Let Them Eat Cake!

Well, hello, hello, hello. (You have to say that like Jim Carrey does in A Series of Unfortunate Events. God, I love those books. If you haven't saw it, it's the first clip in this video.)

I felt the need to talk to you guys. I was writing, or trying to at least, when I was just like "I'm going to post a blog". I have some things I want to talk about.

1. I think my school is plotting something.

I don't know whether I mentioned this in my last post or not, so I'll say it again. Last weekend, was a four day weekend. For my school, at least. Now, I didn't pay much attention to this at the time, because, I'm a kid who didn't have to go into school for four days in a row, which means school was the last thing on my mind. No, I didn't notice anything suspicious at first at all. But then, yesterday, something happened. Something strange. Something that hasn't happened in the other three years I've been at my school. They gave us free cake. And it actually tasted nice. It was delicious, and had purple icing and a little blob of butter-creamy-stuff on the top. We ate that cake. We ate that cake like there was no tomorrow! Or rather, we ate that cake like tomorrow was a day in which we would not get free cake, which was true.
After school, I was telling my parents about the free cake. And then I remembered the weekend. The four day weekend. Why, all of a sudden, were they being so nice? My school isn't nice!
The first thing I thought was that they were planning to murder all of our pet fishies, but then I realised that this was silly, because my fish is a genius (I swear to God, he is, I'll explain another time), and he probably has water lazer things hidden at the bottom of his tank. I don't know what they're planning, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be bad. Really bad.
But I would enjoy more four day weekends and free cake. Hinthint, winkwink.

2. Kate and I wrote a HP story...in IT
Well, not so much wrote, as thought one up. We didn't actually write it down.
It sounds so much funnier in the voices we use, but I can't describe them. We'll have to make a video some time.
It goes like this;
"One day Harry was going to the shop to buy some milk, when he came across a confunded Ron.
Ron was wondering why his packet of Fizzing Whizzbees would not open.
Then Dumbledore came with some big magical scissors."
Then we forgot to make up the rest.

3. Finding an outlet for my creative energy!
So, as you probably know, I have agreed to take part in NaNoWriMo this year. Because of said commitment, I'm not starting writing any stories until November, which means I have all these creative juice making my brain all flooded.
I finished re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last week or something, and I came on here, and felt all Harry Pottery, so I decided to do what Kate does, and read some fanfiction.
I stick to Marauders era stuff, because I think it's a lot better than Harry era stuff. The Marauders are my favourite characters (minus Peter, of course!), and I love how everything was before Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of 'em even existed, so I figured, 'Hey, I'll try my hand at writing a Marauders story'.
It started off really well, but this brings me on to my next point...

4. Writers Block! Eek, no!
I want to keep up this story, because I have it planned out. I have this really good idea (which I shall not reveal just yet), and I really want to write it, but I'm a bit stuck. The first two chapters went really well, and were really easy to just keep at, I'd sit here for ages, typing and typing and typing, but now I need something to happen, and we're not ready for any of the big stuff yet. I can see little clips in my head, but I'm not quite sure how to get to those little clips. It's like when you're playing Jak and Daxter, and there's an orb or something on top of a cliff, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get him to jump onto it! /Relives this moment from Jak and Daxter and shudders.

I don't know whether any of you guys would want to read this story, but if you do, just say so in the comments and I'll post a link to it. But I'm not going to update until I'm perfectly happy with the chapter, because if people are taking the time to read my writing, the least I can do is make sure it's decent.


I'm off to battle with the goblin that's guarding my creativeness. Goodbye, for now.

-Caitlin

Belgian Detectivey-Type People Shouldn't Die.

It's kind of hard for me to keep up this blog, because everything I'd talk about, I try to remember to talk about on Tuesday, for BEDFAY. I really wish my life was super interesting (to anyone but me), but the really funny, smart, unique things that happen, I want to talk about on BEDFAY.

Here's some things that have happened since my last post;
-I had an imaginary baby, named Wesley, with my friend Fay (we had to, in biology).
-I realised how much I hate physics, but it might be because of my teacher; I didn't mind it as much last year, with a different teacher.
-I tried (and failed) to convince my parents to take me to the HP themepark next year.
-My mother and I decided that we'd choose eye patches over glass eyes because they're so much cooler.
-I found out that Agatha Christie wrote a book were Poirot dies, and was sad for 3 days afterwards.
-I started reading Lord of the Flies in English (for pleasure, according to Mr.Uglow, "we won't be doing any written work on this". Shall post a blog on whether or not I liked it when we finish).

I'd say more, but Criminal Minds is coming on now, and as you may or may not know, it is my absolute favourite programme and I am completely in love with Spencer Reid and Matthew Gray Gubler.

I love you for reading this, I'm sorry it's not longer.

-Caitlin

I Didn't Break My Promise...

My laptop broke. Chyea, I know, it did it just to spite me!
See, it's kind of saying it's turned on but it just...won't turn on. I should have it by next week. I'm on the really old, thick, horrible one, but it has internet that's quick enough now, MSN and I think it has some music, and if not, MySpace and Youtube are available.

So, Summer was...nothing happened, but it was great. I went to Wales for a day on...on a day a few weeks ago. My grandparents just bought a caravan, so we went up there. I love the colour of Wales. I love how green everything is, and how you can only go about 2 minutes without seeing some animals. I love how close the sea is. I love looking at the hills and the mountain. The site my grandparents caravan is gorgeous. It's surrounded by fields and hills, and they have llamas on the field behind the site, and horsies and a pony and sheepsies right next to it.

The weather went pretty suckish when Kate got back from Crete, so we didn't get to go out together, but we're going to see 500 Days of Summer soon. We were going to go this week, but I had to spend money on credit because school started again today (I know, on a Friday...weird), and if I miss the bus or anything, I need to be able to ring my mum, and I was getting pretty sick of having to just wait around for people to come online if I wanted to speak to them rather than being able to text them.

So, yeah, school again now. Wonderful. One thing I say every year is "I'm going to do homework on the night it's set, instead of waiting until the last minute", and I always do...for about a week, but this year, I've got to start being organized. Starting GCSE's, NaNoWriMo, BEDFAY (I love how about the last three things I've typed my computer is like 'THEY'RE NOT REAL WORDS, FIX IT, FIX IT!'), and I'm actually going to learn to play my guitar this year, hopefully. My guitar is electric, and his name is Billy, and I really want an acoustic guitar. Thing is, I've decided not to waste any money on an acoustic one until I can play Billy. Sigh. Oh, I drank all my Dr.Pepper. I'm sad now.

I did watch A Very Potter Musical for the first time this Summer though. Actually, about 7 times. In two days. Caitlin has such an amazing life.

-15 minute break...I didn't go anywhere, I just stopped typing-

Right, errr...I think I'll go draw or write or something. Or pick up Billy and start learning. Jeeves, my house is boiling!

Tuhtar, dear Reader.

-Caitlin