Today, I had an exam. My small class got to the room early. I noticed that the projection screen was still pulled down. I got up and for five minutes tried to get it go up. I tried different techniques. Different angles, jerking it down, you name it. As time went on, I got more frustrated. Why wouldn’t this stupid projector screen go up? My class found it highly amusing, watching me make noises of exasperatin as I pulled it down, hesitated (as it said) and let it go slowly. One of the girls went “Wouldn’t it be funny if I pulled it and it went up? Unlikely, though”. So she went up, pulled…

and the bloody thing went right up, leaving the class to burst out laughing and me to look like a prize idiot.

Anywho, Doctor Who. Yesterday, after I studied, I watched Poison Sky, Doctor’s Daughter and the Unicorn and the Wasp. Plus, I saw the mid-season trailer. The one which has got everyone finding a key phrase, which it turns out has been brought up in each and every season. Gweneth in S1(the Unquiet Dead) mentioned it. It got mentioned by the Toclafane. Apparently. it’s referred to in the Stephen Moffat two parter this season. Also, S3, Tim Latimer opens the watch and it’s whispering this phrase. It was apparently mentioned in Torchwood by Suzie, the Void was apparently referred to as this, in S1 the Dalek supposedly mentioned it, it was mentioned in S2 w/the whole Satan Pit thingy there, in Voyage of the Damned, Astrid supposedly mentions this.  So now, everyone is in a big tizzy because of this mysterious theme and what it could possibly mean.

And now for something lighthearted. For those with Youtube, look up the phrase “Bill Bailey Doctor Who Theme”. He does his take of the Doctor Who theme on keyboard and then… well, I’ll let you lot watch it. But it’s funny. Especially if you know the French language a bit.

I mean it. It’s the last couple of weeks before the end of term. I’ve got assessment coming out of my ears. I’ve got enough time, yes, but it is very easy to get me stressed. I just hope I get it all done. I feel like I’m going to explode, bring out old dramas. I need the holidays. Desperately.

It’s funny, the other day in class, me and another girl were debating over who was the Queen of the Nerds (more in a “we’re such big nerds, it’s sad” kind of way). After we were insisting we were, I said I watch Doctor Who (which, let’s face, while is completely awesome, some might consider a little nerdy. However, my teacher went “Oh no; Doctor Who has a cult following), while she reevaled that she didn’t watch TV at all. When we let other members of the class in on our discussion (one person on finding out that I watch Doctor Who said in terms of nerdiness “Oooh, that’s bad”), one of the girls said that the other girl was a nerd and that I was a geek. My response? “A geek? Geez, I think I’d rather be a nerd.” My teacher laughed. Later, I mentioned these events to PD and how I’d rather be a nerd. “No, you wouldn’t”, she told me in a don’t-be-stupid kind of way, “haven’t you ever heard of the term Geek Chic?”. So, what do you guys think? Am I a geek or a nerd and which one is cooler?

However, I have decided that no matter what anyone else thinks, I’m cool. So of that, you wouldn’t be able to convince me otherwise.

Firstly, I recently ate garlic prawns. Was in heaven. Total bliss.

Secondly, I haven’t mentioned this before, but I love Top Gear. They’re completely nuts and it’s fantastic. Not many people use cars to play soccer, or launch Mini Coopers off ski ramps. Then there was that lovely episode on their Caravanning trip. While they’re showing the old ones on Saturdays, they’re showing the new season (or the last season, if you’re British) on Mondays now. I want to see the Piper and Tennant episodes. Okay, I’m nerdy. Moving on.

Now, I might be one of the only people of the female species to say this, but I don’t get the obsession people have with Sex and the City. I really don’t. I don’t get why Gold Class is booked out for weeks because of a movie about business women who pretty much only talk about clothes and sex. Sorry if that’s just me, but I don’t get it. Women obsess over this. I’ve heard some nutty stories about women’s love for Sex and the City. I know, some people are probably sitting there thinking “Well, you obsess over Doctor Who“. True, it is a TV show I like. But there are multiple layers to Doctor Who, unlike Sex and the City. Plus, you should check out the fans. Some of them are nuts compared to me.

Firstly, I hated primary school. Back then, I thought I liked it. But in comparison to high school, it totally sucked. See, the thing about high school (well mine, anyway) is that you can be yourself. My grade- awesome. You never had to try to fit in. Not once have I ever needed to try to fit in. I’ve always been nice to people (it was a vow I made before I started grade eight) and tried to get along with everyone. And, to my knowledge, it works. Sure, I’m not one of those “I don’t have best friends, all of the 150 girls are equal friends to me”, because I don’t think that’d do any good. What I’m saying is that because I’m nice to all of them, they areall nice to me. I show that I’m kinda smart and oh-so-strange and they accept it. It just makes me feel so… free, really.

Okay, I got that one out. I think I needed to get that one out. Now, something common for me: I want to dance. Stupid dancing. Dancing to Lovesong, actually. I feel fantastic!! I’m just so hyped! It’s like it gives me happy energy. I just want to do so much. It’s probably my naivety coming out. Is it possible to be mature and still naive? If so, I am just that.

Part of the reason why I set up a blog in the first place was because I think too much. Seriously. Have you ever been one of those people who will beat themselves up over something that they did in the past again and again? Ever feel like you’re thoughts are going to end up stuck in a traffic jam? Yep, that’s me. Is that normal? Is it normal to think so much? I mean, it’s not all bad. I’m brilliant in discussions (you know, where there’s a topic and you have to give your opinion or point things out or whatever). I can understand characters in books or whatever that some people have trouble understanding. I don’t know. Sometimes I think it also causes me to worry too much.

One final thing; I can’t believe Bill Henson got off about the naked children photos. It’s not art. If he wanted art, he could’ve used adults. Someone should also shoot the bloody parents of the kids as well. Apparently in the past, he took photos of boys wearing bright red lipstick pouting their lips. This crosses the line in my books. He disgusts me. 

I’ve got a lovely cold. Nice runny nose, beautiful sneezing, pleasant stuffy head. Yeah, brilliant. It’s annoying, ‘cos I want to exercise, ‘cos I still want to lose a bit more weight (before you ask, this is for me, not for anybody else). I’m still at the stage where if I take a photo of myself, I have to set it up carefully so I don’t look like I’ve got a double chin. I want to go on the exercise bike. But because I’m not well, I can’t, ‘cos otherwise I’ll have lifelong health problems.

Anyway, if you’ve got youtube, then look up “DV8 Strange Fish”. It’s a physical theatre performance and it’s brilliant.

Not long ’til the holidays. There’s so much I want to do and I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit everything in. I want to see Narnia, go to the CBD, go to the markets, go skating, see my cousin, so much!

I recently had the thing at school where for half an hour, each age group for each house has to go and fill in spots for the events for Athletics carnival. Originally, I was just going to spectate, ‘cos you’re allowed. But then, I decided I’d be active. Do I decided to do two events. One I now regret. The first was D Division 100m sprints (I can sprint if I want to; just maybe not as fast as some of the other people in my school ‘cos I’m not naturally athletic). And I signed up for high jump. It’s been a little while since high jump, and I’m worried I’ll have another accidentally-dive-over-the-bar moments. Whst have I done? Plus, I don’t know I’ll even go over the bloody bar. I’m scared. But I’ll do it anyway. Because I’m just so good at making an idiot of myself in front of my school. I’m also very good at making it seem like I do it on purpose, or that it’s part of my eccentricity. With any luck they won’t care. With bad luck, I’ll never live it down. Hmm…

Everyone has experienced getting a song stuck in their head. I obviously have. However, I have never had one in my head for two days. Then I watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My family and I have endured the torture of having Rocky Horror songs (don’t get me wrong, they’re good songs; it’s just that they’re hard to get out and if you start singing them in public by accident, God help you) stuck in our heads. However, I only had one song stuck in my head: Sweet Transvestite. Yes, what a perfect song to get stuck in my head. “How do you do, I… see you’ve met my… faithful handyman”. But it’s not just the song; it’s the images associated with the song. It’s like having a complete film clip stuck in my head. I will say this, though: Tim Curry does a lovely strut. However, right now  I’m playing other songs (non-musical numbers), praying to God that I’ll get it out. Wish me luck…