Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year

From left: Me, sister, brother.
We're saying: "New Christmas and a Merry Happy Year!"

And here they are, my new year's resolutions:
1. Get a job
2. Get a plant and keep it alive
3. Get awesome grades so I can get into a better school
4. Try vlogging
5. Make a book
6. Quite Smoking

DFTBA in 08

No internet

Today I'd like to blog to you about global warming, but I don't know the first thing about it. So I'll write about something else I think. Anyway, the BBC haven't asked me to write about anything, again, so I'll write about Nothing. Except, I haven't got internet where I live, which is a real drag. So I can't blog when I have something to blog about. Baah:/

DFTBA

Coincidences

The Derren Brown coincidence.
Last year I studied AS psychology, and I failed horribly. But whatever, I still learned about cool stuff, like the Milgram study. The Milgram study was so fascinating that now when I'm a Youtubeaholic, I searched for it. And I kind of found it. The first video that came up was "Milgram Experiment (Derren Brown)". It was really cool to watch, but who was this Derren Brown? I watched another Derren Brown video, and liked it, so I ended up watching all I could find. Now I love Derren Brown! One of the videos was that zombie game video that I saw on the telly years ago, and could never forget. He's such a genius!

The Neil Gaiman and Brotherhood 2.0 coincidence.
Last birthday my brother gave me the book "Good Omens" by Terry Pratchett and some guy called Neil Gaiman. But that's a while ago now, and I still haven't read it, I'm not really into reading at all. Anyways, these days I tend to hang around in youtubeland. But I also go to school. So I got writing a short story as homework, and I had no idea about how to go about it. So who you gonna call? Youtube! I searched for "short story" on youtube, (for inspiration, not stealing,) and the first thing I found was "Neil Gaiman reads short story". At the time I couldn't recall ever hearing about this random guy before, but that short story was pure genius. So I youtubed him some more, but stopped when I found this random video by "vlogbrothers", it was far from good, but it was so different, it was this guy, (Hank Green,) talking to "Nerdfighters". What's nerdfighters!? Who? What Why? What? Huh!? So I started watching their videos. Now I'm up to date with Brotherhood 2.0 !! I'm not sure about this Neil Gaiman yet, but I will now force myself to actually finish "Good Omens", because; guess what! That's right, today I received a gift in the mail! I knew it would be a book, but I had no idea which. Only, I though to myself as I was opening it: "I bet it's a book by that Neil Gaiman dude, and guess what. I was right, it was. So now I have "Neverwhere" by the author who seems to come from everywhere.
Edit: It seems Neil Gaiman is the guy that wrote the Sandman comics. And many years ago my sister gave me a Sandman book, which I really liked. I've been so blind!

Visit Brotherhood 2.0
Go nerdfighters!
DFTBA

Working Title - The Movie

Pertrosfology

A study by Pertrosfoliea et al. (2007).

Aim
I don’t know...
Procedure
Say out loud: "Pertrosfoliea is a genius"
Findings
Pertrosfoliea really is a genius, there is even scientific proof: You just said so, while doing a scientific experiment!
Conclusion
Pertrosfoliea is a genius.
Criticism

Strengths:
-Extremely easy to prove.
Weaknesses:
-Participant is a twat.

Touch Typing

So, amazingly enough, I've always only had a vague idea about what touch typing is. Until now, that is. I heard this dude tell this other dude something like "oh gosh, you type so fast, are you using that touch typing method thingy?". The other dude replied "yes," or something like that. I thought to myself, "hey!"
So later I did a little googling, (blogger tells me that neither google, googling or googleing is a word, how annoying,) and I found this page: http://sense-lang.org/typing/
I guess that now that I master touch typinf, I'll start tyoung faster. Though I habe to say that I find it much easier than I thpught it would be, and it's so practical that I thinl it's strange that
I haben't thought of it before. Oh well.
Happy typinh, people beings.

A Letter From Hell

Dreaming of Oxford

I should of been asleep already, seeing that it's about 2 am, but I had to run for my lappy to write this down. I was about to drift of to sleep land, tucked into my soft, warm duvat, the only thing left to see and hear was memories. I remembered telling someone about my exchange year in England. I never talk much about it since there hasn't seemed to been much to say. I never really think of my time there, I can't actually remember.
Coming back to Norway was the strangest thing I've ever experienced, it was like coming to this world in which you've never actually been but you've dreamed of it all your life. Or like waking up from a dream. At least it's like a dream now when some time has gone, and I forget about it.
Also, the time when I remember dreams tends to be while in bed, like I was just now, trying to sleep. I was thinking of a time I told someone about my year abroad, I was just explaining that I had to share my room with this other student. Then suddenly I saw her, my old roommate, I saw her clearly in my mind. Standing in our bedroom and bragging about her Dolce and Gabbana in her German accent.
You might think that that's no biggie, but I haven't really thought of her since I saw her last. Why would I want to go around remembering her? We didn't like each other at all, she was a shallow, arrogant, self centred, manipulative, immature, whining bitch. Yet, now when I remember her I kind of miss her. You see, even though we mostly never got along, we still shared rooms for ten months. I've learned to like her even though we were the least compatible people ever. All in all I am actually quite fond of her, though I'm very happy to have a place for myself, (yay, messiness!)
Right now, in the prime time for dreams, I can see and feel my memories from Oxford as clear as if they were real, (which they are, but it doesn't normally feel that way.) However, I think I should leave these memories for other nights, I'm sure I'll be seeing more of them now when I know where, (or when,) they're hiding. Now I have better sleep, since I have to get up early tomorrow. I have to think of the future, I have to make new memories. Don't forget; memories are all you have. Everything is memories.

*sleeps*

Homestar Runner

I was just watching a new SB email when I thought of all those poor creatures wandering the internet without knowing of www.homestarrunner.com
In case you haven't heard of it; it's this really cool website with loads of flash cartoons and games.
Btw, I want this poster with Trogdor from SB email 58.

Bigger Than Hitler, Better Than Christ

OK,
I'm not much of a book person, but today I feel like recommend this book called "Bigger Than Hitler Better Than Christ". Written by the Rik Mayall, 'tis his autobiography. It's a hilarious book, I love it. Yet, I've been sniffing around the net and found quite a few who didn't like the book, they were mostly not fans of Rik Mayall. So I guess what I'm really recommending here is that you first become a big fan of Mayall, (this is easy, just downlo-um-buy stuff like The Young Ones, Bottom or Drop Dead Fred, at least do a little youtubeing) , and then you read his amazing book.

The Empty Triangle

If you like the board game GO, (and who doesn't,) you have to check out "The Empty Triangle", it's hilarious.
www.emptytriangle.com

iPoet

We had to write a poem about colours in a English lesson, and I shocked myself! Look at what I wrote, and don't worry about what I mean with it, I only tried to use as many colours as I possibly could. Am I got a talent or who?

Here it goes, my amazing poem!
And I call it ... Colour poem?

In the winter,
blue and silver,
she felt a shiver.
Look up at the eternal darkness,
no bright yellow stars,
to guide her home.

She would be dead,
black, blue,
dried in blood.

The once so reddish brown dirt,
frozen, icy blue. Turned hard.

Then summer comes.
Warm.
Bright green grass, blue sky, red sun.
The sickly green faces,
of the crowd.