Dude @ MindSay

My name is Adam.

I currently be 15, living in the Kingdom of the United. Well, UK. :)

I shalt be 16 in a few months, and then I shalt be going to college a few months after that. Hopefully I will be going into the college of my choice, as my interview is far later than it should be.

I've always wanted to blog. I actually have had one, two in fact, although that other was... for other purposes. :) My interest was very minor that I only blogged once a month. I forget what I called it.

But now this is my third attempt. I've tried to do so in the past, but I've never had an ideal medium to do so. Wordpress, blogspot, etc - they're all so complicated! At least with Mindsay I know what I'm doing.

I'm not advertising, lol, I just happened to make it sound like that.

I'll probably have several accounts on different websites with the same entries, since different people prefer different ones. I dunno, I'm not popular enough? :)

Anyways, let's start with today.

I hadn't done my French coursework for yesterday, because I simply forgot about it. So I gave it in today, copying from my exercise book and writing it onto a nice A4 lined sheet of paper with 4 holes in it. I'm only saying it like that, because I had a mini argument with my Form Tutor (who is my French teacher, go figure) about the piece of paper I required to do the coursework. He's done it before in the past, and torn off a tiny piece off of something scrap and said "here". Damn him. ¬_¬

First lesson was PE. It's a fabulous lesson, because I don't do it, quite frankly. Instead, I was guarding the teacher's laptop, whilst I read out names from the register so he could type them in. I had a quick feel of espionage, though, as some governor type people walked past and looked through the rooms. He's meant to be teaching PE of some sort, but all he does is sit there and let everyone play. He's a funny guy though sometimes, so I wasn't bothered. Usually it's this other lad, whose name I shall not mention, lulz. He's a real ass kisser, always sucking up to the popular people and the teachers.

Then History. I gave in my homework, that took me like 3 hours to do because I spent 2 hours procrastinating doing other stuff. :) I found out that my teacher used to be a Evangelical Fundamentalist Christian person thing. She's not anymore now though apparently because of "personal experiences". I wanted to question her further but I don't like speaking with teachers directly. I think it's the eye contact that puts me off.

ICT, yays. I didn't do my homework that was 3 weeks late, but he didn't care really. He just said that, and another piece had to be done by next week. I don't mind. It's all pretty easy anyway. We do a 174 question quiz thing every week and we compare our scores with the rest of the class. I got 75%, whilst a friend got 79% and some other people. It's the time limit that puts me off. You have 20 seconds to answer each one.

Lunchtime. Well, usually I go for maths staybacks because I need to sort my sums out. :) I can't go on wednesdays though because of a weekly meeting a group of my fellow peers have, as they are going to Sri-Lanka in August. Today we did simultaneous equations. They were pretty easy. I have a habit to make silly mistakes though, like 9x4 = 45 ...

Science was wonderful. I love science. :) We rotate between teachers based on what topic we're studying. I've got my favourite teacher for the week, whilst we do Biology. We're doing plant stuffs and mitosis and whatnot. I love Biology. That's why I'm taking it at A-level.

Then we had English, which depresses me, even though I like writing, kinda. We're doing exam practice, but it's annoying when your teacher is constantly talking to the pupils, whilst telling them there is no talking. It only hypes them up, dear, you're just making it difficult for yourself. I felt sorry for her though, cuz she's having back problems. Get well soon Miss Holian!

I came home to find I had recieved a letter from the Business Administration apprenticeship I put my name down for a while back. I don't want to go the interview though. I don't want to do that anymore... I want to go to Middlesbrough College to do A-levels! The interview is going to be like 2 and a half hours long. What the hell? Dad insists I go though... sigh.

But anyways, right now I've ate a muffin and drank a smoothie. Mixed berry something. It usually makes me tired when I have them both together, but they're too nice to pass. And now I'm here, blogging about my ever-so-interesting life. Naah, I'm an interesting person. :) Or so I like to think.

I just want to preface this by saying that things like this ONLY happen to me. 

So last night, my best friend Erica came up because her job SUCKS and they had her working until 3, and expect her at work tomorrow at 7am and she couldn't go all the way home.  So she had Christmas here with me and my parents, which was nice.  And she's one of my few friends who have been up here, so she knows the town a LITTLE, and she wanted to see the damage the fire caused a  few days ago since I made her GO to places like the Coffee Roasters which is now just a giant hole in the center of town.

So we walk, and as expected, at 6pm on Christmas Eve, every single store is closed.  It was COLD out, but it wasn't windy like in New York, so I was like 'hey, let's check out the side streets for lights/see where  my boss lives' since I knew the # of his house, but not which house was his.  Walk down his block, see his house, all is good.  We could have walked back up the same block, but where's the fun in that?  So we turned passed the Post Office, and we walked up the block.  Great.

So a little ahead of us in the snow, a red light flashes - like a car's tail light.  Doesn't really register.  Especially since there was a car pulling into a driveway across the street.  Keep walking, the light flashes again.  So now, I ask Erica if she saw 'the weird red Christmas light that is somehow flashing in the snow bank' and she says yes, she saw it, too.  Still not too weird, though I can't see where it's coming from.  We continue walking, several houses up from where the light came from.

There it is, again.  A foot in front of us, in the snow.  Someone in a house on the street was following us with a laser pointer (or scope of a sniper rifle, who knows).  I know, many a worse thing has happened; but how friggin' creepy is that?  I mean, odds are, it was a 14 year old who got a laser pointer for Christmas; hell, it was PROBABLY somehow one of the kids who was in my group this summer.  But it really freaked us out. 

Where the hell do we live? 

                                           I don't want your wimpy mouse,

                                           I don't want your lame bunny,

                                          I want my armless white dude,

                                           'cause I think he's pretty funny.

                                                             It's just a joke. ^_^