I'm trying to think of a way of shortening that into some sort of acronymical (hm? Does that word exist? o-O) form, such as... Wuckswubbed. xD That's what the initials seem to be saying to me right now, so don't ask.
Here, have the banner while you're here! 3nodding
I made that all by myself! xD I'm not entirely sure what those letters are supposed to be spelling? o-O 'Godeapsz'?
Anyhow, all credit goes to Lurpies (love_random_pms) for creating the whole thing. He'd like it if the thread stayed alive, so any attempt at resuscitation if it looks a bit pale would go appreciated.
Ok, now that's out of the way, to briefly describe my spiffy day yesterday. Went to Liverpool with my Parents and Grandma to see my Auntie Kay (Great Aunt, really; she's actually my Dad's Aunt), which is always ace. She's probably one of my favourite relatives, one of those people who are just generally ace to be around. Liverpool obviously calls for a trip to the Albert Dock, so we started out there. One of the last times I went there was on a school trip to Crosby Hall (A.K.A. The Let's-pile-all-the-fun-and-slightly-more-academic-people-in-the-year-into-a-residential-centre-and-make-them-do-fun-things trip), so it was fun to see it again. We went to the Tate art gallery, somewhere not reknowned for sensibleness, to be honest. whee It's full of crazy modern art and the like. Auntie Kay and Grandma both got told off several times for touching sculptures. xd There was actually quite a good exhibition on of the modernist dude called something Coulfield, so I'm going to have a look at him for my new art project, I think.
My Uncle Lou turned up at some point, as well. I'm not entirely sure what he is exactly in relation to me, but he's my Dad's cousin, at least.
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Lou: Tell them about the time that whale washed up at Hightown, Mary.
Gran: Oh, the whale, yes. The one they had to blow up?
Lou: What, really? On the beach?
Gran: *Sounding confused* On the beach?
Lou: Yes, the whale.
Gran: On the beach??
Lou: ...What do you mean, 'On the beach?', where do you think it would be? No - in the Post Office!
P_DA: *Starts laughing*
Lou: You know, just queuing up for its pension... "I'm sorry, mate; you're too far in-land here, we're going to have to blow you up!"
P_DA: *Fit*
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Much more fun was had. And they all lived happily ever after.
I went to school to pick up my GCSE science results today. I've had one exam, which counts for 25% of the total mark (Science worth 2 GCSEs), and there's two more exams and three sets of coursework that make up the other 75%. It was fun trying to find my way in, as they've made a new reception area that's not open yet, but there was some kind of teacher training day on, so half of them were in. I found my chemistry teacher (who wasn't sure who I was exactly at first, thanks to new hairstyle sweatdrop ), and then proceeded to be happy when she told me them. I couldn't remember how the exam had gone, so automatically assumed I'd done badly, which I hadn't. So I don't need to worry about that anymore.
I just need to work my socks off with the homework I've still got to do before I go back to school. -_-
