Week five

Mornings,

Well this week I've tried fish fingers and custard. Yay, it actually wasn't too bad, but no one wanted the remaining custard after we'd dunked fish fingers in it... Oh well.  I had a dream last night that my old English teacher was shouting at me because I didn't know how to use the word count feature on word... which is weird because I do know how to use word count and I doubt she'd start shouting at me in the Library.

I went to the Birmingham Uni open day this week, and it was alright. It remains in its previous spot as third choice. On the way home the sat nav was playing up, apparently there is a KFC, in the middle of a field near Corby...? Oh, and I got a free bag from the uni, but it says university of Birmingham on it... it smells funny.

I tested out my costume for Professor Trelawney, because I'm going to a Harry-Potter-marathon-watching-spree-movie-day-thing. It looks good, except I don't have the glasses, so I drew a pair on in eyeliner. It looked good until I tried to take it off and looked like I hadn't slept all week.

And, I've also managed to almost complete my Unova region pokedex on White, except I need to exchange a Rufflet for a Vullaby. Anyone want to trade?

For now,

Ankh

A theory of the doctors name

Mornings,

I have a theory. That might not actually work out because I haven't worked it through yet. But for this theory to work all TV shows are actually about the same reality, eg, Torchwood and the rifts are actually the same as the anomalies in Primeval.

Anyway. In Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, the computer Deep Thought was programmed by the hyper intelligent pan dimensional beings to create the ultimate answer to the ultimate question of life the universe and everything. And after however many millions of year, or seven and half million, the answer was fourtytwo.

Now, although Deep Thought created another computer to work out the question of life the universe and everything; and Arthur Dent, by the very scientific way of picking Scrabble pieces came out with the question being what is six times nine... the uncertainty principle rules out that 54 could be the answer.

Therefore if all TV shows are some kind of glimpse into some kind of parallel world, that is secretly influences all writers... then the ultimate question, the question hidden in plain sight, the question that must be met with silence, could therefore by the uncertainty principle be, fourtytwo. And therefore the Doctor's name is fourtytwo.

Or I could just have an overactive imagination.

Enjoy.

For now,

Ankh.

Uncertainty principle, if the question and answer are ever both known in the same universe, then the universe will be destroyed an replaced by something even more bizarre.

The day that never ends

Morning,

Well I'm currently bored out my mind sitting in my room, raining outside, wondering what can I do for my next blog. I want to talk about interesting things, but my best idea at the moment is a blog about how great A3 paper is... yep I think the Muses are on holiday.

I reading my way though Northern Lights, I don't really understand it, but hey its alright. It's the first time I've read it, but I have seen the film. I don't really know what to make of it, I've just got to the bit in the Fens... woop for the Fens :D... I hope things get explained fairly soon or I may put it down for Across the Wall.

I'm really excited for the next episode of Doctor Who, I was never really into it before, because - don't hate me - but I really don't like David Tennent. But have started watching my way though the old episodes. My theories are;

That River Song either kills the Doctor, or she may kill Rory.

The Doctor that was killed by the Astronaut could be a ganger... but that would need an explanation of why he didn't turn into white slime.

I think that River Song is the child that was in the astronaut suit... but she might not be because she didn't seem to recognise the suit when it was found empty... therefore it might be her.

I'm also really disappointed because I wanted a top from dA, but after googling how long it would take for it to be sent from the US to the UK... I decided I didn't want to wait, but now I'm stuck in a kind of disappointment, because I washed both of my parents cars to get the money... and now no reward. But Mum is taking me to London next Wed, so hopefully I can find something to buy (in all of London) to make up for it.

I've also decided that I'm not taking English Lit for A2, which means I don't have to read Frankenstein. Got to say that’s a bit of a relief... I'm about half way through and if I said I hated it, that wouldn't be a hyperbole. It's so painfully dull, it just goes on and on, and I lost the will to care shortly after I turned the front cover. And it also means I won't have to do English coursework... YAY! I was going to drop Politics... but hey, there be dragons.

Hope this has been slightly entertaining.

For now,

Ankh.