So since yesterday I’ve gotten six new followers, and nearly 100 views today (admittedly three of them were my own – but they were all accidental I promise)!
Thanks to mushroomsup from Funny For Nothing, because I really wasn’t expecting it, or its repercussions. Or it could be a coincidence. But I don’t think so. Thanks to all my followers so far, and the people who read my blog. I think a few days ago I manually changed every post on my blog to only show an excerpt instead of the whole thing so I could get more views because I wasn’t quite happy with the blog’s growth. Now I feel really guilty! -_-
This was just a quick update. Thanks again everyone! I’m not sure how many of you followers actually read my blog, but I’m grateful nonetheless.
I have just been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award! This is my first award, so I am ecstatic! Thanks a lot to mushroomsup at Funny for Nothing, who nominated me! Funny for Nothing is a really funny blog. As in, having an asthma attack funny. So, the fact I was nominated by her is very flattering! Continue reading
Note: A lot of these dreams will make no chronological sense. Like, one second I’m me, the next I’m in army clothes. Please, bear with me. The dreams themselves are organized in the order I had them, so the dreams I had as a young child are first. These dreams are pretty weird. Just saying. This is a similar idea to a post done by Opinionated Man, which I can’t remember the name of.
Scenario 1: I have just been born. I scream or think “I’m alive!”. I promptly jump off the delivery bed and start crawling around the labour room. Nobody can catch me. I must have been a fast baby.
Please, ignore the food bit!
I have definitely experienced all of these situations, apart from #2 and #20 which I have witnessed – although I probably have said YOLO once or twice. :) When I get 30 followers, I will try and add ten more… not all of these are necessarily awkward, but you can laugh at them anyway, so who cares? ;) Continue reading
It is now less till a week to my birthday. This is shown by the widget over to the right of the screen, which you should be eagerly watching. If you haven’t put it in your diary, shame. Shame on you. ;) Just kidding. But please, check in on August 1.
One of the more arduous tasks of having a birthday is choosing your presents. This is easy enough if you genuinely want something with all your heart. Like happiness. Or true love. Or snow. But there don’t appear to be any shops in the United Kingdom that sell these things, and who knows how these presents could be wrapped, so people generally ask for more material things.
Do you remember when you were young? No, when you were really young. Wishing, if you’re my age, that CBeebies would show your birthday card on television, or hopefully anticipating their latest magazine? Gazing, if you’re older than me, at the two hours of children’s television shown on BBC 1 and 2?
However old you are, this is a look at those programs that defined my childhood.
So I did a number of things with the blog.
For one, I changed the longer posts (not the shorter ones) so that not everything is shown at once on the home page. This is partly for me, and partly for you. For one, my blog doesn’t seem to be getting much attention, which makes me annoyed. I think part of the reason for this is that, if you want to, you can view every post in my blog in one view. It doesn’t seem right. The other part of the reason is that my posts aren’t good enough? :P I prefer to blame it on the first option, but as much as I hate to admit it, it’s in all probability mainly the latter.
I also updated the About page, which was kind of out-dated. For one, it stated this was just a technology blog, which is misleading (if anything it’s 80% ramblings and 20% technology!). I also added some info on the Tech Battles and Operation Toothpaste, so people can easily pick up.
On a side note… one week until my birthday! LFADSKJHLKJHFL!!!! I need to decide what I want, this will be a trickie…
First up: I moved back into my room today. Yay!
Why did you move out? I hear cry. Construction? New sibling? You were on holiday?
Well no, not exactly… I had been tidying out my two big boxes of paper. Perhaps you don’t understand the significance of this. Everything goes into these boxes… As usual, I sorted the content into piles, got bored, and just left the piles lying around. The clincher is that one of them was on my chair, and with no chair, I couldn’t write in my room… so I went downstairs. My laptop had already been brought down so I followed it.
Blogging downstairs hasn’t been a problem, but editing my story has. I’ve realised that I hate editing, and even more downstairs, where it’s either too noisy or too hot… all the time. Hopefully, now I’ve got back into my room, I can crack down.
And on that note…
It’s time for my review of the book Noughts and Crosses, by Malorie Blackman! Not the game. Nope. You’re thinking of the game. Stop. This is a depressing, dystopian, novel. Not a children’s game.
Turn on the news right now. I dare you. Or take one look at a tabloid. You’ve been putting it off, I understand. Royal Baby Mania (or RBM) is spreading like a hybrid of the plague and Bieber Fever, and you most certainly do not want to catch it. But you’re simply putting off the inevitable.
There is no vaccine to what is otherwise known as acting-like-an-over-protective-mother-even-though-you-are-not-related-to-the-royal-baby syndrome (people generally prefer RBM). Your only hope is to lock your doors, close your windows, break your phone, dislocate your television, eat your Apple products, and purposefully unleash a virus onto your computer by delving into the dark alleyways of the internet…
But not before you’ve read this post. ;)
So, Kate Middleton has just gone into labour at the time of writing. The royal baby is patiently sitting in the womb, taking it’s own time, unaware that people are betting on his/her weight, hair colour, and name.
Jeez guys, give the baby a break. Maybe if she/he wasn’t so pressurised, he/she would come out sooner…
Let’s get this straight. Not knowing the baby’s gender makes it hard to write about him/her, so from now on, I’m just going to refer to the baby as ‘he’ – even if ‘he’ turns out to be a girl. Got it? No offence taken? Ok, let’s carry on then.
What you may not know is that it is also my older sister’s birthday. Her sixteenth to be precise. Sixteen years waiting for a royal baby to have the same birthday as her… and now. Finally. Her wish has been granted.
Me: So please baby – take your time, but don’t stay in their for another day. It’s painful for Kate, and it’s disappointing for my sister.
Joe. (I’m betting it will be born with a monocle and a top hat. No one believes me…)