Cow Garden Invasion!

Woke up this morning to the sound of cows going "moo". Now usually this would be a normal thing, because my house is right next to a field. What is not usual is that the moo came from 10 feet away. Yes - There was a cow looking into my bedroom. Turns out 7 cows from the field opposite thought they'd live life to the full and hurdle the fence into our garden. Photographic evidence below!

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The MJ Storm

There's a storm brewing. Not a metaphorical one; a psychical one. The weather's very musty today, and the news channels have predicted a really big storm. Naturally, excitement has swept across college. Michael Jackson died yesterday night. Seems a shame since he was very talented. Maybe this storm is his way of making his mark. The roads are very busy today. I'm guessing nobody wants to be open to the elements when the MJ storm hits.

* Update - 4 Hours since writing this and still no sign of MJ's Storm.*

Knee-In-The-Face Girl

College has gotten complicated over the last few days. Signed myself up for what’s called an ‘Extended Project’. It’s essentially where you write about anything of your choice relating to the subjects you took at A2 level and hand it in for marking.

Unfortunately, the project has to be about 5000 words, which is hard when you’re not entirely sure of what you’re doing. Never mind. Wimbledons finally kicked off. There’s been a lot of controversy over one of the players. Her names Michelle Larcher de Brito. Lots of people are annoyed at the fact that she seems to scream like a trapped bear every time that she hits the ball, and this ‘could distract the other player’. Apparently she can be heard three courts away. Now, I used to think tennis was boring. After watching one of her matches my opinion was changed.

On top of this, in another match a 15 year old girl got a knee in the face after a player named Michael Llodra attempted to hit a wide ball and instead skidded into the umpires chair, and the girls face. Most unexpected tennis incident ever?. I’d hate to be that girl, though. First she gets a knee in the face. Public humiliation. She then has to go to school and be sniggered at by people pointing and going, “That’s Knee-In-The-Face girl”. I wish her luck.

Susan Boyle

For those who don’t know, Susan Boyle was the runner-up of Britain’s Hot Talent 2009. She's beginning to irritate me (and the nation). There are various reasons for this.

* She pulled out of 2 Britain’s Got Talent UK tour shows. I’m not going, so it wont affect me, but it still irritates me that she thinks she’s famous enough to be allowed to do this without good justification.

* During the live final of the competition, whilst talking with the hosts of the show onstage, she thought it would be a good idea to lift her skirt up to her thighs and do some kind of dance mid-interview.

Mornings

Reached over 120 blog views now. Thanks for that. Anyway, the thing that I hate about mornings is the fact that my body usually wakes up before my face. By that I mean some mornings when I go to brush my teeth or whatever and see an exhausted face in the mirror I see that (although it IS me in there) it doesn’t look like me – Because I’m tired and my face doesn’t have the energy to make an effort.

Stinging Nettles

I’m not exaggerating when I say that I must have at least 60 different rashes / marks on my legs, all from a clash with nature. I lost. (If you’re wondering) That’s a 30 rash-per-leg ratio, right? I was wearing shorts which increases the pain factor. Actually, it wasn’t really a ‘clash’ – Unless you would define a ‘clash’ as walking half-way through a field full of nettles, thinking of turning around, but realizing it would be quicker and easier to brave the other half, and cursing and grunting the rest of the way. Stinging nettle wounds are weird, because there’s an initial ‘OW’ moment, and then it goes. It’s not until later that you notice that you have a leg like a page of braille. Perhaps a blind man could decipher my nettle marks? I wonder what my legs are trying to tell me? My money’s on: “Evidently, You’re not Rambo”.

Much Ado about Nothing

Was told today that my class will be studying ‘Much Ado about Nothing’ by Shakespeare. We’ve been issued with copies of the play and on nearly all the pages there’s some definitions of the words used in the play. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t dictionaries work in this way too? To be fair though, it is quite a good play if you get the translation business out of the way.

Shakespeare was a busy fella. I think he wrote something like 40 plays and 154 sonnets, give or take. Clearly he loved abit of drama. Shame he’s not still around, isn’t it? We’ve got Coronation Street, Eastenders, Emmerdale. All that stuff. If I were given the opportunity to raise him from the dead and tasked with keeping him occupied for the day, I’d probably just sit him down and make him watch the Eastenders omnibus. We’d stay away from lunch-time television though. I can’t see him liking the Loose Women lunchtime show. I can't stand it either.

Dogs Arse - A Video Extravaganza!

I remember talking about this game in the blog before. Well, now you will be able to witness the beautiful game that is Dogs arse. This is the first video I've posted on the blog. Exciting right? Nah - You're right. Not exciting at all.

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Hot Hot Hot

Unusually, the sun popped over from the tropics today to say hello to us pasty-looking British people. That's nice of him. Shame he bought the hayfever season with him.

Exams are over. For now!

Well, that's exams done I suppose. Shame. I kind of miss those little fellas already and it's only been 20 minutes since I left the Arena of Knowledge. How did it go? Well - Results don't surface until August sometime, which gives me a generous month of waiting in which to wake up in cold sweats on a regular basis. The exams were hard, especially law. 2 reasons for that.

1 - The questions were hard.
2 - I found the fact that the boy next to me fainted rather off-putting.

Never mind, though. At least I managed to navigate to my seat effectively within the set time. I've managed to reach over 100 views of this blog now which is quite nice, so thanks for that. Although, it does make me wonder just how bored you 100 people are for you to visit this blog. I salute you.