Cowboy Bebop

Welp, half-term seems to be a week for doing no work but instead finding TV programmes online and watching all the episodes with as little a gap between them as possible. First Firefly, now Cowboy Bebop. Hot damn, but do I love anime. I just went

So, yeah... Cowboys. And Bebops. Now that I think about it, it's kinda like Firefly, in that it's set in space with the crew of a ship who pick a couple of new crewmembers, and they fly around the solar system shooting at bad guys... Okay, so it's not very much like Firefly, but it's still set in space.

Blech, school tomorrow. DO NOT WANT. Plus it's Monday, so I have free, General Studies, free, free, Maths, Maths. Not fun.

Firefly

Where have you been all my life?!

Well, okay, for quite a lot of my life you didn't exist, and then for another bit of my life I wouldn't have watched you anyway, but where have you been for the past few years?!

I've just finished watching the series in two days (days where I probably should have been studying instead. And sleeping), and it's safe to say I am now officially a Browncoat. Well, as much as someone can be who's only just watched it. It's so good! I saw Serenity a couple of years ago and had no idea it was attached to a TV show, but Firefly kept popping up around the web so I finally decided to watch it.

Why-oh-why didn't they make more? I do know the reason, but STILL. It was like this with Defying Gravity - that was an amazing show, but hardly anyone was watching it, so AXED. Heroes too, though that ran for quite a while, and admittedly it was getting very tangled and confusing towards the end.

I absolutely love all the characters, but my favourite has to be Kaylee. She's so lovely. Wash is great too. Heck, they're all great.

Anyhoo, that's my undying love declared. See y'all.

Anyone Know What The Bromine-Bleached Structural Formula Of Methyl Orange Indicator Is?

Goddamn, I hate coursework. I hate it with a passion. A passion, I tells ye!

'What are the kinetics of the reaction between bromate(V), bromide and hydrogen ions?'

How the bloody hell should I know?!

Actually, I probably should know, as I've done 100 experiments pertaining to that very question.

Now I'm trying to write up my findings so they look intelligent and meaningful, and I can say 'Well, y'see, the reaction is first order with respect to bromate(V) and bromide, but second order with respect to hydrogen, and blah blah enthalpy blah', or some such.

*headdesk*

Dream (Thursday, 8th April 2010)

Part One
I was in the pool at Tangalooma and these Japanese ladies kept coming past and asking where their dog was I can't remember his name), and we kept saying, 'He's on the jetty with [someone] and [someone].' Then John S (junior) threw some cheesy Doritos at me (in the pool) and Mum tried to give him a bowl of crisps but she dunked them in the water before she did. Then Kirra could talk in a really deep man's voice, and people kept dropping her in the pool so I had to lift her up my feet and take her out. Then I went to a hut next to the pool where a guy with a kind of weird-looking moustache-beard thing was typing on a typewriter. Then a muscly bald guy came in with a bulldog and started shouting at him, and the bulldog was trying to attack him, so he hid behind some bunkbeds/scaffolding/desks while I distracted the other guy and let him out.

Part Two
I was with two people (who changed throughout the dream), and we were tied together with some kind of string that seemed to be a cross between fishing wire and rolled-up clingfilm. We were either running away from or running to something (I think it was a bit of both). We got around in the air by going along not-really-there ziplines positioned above roads and it seemed like we just went where the wind took us. It turned out we were running away from Team Rocket, but they (Jessie, at least) were a lot less silly and a lot more nasty than usual. We got to an inn somewhere and I was in a room with one of my travelling companions while Jessie was right outside the door, wearing a giant dark red Victorian dress. I closed a little window on the door so she couldn't see us and put my hands over it, but I couldn't tell if she was looking through it or not; I could just hear her breathing. Then we went to a roon with lots of perople and we had to send a messafe, so we got a shell and filled it up with all the right kinds of rocks, drew a face on it (we had to stick on a paper nose, which I coloured in quite badly at first, but then it turned out okay), put in the message which consisted of small pieces of paper with arrows on them, then sent it and ran away.

My Odd Mind

I have strange dreams. I mean, everyone has strange dreams, but mine are really strange. They're wonderfully vivid, often have very involved plots, and I can often remember them for months after I've had them. I keep a dream diary, not so I can interpret them or anything (because doing so would probably yield some worrying results), but so I can keep from forgetting them. There have been a few that I've wanted to live in.

So, every so often, I'll post a dream I've had recently. Or not so recently, for a while. I'll put up the ones from my notebook first.

TIRED

I have had 14 hours of sleep in the last 64. I am tired. I am very tired. I am so tired I can't even go to sleep.

On Friday night I went to a sleepover at my friend's house with a bunch of other friends. We had cake and chocolate and a very nice time. After sitting in her living room for hours talking about random stuff we finally decided to go to bed, and I got to sleep at about 2am.

I had to wake up and get up at 7am for work. I was knackered, and having to run back to the house to retrieve my phone then lurching wheezily to the bus because I was terrified I was going to miss it and then having to wait another 10 minutes anyway didn't help.

So, work for 4 hours (not too bad, you might think. 4 hours is a looooonng time when all you can think about it going home and having a nap) and then home for lunch. 'A NAP!' I thought naively. Oh no. I had to ring up the stupid holiday company to ask if we could add the flaky friend to the booking (she has since ONCE AGAIN said she can't go. AGAIN).

And THEN I had to start packing for a scout camp and night hike. I couldn't find anything I needed so that took a while and some running up and down the ladder into the loft. After walking with all my stuff (including an extra sleeping bag for the same birthday girl) to the Scout Hall, I was informed we were going to be dropped off in Foxdale from where we would make our way back to Ballasalla.

It's only about 6 miles, but we were walking over South Barrule (if not a mountain, then a very big hill) in the dark, it was very windy and extremely cold, and it was so foggy we could hardly see the ground we were trying to walk on even with our headtorches. The leader made us try and find a bearing with maps and compasses, and we followed it for a while, but then gave up and just headed in the general direction we though the cairn on the top was.

Eventually, we stumbled across the path that led down the other side of South Barrule and followed it down to the road. Just before the gate, I fell down a gully into a puddle (luckily not hurting myself). After pausing for a bit on the road to eat carrot sticks, we carried on into the night.

After road-walking for a while we got to a very muddy path that would lead us back to civilisation. Quite a few times we had to gingerly grab onto barbed wire to help us down treacherous slopes, but we made it with no injuries. We walked back through Silverdale, then finally arrived at the Scout Hut, aching, muddy, and very, very cold.

We had a few lukewarm pizzas (this was now midnight), then the leader suggested we play a game of cards, and looked to everyone for ideas. No-one said anything, so I (who knows why?) suggested a game which, when played, went down like a... not very welcome thing. It got progressively more awkward when there were just two people left playing and it was clear that they both wanted to stop but it just kept going and going and everyone was bored watching it. I went to bed when they finished.

I should be used to it by now, but sleeping on the floor in just pyjamas and a sleeping bag is very uncomfortable. I got to sleep about 1am, but amazingly managed to stay that way until 7 hours later. Dressed, breakfast, awkward silences with people I don't know, then a scavenger hunt. Woo. I eventually went home at 11:45am.

I went online for a little bit, then had a BLESSED NAP which only lasted for 2 hours but was nonetheless a gift from the gods. Flobbed around the house for the rest of the day, and am now here.

My eyelids are actually drooping quite a bit after writing that, so I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Shh!

I'm updating at school. I don't know why - there's not much to update about. It's mostly just the thrill (well, hardly a thrill, but you know what I mean) of doing something I'm not supposed to. The school internet blocks pretty much everything, so it's quite a feat that I can post on here.

Anyhoo, I finished my chemistry practical work yesterday! Hurrah! Today I've been doing so much typing and drawing graphs and looking up the structure of the bleached-by-bromine form of methyl orange indicator (I can't find it anywhere. ANYWHERE.).

Hmm. I can't remember how to put pictures on so I'll try and do that:

Yay blobfish!

Right... I'm home now, so this post is a bit redundant. I'll post it anyway.

LOUD NOISES

There aren't really any loud noises around, but I wish there were. And that it was me making them. Noises like GRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm kind of annoyed. Well, very annoyed. You know that holiday that I mentioned in my last post? Well, it took ages and a lot of pain (alot of pain? I wonder what that would look like...). Mental pain. We went from 10 people going, to 9 people, to 8, to 7, 6, 5, 6, 5, 4, 5, 4, 3, 4, 5, 6, 5, 6, 5, and we stayed on 5 just long enough to actually book the bloody thing after the last person had confirmed that she was 'deffo not going on holiday now'. It's booked. The flights to Manchester are booked. The hotel is booked. It's all paid for. FOR 5 PEOPLE. Today, she turns around and says, 'Oh! Well, my mum says I can go on holiday now. Isn't this great?' NO IT'S FUCKING NOT!!! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT WAS TO PIN PEOPLE DOWN ENOUGH IN THE FIRST PLACE TO GET THE FUCKING THING TOGETHER??? YOU TOLD US ABOUT FIVE TIMES THAT YOU COULDN'T GO, YOU FUCKING CONFIRMED IT. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE GOING TO CHANGE THE ENTIRE THING SO YOU CAN GO??? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE WANT TO?? Granted, you're our friend and we'd love to go on holiday with you, but WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT SAY YOU WANTED TO GO WHEN YOU HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE AND BEFORE WE BOOKED THE FUCKING HOLIDAY????????

*breathe*

I'm sorry. I don't usually rant and swear in caps. It's just a little irritating.

An Update

Yeah, I'm not so good at the blog posting, am I? I'm not much good at keeping anything up, really.

Sooo... I suppose I should update my... *checks* ONE follower on how I'm doing, but I've just spoken to them on Twitter so that's a bit redundant. Maybe someone will happen across this and be so impressed that they tell all their friends. Unlikely, but you never know.

Anyhoo, I've done quite a lot since we last spoke, Blog. Well. It has been nearly a year. I've finished my AS levels, I'm into my A2s, I've applied for university (Southampton, East Anglia, Liverpool, Bangor and Plymouth for Oceanography/Ocean Science), I've started my Chemistry coursework, I've organised the Year 13 Christmas Panto, I've achieved my Grade 5 Jazz Piano with Merit, I've booked a holiday with some friends, I've bought a lovely but expensive dress, I've joined a forum, I've done some exercise, I've had a lot of weird dreams, I've lost  a phone and gained a new shiny one, I've eaten, I've breathed, I've slept, I've done a lot of things which aren't very exciting.

Anyhoo, that's me done. I'll probably be back soon to rant about Chemistry and French (not Maths so much, I can do Maths).

Toodlepip.