The Black Hole in my House

You see, I have this watch. A digital one that I happen to love. I wore it everyday, always fiddling with it. I took it off for PE, then back on as soon as I was in the changing rooms. It was probably one of my favourite possessions. One day I took it off because I had hurt my wrist and put the watch on the table. I forgot to put it back on until the next morning. It wasn't on the table and I had to wear this weird analogue watch with hands. After school, I searched the entire house for my watch, but I couldn't find it. I searched my bag and my jewellery box, but nothing. I have been looking for it for the past month, but I can't find it. I have developed a theory. Things always go missing in my house, so I have began searching for a black hole. It's the only thing I can come up with. There is no other explanation. Well, maybe the stuff is under the couch, but I've checked there 10 times. I knew I should have put a tracking device on it.

Parents Night

Oh. My. God. Why is Mr MacDonald doing this to me? I've never been more scared in my life. Do you want to know why? Are you sure? It may terrify you as much as it terrifies me. You sure you want to read this? I know, get on with it. Ok, here goes. My science teacher, Mr MacDonald, told me and my mum that I was good at all the sciences on Parents Night on Tuesday night. Now that's not too bad, but what he said next is horrific. He asked me what my favourite science is. Now, being the polite person I am, I said I enjoyed them all. Instead of accepting the compliment like any other person, he told me that it didn't make the decision of choosing a science any easier. I'm so scared.

Yesterday was my last day as a first year. Tuesday will be my first day as a second year. I cannot believe how excited I am. But I've only just memorized my timetable. But there is one thing I want as part of my uniform next year. Trousers with pockets. Oh yeah. Pockets.

A out.

Friday 13th

I hate this day for too many reasons than I should. For starters I nearly broke my fist. The reason why is rather amusing. I decided to punch my friends bag, nearly making him fall over. Then, I punched lilmizzkatz-stuffs bag, and caused her a bit of pain. Then I punched my first friends bag again, caused him pain, and caused myself pain. I punched the zip on his bag, and scraped my fist. It hurt. A lot. I thought I broke my knuckle. I didn't.

It took me way too long to get home from school. There are too many cracks on the pavement. I think I stood on a few cracks.

A out

Acapella(?)

I know, random title, but I've just finished watching Britain's Got Talent, and Out of the Blue were awesome. I've never really heard that type of thing before, and I think it sounds amazing. It was hard to believe that they had no instuments, and making it funny just made the act that much better. They were probably my favourite act this week, by far. I mean, come on, a good singing group- ok, but a funny, sophisticated singing group- oh my god.

I liked that girl at the beginning with the snake. The poem was really good, and she nearly gave Amanda Holden a heart attack with the snake. Ant telling the judges to hurry up was hilarious, shouting that she had a snake around her neck particularly. I was trying not to laugh when the girl said that the snake's name was Lucy. I don't know why, though. I kept imagining Lucy saying "ignore the name, I can still rip your head off your neck."

I guess that this is not too bad for a first blog. I hope to write one every so often, and I hope my friends will read this.

A out.