David Bain is Not Guilty

I'm not sure how I feel about this.
I think I feel kinda good. It didn't really matter which way it went. If he's innocent, then he was innocent, and good on the jury for figuring that out. But, if he is guilty, then I don't really think he's gonna kill somebody again. It was only really his family, and from what I've learned from Criminal Minds, you tend to work up to killing somebody like your family. You don't kill them first if you're a mad raving psychopath. And yeah, if it hadn't been his family that was murdered, I would probably have wanted him to stay in jail, just because of the relatives of the people that were killed, but when he was really the only one... I don't know. It's very confusing. I just... I don't really think it was him. That demo the British pathologist (?) did showing the dad could have killed himself with the rifle was impressive. And if Bain does go out and kill people, then I guess I'm wrong. I don't really know. Hell, I wasn't even born when the murders happened.

It's interesting though. And the live newsflash was cool. I love those. Especially when it's a good one. The 9/11 one freaked me out, though i was seven and slightly out of it, due to it being 6.30 in the mornig, and me being indundated by chicken pox itching.
This newsflash pissed my sister off though. She wanted to watch the Simpsons. Shame.

Well. Parents are home from Parent Teacher Interviews....
Let's see what was said..

Schkittles (Schwing!)

I heart Skittles.
My aunt sent us some Skittles from Hawaii.
They're weird.
There are Mango and Peach flavoured Skittles.
I wondered what else we were missing out on.
So I did some research.
There are NINETEEN different types of Skittles.
Of which we only get four.
There are very sad things going on in the world cette moment.

By the way, all go look at this. It makes me go larflarflarflarflarflarf.

And then I realise how sad I am.

Semi-dress window shopping this weekend hopefully.
*WISH* for something lovely and cheap...

Winter

Well. I hate having to stand under power lines and having water drip on my head. And down my neck. Ergh.
But I love sitting inside doing nothing and feeling warm.
And I hate house chapel...

But i love imaginarily going places, and making Madds imaginarily go places with the imaginary superjet pilot/driver Hans, and 'that band you like'. Wales was a blast. Next weekend, it's Singapore time. I don't know what you actually do in Singapore. It's like a stopover place. Nobody actually lives there. But I think it's like a cross between the West Midlands and Tokyo. At least, that's what my brain thinks. And we all know how reliable my brain is...

Disturbed Minds

come up with the best ideas during Chem. This is a homage to Ms Carson's great teaching skills.
What we did today contains
and
Yeah. It was epic. Though I do have to say, not as epic as the infamous Lifeskills playdoh crime scene. Zoe's missing out on so much.

I'm So RESOURCEFUL

Who gets the title?

Today, I stopped the spread of gossip in the people we know. I have found that a simple summary of points, followed by 'nyer nyer nyeer' does the trick. For example, said in an infantile manner, 'Sophie doesn't like me, nyer nyer nyeer'. That, of course, was merely an example, and I love Sophie, because she is cool. But yes, I now feel quite self-satisfied.
Whoop
I also emailed Zoe today, which was fun.
Whoop
And camp on Thursday.
Whoop
This blog is over.
Whoop
Almost
Whoop
Buh Bye
Whoop
Bæbæ

Sudden Death

Today, I realised how soon I'm gonna die. There is so much stuff in our fridge past its best by date. Like a little jap of blackberry-apple jam. And a slightly dented tin of peaches (actually, that's in the pantry, but whatever). And an awful lot of those little Maggi sachets of stuff for food making. Also in the pantry. Plus, until yesterday we had a dodgy-looking avocado, and a slimy, enbagged lettuce. But it's all gone now, and I am experiencing the kind of euphoria which only comes along after your mother goes down to the supermarket and buys lots of nice stuff, and you put it away and tie up all the plastic bags, which she didn't pay 5 cents for, and now every time you look in the pantry it's nice and well stocked, and there's so much fresh fruit in the fruit bowls that you know it's going to go slightly mushy before you can eat it all, but that doesn't matter cos right now there's so much fresh fruit there mmmm... I love that feeling. Don't you?

But now I am slightly vexed, because I can't find an author for a webpage, and so I'm having to go with 'Unknown Author', which sounds very vague, and I really hope it won't drop me to a Merit. And yes. I know I'm slightly perfectionisty. But whatever.

But I do have a visual source (it's a picture) and it's kinda disturbing me, cos it's got a guy with a really big stick hitting another guy, and he just looks like the kinda guy who could murder an awful lot of people, and I'm wondering where he is now, and whether or not he's gonna sneak up on me next time I'm out after dark... This assignment's making me paranoid. Not good.

And I havent ignored your serious blog, Sophie. I have been thinking/am thinking about this, okay? And though I am feeling slightly guilty for posting a non-serious blog just after your serious one, I do agree with you. I have noticed some of this, and I think, maybe we should mention it to the non-blogland people sometime soon..

Okeydokey, lasagne time for me, so hoşça kalın

Vermilion

Today's cool nerd thing is watching TV in other languages. It's more fun than watching movies, cos it can go on forever if you choose something with a disproportionate number of seasons, and because you learn an awful lot of terminology that you really didn't need to know, but which makes you feel super intelligent, because you know that if you wanted to, you could conduct a surgery in Iceland. Also, it's just really funny watching character's mouths be out of sync with their words. And its even funnier when they fire a dubber halfway through a season, so Chase goes from having a slightly higher than usual voice to having a voice like a gruff frog between episodes. I really want to know what happened between episodes.
Plus, subtitles are the awesome. More awesome than planks of macrocarpa, or David Tennant's quiff. And that's saying a lot.
Though, sadly, one loses the hilarity of accents. Take for example Chase, who en français sounds just like Foreman. How can I understand the Australian/British jokes now. I'm sure that to the trained ear, thee is a slight disparity between them. Or maybe, Chase sounds like a Belgian French speaker. Oooh, what scandal!
I am also enjoying Home Brand hard jube lollies. Go out and buy them, children! Eat till your teeth get sore.
I got the book, Fran. Cheers. And I know. I heart Paper Towns too. It shall be returned to Ella on Monday.