I am going to be honest, I am writing this blog to procrastinate. I am meant to be doing some maths revision but to be honest I can think of a more exiting way to spend my Friday afternoon. Later on I am going to see Jekyll and Hyde the pantomime at my local theatre. I always thought Jekyll and Hyde was quite a serious play so how they have turned it into a pantomime I don't know. Anyway, we have to go in Halloween fancy dress. Oh dear. I had absolutely nothing to wear until I found some pink tights with spiders on them that I forgot to wear last year in my wardrobe. Problem solved. So I am wearing a black dress, some tights that are now too small and a hat that has been in my wardrobe for so long it is all bent. I am sure I will win best dressed.
My friend Aimee is going to an actual party tonight so yesterday I kindly offered to help her make a costume. It was rather a success. We took one of her dad's old shirts and covered it in blood. Not real blood obviously, we used a mixture of crayon, red paint, red nail polish and glitter to create the full effect. We then cut around the edges to make it look like it had been ripped and then I signed it. Because it was my idea. I would put a picture on but you don't get the full effect unless someone is wearing it and because I listen in I.T I know you shouldn't put pictures of yourself on the Internet. I don't really know why... I stopped listening after 5 minutes.
By the way, if you read my last blog I need to tell you something... my pumpkin has died. It went all mouldy and stuff started to grow on it. It's now in it's final resting place- the bin.
I know this blog isn't very interesting, but hey, it's better than maths!
Friday 28 October 2011
Monday 24 October 2011
How to carve a pumpkin
On Friday I carved my very first pumpkin, on my own. Obviously, I have done them before but my mum insists on supervising ever since the incident with my brother and the knife. I better explain or you will think I just go around stabbing people. Basically, I was drying the dishes and my little brother was annoying me, I started shouting at him and as it happens I was just about to put away a knife. So I was shouting at my brother whilst holding a knife. Personally I don't see what all the fuss is about, there was no need for all that screaming.
Anyway, so since that day I have never been trusted alone with knives but on Friday at rangers (when you get to old for girl guides) we carved pumpkins so I thought I was finally going to get one. I was wrong. They made us carve pumpkins with spoons! Why on Earth they couldn't just have given us knives is beyond me.
So, on Friday night, spoon at the ready I set about carving my pumpkin. It's not as easy as it looks. When I first drew my 'design' (a smiley face) onto the pumpkin with a pen I thought it was going to be easy so I did a lot of detail on the eyes (eyelashes) and a lot of detail on the mouth (teeth). I was proud of my design and couldn't wait to start carving.
Within the first few minutes of carving my hand had slipped so my pumpkin man had a lovely scar in between his eyes. So, not to be put off I changed it so he looked like he was wearing a pair of glasses. Be it a very large pair of glasses. Unfortunately, his eyes didn't turn out the shape I was intending, or the size, and they were completely different to each other. I thought it made him look quirky- my friends disagreed.
The mouth went quite well considering my newly found lack of talent for pumpkin carving. I just did it in one massive block, so it's a very large, square mouth. But I was pleased with it. I had now finished my pumpkin and when everyone lined there's up I can safely say mine stood out. All be it for the wrong reasons.
When I got home I asked my mum if she was proud of me. She replied, I will always be proud Sarah, you tried your best. I'm not sure she was keen on my pumpkin.
All hail Sarah's pumpkin, with it's large glasses and square (ish) mouth.
Anyway, so since that day I have never been trusted alone with knives but on Friday at rangers (when you get to old for girl guides) we carved pumpkins so I thought I was finally going to get one. I was wrong. They made us carve pumpkins with spoons! Why on Earth they couldn't just have given us knives is beyond me.
So, on Friday night, spoon at the ready I set about carving my pumpkin. It's not as easy as it looks. When I first drew my 'design' (a smiley face) onto the pumpkin with a pen I thought it was going to be easy so I did a lot of detail on the eyes (eyelashes) and a lot of detail on the mouth (teeth). I was proud of my design and couldn't wait to start carving.
Within the first few minutes of carving my hand had slipped so my pumpkin man had a lovely scar in between his eyes. So, not to be put off I changed it so he looked like he was wearing a pair of glasses. Be it a very large pair of glasses. Unfortunately, his eyes didn't turn out the shape I was intending, or the size, and they were completely different to each other. I thought it made him look quirky- my friends disagreed.
The mouth went quite well considering my newly found lack of talent for pumpkin carving. I just did it in one massive block, so it's a very large, square mouth. But I was pleased with it. I had now finished my pumpkin and when everyone lined there's up I can safely say mine stood out. All be it for the wrong reasons.
When I got home I asked my mum if she was proud of me. She replied, I will always be proud Sarah, you tried your best. I'm not sure she was keen on my pumpkin.
Monday 17 October 2011
Blog block!
Hello everyone! Having a bit of trouble with the old blogging lately, I can't think of anything at all interesting to write about...
Today I went to Towyn, Wales. We went to look at the rocks. Did we look at the rocks? No we did not. We walked up and down the beach, got freezing cold and soaking wet, had some vial chips and then sat in a traffic cham for an hour on the way back. I hate school trips, you never have enough time, it always rains and it's always boring. I'm off to the zoo tomorow, two trips next to eachother, my school's so un-organised. Anyway, we have to wear our uniform to the zoo, honestly, what is the world coming to? Can't the teachers see that we are all going to come back smelling of animal dung and covered in mud? No, they can't, because they're alright in their waterproof trousers and wellies (gumboots) aren't they? Stupid teachers. If it were up to me there would be no teachers at all or the students would choose the teachers, maybe then we would get some human ones.
So that's the end of my pointless ramble because I couldn't think of anything to write about blog. If it's possible I hope you found it a tiny bit interesting?
Not even a tiny bit?
No? Fair enough
Today I went to Towyn, Wales. We went to look at the rocks. Did we look at the rocks? No we did not. We walked up and down the beach, got freezing cold and soaking wet, had some vial chips and then sat in a traffic cham for an hour on the way back. I hate school trips, you never have enough time, it always rains and it's always boring. I'm off to the zoo tomorow, two trips next to eachother, my school's so un-organised. Anyway, we have to wear our uniform to the zoo, honestly, what is the world coming to? Can't the teachers see that we are all going to come back smelling of animal dung and covered in mud? No, they can't, because they're alright in their waterproof trousers and wellies (gumboots) aren't they? Stupid teachers. If it were up to me there would be no teachers at all or the students would choose the teachers, maybe then we would get some human ones.
So that's the end of my pointless ramble because I couldn't think of anything to write about blog. If it's possible I hope you found it a tiny bit interesting?
Not even a tiny bit?
No? Fair enough
Monday 10 October 2011
Unicycles and me
I love unicycles, in my opinion they are the best form of transport. Rushing through the open countryside, the wind blowing your hair as you glide along on your unicycle. Or not as the case may be. Try wobbeling around on the seat holding on the park railing for dear life.
I love unicycles, don't get me wrong but I do find them... rather challenging shall we say. My first encountor with a unicycle came last Sunday. My friend Ellie was practically wizzing round on her's so I though, how hard can it be? Within five minutes I was all helmeted up and ready for action. The first challenge came when I had to try and get on the thing. Turns out there is quite a knack to it, although by the end of the day I was rather good at getting on, having fallen off so much, every cloud eh? Anyway, after several (hundred) attempts I finally sat on the unicycle, I was grabbing onto the park railings to keep myslef upright but I was definatly sitting on it.
Next it came to riding the thing, having watched Ellie for a few times I was confident I would be ok. I pushed the left pedal forwards, anticipating my first taste of riding a unicycle untill... thud. The unicycle went from undearneath me and I was stood, still holiding onto the railings, unicycleless. How embarrasing. However, I lost my dignity completly that day, considering how many times I fell off.
About half an hour later I could finally rotate the pedals once. What an achiment. Ellie by this time was wizzing around the park with no trouble at all. The rest of the people in the park gazed in awe at Ellie and laughed openly at me. Once I could do one roation I had a bit of a learning spurt and I was doing quite well, if I don't say so myself. Of course, my hands were sore from grabbing onto the railing so much. What? Did you think I was making all this progress un-aided? Of course not, the railings were there the whole time, I couldn't even sit on it without them. At one point I did manage to do a hundreth of a metre with one hand on Ellie's shoulder but I think it did her shoulder more harm than good...
Nearing the end of my unicycle experience I decided that I asked Ellie if she thought I could do it without the helmet she replied "No Sarah, I don't think that would be a good idea". So then we went home, Ellie unicycled the whole way, I was deemed to slow and unsafe for the roads. Charming.
I think the unicycles of the world are now glad I have finished... until next time unicycles, goodbye.
On a side note I must add, one improvment I would make to the unicycle, add another wheel. Several other wheels.
I love unicycles, don't get me wrong but I do find them... rather challenging shall we say. My first encountor with a unicycle came last Sunday. My friend Ellie was practically wizzing round on her's so I though, how hard can it be? Within five minutes I was all helmeted up and ready for action. The first challenge came when I had to try and get on the thing. Turns out there is quite a knack to it, although by the end of the day I was rather good at getting on, having fallen off so much, every cloud eh? Anyway, after several (hundred) attempts I finally sat on the unicycle, I was grabbing onto the park railings to keep myslef upright but I was definatly sitting on it.
Next it came to riding the thing, having watched Ellie for a few times I was confident I would be ok. I pushed the left pedal forwards, anticipating my first taste of riding a unicycle untill... thud. The unicycle went from undearneath me and I was stood, still holiding onto the railings, unicycleless. How embarrasing. However, I lost my dignity completly that day, considering how many times I fell off.
About half an hour later I could finally rotate the pedals once. What an achiment. Ellie by this time was wizzing around the park with no trouble at all. The rest of the people in the park gazed in awe at Ellie and laughed openly at me. Once I could do one roation I had a bit of a learning spurt and I was doing quite well, if I don't say so myself. Of course, my hands were sore from grabbing onto the railing so much. What? Did you think I was making all this progress un-aided? Of course not, the railings were there the whole time, I couldn't even sit on it without them. At one point I did manage to do a hundreth of a metre with one hand on Ellie's shoulder but I think it did her shoulder more harm than good...
Nearing the end of my unicycle experience I decided that I asked Ellie if she thought I could do it without the helmet she replied "No Sarah, I don't think that would be a good idea". So then we went home, Ellie unicycled the whole way, I was deemed to slow and unsafe for the roads. Charming.
I think the unicycles of the world are now glad I have finished... until next time unicycles, goodbye.
On a side note I must add, one improvment I would make to the unicycle, add another wheel. Several other wheels.
Tuesday 4 October 2011
Being Ill is like... Well... Being ill I suppose
*cough, sneeze, cough, cough, sneeze*
No, that's not some new form of rap (but it wouldn't suprise me) that is in fact what I have been doing all day. What have I done to deserve this? Why, why why? Maybe it's because I didn't make my bed last week? Maybe it's because I wrote a blog about wardrobe doors and now their out to get me? Maybe it's because the whole world hates me and have sent be this terrible punishment? Who knows....
I hate being ill. Firstly, it's so inconvient, I have a science test on friday and I could do with revise thankyou mr immune system. I also can't get out of bed, how am I ment to steal buscuits if I can't get to the kitchen?
Secondly, everyone is makes fun of me. My dad had now nick named me 'snotty' and my brother finds it funny to hide my tissues, although he soon realsied that was a mistake... If you know what I mean.
Thirdly, all food tastes the same. It's horrible. Yesterday mum made a lovely pie for tea but it tastes the same as my ceral, which tasted the same as my sandwich. Dad tried to explain to me why but I lost interest after 'antibodies'.
Finaly, no, I'm going to stop now, I need to blow my nose.
P.s sorry if this blog was a bit too much information.
Actualy, i'm not sorry, deal with it.
Woah! being ill does put you in a bad mood!
No, that's not some new form of rap (but it wouldn't suprise me) that is in fact what I have been doing all day. What have I done to deserve this? Why, why why? Maybe it's because I didn't make my bed last week? Maybe it's because I wrote a blog about wardrobe doors and now their out to get me? Maybe it's because the whole world hates me and have sent be this terrible punishment? Who knows....
I hate being ill. Firstly, it's so inconvient, I have a science test on friday and I could do with revise thankyou mr immune system. I also can't get out of bed, how am I ment to steal buscuits if I can't get to the kitchen?
Secondly, everyone is makes fun of me. My dad had now nick named me 'snotty' and my brother finds it funny to hide my tissues, although he soon realsied that was a mistake... If you know what I mean.
Thirdly, all food tastes the same. It's horrible. Yesterday mum made a lovely pie for tea but it tastes the same as my ceral, which tasted the same as my sandwich. Dad tried to explain to me why but I lost interest after 'antibodies'.
Finaly, no, I'm going to stop now, I need to blow my nose.
P.s sorry if this blog was a bit too much information.
Actualy, i'm not sorry, deal with it.
Woah! being ill does put you in a bad mood!
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