A GREAT day at School.

Please note: It may be bad for your health if you do not spot the sarcasm in the title of this post.

OK, great news, hot off the press.

Today was a crap day at school. I had two lessons of maths on the same day, and one lesson of french. The good lessons were IT and games, although i wasn't very good in games. I did manage to catch the shuttlecock with one hand though. In French, I-saw-a-mitchell (mrs sorya mitchell) was full of bad news. Not only is she not going to be here for our mocks, (she is on some exchange) she told us of the avion bug.

Apparently, My Lock went to a conference yesterday, and heard about this bug that is going round. Its a bad type of flu, taht has been going round on a national scale, and due to statistical evidence and peoples opinions e.t.c they are saying that this bug is going to hit england around the time taht we are starting to sit our GCSEs. Oh Joy. It gets better. If we are absent for the examination, our mock results will be used to influence the examiner and tell them about us. This means that our mocks may be highly useful to represent our attainment levels in the real thing. It also means we have to do really well in the mocks, in case something happens. And with only one month and a week to go till mocks . . . . . . . . .

Blue Fire :::: The Story of my Life

I just thought that I might tell you about the title of my blog, as I think it is really cool.
Observant readers, who were reading my other blog will know that it used to be called http://www.lukewarner.blogspot.com/ :::: The Blog of Me. That went out the window as soon as it became my site new blog. When I set up this blog, I wanted the address to be www dot bluefire dot blogspot dot com (I have done it like this so it doesn't create a fake address) but it was taken or didn't work, so I got this one instead. So, to beat this problem, I just named my blog Blue Fire, but the address is http://www.lwgw.blogspot.com/. My friends will know that I love blue, as it is my favourite colour. My website, both blogs, room and most of my clothes are blue, as it is a colour that suits me, and I love it.
The name Blue Fire did not come to me when I was making this blog. I made the user name 'Blue_Fire' on Kings of Chaos, an excellent online game. I have always liked this user name, as Blue Fire just goes together do nicely; it is unusual and different, contains my favourite colour and sounds really cool. So, I named my blog 'Blue Fire'. The 'Story of my life' bit came about when I was editing the template of my blog, to make it look and feel better. This blog is the story of my life, so I wanted this in the title of it. However, the 'Blue Fire' bit was already in it, so I just added the 'Story of my life' bit on the end.'Blue Fire :::: The Story of my Life' also has lots of different connotations. It could mean that Blue fire is the name of my blog, and that the blog is telling my life story, that blue fire is the story of my life, or they could just be two random phrases that I have stuck together.

Whatever reason you think my blog is called what it is, I like it, I think it is cool, and Long may it continue.

Evensong and Andrew

OK, I said about the good things that have happened, and that one of the good ones was the evensong. A noticed that I hadn't posted about it very much, in one of her comments, and I commented back that I would soon. And here is that post. The first paragraph is part of the email that I sent to Michael and Sue, telling them my thoughts of Andrew. The second paragraph contains the promised (and overdue) thoughts on the last (first - ha confusing) evensong. I said they were coming . . . . . . !

I think Andrew is a big success. When he first had his audition, my first thoughts were that he was very loud, and I think everyone else in the choir will agree with me! However, he has got a lovely voice. From the success of the last evensong, i think he is working very well with us. He knows what we are and are not doing, and he is very good at pushing in the right direction to get us to get better. He is very good at leading us, he can conduct well and he can sing, which always helps. He seems to have a very good musical background, and knows a lot about what we are singing and how to sing it. I have certainly picked up some tips! Andrew is very good at encouragement, and he can talk to us normally as well, knowing what we want to hear and how to say it. I think that he is a very good choir director, because already the congregation have started saying that our voices are carrying forward, and that they can hear what we are saying (and singing). I know that these are only first impressions e.t.c but I think he is a great guy, and a very worth replacement for Mrs D. Judging by the great evensong performance that we did, I think that my thoughts are proved right.

We sung some great pieces, our voices carried, we were on the beat, we were loud, we were powerful and the rebound was at least 5 seconds. We had 16 people to sing to, we did amazingly and I loved it. Andrew conducted well, Rebecca played well and we sounded like Holy Trinity Choir. As I said to sue in a text, "The choir is back . . . . . ! :)" and with Andrew leading us, we can do great things. Of course, I will have to get used to singing from my belly, and all that means, but things change, and life goes on. But at the moment, Life is good, and so is Holy Trinity Choir.

Highlights of my Life (aka Week)

OK, so a lot happens in a lifetime. That is why I am blogging. To save time, I am going to post the highlights of this week. These include:

• Breaking a lampshade
• Having a leaf fight
• Singing a great evensong

OK, so on some random day (can't remeber), everything is great. I have a good day at school (although I was late by a farty bit) and I really enjoy the lessons. I have fun playing a great game on the PC's and probably blog a bit here. I'm walking home, with a big smile on my face, and walk in through the door. (I didn't walk through the door itself). For some reason, I decided to kick my shoes off, probably because the laces were undone, and I was in a good mood. Mum was in the loo. I kicked one shoe off, and, just by chance, the stupid thing flew up in the air at a ridiculously stupid angle (about 75 degree's) and hit the lamp shade on the light. This then dislodged it from its hanger, and it fell to the floor. The lampshade was made of a plastic, which was trying to be a glass, so it made a smashing sound when it hit the floor. The shock then crashed the lamp shade, and it smashed into a million pieces (OK so it smashed into 5 pieces. I lied.) Mum came out of the loo, and I just burst out laughing. It was quite funny, and what is the chance of me doing that again?!?!?!?! LOL!

The next highlight was on Friday. Ambies and me had jjst come out of choir practice, and we were waiting for my mum to come along in the car, so we could be picked up. We always drop A off, although she doen't like it (Hehe). Ok, so we are just waiting on the pavement, and we start kicking leaves at each other. It was so fun, and I probably won (not being modest) but only because i have "bigger feet". I got some good shots at A, by making massive piles, and then she did the same. OH, and then, Sue and Ben walked past, and A said lets get them, so we made a big big pile each, and waited for them to walk past. I got a good pile at Sue, and most of them went onto her arse. Oh, it was so funny. She said "Whatch it, you little rat!" A disadvantage was me finding out that I had some how stepped in a big plop that some irresisponsible dog/owner had left, which was smeared all over the bottom of my right shoe. In fact, it is still there, and is probably the bad smell that is wafting round the IT room at this moment. But, I only discovered it in registartion, when I smelt it for the first time, and at Break, I only managed to wipe off some of it, as it is stuck in the grips on my shoe. never mind, it's all good. Apart from the smell.

\EDIT: Ok, Ambies has asked me to specifially mention the fact that one of my great big piles of leaves went down her back, and i won the leaf fight becuase of my big feet. I did get some good shots on Amber, mainly becuase i made a big pile of leaves first, but partly becuase I can aim and kick them (unlike some people hehe (no offence)). Oh, and I didn't mention this before becuase I didn't want to insult A, but since she said "you didn't post. . . . . ." in hercoment, i decided to anyway. And the reason why I dodn't post about the evensong was becuause I wanted to put it on a seperate post, which I know I haven't done yet. Yet more to add to my "to do list." More to come.

The Email Icon . . . .

I have changed my blog template, so this is now displayed. It is the little white evelope you see in the comments section. By clicking on it, it allows you email taht post to someone. Very useful for Make Poverty History . . . . .

Badminton is my cup of tea (Sport Thoughts).

I spent 2 solid hours on Tuesday playing badminton, which was fun, if not a little tiring. This happened because I had a PE lesson before lunch, so I carried on playing through lunch after period 4 had finished.
I like badminton because it is a sport I can do; it’s pretty simple and doesn’t require much thinking. Of course, you get serves and areas and scoring, all of which have different rules and things to do and remember, but that is what makes it part of the game. I think that this is very annoying to me, as I just play for fun, to relax and enjoy hitting the shuttlecock over the net to the other person, and they hitting it back to me, so that the cycle can start again.
Badminton isn’t very tactical, unlike other sports, and even someone like me who is not a sporty person, can play, as all you have to do is to hit the shuttlecock over the net. Of course you get people who hit the damn thing all over the place, which takes the fun out of playing for me, but then some people are more competitive than others.
All though I am a creative person at heart – I love writing, (you should have guessed that by now) particularly stories and poems – I don’t see myself as sporty. This may be because I just don’t play sports – for many reasons – or just because it’s just not my cup of tea.

(Oh, this reminds me of a joke I made up some time ago, and I haven’t told anyone yet, so I am going to sidetrack at a tangent to tell the internet now. It goes like this:

Person A: Do you like hot chocolate?
Person B: It’s not my cup of tea.
Person A: What is then?
Person B: A cup of coffee.

Not exactly a really funny joke, but I did make it up, and I am really proud of it. Lol!)

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, sports and badminton.

In games lessons, I like to play hockey, (this may be passed down through my father’s jeans, as he played hockey too (woops sorry lol, I meant genes!) as it is so much fun. Although it involves all sorts of tactics (i.e. what to do with the ball) you don’t get hurt very much (if your careful). Sport is fun, as it allows you to relax and unwind, while being competitive with your mates, but it is only fun if you don’t get hurt in any way. Why do people like to play violent sports, like rugby? I suppose it allows them to let out their anger and violence, or else, thinking like the other pupils in y11, it allows them to hurt other people and take them out.
I despise, detest, loathe and hate rugby, all with a passion:

(Mathematical formula = Despise, detest, loathe, hate(rugby with a passion) = LWGW.

Work that out!) Yet I still have to play it. Rugby is so rough and violent. Do people play rugby to deliberately get hurt, or is because they want to show the world that they are really hard and play a mans sport?

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Things that Make me Laugh - Part 2

Ok, so the above post was Things that make me laugh – Part 1. This is part 2. On this post, it’s conversations and random things that have happened that make me laugh. I am posting this because
a) A said she wasn’t mentioned on Part 1.
b) Nat said I was updating regularly, or something to that affect, so I don’t want to break this.

A falling into a bog. This was funny, (no offence) even if after it happened.

This happened when I walking home from choir with my friend, and there were some cows in the field. A random conversation, that went something like this:
“Is that a bull over there?”
“I don’t know, I think it looks more like a cow.”
“It’s got a cock.” (Said as if this ends all the problems in the world).
This was so random, and you just had to be there to make it funny.

A getting a random text message. We were taking her home in the landy, and she got a text message from her dad. She read it out and it was so random. It said, “Where is the umbrella?” It was a FIYT (funny if you’re there) moments.

This happened ages ago, but it is funny. Ok, picture the scene. There is a field, that it is on a hill, and it is the middle of winter. There is snow on the ground, perhaps 2 inches thick. At the bottom of the hill, there is a small ditch that runs along the bottom of the field, parallel to the road. Mum takes the sledge up of the to of the field. She climbs on the sledge, starts to go down the hill with the snow falling her, and when she gets to the bottom of the field, she forgets to stop and disappears right into the ditch! It was so funny. FIYT.

This is another one that concerns mum. We were walking in Robinswood Hill with my aunty. We got completely lost, and nearly fell off a cliff, because the path just disappeared. This involved walking down a steep hill that had trees on it. yum came down over the top of the hill, lost her balance and grabbed a tree to stop her falling. Her momentum carried around in a swinging motion (all while standing up). My aunty just burst out laughing. Mum started saying “It’s not funny” lots and lots of times, which made my aunt laugh loads more. FIYT.