be quite a good book. I'm a bit cross with Disney for making it into a film though. They always over-simplify things.
Like Hercules, the real myth is farfar more complicated than the film and it annoys me when people assume Disney got it right. Or the little mermaid, Disney had to have their trademark happy ending. Or..etcetc, I dislike Disney. I enjoy the films but hate it when they pinch other people's ideas and turn them sickly sweet. I mean, do they give their audience no credibility? Think we can't handle the real tale? *shrug* Oh well, it doesn't really affect me, I'm just a bit highly strung at the momennt due to exams.

*runs away for a moment, then comes back with a particularly pointy pen*
Now, on guard to you.

I had a friend who wanted to work for the police, but now she wants to do forensic science at uni instead, which is good for her but not for me because when I set up my criminal underworld she might catch me. Unless I can bribe her to fake the forensic evidence and frame someone else...
*wanders off, plotting evil things no doubt*

Silly Rabbit, Tricks are for Kids.
I'm not sure if you were joking, but Canada is quite LARGE and there's no way an aerial shot would show anything recognizable besides a mountain. Plus I don't even know what province it was being held in. I could drive ten hours and still be in Ontario!!!! And we have a multitude of provinces plus three territories. I think besides the countries formerly known as the U.S.S.R we're the second largest area of land. Crazy eh?

I like cake, mmmmmmmmm cake. *drools in cakiddy goodness*
I also like peanut butter. I TRIED to like marmalade because Paddington likes it, (yes the bear) but it really did nothing for me, I don't like different textures in food, and there are orange chunks in marmalade. Like I don't like raisins in bread, but each separately, they're fine.

Of course I like you, you're not people, you're intelligent. And have so much in common with myself I tend to brag to all my friends that I've found someone like ME!!!! To which they slowly back away because this frightens them. *teehehehhehehee*

I watched a music awards show this evening, and am quite depressed about the current band situation, . . . my band sucks!!! Or rather, more precisely put, it's non-existent. I wanna be famous, I wanna play on stage and make people dance and bop up and down and have a good time, and no one else shares this dream enough to want to make it happen. BOOOOO MY BAND!!!!!
I think I'll write a song about how much my band sucks, and see if they get the hint.
My arms and shoulders are really itchy because they're sunburnt, but they're also sore so it hurts to scratch them, . . . I need a feather duster.

My friends and I have come to the conclusion that eating strawberry ice-cream is essential in the nutricious battle against scurvy!! The strawberry goodness itself helps to fight off this fruit desirable diesease. So take up our arms, err rather, spoons, . . . and join in our battle, the fight against scurvy can be won!!!!!

Oh, and I've also consulted some people on this straw vs. pointy pen challenge and we've come to the conclusion that I'm going to lose. So I'm gracefully bowing out, but hear me now, I will be back to stake my revenge, mwuahahahahahahahah!!!!
Ummm I mean, . . . until we meet again!
*bows and tips hat gracefully*

My mum made marmalade once except it was out of a tub, but it still tasted nice, and I should know because I ate most of it. Not so keen on peanut butter though. I used to like it when I was younger but I haven't eaten it for years.

I could travel ten hours and end up, well, anywhere suppose. France would be the obvious answer since I'm very much on the south coast, but if I travelled straight up I could drive to Scotland in that time.If I could drive.
I don't think I'd like living in such a big place as Canada. Yes I was joking. They don't show aerial shots in F1 coverage .

I think eating strawberry icecream is an excellent idea. If only our past admirals had know of its' medicinal values, we wouldn't be called limeys we'd be called, well, I don't know, but it has to be better than limey. (do the Americans still call us that? I haven't heard it on TV for quite a while but that might be because they're being politically corect.)

I have maths and chemistry exams tomorrow and I think a heart attack too. This is rather depressing for me but I've done all I can so I'm trying not to think about it. Which naturally makes me think about it even more.

I'm glad to hear I'm not people though. That means I can sit back, watch the human race get it all wrong and laugh at them. Although I can hardly claim superiority. I broke a bit off my clock today trying to learn to juggle. Not that I was trying to juggle my click, you'll understand, just that although I am very adept at throwing the juggling balls, catching them is still a bit beyond me.

I am a bit further through the hunchback of Notre Dame. We've finally been introduced to him, but the ratio of pages read and pages still to read is still pretty mindboggling. However, my mother will be impressed so I will persevere.

All this week there is a special programme on the BBC about the island I live on, which has been nicknamed Dinosaur Island because of the huuge amount of dinosaur fossils found there. This programme, while very good I must admit, has a slight flaw.

I shows maps of where the palaentologists are digging and where certain skeletons have been found. This is a pretty sure-fire way to guarentee that this summer we will be besieged with amaeteur fossil hunter. Which is alright in itself, but the cliffs here have never been particularly stable. Every year we get bits falling into the sea, and we've got an amusement park thing, which is not really an amusement park with loads of rollercoasters but all the same I used to love it, and every few years you hear of bits of it falling into the sea. There's this exhibition which shows the park as it was, and then has this line to show how much has fallen away and it's a lot.
The point is, our coast is quite vulnerable and it has occured to some of us that hoardes of tourist hacking away at the cliffs with pickaxes is possibly not the best way to preserve our coastline.

My mum made a big paper-mache thing of a dinosaurs head for a show once a while ago which she was evry proud of. I'm contemplating going down to one of the beaches where the film crews will be (it's a live programme) and burying it in the sand, so they can find it on TV. Failing that, one of the tourists'll dig it up no doubt and take it triumphantly to the geology museum before being gently informed it's not actually the real thing.

I just saw an advert in our church magazine, a feature about a pilgrimage they're organising. Now, although I don't expect people to walk to Israel, that'd be silly, I do rather think it's missing the point when it says 'all accommodation will be in four star hotels, included in the fee'.
I obviousely misunderstood the point of a pilgrimage.

I've yet to finish Lord of the Rings. I think if I had the individual books I would read them a lot quicker because there would appear to be a much shorter finish line, but my massive book includes all three, so needless to say, it just seems hopeless to read, because I doubt I'll get anywhere, err rather, I doubt Frodo will.
And it's not convienient to take anywhere because it weighs a ton! It would probably be easier to carry around a typewriter and write my own novel.

Canada is pretty huge. My family is from the east coast, but my grandmother moved us to Toronto when my mom was a child, which is the most popular city to be in, in Canada. They film a lot of American movies here because it's much cleaner then the real New York. They actually will bring in garbage for the city when they're filming so it'll look "less like Canada." I forget which movie it was, but I heard that they did this for one, and the next day came to the set to find it all cleaned up, and were very upset because it cost them a lot of money to ship in more garbage!!! YAY US!!

I've had the same little jar of marmalade in the back of my fridge for over three years now. What exactly are you supposed to put it on? Other then toast, . . . which I'll eat with anything.
And I haven't heard the term limey ummm anywhere. But everything's politically correct now so it doesn't really surprise me. You're not even allowed to called "short people" midgets anymore. They're either short people, or vertically challenged. So I don't know who's representing the Lollipop Guild anymore, because I don't know what munchkin's want to be called.

I don't think there were any dinosaurs in Canada. (Well there are a few in our museums) There wasn't much here before people, except buffalo. And then the Inuit. (Which is the correct term for Eskimo) And then the European's came over and brought dieseases that wiped entire races of people out. Hey, it appears I paid attention in History!!
Speaking of which, good luck!! I've been out of school since April, and I don't start again till September.
But either next year or the one after I may be studying in Florance. My school has a campus there and third and fourth year students have the opportunity to spend a year studying abroad. I really want to go, but I'm really nervous about it at the same time. I've never been away from home for that long, and when I get back my puppy won't know who I am, and that'll make me sad too. But it's an opportunity I can't pass up. Oh what to do. And what if I get sick? And all I want to do is go home? I don't even know how to speak Italian.

I wish I had the BBC over here. I wonder if I'd get it if I had a satelite. I rent Faulty Towers all the time. John Cleese is hilarious!! My dog is mad at me at the moment. His favourite toy has a rip in it so I took it away from him because if he eats the stuffing he'll get sick. Now he's whinning at me, and trying to guilt me into giving it back. But NO!! I will not give into puppy charm!!
Awww but he's so cute!!!

I love English accents. They're sexy!!! I have to find me a sexy english boy to talk to, so I can swoon all afternoon.
What do Canadian accents sound like? I heard our language sounds harsh to other cultures and doesn't flow nicely. Which I believe because other languages seem to flow so quickly in comparison to ours.
And do English people feel the need to go camping? Because I really have a hard time believeing camping is a natural instinct.

Go to Florance. Definately. Italy's a really nice place, and since Florance is quite well-visited by tourists, most of the people should speak English anyway. I've been to Italy twice and I've got by fine with just English and French, and basic phrases in Italian are pretty simple to pick up I seem to remember. (Take your puppy with you. You can hide him in your luggage and they'll never know )

I can't think what a Canadian accent sounds like. The American one is not at all pleasant I must admit, especially American children, but I don't know about yours. I always figured ours must be annoying to the rest of the world because we always get portrayed as really posh by other countries. Or as hooligans, I don't know which is worse. Europe are not at all keen on us at the moment becasue of our football fans, and then there's foot-and-mouth, BSE, a good economy (Europe is not happy we have a good economy and ordered our government to bring it down in line with the rest of Europe), etc, we aren't that popular at all. But then Europe isn't popular with us because we pay lots to belong to it and they do us no good whatsoever.

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My parents have gone to France. So in theory I am on my own, except in practise my gran will no doubt be popping in every day on some pretence or other, because she fusses over everything. My mum's starting to get like that too, so it looks as if I will too but I am fighting it. I resolve not to care about anything!

Yeah faulty towers is great. It just a shame they only made twelve episodes, I have no idea why. I like channel four quite a lot because they have Trigger Happy TV which is very funny. It has loads of jokes that you need to see, they're not as funny when they're explained, but you have things like a bloke calling out of an upstairs window to an unsuspecting man below to hold his ladder while he climgbs down. Then you see him climbing down in a black and white striry sweater with a sack on his back marked 'swag', in other words dressed just like a cartoon burglar, which makes me laugh anyway.
And you see a sign saying 'do not feed the pigeons they are a nuisance' and then when someone feeds them you see two men dressed as giant pigeons attack the poor person.

I have odd humour.

I want to be a wizard!!!
To wonder the lands and learn to speak with the trees and the birds. To have divine knowledge and be able to cast spells. And of course the hat, I gotta have the pointy hat.
Perhaps I've been reading too much Tolkien. Perhaps I'm just at a loss for what to actually do with my life. I've come to the conclusion that the human race is only deterriorating in intelligence and I'd rather be elsewhere. Maybe I'll get abducted and become an alien, like Gonzo from the Muppets, and they can shoot me out of a canon and proclaim me their own.

I'm currently wearing one red sock. There was a hole in the other one and it really annoyed me so I decided to take it off. Of course, there was no need to take the other one off, so I've kept it on. I then had to comment on how ugly my sister's socks were. And surprisingly enough, she's so engulfed in her own self-obsession, that she didn't even notice the fact that I only possessed one while mocking HER!!!
Her socks were hideous though, but only because she insists on paying loads of money for socks at expensive stores, when really, cheaper socks purchased at cheaper stores, work just as well and last just as long. *tisk*

I've no job still. A friend of mine however, got a management position at a snowboard store opening up at the mall here soon, so perhaps over time, he'll have the power to hire me on as well. I doubt it, but there's still a slight chance, either way it can't hurt to know a manager. I'm sitting at a desk right now, with resume's to my right, and no intent to hand them to anyone. I'm slowing becoming a crazed hermit like individual. With no likeness for the world or anything it contains.

I live in a group of townhouses and a few houses down, there's a girl that is completely obsessed with my friend/boyfriend (we're off and on all the time) anyway, she works with him, and needless to say despises me. The other day I went to an awards ceremony with him, because he is a recognized welder. (I was so proud) and when he pulled up to my house to drop me off, low and behold she was standing in my driveway. She swaggered her rather plump body over to his side of the car and asked if he could drive her, a few houses down. ABSOLUTELY RIDCULOUS!!!! He said, sure hop in, and she brushed past me not saying anything. And then her friends stood and watch me walk into my house. It was the rudest and most embarssing moment, and I now hate them all. I believe they're all much younger then me, and not the "classiest" of people, to put it correctly. And worse yet, she knows where I live, and continues to NOT LIKE ME!!!!
I'm frightened to leave my house, and want more then anything to MOVE!!! But my mom doesn't want to move for another couple years until my sister finishes high school, so alas, I am stuck in a place that I'm uncomfortable living in, and scared to leave the confines of my house. It's not the safest or nicest of areas.
*sigh*
My life is not anything how I'd like it to be, and my respect for the average person, lessens everyday.

On a much happier note I found a friend of mine that I'd lost for over a year. She moved out of her house near the same time that I had moved and I hadn't heard from her since. I had no way of getting to her and so in a moment of despair (because when you have the friends I must associate with, you really appreciate the ones you can stand) wrote her a brother a letter begging him to find her and give her my phone number. But it was a chance because her parents and her don't get along, and they open all their children's mail. luckily enough, she got it and left me a message saying she would get in touch with me real soon, . . . and I am incredably happy about that.

I love Monty-Python-ish humour. It's my favourite. but I don't get the specialty channel it's on, so I got my grandmother to tape the episodes for me at her house. Unfortunately her V.C.R was set a few minutes faster then the channel, so now I have every episdoe on tape, but without the last five minutes of EVERY SHOW!!!!
Which I found very Monty Python worthy!!! So I guess I don't mind all that much. They'd be proud at my misfortune.

I hope you enjoy this time to yourself.

I'm feeling down in the dumps at the moment
This is largely due to so many people here being so negative to each other so I think I might leave for a little while, but then I've decided that before and not done it so if I were you I wouldn't believe me. I come to h2g2 for fun, and at the moment I come away feeling worse than when I started.

Anyway, in RL things aren't too bad. I don't have a bf (in permanent unrequited love I'm afraid) so I don't have to worry about evil neighbours, although I am impressed that there was a welding ceremony involved.

I have a physics exams in two days and am facing the prospect that next year there could be a few as three of us taking physics since the rest of our class seems to intend to drop it.
We started at eleven, we're down to seven (the rest got thrown out for not turning up to lessons) at the end of this first year, so I wouldn't be too shocked if we lose quite a few when it comes to choosing which subject to drop (we're not allowed to continue with all of them). Oh well. It'll just make some of the more group-based activities a little, erm..challenging.

If you have read my journal you will see I have lost my faith, which is quite depressing really but I have put up posters around the neighbourhood . I have no idea how to tell my mum. She'll be horrified. She goes away for the week and I'm an atheist. Well, no, not an atheist. But heading that way *sigh*.

I managed to work the dishwasher. I have no idea how washing machines work though, but thankfully I have enough clean clothes to last me.

I've bought myself a great Alice in Wonderland print of the Mad Hatters Tea Party. I love Alice in wonderland so I was very happy to find it and it is now on my wall. I'm not sure it's the best sign of maturity ever, so I'll just call it art and then everyone'll be impressed.

I am also considering putting in my page a list if links to researchers I like, as so many other people do, but I live in fear of them not having a clue who I am so I think I'll not bother quite yet. I don't think I've been added to anyone elses list so I don't feel particularly obliged and it means so much work.

I think I am going to start a campiagn against the use of exclamation marks. You may not have noticed, but I use them very seldomly. This is because I hate them with avengence. They can, on isolated occasions be good at getting a point across if I need to hammer it home with a sledgehammer, or use them like you do to emphasise points a lot, but they get overused so much that they should be abolished.

My AS Physics guide has ridiculous comments like

'That's how it is with quantum behavior. Start now and stop worrying sooner!', which, by a strange coincidence, is the type of patronising comment that makes me want to hurl a book across a room. I don't mind humour in school books. The best revision book I ever had was an astonishingly funny maths one with irrelavent comments and bizarre situations all over it. However, this physics book is not funny and using an exclamation mark just make the joke hurt twice as much.

I fear I cannot be witty all the time, nor have much to say.
Spending hours in front of the computer writing, . . . is not something I find easy. I hop on every now and then when I'm bored, or need to vent, and I found that in you, thank you!!!
But as far as making a remarkable page on h2g2, I doubt I can do that at this point in my life.
As boring as my days may sound, there's lots of soul searching and that ever stereotypical, "finding myself" going on, that I feel everyone does once they hit 20, and have no idea what they actually want to do with their lives, and oops, it's the time to know.
I've made me own webpage before, as a school project, and do not feel the need to tackle another one.
And any spare moment I can find, I crawl away with my book. I've even started talking like a wizard from middle earth. It's really quite ridiculous.
There are many chores that my mom's laid out for me, and I have yet to tackle, and I've finally bought myself a journal, to write thoughts, songs or whatever in. So I don't know how constant my writings may be for the next little while.
I'm off to find out as much as possible as I can about myself.
Thank you for listening, I'll forever search the seas for popcorn filled pianos!!!

Yet another person I managed to alienate . If I offended you I apologise and you are free to throw things at me.

I'll write here anyway just on the offchance that you come back occasionally...

-My exams are over.
-My parents are back from France

If I was really evil I could give away the ending to the lord of the rings. Fortunately for you I am not that cruel yet, although I am working on it.
I went to school today which was a complete waste of time. The reason being I only had one lesson scheduled, and that one lesson was cancelled, so I spent the entire day sitting in the sun. Still no tan though. I am destined to remain dazzlingly white forever. I swear that I could blind people. Oh to have mediterranean parents.

I forgot to call my dad on fathers day. So I am feeling guilty, although I did send him a card. Anyway he forgot to call me on my 16th so I feel slightly justified (but still mainly guilty). I also forgot to give my mum the card to give to my stepdad so I had to give it to him when he got back but he didn't mind.

I have an Alice in Wonderland print to put on my wall. It is of the mad hatters tea party, one of the original style illustrations, and I am very pleased with it although it may not be the best way of proving my maturity to the world. However, if I am questionned I can always rely on the old 'it's art' argument to justify myself.

You didn't alienate me at all sweetie!!!
I just don't have the literary stamina that everyone else here seems to possess. I read a lot, and then say hello to you, and then I have other things to do. I can't write anything on my page, nor come up with any entries of my own, I just don't have the strength in my back to sit that long. I feel like an h2g2 fraud. If it weren't for you, I probably would have abandoned writing in it at all. So don't feel blue! (I apologize for my excessive exclamation using)

I dont have a father. So I didn't even know father's day had passed.
However my sister is a cashier and clued in as soon as men started coming through her check out with construction paper ties on, covered in paint and glitter, and with t-shirts covered in glitter and hand prints.

Mad Hatter? Sounds scarey. I believe it's an awesome picture, but the whole concept still frightens me, if it weren't for disney, I wouldn't acknowledge it at all. With all it's drug connections, . . . and that evil evil cat, . . . *shudders*

And trust me I am ghostly pale as well. Which I don't understand cause my mom's got a naturally tanned complextion. but I refuse to wear shorts, cause it's just gross. One summer I had jeans on with rips in the knees and a friend thought I had knee socks on because my knees were so white. I break out if I get a sunburn, I'm allergic to them I think. And they give me tons of freckles on my shoulders, which I hate, but other people seem to think is really cute.

I got another acoustic guitar today. My old one is warped because it got rained on, so it won't stay tuned for very long. So tonight I think I'll restring this one, and see what I can't come up with!!!
If it goes good, and I feel melodic I'll write you a song.
As long as you smile and feel better!!!

Anyhow, I must make new cusions for the couch. So I'll catch ya later beautiful!

Hello. Sorry about giving you the extended silent treatment, it wasn't intentional I assure you.
A song? Wow. Not much rhymes with Dastardly though. So unless you don't use rhymes, you're in difficulty

I was correct with my predictions of my physics class being rather small- it consists of three of us. Todays lesson was spent taking the mickey out of me because I have a bank-robber uncle. I'll get my revenge...

I'm sorry, I truly didn't mean to nag you about posting. I feel rather guilty. I'll even let you off using exclamations marks. I used one today actually, but it was because I wrote the word 'hooray' which needs one really.

It's Wimbledon here, which means tennis on the TV morning noon and night. I don't watch much TV as a rule because it annoys me, but when I do switch it on I expect to see somthing other that tennis

My sister is off to Canada very soon now. I on the other hand am staying put. Of course I'm not at all jealous...

HEY SEXY!!!
Haven't heard from you in the longest time!
I've been trying to occupy my time with "summer stuff"
so as to make myself happy and forget that I have to go back to school
relativly soon. So I've been catching up with old friends and finding out what everyone has done since they've finished high school. I know it hasn't been that long of a time, as most of my friends graduated only last year. But I still found it extremely interesting.
Not many people have changed. And that kinda made me sad. Not that I expect them to, and not that staying the same is necessarily bad for them, I just expected more I guess. More stories, more hope for the future, different friends and different experiences, but I think I've changed more then most of them combined, at least within myself and the way I view the world. I must sound silly ranting like this. But I feel as though I've grown past them. Which makes me anxious for my future, but somewhat sad that I'm losing touch with the past that I came from. Wow, I shall stop analysing myself now.
Wimbelton is on the television everyday. And I know nothing about it, except that it's long and the players get extremely hot. And that it's on a channel that my crazy soap opera used to be on so I don't know why the witch is going to die!!!! ARG!
*walks around all pirate like*
SO how are you? How's the room? How's your life? When are you coming to be in my band?