So I went to Skye. It was lovely. Lovely views, lovely peace and quiet and lovely food.
We went up the Quairaing. It was a relatively easy walk which surprised me - I thought I would be exhausted by the time I got to the top. When we did get to the top it had an amazing view. Howevre, it was rather like a cliff-edge and rather windy, so I didn't get too near the edge.
We went to the south of Skye this time, going to a beach. There was a bit of a walk in, but it was a nice enough day. However, the frisbee we had bought that day was lost to the sea, thanks to Rachel's inability to swim for it! Later, our missile, toy thing broke apart and when we took that to Staffin Bay we ended up losing the main body of it to the sea. Rachel could have got it if it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to keep her legs dry. She had shorter shorts and could have got in further to retrieve this thing, whereas, when I tried, I got so far before realising I was going to get my own shorts totally soaked. And it was still out of my reach.
We went to the Caledonian Hotel's Café for dinner once and I got half a roast chicken with honey and mustard sauce. It was the most delicious thing I have ever tasted! Aside from my mum's lasagne (which we're having tonight for dinner, coincidentally).
My wee sister's birthday has come and gone. That's her fourteen now! It's rather shocking that we're all growing up so fast... I still feel like I'm about eight years old. And I act it, to tell you the truth!
She got a joint laptop for her birthday, meaning it's mine as well. The downside is that we don't have the internet sorted on it yet, so she's just been using it to play The Sims 3.
Bagrock got cancelled. Me, Mum, Dad and Rachel were all going to go, as was Dave, who had won a ticket for it at Lanimers. The Red Hot Chilli Pipers were going to be in Castlebank Park, but they didn't have licence and the cancelled decided they couldn't play there. Shame, really - we were all looking forward to it.
I have tried to apply for a Christmas job at Boots in Hamilton. By tried, I mean it's a stupid online apllication for it. However, I gave in my CV at the shop when I went in to look at it. When I tried to apply online, I got redirected to the general jobs apllications, which said that Boots in Hamilton were not looking for jobs.
I cut some of the grass yesterday; Mum did the rest. It was long and wet, so the lawnmower kept on getting jammed, which irritated me. But the worst thing is that I accidentally killed a beetle. I was wearing my mum's Crocs, you see, and somehow it got on it under my heel. I felt something jagging into my heel so I took my foot out of the Croc and swept something black off my sock. When I looked at the Croc, there were the beetle's back legs. I felt quite sorry for it. And all the other insects and arachnids who had set up home in the long grass, undisturbed...
Fusion says it's going to be recording adverts for the radio shows, so I'm going to be quite busy in the weeks leading up to the Freshers' Week. And that in itself has a bit to organise for the Guild of Fanatical Terry Pratchett Fans. And I have Beaver programmes to sort out.
That seems like quite a lot now I think about it... Oh, dear...
Oh, I also managed to finish the next part of the stories featuring Fire Bear, etc.
Ah, another thing, I went to Hazel's Movie Day, which wasn't as scary as I had been expecting it. Just rather gruesome.
And me and Lisa went to see A Perfect Getaway. It has a clever twist to it which I did not see coming!
And I've started watching something called Being Human. It's about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost living together in the same house. It's amazing. I believe it is better than Twilight. Mainly 'cause the vampire and the werewolf get along quite well.
It has Russell Tovey in it who was in Doctor Who (I knew I'd seen him somewhere before!). He was Midshipman Frame in Voyage of the Damned. Or, "Alons-y Alonso", if you'd prefer...
Lenora Crichlow is in it too. She was in Doctor Who as well, as Cheen in Gridlock.
And Aidan Turner is Mitchell and he's Irish! The most awesome accent in the world. Well, maybe...
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Monday, 27 July 2009
Back from holiday!
It was great fun.
I got to use my camcorder. I have a cracking bit in the video where my wee cousin dances like Michael Jackson. Hilarious.
It was my wee cousins birthday on the Tuesday. He was three. He's very cute and rather excited by his presents, particularly the sand table. And the crazy golf.
We went to Port Logan on the Thursday. It was flaming freezing! At a beach in the cold...
That night we went for the delayed meal in celebration of Stewart's three years of living. It was lovely. The only real problem was that my gran decided she wasn't coming. She went into a huff when she tried to give Jacob and Stewart a row and my aunt sighed. She'd already given them a row.
My gran has dementia.
It's not nice.
We went to the pub three nights that week. The first night we were down "Ballieston Billy" kept on buying me drinks, even though I was fed up with it and didn't want any more alcohol. Aunty Hazel ended up drinking it for me. Even she, not in the mood for dark rum that night, ended up pouring hers into my grandpa's glass.
On the Friday night, I tried my first cocktail: Fat Frogs. They were really nice. But I was glad I was not as drunk as Jon (my aunt's fianceé). It was quite funny. Especially when, the next night in the pub, he asked me the same question.
That Saturday, there was music provided by Jim and Meryle, who were local farmers who sang. It was OK, but I didn't know most of the songs. Even more so with the fact that they were slow songs. Dancing couples.
I tried the Crazy Vimtos that night. Not as good as the Fat Frogs.
I think I have drunk more alcohol in that week than in a month of going to uni!
Joanne came down on the Tuesday. She seemed to be in a wee world of her own. And she was slower than me at getting ready. And that is saying something! I've always been the slowest.
Rachel said that when Joanne came in muddy and was told to get changed, she stood on her bed to get her suitcase out - with her muddy shoes on...
Learned something new about members of my family too. Such as how my mum got my gran and grandpa to marry. (My grandpa is not my biological grandpa - he's a step-grandpa. And my Aunty Hazel is a half-aunt, etc.) She popped up behind the couch while they were watching TV one day and asked him if he was going to marry my gran cause everyone else had a daddy in her class. Aww... sweet!
Then I found out that my Uncle Martin became distant from our family cause he didn't like my dad. Very stupid of him.
Also found out that Mairaed was a right little madam. (Right enough, I kinda already knew this.) When Kirsty had her electronic baby home, Mairaed pushed back the head to "break its neck" deliberately cause she knew it would be recorded. And at that time poor Kirsty had no form to fill in to tell the teachers why this had happened.
She sounds really vicious, doesn't she. Right little bossy boots, an' all.
I seem to get bossed about by younger folk a lot... and older folk, for that matter...
I got to use my camcorder. I have a cracking bit in the video where my wee cousin dances like Michael Jackson. Hilarious.
It was my wee cousins birthday on the Tuesday. He was three. He's very cute and rather excited by his presents, particularly the sand table. And the crazy golf.
We went to Port Logan on the Thursday. It was flaming freezing! At a beach in the cold...
That night we went for the delayed meal in celebration of Stewart's three years of living. It was lovely. The only real problem was that my gran decided she wasn't coming. She went into a huff when she tried to give Jacob and Stewart a row and my aunt sighed. She'd already given them a row.
My gran has dementia.
It's not nice.
We went to the pub three nights that week. The first night we were down "Ballieston Billy" kept on buying me drinks, even though I was fed up with it and didn't want any more alcohol. Aunty Hazel ended up drinking it for me. Even she, not in the mood for dark rum that night, ended up pouring hers into my grandpa's glass.
On the Friday night, I tried my first cocktail: Fat Frogs. They were really nice. But I was glad I was not as drunk as Jon (my aunt's fianceé). It was quite funny. Especially when, the next night in the pub, he asked me the same question.
That Saturday, there was music provided by Jim and Meryle, who were local farmers who sang. It was OK, but I didn't know most of the songs. Even more so with the fact that they were slow songs. Dancing couples.
I tried the Crazy Vimtos that night. Not as good as the Fat Frogs.
I think I have drunk more alcohol in that week than in a month of going to uni!
Joanne came down on the Tuesday. She seemed to be in a wee world of her own. And she was slower than me at getting ready. And that is saying something! I've always been the slowest.
Rachel said that when Joanne came in muddy and was told to get changed, she stood on her bed to get her suitcase out - with her muddy shoes on...
Learned something new about members of my family too. Such as how my mum got my gran and grandpa to marry. (My grandpa is not my biological grandpa - he's a step-grandpa. And my Aunty Hazel is a half-aunt, etc.) She popped up behind the couch while they were watching TV one day and asked him if he was going to marry my gran cause everyone else had a daddy in her class. Aww... sweet!
Then I found out that my Uncle Martin became distant from our family cause he didn't like my dad. Very stupid of him.
Also found out that Mairaed was a right little madam. (Right enough, I kinda already knew this.) When Kirsty had her electronic baby home, Mairaed pushed back the head to "break its neck" deliberately cause she knew it would be recorded. And at that time poor Kirsty had no form to fill in to tell the teachers why this had happened.
She sounds really vicious, doesn't she. Right little bossy boots, an' all.
I seem to get bossed about by younger folk a lot... and older folk, for that matter...
Monday, 13 July 2009
It's raining
... and I hate it.
I don't mind it when it rains during the day, right enough. It's just the fact it rains during the night and the water comes through the very, very small hole in the roof and dripping onto my bed. Creating wet patches.
Saturday night, I got woken up by the dripping. So deciding to be clever about this I went to get some kitchen roll. You see, I've already used kitchen roll to save myself from nights on the too small for anyone couch, and it's worked quite well, considering it's not actually stuck on the bit of wood. (There's a hole where dad found the drip and put his hand through it. It was rather damp and the ceiling came away. It was originally found to be above Rachel's top bunk. Which is strange. She's been getting really annoying lately ever since watching a whole load of Red Dwarf, so I've christened her Lister. She even cracks her knuckles. Particularly in the middle of the night. So there was Lister on the top and Rimmer on the bottom. Now we've changed the beds so there's no bunks and I am directly under the damn drip.)
Actually, I blame everyone who talked about Red Dwarf so much from the Writers and who wore damn Ace Rimmer t-shirts for turning Rachel into an annoying... grr!
Anyways, the drip had kind of stopped but then it started up again in a slightly different place.
Smart little me decided to stick the kitchen roll up with cellotape. It worked for a few seconds till it fell down. And it was totally soaked, so I binned that bit and went and got some more, waking up Lister - sorry, Rachel - in the process.
This didn't last long; it got soaked through. So I just got a basin and tried to sleep on my bed with a basin next to me.
Of course the noise managed to keep me awake. *Drip - drip - drip.*
Finally the rain, and thus the dripping, stopped and I could take the basin off my bed and go back to tossing and turning.
As the birds started their early morning sing-song...
I don't mind it when it rains during the day, right enough. It's just the fact it rains during the night and the water comes through the very, very small hole in the roof and dripping onto my bed. Creating wet patches.
Saturday night, I got woken up by the dripping. So deciding to be clever about this I went to get some kitchen roll. You see, I've already used kitchen roll to save myself from nights on the too small for anyone couch, and it's worked quite well, considering it's not actually stuck on the bit of wood. (There's a hole where dad found the drip and put his hand through it. It was rather damp and the ceiling came away. It was originally found to be above Rachel's top bunk. Which is strange. She's been getting really annoying lately ever since watching a whole load of Red Dwarf, so I've christened her Lister. She even cracks her knuckles. Particularly in the middle of the night. So there was Lister on the top and Rimmer on the bottom. Now we've changed the beds so there's no bunks and I am directly under the damn drip.)
Actually, I blame everyone who talked about Red Dwarf so much from the Writers and who wore damn Ace Rimmer t-shirts for turning Rachel into an annoying... grr!
Anyways, the drip had kind of stopped but then it started up again in a slightly different place.
Smart little me decided to stick the kitchen roll up with cellotape. It worked for a few seconds till it fell down. And it was totally soaked, so I binned that bit and went and got some more, waking up Lister - sorry, Rachel - in the process.
This didn't last long; it got soaked through. So I just got a basin and tried to sleep on my bed with a basin next to me.
Of course the noise managed to keep me awake. *Drip - drip - drip.*
Finally the rain, and thus the dripping, stopped and I could take the basin off my bed and go back to tossing and turning.
As the birds started their early morning sing-song...
Monday, 6 July 2009
Things Have Been Happening away from the world of Red Dwarf!
We did the rest of the Clyde Walkway from the Garrion Bridge to Hamilton.
It was rather fun; I got to watch Rachel and dad fighting with each other, while I got left alone! Result! (By fighting, I mean carrying on.)
We had to pass through a field at one point which contained cows, calves - and bulls. Rachel was terrified - she kept on jumping a mile whenever a cow mooed. She wouldn't let us speak either, incase the noise made the cows charge at us! It was quite funny!
We went to lunch at Frankie and Benny's. I had those gigantic meatballs again! I managed to eat it all this time.
Going back a bit, me and my wee sister tried to go see Year One in Glasgow on Thursday, but had to give it a pass cause it was going to take forever till the next showing.
I was also invited twice to go to Burger Thursday, whcih I thought wouldn't be happening since we're on holiday. Although I was still in Glasgow at this point, I couldn't be assed, to cut a long story short. Also, I thought it would be kinda harsh to leave my sister in the middle of Glasgow, saying, "I'm away to the pub, bye!" and leaving her to find her own way to Glasgow Central.
That's about it. The rest of my days has been spent watching Red Dwarf and the extras of Red Dwarf. Now I'm away to watch the rest of "Blue".
It was rather fun; I got to watch Rachel and dad fighting with each other, while I got left alone! Result! (By fighting, I mean carrying on.)
We had to pass through a field at one point which contained cows, calves - and bulls. Rachel was terrified - she kept on jumping a mile whenever a cow mooed. She wouldn't let us speak either, incase the noise made the cows charge at us! It was quite funny!
We went to lunch at Frankie and Benny's. I had those gigantic meatballs again! I managed to eat it all this time.
Going back a bit, me and my wee sister tried to go see Year One in Glasgow on Thursday, but had to give it a pass cause it was going to take forever till the next showing.
I was also invited twice to go to Burger Thursday, whcih I thought wouldn't be happening since we're on holiday. Although I was still in Glasgow at this point, I couldn't be assed, to cut a long story short. Also, I thought it would be kinda harsh to leave my sister in the middle of Glasgow, saying, "I'm away to the pub, bye!" and leaving her to find her own way to Glasgow Central.
That's about it. The rest of my days has been spent watching Red Dwarf and the extras of Red Dwarf. Now I'm away to watch the rest of "Blue".
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
A Red Heron
It wasn't really red, but I thought it would be a good title for a post.
Heron's are black and white.
Anyway, me and my sister went along the Clyde Walkway today, starting from my house. We intended to go all the way to Hamilton, but we gave up at the Garrion Bridge. We managed to catch a bus back; which was lucky!
We managed to frighten a heron as we walked along, what with our rustling of the grass. It took off and flew upriver, out of the way of danger. It was a pretty impressive sight!
At Crossford, we came across a huge spider. My wee sister was stepping over it when she noticed it. She is very scared of them. She gave a skip and a scream and scared the hell out of me. When I looked for the spider, I thought, that looks rather plasticky. So I bravely touched it with my foot. It moved. Rachel nearly jumped out of her skin!
"It's plastic," I said. "It only moved cause I moved it with my foot."
That was the funniest thing ever!
Can't wait till Thursday - more Red Dwarf will be bought!
You should see my Bebo page... I have eventually changed the skin...
Heron's are black and white.
Anyway, me and my sister went along the Clyde Walkway today, starting from my house. We intended to go all the way to Hamilton, but we gave up at the Garrion Bridge. We managed to catch a bus back; which was lucky!
We managed to frighten a heron as we walked along, what with our rustling of the grass. It took off and flew upriver, out of the way of danger. It was a pretty impressive sight!
At Crossford, we came across a huge spider. My wee sister was stepping over it when she noticed it. She is very scared of them. She gave a skip and a scream and scared the hell out of me. When I looked for the spider, I thought, that looks rather plasticky. So I bravely touched it with my foot. It moved. Rachel nearly jumped out of her skin!
"It's plastic," I said. "It only moved cause I moved it with my foot."
That was the funniest thing ever!
Can't wait till Thursday - more Red Dwarf will be bought!
You should see my Bebo page... I have eventually changed the skin...
Friday, 26 June 2009
Party time!
It's not really a party, but I do have a box of alcohol I haven't opened yet. 24 bottles of Blue WKD in a box. I don't quite know why I presauded my parents to buy it from Costco.
I got my results for my exams in. I passed them all, even one I was exempt from. Odd really. The other odd thing was that I got 45% in Physics in the Open Air - and I still passed. I thought you had to get 50% to pass in these uni exams. I was obviously wrong.
My wee sister is at her last day of school just now. She phoned Mum and asked if she could dog a class, cause no-one else was going and she'd be "nigel-ed". I don't know why she's complaining, she's only got one hour and twenty minutes to go.
Then we can have lunch. In the Woodpecker. Mum's started this thing where we go to the Woodpecker for a cheap three course meal at the end of every term. It's a tradition, apparently. Since last year.
Just like it's apparently tradition to go to China Sea at Christmas time. Which I was unaware of till I had missed it, thanks to Hazel's party I went to.
I got my results for my exams in. I passed them all, even one I was exempt from. Odd really. The other odd thing was that I got 45% in Physics in the Open Air - and I still passed. I thought you had to get 50% to pass in these uni exams. I was obviously wrong.
My wee sister is at her last day of school just now. She phoned Mum and asked if she could dog a class, cause no-one else was going and she'd be "nigel-ed". I don't know why she's complaining, she's only got one hour and twenty minutes to go.
Then we can have lunch. In the Woodpecker. Mum's started this thing where we go to the Woodpecker for a cheap three course meal at the end of every term. It's a tradition, apparently. Since last year.
Just like it's apparently tradition to go to China Sea at Christmas time. Which I was unaware of till I had missed it, thanks to Hazel's party I went to.
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Things I have done from my to do list
- I "fixed" my CV.
- I printed off ten copies, but one was used by me in an attempt to usher a buzzing bee out of the room and it got a bit crushed. I wasn't very successful; I would jab at the bee then run away before it had moved. I must have screamed more than I have done in my entire life. My dad eventually had to come and save us.
- I did go on the WiiFit. On Monday and Tuesday. And I walked up and down the brae yesterday. My legs were in agony. I tried to do the push-up and thingy rep; I can't do push-ups, so I was more falling over than exercising. But I still managed to get more points than Rachel...
- I did begin to figure out some kind of programme for the Beavers; not done very much of it, though.
- I went "job-hunting". Kind of. Lisa had told me about a job going in Peacocks. It's for four hours in the weekend. I only went there for a job, cause I had a list of things to buy for my mum, and I thought I'd better do that and get the stuff down the road.
- I haven't actually started panicking about re-sitting an exam yet, cause the results aren't up on PEGASUS yet and this is annoying me more and more, shoving any panicky thoughts out of my head. Also, I've been watching a lot of Red Dwarf and I think it's fried my worrying parts of my brain.
- I have completely forgotten about the other club; I have had other things to think about and it's driven all thoughts of it out of my head.
Other Things I have to do
- Phone SAAS and find out how to do this stupid application thing. There is no option for what I need to get (apparently) and I have no idea what to do. I e-mailed them but those smegheads haven't replied yet. Even though it's been more than 15 working days.
- I am definitely too much Red Dwarf.
- I should probably write more stories.
So I have 7 things to do during the holiday. And after that, I will have nothing to do for weeks on end. It will probably be a good idea to read some of the backlog of books I have yet to read.
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