Erm…
It seems that my brother has fudged something up, the attributions of which remain unknown, rendering him morose and depressed.
‘Not you as well’ refers to him and our long term residing friend who seems to have broken up with a girlfriend and is very upset about it.
So there’s two young gentlemen in this household who are bringing the average mood level down, and it’s making me curious.
Sniff.
Point One. This ALAN, it’s not a person. It’s an exam (Adult Literacy and Numeracy). I took it back in December, and I passed first time. The reason I took it is rather complex. There are seven Maths sets in my school. Sets 1-4 have taken Higher tier Maths GCSE, while 5-7 would have taken the Foundation Tier. I was in set Four. But we took the Higher paper, which gave us a better chance of getting a C, though we may not pass because the maths in the Higher Tier is relatively hard from a Set 4 point of view. So, sets 3 and 4 took this ALAN test, which is worth a GCSE. The idea is to compensate for the GCSE that might have been lost in the Maths Higher Paper. So now to the principle. I was so happy, and so were my classmates, about taking this test. This test came as a good surprise. Now then, proficient set 1 and 2 decided to stick their oar in, and try to take this ALAN test. But a few have gone round annoyed that they have to go in for another exam. Not happy that they have been given an easy GCSE. And it’s not the fact that they have the upper hand again that severely annoys me, but the fact that some are decrying ALAN as a waste of time. Ha, but of course they’re still going to take it. The moral of this rant is: Never dismiss an opportunity that you weren’t entitled to before.
Point Two. Last night we had this rather strong bout of rain, which was nice to sit awake and listen to it at midnight. I don’t know, there’s something comforting about listening to rain from indoors. Hmm.
Point Three. There are few usable glasses in the house, possibly because some of them are broken.
Point Four. I have bought Ben Goldacre’s book Bad Science, and I hope that he doesn’t mind that I give him a paragraph, albeit a very unseen paragraph. Erm, so far I have read up to page 27, and I’ve already learnt about ‘detox’ baths, Hopi ear candles (which sound quite painful) and crafty sales pitches disguised as science. I’m looking forward to the next two-hundred-odd pages. Most of the ‘treatments’ that are investigated in the book are often clever, I’ll give them that, but deceptive and unsatisfying; and since one might pay £10 for one of these odd jiggery- pokery sessions, damaging to the pocket. And jeez, Brain Gym is just total woo. There’s not much you can say about schools’ money being spent on silly exercises when all you really need is water, food and regular breaks. And, erm, I think I’ve done quite well on just that.
Not as hot as yesterday, as per mentioned, but fairly moderate.
Now then n0w then now then, it’’s the day of my Listening exam!
Biscuits.
that I am currently redoing the design for my blog. Please bear with me while dysfunctional graphics or runaway widgets get fixed. Thank you 
and it’s extraordinarily hot here at Crunchynut headquarters. In fact so hot, the mercury in the thermometer is literally over 20 degrees. What?!?!!? you may say, if you’ve heard about the disgraceful climate we have, but yes, indeed it is true.
So then, never mind about the idle chit chat, we have more important matters to attend to, namely a French listening paper tomorrow, which I can say, is not the most of my worries at the present, but probably will be tomorrow when I’m scared to the bone. I will, though, make matters of revising tonight. Our residing friend Girik has to go in normal time tomorrow because he was a silly person and took History. On the other hand, however, me and Liam will go in at lunch, so is our wisdom d’edudie le langue Francais. (Probably doesn’t make grammatical sense.)
Anyway, I will sit here for the moment and leaf through my French revision guide.
C’est la vie. Supposedly.
Alright I will stop talking now
Au revoir
… can go and stick itself in the sticking place.
Currently I’m doing half hourly strikes of maths and english, inbetween little breaks. This is a break.
Aaaaaagggghhhh!
See Crunchynut Gallery for a few pictures of my Dad’s recent gig.
Hello there person. I am back after a long stint of blogging laziness. I am now 16! How about that? I can now pay taxes and play the lottery. I would mention the other thing but this is a family blog so maybe not.
I’ve got a large bag of linkage to go ahead and tell you about so that’ll be the first thing I do when I’ve finished revision for my GCSEs. But yes. And that’s all for now.
I’m having the green one.
I’m diabetic, so to get one of these is like catching gold-dust, what with the NHS funding and all. Anyway, I’m excited, and I’m to be trained and fitted with the pump from the 19th to the 21st November with two other kids my age. The Hillingdon Hospital is opening up a pump clinic, because otherwise you had to go up Northwick Park to get this done, I think, and people weren’t TOO happy with that.
It should make my sugar levels better. I’m told not to expect an overnight change, which I’m not, but my sugar levels are awful at the moment, so anything that makes them better is absolutely welcome.
I was opposed to the pump a year ago, as you have to have it connected day and night, and was worried that I’d pull it, and I was a bit squeamish about the whole thing. Now, I can’t wait for the thing to be put on.
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I’m sitting here on a Sunday (before going back to school after half term) looking out towards Heathrow, and I can see planes taking off in the distance, and I’m thinking… I want to be on that plane. Then planes coming in to Heathrow, and thinking… why are you coming HERE? Of any place you could go, why here? I should be doing English homework. I WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE! I’m melancholic, I guess.
Have a good week
Crunchynut
I told my mum and dad about my last practice essay before the trial trial exam for English.
I got an E, not a pass.
I boosted my coursework level to an A recently.
Sure wish I hadn’t dropped that bombshell.
FIRST!
My dog (Kipper):
This is my dog
…barks a lot. And today we put a few nuts and bolts inside a can, to stop him barking, and you rattle it hard so as to end his woofing.
I did this tonight.
And as Kipper walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.
