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

If Hannibal wasn't a cannibal, I think he would be a lovely man. Cultured, educated, a budding artist and a true romantic . What more could you ask for in a man? He he! I haven't actually read Hannibal or Silence of the lambs. I was the only person who saw Hannibal and didn't get grossed out by any of it. The brain bit was funny, my friend who was staying over went completely weird when it came on. She hid behind a cushion !
Are you a BIG Harry Potter fan? Please say no! I think the books are ok, not great but ok. The only good thing about the movie was that Oliver Wood was played by Sean Biggerstaff. Oliver Wood is the Griffindor Quiddich captin. My friend was an extra in it too, Owen, just don't make a big deal out of it because it goes to his head.
I had a really busy, and semotionally draining day today.
My friend slept over last night, while we were still in bed in the morning my aunt and her kids came over, I got showered with gifts for easter and late birthday presents , I had to play with my cousins and involve my friend all at the same time for 3 hours as they ran ragged around the house, completely hyper,(we ended up playing tennis in the end) then my friend Owen came over to pick me up cos I was supposed to be going to his house, but my cousins and my friend were still there so he had to go back home without me and I had to go over when everyone was gone. Phew! When everyone had gone I had the left overs from yesterdays dinner and then rushed over to Owen's house grabbing 3 packs of tissues, a bottle of water, dissolvable vitamins (I have a cold or hayfever, can't decide) and a Cadbury's cream egg for Owen, to shut him up. We went to the market in St Albans, went to buy mild, legal, explosives (you'll see later) and plastic army men with parachutes. We ended up buying a v.expensive mini-disk player for him, as he had been saving up since christmas. When we got home, hours later, we made a stuffed cow explode, he packed it's head with smoke bombs and set fire too it. We did this 2 times. We never got round to blowing up the army men, they were too much fun. He he, I'm a big kid at heart ! I stayed for dinner and left for home at 8:39 pm.
I was told somthing that really upset me during the day, it's not mean, but they had no idea how I felt about it. It's really upsetting, I won't sleep well tonight.
I have my exams in -2 weeks and I havent done any revision at all in the past week! These are really important exams and I need to revise. I'm ill at the moment but I really have to get going on it. I am a nervous wreck, I get stomach aches, cramps, headaches, feel sick and tired all because of nerves. I keep on thinking that I made a BIG mistake when choosing my classes for next year. I chose Drama, Graphic products and Classical civilisation. I keep on thinking that I have made the wrong decisions. My mum + dad are helping by letting me take art out of school and my mums going to teach me Textiles and other dressmaking skills. I'm also taking Information Technology out of school as well as in school for reasons that are way too complicated to explain right now. I'm going to bed, I'm still very tired and I need a full 24 hours sleep. Well, goodnight.

-R.G.W
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Read the other reply, it was the original reply. It hasn't showed up on this page.

Er, what?

Anyway, my relationship to Harry Potter is a bit complicated. It just... I hate the whole deal. No, not as such. There was a time when I planned to read the books, but... when I saw all the money that was used in commercial junk - t-shirts, buttons, jewelry, etc. - I decided to keep out of the whole deal. I really don't like to have to be confronted with all that stuff each time I go to a book shop, fashion shop or any shop in fact. So I just keep out of it. That'll show them!

I saw the movie though. To get out of a math class, and to show I wasn't above take a look at the story. I like dragons, mythology and magic , I just don't like it to be something so washed-out. I'm not sure if I liked the movie. The teacher beside me insisted on discussing Pytagora's triangles all the time.

That didn't make any sense, did it? Oh dear.

I was on a show in Oslo last night. "West End 2002" or something, with British performers. I don't think it was that good. Of course, Michael England, the director, was wonderful, Oslo Symphony Orchestra was breathtaking, and *some* of the singers had impressive voices. That was all. It was no show above that. No costumes no acting, no effects. They just stood there and sang. *Sigh*

Ignore what I said before. I wasn't very wide awake. Yeah, I get what you're saying. J.K.Rowling has totaly sold out, she's sold Harry Potter rights to Pepsi©! Not just Pepsi©, she sold loads of other companies rites to Harry Potter as well! I swear, I went out shopping yesterday and I saw a Harry Potter egg timer! Who in their right mind would buy that?!
I love mythology too but the only reason I went to see it was because everyone was calling me a loser! Hah! When I saw it I thought it was a waste of money, and Daniel Radcliff's acting ability, it's fair to say, couldn't be rated against anything above a squid. The standard of the Harry Potter film was very poor and I was really dissapointed. Sean Biggerstaff was very good though, and I'm not biased in any way when I say that!
I got my paycheck yesterday and I'm buying a pond, plants to go in it and fish too. I'm getting 6+ fish so I need help naming them. God's and goddesses are good names also celtic saints. Know any good names?
This "WESTEND 2002" sounds interesting. Gotta go, my dinners on the table
-R.G.W
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Oh wait, new revelations! My exams are in May! Thank god!!!
My dunce of a friend told me they were in -2 weeks. I'm so glad I have a month to revise! Phew, that was VERY close. I nearly had a nervous breakdown at the age of 14. I'm so happy I could cry !
I was just watching casualty (a medical, hospital, drama series over here. Very gory.) and this guy just had his hand shoved in the mincer at an illegal meat factory .
*sigh* I only have sunday and monday left before I go back to school.
My hamster escaped last night, and I found him this morning hiding under the freezer/fridge. Poor little guy. He was cold, dirty, very thirsty and hungry . He was so thirsty that when I washed him in the sink, with a tooth brush and luke warm water, he started lapping up the water. He went straight to bed when I put him back in his cage, he obviously hadn't been able to find anywhere to sleep .
I'm tired, depressed, and upset. *sob* I need a hug , I had better go and get one off my mum before I go to bed.
Gotta go, bye

-R.G.W
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Aaw! *s Nate* There.

I've just managed to write my school novel over to the computer (I always write the first draft with pencil). The task was to write a novel about kids that put themselves in danger because of an extreme sport. I was a bit irritated because it was meant to be so obvious it was kids (irresponsible, naive youth) so I wrote about two forty-year old men. I'll probably be yelled at because of that. What can I say, I'm a rebel

Anyway, it's about this guy, Steve, who is about to throw himself off a cliff, paragliding. He is nervous as hell, when he learns that his best friend Indy, who convinced him to do it, just did it because he made a bet with a very dangerous man, Willy. Steve is sure that Willy have done something with the equipment so he won't make it. After a while he is convinced to do the stunt because of the amount of money that's involved. Just when the count down ends, he simply says "No, I won't do it." and wanders off. The End.

I often write long stories just so that the reader will feel disappointed in the end. I doubt it will be well recieved with my Norwegian-teacher, but I've learned from experience that no matter how much work I put into a novel, she'll hate it. So I simply wrote this to knowingly disappoint her in the end...

Gotta go, it's cleaning day...

Thanks for the hug, I feel much better now. I'm not depressed or as unhappy which is a first .
Wow! You're a real rebel. Someone hold you back. Don't conform to to the man at the top. Wahoo! Go girl . . . ok now it's just getting annoying. I'm going to shut up now . . . oh stuff it. I can talk if I damn well want to, unless they put that metal brace on me again.
I love writing but I never plan any of my work, I'm lazy. I write it out as I come up with it. I only re-write it if I don't have a deadline looming up on me.
We had to do an essay about peer pressure and make up an example of a kid being pressured into doing somthing wrong. Key phrase: a KID doing somthing wrong. I know kids are more suseptable to peer pressure but we arn't the only ones who have to deal with it. Adults are just as likely to be pushed into making the wrong choices. I'ts pathetic the way that teachers make it the kids fault, and make them do the iresponsible things. It's very annoying . I'm going back to school the day after tommorow. *sob!* I have LOADS of homework to do. I have to do stuff about preparing a vegetarian meal for 4 people that the whole family would enjoy but it has to be an adaption of a meat meal. Bbboooorrriiinnnggg . . . .
Got any ideas for my fish names yet? I like the name Minerva, or Adonis. Yes, I do know who they were. I do have my moments of great intelligence once in a while too . Just not very often ! I'm not feeling very serious today, must be all the chocolate I ate! Yum, chocolate. I ate an entire Easter Egg today in one sitting, while watching Bridget Jones's Diary (not the best film to watch when you're eating the most unhealthy thing possible and having an identity crisis). Oh yeah! I never told you, I'm having an identity crisis! I don't know who I am. I feel so unreal and dissatisfied with life. Just like the song by Dusty Springfield "You don't have to say you love me". One line goes (I am listening to it by the way, I don't remember this sort of thing. She is a very good singer thank you very much! If a bit panda eyed.)
"Left alone with just a memory, life seems dead and so unreal," which pretty much sums everything up really. I also feel very depressed at the fact that the person who I have an unhealthy fixation on has gone and got a g/f who, by the way, isn't me. I'm alone, a pessimist and a dork. Can life get any better? I'm not happy unless I'm unhappy. . . . You of all people should know that about me.
I endulged in a little retail therapy today with my best mate to make me feel better. I got a Hello Kitty letter writing set, which was a bargain. I'm big on letter writing, I prefer it to e-mail. It has a certain romantic and personal touch which, I believe, can never be replaced by the e-mail. But then again you may disagree, I certainly find it more exciting to recieve a letter than an e-mail. It's so personal it really touches me in a funny kind of way ! I'm a big softie. I admit, I have occasionally been touched by the odd doe eyed kitten in a basket . Aww !!
I prefer complaining though, it beats the hell out of flea ridden dirt bags in carrying cases ! Heh heh!
Better go, my hair is starting to attract all manner of wild and smelly beasties from the forest (which is the usual sign that it needs washing) and I'm hungry (again, it's permanant) so I will cut short my rather creepily long letter. Plus my head hurts, all this thinking can't be doing me any good.
See you later.
This is such a good song! "Life seems dead and so unreal, all is left is lonelyness and there's nothing left to feel. You don't have to say you love me, just because la lah laah!"
Byyyeee byyyeee!

-R.G.W
[REASEARCHER.GONE.WRONG]
AKA NATE

P.S. I hope the cleaning's going well. Keep up your spirits, do it as Colin does it. In blissful happiness and in very full, to bursting, spirit! That way your parents can't complain about the job you're doing, because then they feel guilty for bashing a happy girls spirit down into the gutter. It always works for me. Gotta go, the neighbors are starting to complain about the wildlife my greasy hairs starting to attract.

Damn. Now you got me hooked on that song - "When I said I needed you/You said you would always stay..." I'll never get it out of my head now ! Oh, who cares, it's a good song

Today we had students from our sister school in Italy coming, to stay in Norway for a week. Poor b*****ds... When they sat down to eat in the cafeteria, those seven quiet, shy people in a strange country, almost the whole school just stood in a large circle around, watching them like they was animals at the zoo or something. Not to be cruel or anything, just watching them in a sort of excited way ("Who are those?" "They're from Italy!" "Good Golly! From Italy? Wow!" "Oh, look! The tall one just said something to the girl!" "Oh!") I had to giggle a bit when I saw the spectators. The Italian students must think they're all demented or something.

Greek God's Fish names, huh? Well, Norse mythology is more my field. I've always thought Hermes was pretty cool though. And Hades .

I agree with you about RL (Real Life) letter writing. I get much more excited when I recieve a nice letter than an e-mail, because it's more... real Yeah, it isn't just a bunch of zeros and ones.

Boy did I get wurpised today: I learned that a very good teacher (in fact my favourite at the time) is a major Monty Python fan! That's the second time a favourite teacher of mine has turned out to be that! (And they're always my favourites before I learn their little "secret") It's a bit odd to see a person you admire and respect suddenly break into a silly walk...

Good luck with the hair! I'm re-dying mine black tonight. If I find the time. "Haaaaair! Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair!"

"Boy did I get wurpised..." I crack myself up. A nice word though. And I am after all the Keeper of Newly Discovered Words. So I claim it! It's mine! All mine!

Yeah course, you just stay there and I'll get you the help you need. I know what you mean, my Chemistry teacher Dr Oliver is a "hitch hikers guide to the galaxy" fan. I won't bad-mouth him in case he's on h2g2 and is looking at this. Can't be too careful these day's! Plus my rather annoying History teacher, I won't mention his name in case he sees this (god knows why he would, but he's quite new and I haven't had a chance to start kissing up yet, so I don't know if he's a fan too), is a Black Adder worshiper like me. I like the very Zanni like character Baldrick. He taught us about the 1st world war trenches by playing us Black Adder and he's done it on a number of occasions.
I don't need to be foreign to get that kind of attention in the canteen. People stare at me all the time, must be because of my good looks ! The French kids that came (or supposedly) here we never saw. They were completely hidden from us, almost like we were going to make them join our wicked sinful ways and convert them to some underground cult while we were at it. Yeah, that sounds like me . Come on! I go to an all girls school where the most violent things here are the push ups our PE teacher makes us do. Actually that's not quite true, a girl last term, was beaten up and slashed with a knife by a gang of girls from a rival school. She was pregnant too! Heh heh, the whole of our class saw it (except me and the few people who don't mind being seen talking to me) happen. Then our Big Friendly Giant of a teacher (with the Big and the Friendly taken away) came and chased them off, oh yeah about 40 miniutes after the thing happened. That takes a special kind of idiot (similar to me but more intelligent).
I said a real gem of stupidity yesterday when we went to see a stately home. I pointed out a sofa to my mum and said
"Ohh look! That sofa's just like the old leather one we used to have but completely different ..." My mum looked at me and shook her head. I also became afraid of a man who was looking round the house too with his family. I ran away from him because he looked like Donny Osmond, and knocked a little old lady down the stairs trying to get away from his big white teeth. I also managed to mess up the entire back-seat of my Dad's car because he wouldn't let me out while we had lunch. I think he was scared I would roll down the mountain or summat. This is why we can't have nice things in our house .
Come on then Ms Smarty Pants, tell me a few Norse god names for me to call my fish.
I love letter writing, I'm a real romantic so there stinky face !!
My word is Nay (OPPOSITE: Yay), I say it at school when answering the register. I also put on my Sea Captin voice and say "Yarr me hearties, I be present yerr!"
Also I say "Yep, and how about you?"
And I say " Yes, Mr/Mrs/Miss whatever, sir/ maam!" And throw them a smart little salute and stamp my feet. That one works better for Pe, we're standing up.
Also I say "Physically I'm here but mentally I'm off sick/Skiving/away" It changes each term, I'm a sucker for variety.
Plus I also say "Hang on I'll just have to check" Go quiet for 10 secs and then say "Yep, I think so."
I think you get the idea. Don't get too wurpised Tilly but I have to go. It's a new term of school tommorow and I have to get ready and do at least 1 page of revision to show to my teacher. Cooking tommorow, damnit. I'm making a vegetarian Spaghetti Bolognaise, how typically boring, how typically sad, how typically me! Are you a vegetarian? I'm not, I like eating chicken too much sorry I meant Easter Chicks MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Sorry about that, I get carried away (in a straight jacket)!
Bye

-R.G.W
[RESEARCHER.GONE.WRONG]

I love Monty Python! Sorry I forgot to say so.
And now for a little song:
"When I said I needed you, you said you would always stay, it wasn't me who changed but you. And now you've gone away..." *wild emotional sobbing* "You don't have to stay forever I will understand, believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you, but believe me I'll never tie you down..." *sobs of "Oh god, I loved him soo much! Wahhhhh, I want him back. Life's not worth living!" followed by high pitched girly screaming*
I get very emotional when this songs on.
Gotta go bye!

-R.G.W

Oh, I have lot's of annoying catch phrases! I have a rather charming, Spanish "Que?" each time I don't understand something (which is, as we all know, pretty often )
During those akward silences when no one knows what to say, I ofen say "goosnargh", then someone asks me why the hell I said that, and tadaa: The silence is broken.
When surprised, I can cry out "Blow me to fragments!" in a John Lennon-like dialect.
"Goody, goody..." in a slight hissing manner when I'm feeling good .
And let's not forget about all the weird things I say when I'm with my sister! We have a little line we say each day: (In a macho, Sean Connery-voice) "This is not a combat! You are not my husband! And there is no Phantom of the Opera!" Come on, ask me how we came up with that one. You know you want to... Or perhaps not.

Norse Gods, here we go: Odin, Frøya, Frøy, Tor/Åsa-Tor, Frigg, Balder, Heimdall, Ull... And my personal favourite: Loke. (But he isn't really a God, he is a bad guy and a half breed) And besides the Gods, you have Odin's birds Hugin ("Thought") and Munin ("Memory") If any of these sounds like good names, just ask me, and I can tell you how to pronounce and maby about the characters if you want me to!

"Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you..."

Grrr! The neighbour is chopping wood and it gives me a headache!

Hmm, you have nothing to do, do you? Ok fine, how did you & your sister come up with such an 'intelligent' saying?
I'm not a complete dunce, I do know how to pronounce those names. You'd be surprised at how much I knew. It's surprisingly little !
Back to school in precisely 11hours and 43mins and 38secs. 37 now... 36 now...35 now... I don't want to go back, it's only been 2 weeks and a day. It's not fair !
I have to go but hang on I'll be right back after dinner. Bye.

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There, I'm back. I had a really nice dinner tonight, Salad + boiled potatoes with butter and chives + roast chicken. Unusual, I normally hate salad but today I was wolfing it down.
You think you have it bad? The idiot (to use a light word) over the road has been playing on his drums ! It's so annoying. I want to hurt him so badly he will be in a wheelchair for a week!
He used to bully me and make fun of me but now the tables have turned and I'm his intelectual superior, or so I like to think...
"It wasn't me who changed but you, and now you've gone awaay. Don't you see that now you've gone and I'm left here on my own, that I have to follow you and beg you to come home... You don't have to say you love me just because I am, you don't have to stay for ever, I will understand. Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you. But believe me I'll never tie you down..."God I love that song...
Dusty Springfield rules!!
When I don't understand somthing I go "durrhhhh?"
When meeting a friend/new person/alien life form/aqaintance I say "Tally ho, pip pip, and Bernards your uncle, wot? Jolly nice to see you and all that, old bean!"
If I want to diss/cuss/insult/annoy/confuse someone I say "You're such a statistical wonk!"
When I'm in trouble at home I point at the hamster and go "He did it!"
When I'm told to stop playing that goddamn song I say "It wasn't me who changed but you, and now you've gone awaay. Don't you see that now you've gone and I'm left here on my own, that I have to follow you and beg you to come home... You don't have to say you love me just because I am, you don't have to stay for ever, I will understand. Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you. But believe me I'll never tie you down..."
When they punch me I say (ouch of course but I also say)"Oh I say you jolly old rotter, I demand a fisticuffs re-match you blinkin cheat, wot?"
When they punch me again I say "I'm going to shut up now..."
Heh heh!
Yes, I would like to know more about Norse Gods. I have heard of the ones you mentioned but I would like to know more about them. Thanks, and if you need help with the Greek and Roman god's I can help (Although most of the Roman god's were copied off the Greeks, they just had different names). I have been doing Latin and background work on them for 3 years now and I always expressed an interest since I was a tiny babe in a crib (Reciting the Roman god's names in order of title and status) so I must be quite knowledgable on the subject.
I have to go and pack my cooking stuff for tommorow, Remember the apron, Remember the apron! I always forget to bring in my apron, and when you do that you have to give her 5p to borrow an apron, you get an order mark (if you get 3 order marks they give you a detention) for no apron (100 pennies in 1 pound), so I probably have given her £54123 in my lifetime. *Sighs as she counts out her ingredients* 1 pea, 2 peas, 3 peas, 4 peas. It's gonna be a long night ....

-R.G.W
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PS. I still haven't washed my hair yet. I have grown quite attatched to the birdsnests.

Oh God... I'm staying home today. I have a horrible suspicion I'm down with the flu. My nose runs, I've got a sore throat, my head hurts , every muscle in my body is aching, I'm sweating, I'm freezing... Terrible. I guess death's too god for me. I'm not one of those that keep fighting, no matter what. When I'm sick, I expect the whole world to make me and say "Aw, poor you". Did I mention my head hurts? Don't you too think it's a great idea for me to stare at a computer screen all day? Nah, didn't think so. It's just my brain that works like that

Okay, I'll tell you about that "intelligent" saying ("This is not a combat! You are not my husband! And there is no Phantom of the Opera!") But just keep this in mind: I'm weird. My sister's weird. Think about us two together. It started with "There is no Phantom of the Opera!" which is, of course, a line Raoul sings in the Phantom of the Opera.
Then we saw "Sommersby" (how do you spell that? ) with Richard Gere and Jodie Foster. Foster exclaims with a very charming (?) southern accent "You are not 'maa' 'usband!"
Then we saw "The Rock" with Sean Connery. There's a scene when he yells out "This is not a combat, my son!" At this time my sister and I discovered that we both could make some pretty neat Sean Connery-imitations (just push your jaw forward, adapt a Scottish accent and make small hissing noises at the 'S')
It's simply just a collection of what has NOT been the most clever things to say in a musical, a drama and a action movie. Didn't I say it was a long story? Perhaps not.

And now over to something completely different: Norse Gods!
Odin is, of course, the God of gods. The dude with the one eye. When a peson dies he in combat he goes to Odin where he fights, eats and drinks all day. If he dies sick in bed (like I'm about to do ) he goes to Hel, the queen of the dead (and Loke's daughter), where he will freeze and starve.

Me head is beginning to seriously spin. I better tell you about the other ones another time...

You have to pay for borrowing an apron? Boy, that's a bit steep. I guess I don't have such a disciplined school, and I forget my apron regularly.

Ooaaaahh! To quote "Giorgio" in Passion: "God, I'm sick!"

- This long and sligthly disturbng message was brought to you by Tilly.

Guess what I forgot today? You guessed it, my apron. Talk about predictable...
My bolognaise only got 8/10 (I'm used to 10/10) and I was furious. If presentation, taste, originality and desirability weren't being accounted for I would have got 10/10! I'm so mad, she gives me rubbish marks. I want our other teacher back, even if she was Hitlers re-incarnation. Ho hum. That's my new saying by the way. It sucks huh?
Hope you feel better soon. Sounds like you had what I had but you're making a bigger deal out of it. Ho hum, I bet you're a real wimp. Whereas I am a strong willed, and bodied young individual. My back hurts ! It's not funny. It really hurt when I woke up, I blame the media. I don't know why just yet, but it's usually their fault (and Richard Branson's).
I was reading the 'Rich List 2002' and Richard Branson (the one who owns Virgin atlantic & the phone company & the drinks company & the record company all called virgin. In fact he has 250 to be precise!) apparently is the 21st richest man (or person because women are included in it)in Britain & Ireland!?! His net worth is £1,000 million!!!!!!!!!! I have too admit he's very cool, mind you those jumpers don't do much for him. I admire him for not wearing suits and really showing everyone who thought he would be a failure. I loath him for those stupid 'round the world in 70 days' stunts. They waste money, and when he gets in trouble, the emergency services time. Stupid really.
The richest person has a net worth of £4,700 million, but he's boring so we won't go into too many details. In summary he's The Duke Of Westminster, blah blah blah.
J.K.Rowling came 147th. Heh heh. She was beaten by Lord Llyoyd-Webber in case you wanted to know. He came 69th with a net worth of £420 million. Pablo Picasso's daughter Paloma came 80th which is pretty good! A very interesting woman. She built up a cosmetics and fashion accesories empire with annual sales of more than £500 million!
Woah, this is encouraging me to feel very depressed. Makes my hard earned savings (£100) look very feeble .
If deaths around the corner can I have your tarot cards?
I really messed up today!! During the 2 mins silence at school, to mark the funeral of the Queen Mother, I was in Drama, just before lunch. As we stood in complete silence my stomach suddenly started to rumble really loudly, my friend looked at me and smiled, I snorted with laughter so hard I blew all the left over snot (from my cold) out my nose. That set off my other friend (she's insane, although not as much as me) and she was shaking with laughter. My Drama teacher just looked at me. Not anger, just concern.
He's really nice about all the accidents I have in Drama, and trust me there have been a few. I'm going to do it for another 3 years I think, so there shall be plenty more cringe worthy moments to come.
Ho hum, gotta go. Bye.

-R.G.W
[RESEARCHER.GONE.WRONG]

PS. Why didn't you tell me I have been spelling Researcher wrong all this time? I have been spelling it Reasearcher! You have to tell me these things Tilly!!
PPS.Tell your sister that she can never be as weird as me. I'm Nat, keeper of all things weird and dorkish! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

"Money, money money/Would be funny/in a rich man's world..." Nah, I'm not really in an ABBA mood. Right now I'm playing a Duke Ellington record. Let's see what track I'm on... "Light'nin'", that one's nice.

I'm still ill, by the way. I was just slightly worse yesterday. And yet I travelled by train for half an hour to practice with my band. You see, we're gonna play in a really big contest on Saturay. It's really big. You just won't believe how vastely, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is..! We had to win another talent contest just to get to this one. My band (Drownin' Ducks) is playing a, er, different version of "Ballroom Blitz", where I also play a rather impressive jazz-like solo on the trumpet.

We have a really cool opening too. Picture this; The whole band is on stage (minus the drummer) I'm in a deep conversation with the sax-player, the bass player is reading a comic book, the guitar player is in his own world, practising, and the lead singer is putting on makeup. On comes the drum player, strolls down to the drums, and suddenly he starts playing. Deep focus, I put on a couple of designer sunglasses, and we're off.

This contest has ca. 700 cultural "things", only 30 goes to the next contest. Do I think we'll make it? Not at all. Never in a hundred years. I'm surprised we even got this far.

"Ho hum" is pretty cool . It speaks to me.

"It don't mean a thing if it aint got that swing! Do-wah-do-wah..." Playing in the background...

P.S: I've really never noticed you wrote "Researcher" wrong. I have no eyes for details.

Ho hum,
yeah, I'm in a funny mood today. Indifferent is the word to describe it.
Latin tommorow, hmm, yeah. Hope we get to do more on god's and stuff, yeah, that'd be fun. Hmm, yeah.
I'm on a quest...
for HTML code. I need a tall, dark, handsome stranger (preferably with no-phsycopathic tendancies) to come, sweep me of my feet and tell me how to put in marquee's. I may write somthing about that in my journal.
I can't tell you if I think you're going to win, never heard you play. Sorry. Hmm, yeah, sorry...
I'm going to go to bed in a minute. After I have done some revision that is. If you want to know what I have to revise (goodness knows why) check out: www.bbc.co.uk/revision] It's the key stage 3 that I'm
on.
Feel better soon Tilly. Drink plenty of fluids and get a lot of sleep.
Talk about commitment, she went to practice even though she was sick, *sob* how brave! Hope you guys do well by the way. Who else (well of course I'm not going to know them, I just want to know their names) is in the band?
Well, I'm feeling way too tired to chat or add smilies so I think I may be coming down with somthing. I think I can manage one or two .
Bye

-R.G.W
[RESEARCHER.GONE.WRONG]

P.S. Who would ever wish that on a duck? Forgive me, I'm slow.

Day three of illness. Try playing the Infocom Game version of Hitchhiker's Guide for three days, then we'll talk about psycomaniac. I get as far as the bridge of the Heart of Gold, then - RRRGH!

Have you played it? It's here, if you'd like to try:
http://www.douglasadams.com/creations/infocomjava.html
One of the hardest games in existence, I bet.

Let's see, the members of Drownin' Ducks... There's me - the devoted trumpet player (Gimmick: Sunglasses and a goose feather), Susann (14)- sax player, Tine/"Tiny" (17)- my sister the bass player, Runa (17)- lead singer and Tine's best friend, Marius (16)- drummer, and Daniel (37)- solo guitar, band manager and Tine's boyfriend.
It happens, like this contest, that there's an a age maximum, when we use the boy who's name temporarily escapes me (15) instead of Daniel. And of course our mascot, the stuffed toy, Andy the Stage-Diving Duck ("And" is Norwegian for "Duck"), he's been on all of our gigs.

As for our name, the story's a bit long, but you asked, so now you have to pay the consequenses!

We practise in an old empty building called "The Castle" (It's more of a shed, really ) on top of a place which would roughly translate into "Bath-hill" That started our sea-theme. The first song we played together was "Divin' Duck Blues" which goes a bit like "If the river was whiskey /I was a divin' duck/Well, I'd dive to the bottom/And I'd never come up". We decided to make it a little more morbid So we made it into "If the river was Pepsi/I was a Drownin' Duck/Well, I'd sink to the bottom/And simply float to the top." As that become our Theme-song, "The Drownin' Duck blues" we decided our name. We discussed that it kinda had a sound of hope in it. It's not a Drowned Duck, it's simply Drowning. It's still possible that it can be rescued.

Oh dear, look how long this posing got. I'd better lie down in the sofa and roll around in self-pity.

I shall check the game out later.
Ho hum, I feel sorry for myself. Latin was boring but we did end up doing a bit of background work. Yeah, 5 mins till the lesson ended! We did about Orpheius and Uridice (bad spelling) which I already knew so I was the only person who didn't benifit from the lesson.
Yikes !I really am going to have to knuckle down and study, especially after today when I found out that on the 2nd of May our SATS start. Then about 3 days after they finish we have our school exams! How unfair is that?!??!!!
My messages are going to be shorter from now until the end of May.
It's the practice SATS next week. Oh dear lord....I'm so gonna fail!
Hope that tommorow isn't day 4 of 'the illness' (another great movie title. Ridley Scott can direct), get better soon. All this internet cannot be doing you any good (or your phone bill for that matter) so get better and get out more!
My friends not talking to me and I'm meant to be going over to her house. I can't be bothered to get stressed over making up so I'll just cancel it. If she's gonna sit there whinging about how mean I am to her and how everyone should be more considerate to her feelings, like always I'm going to hurt her!
She always says that it's 'family problems', well I've met her 'family' and they're jolly nice. They do antything for a quiet life.
What happened to her then? Ooh that was a bit bitchy wasn't it ? I'm really loosing my patience with her now. Honestly, she's just like a 3yr old sometimes!
Gotta go, I'm making my dinner. Home alone again!

-R.G.W
[RESEARCHER.GONE.WRONG]