an experiment in capitals

i'm spending the day not using any capital letters at all, and it's doing my head in. euurgh. it might be an endearing character trait, but i don't think i could live in a world where there are no upper case letters standing proud and tall and lovely.
i think i'm developing a twitch.

i'd just like to mention derren brown, who i went to see with my family at buxton opera house last night. i think i love that man (it's an older-man kind of thing i have going on at the moment. other current crushes include john barrowman, stephen fry and gok wan) because he's just so suave and intelligent and amazing. is that wrong? a stunning show, anyway, and even the cynic that is my father didn't make too many disparaging comments.

that show just made me so happy =]

so now we're watching the god channel. simply for the entertainment value. i have no problem with people of faith, but the people talking about it on sky really aren't doing much of a job at representing the religious community as a whole.

peace out x

Incidentally

Does anyone know what those things are called that you put on your keys and use in your trolley/locker and are bent on the destruction of all pound coins by rendering them redundant?

I really really wants, and don'ts know where from.

Danke.

'Aych an' 'emm

For those of you who are bothered about this sort of thing, H&M give you a 25% off voucher if you sign up to their newsletter on t'internet.

I didn't know this! Why didn't I know this?!

Just one warning for those of you with blue hair: you are slightly more conspicuous so if you're going to print off several vouchers and use them several different times on the same day you might be best finding someone else who can go to the counter for you. If not the whole incident may end in an encounter of the being-escorted-from-the-premises type.

Weak... so.... very weak...

I've just returned from my mandatory two hours of swimming for the week.

Why did nobody tell me before I started that all this exercise malarky is unbelievably hard work? I honestly can't feel my arms, and my legs keep collapsing from under me.

*drama, drama*

I really could use some sugar right now. Though I've sworn off sugary, fatty, starchy nasty foods for a while so that isn't possible.

I might go and plough my way through a packet of crackers.

Ah, crackers. What a passion I have for them. I never realised before how much I love the taste of a cracker, the crumbly splendor of a cracker, the delightfully absorbent squishyness of a cracker. I love these crackers so much that even if they cheated on me with the spreadable from next door I'd take them back in a heartbeat.
Good lord, I need crackers!

Remarkably Unremarkable

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is the news.

I have 'remarkably unremarkable' urine.

I know, I was amaZed too! I came home from the doctor's with quite a bounce in my step, I tell you.

As I'm here, it seems the Z button on my keyboard's stopped working so I'll be using this rather funky Z that I found after misspelling New Zealand on google a little while ago. Cool, huh?

Giant snap and other wonders.

So, maybe the whole blog thing didn't get off to such a good start.

But sitting here it occurs to me that blogging is one of the most effective ways to avoid doing anything with any real purpose. I can also simultaneously look very purposeful whilst I'm typing - just in case someone comes over and asks what it is exactly I'm doing (I'm in an IT room busy Not Understanding Maths. At All.)

The highlight of the week so far: Giant Snap.
The rules are this;
1. In order to play Giant Snap you must gather as many people as humanly possible to play. The minimum we decided on was 10.
2. Sit these people down in a circle and grab at least two packs of cards. Shuffley them together.
3. Deal your cards (no looking, bending or chewing, please.)
4. Go around the circle in a clockwise direction, starting with the person to the left of the dealer, each person placing one card face up on a pile in the middle.
5. When you see two matching numbers come up next to each other, throw as much of your anatomy as you can on top of the pile, screaming 'SNAP!!!' and injuring as many other players as you can in the proces..
6. No biting, scratching, licking, chewing, rings, watches, long nails (bit of a problem, this), kicking, pointed weapons, blunt weapons, coughing, sneezing, willy waving, wedgies or verbal abuse.

There were eleven of us sitting in a large circle on the common room floor during a free period, freaking out the rest of the occupants of the room by our frequent screams of 'SNAP!!!HAHAHAAA!OWMYHAND'

We limped to chemistry and most of us had trouble writing properly.

In an attempt to make myself seem more attractive to universities of the future (and thinking uncharacteristically far ahead) I've joined a course at the university in town. It's called 'The Brain' and looks at a mix of biology and psychology, and I love it! Last week I got to fiddle around with a human brain (not as pink or as squidgy as you'd think) and we've looked at our perception of things and whether we have control over it.

I didn't understand most of what the (really rather too intelligent) German lecturer was saying because of the long words he was using to say it with, but my basic understanding was this; perception is largely based on context.



I have no idea whether this picture will be seeable or not, but it's worth a try.

Now, this isn't the greatest example but it's the best I could find and it'll serve the purpose. Take a couple of seconds to see what you can see. Make a note of it if you wish, there may be a test later. I saw an Eskimo (politically correct? I don't know. Eskimo'll do for now) . The reson for this, according to my German friend, is that I was concentrating to the right of the picture, where the darkness is. Because of this I naturally saw the Eskimo because it is what your brain would expect to see, it makes sense. Eskimos look into caves all the time, right? And if you did concentrate on the darkness -like I did- then it wouldn't be very likely for your brain to construct the second image (the face of the Indian) because why would there be a face in the middle of darkness? So if you were concentrating on the lighter side you would see an Indian face looking into the light rather than an Eskimo with his back to the light. That simply wouldn't make as much sense.

Making sense? I thought so. There was another thing like it where there was a picture that could be seen as either a duck or a rabbit, it depends on how you saw it. But one half of our group saw this picture next to a chick, so you'd make the link between a duck and a chick and the majority of the group saw a duck. The second freaky duck/chick hybrid was shown next to a more hare-like creature so the second half of the group saw a larger amount of rabbits, simply because your brain goes 'There's a hare there. Ah, so that must be a rabbit, I've made the linky.'

Simple.







Oh, and if there's anyone out there on the beautiful world wide watsit who can explain the intricacies of binomial distribution to me it'd be much appreciated, since my maths teacher's currently engrossed in eBay and is really quite ineffectual.

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Nmn.

So, yes, blog.

Blog blog blog. Blogblogblogblog.




You know, making this account I was full of interesting and unusual things with which to entertain a quite possibly imaginary audience, but right now they seem to have trickled from my ever-decreasing brain capacity.

So, this is Emily; sixteen, lacking in height and (for the moment at least) blue-haired. A bassist, narcissist and student, tending towards the ever so slightly neurotic. An organiser, too often melodramatic but reliable.

An outline of today - Christmas is here and definitely present at college. Wacky hats and badly wrapped presents galore. We had an extended lunch and spent the couple of hours playing cards; I lost horribly at poker then left Daniel to mind my chips (not a good decision in retrospect) and joined a speed solitaire tournament in the corner. I pride myself on being the pioneer of the game that's swept through the sixth form, despite losing horribly at it the last few times I've played.

Charlotte gave me a Christmas card today, with 'Happy Christmas' written all along the seams of the envelope. I didn't want to open it because it felt as though I'd be destroying the effort she put into it, but when I told her that she laughed and said it was fine, seeming flattered.

Speaking of which, it's my sixth month anniversary tomorrow, and he has something planned. All I know is to leave for his at eight tomorrow morning.
I seem to be in a Cryptic Relationship - we're in a constant state of me having no idea what's about to happen or, indeed is happening at the moment and usually where we are or what my name is. Or his name, for that matter.

I have a shedload of bass tabs that need attention... recently my poor bass has gone with very little love as my piles of revision and stress and Bad Bad things have built [mum just wandered by and asked me to do the sniff the armpits test to see if one of my tops is dirty enough to wash] up and, in short, given me little free time to practice my one favourite thing. And to learn the piano! I have an electric keyboard and commandeered a beginner's piano book from Josie. Hopefully this won't be the case in a couple of weeks when my Christmas holidays have really kicked in and I've spent a good long time ignoring vital revision.


There's a likelihood that my under-motivatednessness will lead to this blog being neglected. Either that or my anal retentiveness will lead me to post obsessively, but only time will tell. I have a day to plan for, hot chocolate with squirty cream ('it gives you cancer, you know!') and basslines to learn, so I shall bid the fictional readers of blogland farewell.

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