So, we had the “wedding”. It was as hilarious as I thought. Imagine a bunch of 15-year-olds, a slightly wonky chuppah held up with chairs and bits of wood, and a slightly bewildered Mrs Hibberd. Amazing.

I’m posting this from ScribeFire on Kubuntu. I just installed both today, so I’m having a good play. Kubuntu is pretty good - better than openSUSE in some ways, but not as good in others. Compiz doesn’t work, to start with, but the graphics drivers went in smoothly. The first major hitch I had was in convincing the computer to use both my screens at the proper resolutions - although my  primary one worked on it’s own, it reset itself to 640×480 when I turned on the other screen. Very odd. Eventually, though, with no small amount of beating, I got it working,

…we shall be staging a wedding in school.

Hilarity ensues.

It’ll only a fake one, mind, but it’s all for educational purposes. It will be funny as hell, though.

So here we go:

1. Write your own six word memoire.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want.

3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere

4. Tag at least five more blogs with links.

Nothing Ordinary, But Nothing Particularly Extraordinary.

Because I’m different, but not as different as my subconscious likes to tell me I am. Or anything else like that.

OK, I was tagged by Celery.

I tag… I dunno. Cherie, Brynne, and anyone else who comes here who hasn’t done it already.

Oh, and I will finish my theme eventually. I’ve been busy, plzkthx.

That’s one thing I’d love to be able to do: Tell stories, via word of mouth. They get something special added to them when told properly, and I would love to be able to captivate an audience with a story of love and woe. Or anything else, for that matter.

But then, I also know it’s a skill few possess properly, but I’d still like to try.

I think I learnt what the hell flirting is, yesterday - and I think I did it.

On a slightly less odd but even more surreal note, strange things always seem to happen on school trips. Specifically, on the bus home. Everyone gets more… open. Friendships are reconciled, or made, and truths come to light. Memories return and are seen in a new light.

I think it’s something to do with the night.

The school’s ski trip is leaving tomorrow. I’m not going on it, but some of my cloee friends are. And I am completely paranoid because of what happened two years ago on Saturday.

As many of you may know, my school suffered a large blow on the 11th Febuary 2006. The coach taking around 40 people sking in Austria broke down on a hard shoulder, and was then plowed into by an articulated lorry, early in the morning. Two or three people were injured… and one boy was killed. Although I didn’t know him myself, he was close to a lot of people. The garden outside the school stands as a tribute to him and other students.

The events unfolded to me as follows:
At roughly 9am, Rose told me over MSN about the crash. She linked me to an early article posted on a newspaper’s website, that said that someone had died, but could not name who. Other articles clashed and disagreed, and after a while, I was not sure what to think - I was very worried, as some of my friends were on the trip. It was a while before the truth finally revealed itself.
After this, I was extremely emotionally drained. I know that I was very snappy, and my moods swung around a lot. I had a whole week to wait before I could speak to anyone I know who were on the trip.
The day I returned to school was very tense. The tension in the school was stiflingly thick, and it was almost completely silent. (For a school of 1100 students, that’s saying a lot.). I remember the first person I spoke to was the organiser of the trip, and the man who had given first aid to the injured, Alan Jeffery. He will be engrained in my memory for ever more as one of the bravest men I know. Eventually the tension subsided slightly. Lessons continued as normal, although they were hushed.
The students on the trip all reacted differently. One girl was perpetually in tears, and another boy I know was completely calm. If this boy hadn’t been bending down, he would have been killed instead of Stuart. The fact that he was relatively unruffled by this experience stands as testamony to him.

The whole experience showed me that the nameless, the faceless, that you see on television and in newspapers, they’re all real people. And it’s always so, so hard when it happens to you - even if you were only part of the community and didn’t know any of the injured or dead yourself. Whenever I see news of a child’s death or other tragedies, I cannot help but spare a thought for all the family, friends, and other people in their communities, whose courage and determination in times of desperation could move mountains.

Do not forget those in need. Even if you don’t know or care, they still feel pain.

Or so Ben says. How and why he knows that is beyond me. I’m mainly posting just for the sake of posting.

So. What’s new with me? Well…

• Thyme2Sim is finally open (http://thyme2sim.com) - I’ve been building this website for two friends of mine for nearly 3 months.
• I’m back to school, naturally. And it’s getting harder. :P
• I have a Wii. And the Orange Box. And I fracking love them both.
• Danni just reminded me that I’m supposed to have a link to JNDHost somewhere. So I added it to the frontpage.
• Speaking of the front page, it’s due an update, seeing as that code is not mine, and I just threw it up so it had something on it that worked. I just haven’t had time due to Point 1 and Point 2.

But who cares? I’n having FUN.

Yup, it’s my birthday today. I’m 15, and today’s been fun. Apart from my French teacher singing to me (In French, obviously), it was good fun. I also got my first party invite in ages. (Several years, not counting Luke’s) Fun.

And yes, I am in a HELLUVA good mood. How’d anyone guess?

For some reason, I just have to be different. After all - there cab only be one Lighting Engineer.

We’re doing a play again at school. The Sound of Music, this year. (Anyone paying attention will have noticed that my school always does a play this time of year - look in the archive for proof :P ) Yet again, I’m doing lighting, and Tom is doing sound. This time, though, nothing seemed to go right. The lights weren’t plotted - a guy was meant to come in on Monday or Tuesday to do it, and he did not. Webnesday came around. He also did not show. My teacher (rightly) got rather irritated with this, and allowed us to turn them on and plot them ourselves. With a little fiddling, I did so. The next day, Thursday, he showed and faffed around for a bit - unable to fix our sound problem, he put some scenes into memory for us (thankfully, he didn’t screw that up too badly.) Today, we recieve the radio mics for the actors, which worked perfectly, and while setting those up, we fixed the sound problem as well. I’ve got the scenes written down now, so I know what to do. The acting and music side of things is brilliant. So everything finally comes together. No thanks to that electrician.

After school today, Tom asked me a question that really made me think - even though it was only a simple  and innocent question… if the prom were to be soon rather than next July, who would I ask? Naturally, I have to wonder who I’d ask… and it kinda struck me that like Ben said once:

 ”I can’t think of anyone  in this school who you really “click” with, if you know what I mean.”

He’s absolutely right. There is no-one at school who I really get on well with and share interests. Of course, it occurs to me now that 60-70% of the school have the same problem. You would never find a perfect match for anyone with only 160 people.

It’s still kinda depressing, though - it brings me nicely to what seems to be the case around here: I’m tolerated, not liked.

Jeez. My blog’s been up for exactly a year today. And it’s amazing I decided to check/post on it today.

So, naturally, this calls for a reminescence.  How much have I changed in a year, really? Probably a lot more than I can really think. I’m taller. My self of steam (to use a Hookism) is, if anything, even lower, and I’m moe cynical than before.

In material things, I completed my SATs. I did both of the theatre pieces (A Night at the Musicals, and The Tale of Two Hoods), so gained lighting experience.

I made friends… and lost some (fell out of contact). Luckily, I’ve never been the type to argue with my friends, thankfully.

More recently, I’ve gone downhill. To put it in the words of my French teacher, I’ve become way more “confrontational”, and gained an annoying disregard for authority. This has to stop, and I know it. “Beatings will continue until morale improves!”, as a certain Bunkerman would put it.

And yes. I still like Sarah. -banghead-