Mass (After)-Effect

Alright, alright. I haven't done a blog in a while... Actually, I haven't done one in like two weeks. Oopsadaisy. Anyway, It's not my fault, well, it kinda is, but still... I've been busy. Busy playing Mass Effect.. What a game. I mean, seriously, what a game. My only problem about it is that its too short. I kinda find it funny too. Whilst everyone is fussing about Halo: Reach (Which I really really really want), I'm only just starting to play Mass Effect. I don't really have much to talk about. Yesterday was good. Fantastically good. I've not felt so good in ages. In Chemistry we were doing an experiment that involved Propanone (CH3COCH3) and I stated that I smelt Baileys. Unfortunately Heather and Devon didn't hear the word Baileys, they heard "I smell Babies".  Not the best thing for me to say in the middle of a Chemistry classroom. And then during English, I made an even worse mistake. Mrs Mackintosh was going through words that we use that are slang i.e. Chav, Ned. I didn't know this and thought she was saying people who use slang. So I pretty much shouted "Farmer!".. I think I may have confused the whole classroom. And then, in the evening I went to a Ceilidh for the Malawians at school. It's one of the best nights I've had for a long time I think.. One of the Malawians, James, did an impression of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" dance. Wow. He was good! And I'm not just saying that. He was, like, really good. So yeah, last night was a good night. Last week was a good week altogether.. DFTBA.

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The Life Of A Nineties Kid.

That title you just read, it's gonna be the title of my Personal Reflective whatsit for English. I honestly don't have much else to write about. Nothing major has happened in my life. I mean, I've never even broken a bone. And all the stories I have are fairly embarrassing and/or not possible to have an reflection on. I mean, how can I reflect on being accidentally dropped down the stairs at the age of one? Or flying off a see-saw and face-planting at the age of eight or nine? The only properly major thing that has happened has been moving up here to Scotland and to be perfectly honest, I don't remember much of it. But being a nineties kid is a good topic I think. Cause the way I see it, there are a lot of things which can influence in your younger years to what you become in your older years. Lego blocks can influence your creative or inventive side. Recorders can develop musical skills. Pokémon influences you to fight animals for money.... I mean, whut? But being a nineties kid was great. I had a lot of fun memories of being that old. It was the last decade of the 20th century. The end of a millenia. And boy, what an end. I don't think I would've been able to survive with-out a daily dose of Crazy-bones or Scooters. I miss being that child in ways that I cannot explain. To be an innocent (to an extent) little child with no cares about the rest of the world. Now I admit, I haven't changed much. I'm still immature, I still like Crazy-Bones and Scooters, but now I'm older people start to expect you to act it. And I resent this. Growing older doesn't always necessarily mean I have to grow up. Who wants to be an old, grumpy pencil pusher who's only joy in life is "Antiques Roadshow" and a nice Oatcake? Not me that's for sure. Give me a sippy cup and a episode of "Digimon" any day. DFTBA.

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Monday Morning Symptoms.

Wow, here's a tip about Chemistry lessons. If your doing an experiment where Ammonia gas is created, don't stick your nose in the beaker and take a really big sniff.... But on the plus side, my runny nose has gone..

So I was re-looking at my last blog and I realised I mention some Zombie rules.. So I though, "Hey, I should make up my own rules.. It'll take me a week or so to make up enough and maybe if I can be bothered I may turn them into a Youtube video... Today was alright. I generally hate Mondays. And Tuesdays. And every day bar Wednesday mornings and some Thursdays. But yeah, today was alright. Apart from the Chemistry incident nothing went too wrong. I got a good result from the Physics test which I thought was an absolute fail so it's all good.. I just finished watching the second last episode of the latest series of Doctor Who and it makes me so happy. Doctor Who is an epic show and Matt Smith is one of the better Doctor's there have been. Him and David Tennant are right up in my list of favourite actors. I kinda needed a boost of happiness to balance out the fact that I remembered how "Of Mice and Men" ended... Such a sad book. Anyway, this is boring. I have nothing to talk about today. Sad Face. DFTBA.

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Zombie Doom?

Well, today was fun. School dragged on for hours. The classes did anyway, lunch was fun, and so was break. Me and Devon realised I could do a pretty good gay, German accent, which we then realised was Brüno. I've never seen Brüno, don't think I want too either. Anyway, also at lunch Kathryn, Heather and I started talking about the possibility of a Zombie outbreak and which of us would survive (This started cause I saw someone scream and throw something to the ground. Don't ask), I apparently would be like Columbus out of the film "Zombieland". I think this is awesome. For those who aren't aware, Columbus is a nerd who is scared of clowns and has rules for Zombie Survival e.g. Rule 2: Double Tap. I figure this is a lot like me, I'm a nerd, I am rather creeped out by clowns and I do have to have a plan or rules for everything. Plus I figure that Bob has taught me enough about Zombie survival. Now I think about it, Bob would be Robert Neville from "I am Legend", militaristic, a passion for his dog and good survival skills. This is just me though. We all agreed Heather would be dead by then. Purely cause she's too nice. Kathryn ofcourse would be some hardcore person with a double barreled shotgun on a porch of a wood cabin shooting every Zombie in sight....

All this got me thinking, if there was a Zombie Apocalypse (Which is getting increasingly likely with Human Genetics studies getting more popular) what would I do? I thought about this on the way home and I decided to make a list.

• Weaponry? I would most likely have a pistol and definitely a shotgun for close range Zombies. For Zombies approaching from far away, I would have a Sniper Rifle.. And purely for aesthetic taste, I'd have some sort of Sword. Mostly likely a Katana.
• Vehicle? That's a toughie. It would either be a Tank which though slow is pretty much impenetrable. It would be that or some big Truck like Tallahassee's from "Zombieland". Something well armoured.
• Base? Either a Swiss Chalet or Buckingham palace. The Chalet would be rather remote so there would be a lack of Zombies, but wheres the fun in that. Buckingham Palace would be good but the only trouble is too much open space in it so covering all areas would be difficult.
• Partner? Depending on whether if I can choose a Fictional Character or not, I have two choices. If Fictional was possible I would choose Gordan Freeman from the popular game series Half-Life. He's a Hard-core PhD Physicist would can take down a Zombie and even an entire alien race with a Crowbar. But unfortunately he's not real, so I would have to pick someone else. I would probably pick Bob. Though clumsy and idiotic at times, he's a good laugh so things would never be without entertainment but he's also good at scavenging things together to make a make-shift hut.
• Any extras? Probably just a book actually, well several. The entire works of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Depending on how long the Outbreak went on for I would definitely get bored in the end so to keep me sane I would take this.

So that's it. I realise that this is a lot to read and it's probably boring. But as Columbus would say "Rule 32: Enjoy the little things". DFTBA.

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