I literally

Can't blog for long today.

I had a jab done today, and I don't think I have the patience level to type with just one hand for a somewhat longer blog.

So again I'll post a list of things I wish to talk about. God, I don't think I'd be a good leader, anyone else agree?

1) iPad.
2) School can be really thing, they don't give long enough notices, or they just leave you confused for weeks and then two days before a coursework deadline they tell you to do something else.
3) Oral Exams: Welsh.
4) Jabs.


Okay, so that's it for now.
I have to go to bed early has I have school in the morning. I know, on a Saturday, it's criminal, right?


But it's a revision day and I can't miss it.


Night! See you tomorrow.

I totally forgot

About blogging today, so I'm sorry that this won't be a long blog. Again.

I have noticed that I'm sorta falling into some sort of pattern with all this stuff, but today, even though I almost forgot about blogging, I remember from earlier only planning on posting my English Lang coursework for y'all to see anyway.

But first let my put my points up...

1) iPad.
2) School can be really thing, they don't give long enough notices, or they just leave you confused for weeks and then two days before a coursework deadline they tell you to do something else.
3) Oral Exams: Welsh.


Okay, so that's what I want to talk about next blog, but for now, you have my English Language work to deal with. (Awaits for it to decide to respond to her needs.... MS just doesn't like me sometimes...)

The body of a young man lay on the sterile table on the left hand side of the large room. Cold room, to be honest with you. Saying it was shredded would be an understatement. That’s my job; my job is to find out who did it? What did it? How? And when? I hate my job sometimes. It’s the same thing everyday. Look at this body here. Look at this body there. Body this. Body that. I could write a novel just on these damned bodies.

         To work. Scratches along upper arm. Blood still dripping from the wound slowly. Animal attack? Possibly. He was found on the outskirts of town not two hours ago. Stab wounds to the lower abdomen. Human? An animal can’t grip a knife. The wound was done with the precision of a psychopath. I could see right through to the organs.

         Internal bleeding. From stab wounds. Or perhaps a beating before? Human? More than likely. There’s too much blood to determine. Fracture to the left ankle. Escaping? Something must have been terrifying. I pity the man. This was not a quick death. It was slow, painful and torturous. He probably had a full life ahead of him. Fate obviously had other plans.

         Cut to the upper half of the left eyebrow. Probably from a fall. I don’t even know his name. I never know their names. Skin temperature? Getting colder. Blood running from the mouth. No tongue. Human? I’m pretty sure an animal can’t cut out a guys tongue.

         Teeth? Fine. If you count being soaked in crimson red blood fine. Eyes? Dilated. Ears? Upper half of the left year is missing, done with a sharp object, it’s a clean cut, just sliced all the way through, and it was just chopped off. Psycho. But a trained psycho, you don’t get too many of them anymore. They usually leave a good path to be found. Some of them like the chase. It gives them a thrill. Or so the TV tells me. That could be the reason for the fall. Skin? Pale. Paler than a ghosts behind. Skull? Blood at the back of the skull. Fractured in many places. Was the poor guy dead before any of this happened? I can’t imagine the horrors of something like this happening.

         Were there any witnesses? He might have been moved. If so, where does he come from? Who is he? Who are his parents? God, there are just so many questions.

         Hands? Right index finger is missing, done with a sharp object, maybe a doctor’s knife, a scalpel is it? This shows clearly the person knows what he’s doing when it comes to taken apart the human body, but what else does it say about the person behind it? He obviously takes care to get everything right. This has to be the work of a deranged human being. But who? How? How did no one notice? He doesn’t look homeless. Unless homeless people are clean-shaven these days.

         Thighs? Minor scrapes. Nothing major. He must have been kidnapped. There are bruises. Hand marks on the upper arms. Fading. A sickly yellow-green colour. I’d say about two, three days old, judging by the fading.

         Legs? Minor scraped. A long gash running down the right leg. A healing wound. Two days old, guessing of course, it looks like it was done with knife, it’s jagged in places, this person is obviously not knew to the trade.. Fractured ankle. Left? Okay.

         Feet? Fine. Minor bruising, but fine. Excellent in comparison to the rest of him. I’ve got nothing on the pale dark-haired man. The more you find, the less you know. I’ve ruled out the possibility of an animal attack. An animal would not have done something so masterfully.

         This person has done it before, it was done too precisely, and it was planned too inconspicuously. It was done too easily; there are no screw-ups, no clear track on how things went on there, nothing. He or she, of course isn’t new to slaughtering people like rabid animals. Who would have done it? A rivalry? Who am I kidding? We’re not in the dark ages anymore. Christ. To think there’s someone who could have planned all this. It’d need to be someplace rural. Out of sight. You had to be someone normal on the outside.

         So who? There aren’t many suspects to go on. Where could they have done it? It can’t have been in broad daylight. How could we not have noticed someone had gone missing? Could it have been the parents? Was he a runaway? An orphan? No family? A family that doesn’t care enough? That still doesn’t answer the question of who did it.

         The way it was done. It’s almost ritualistic like in a non-ritualistic way. It was torture, that’s what it was. How could anyone be so sadistic? Twisted?

         Who? The question is plaguing me. It’s not my job to ask the questions. I’m only here for the analysis of assumptions. I’m supposed to guess the course of action.

         I can make an assumption here after thoroughly checking the body. The kidnapping must have taken place at night. He would obviously need to be unconscious to go willingly; he would not have made a sound. Nothing much, nothing significant happened for the first few days. He was beaten, which might have led to the internal bleeding, and a long gash was created along the right leg. And have his ear was cut off.

         Of course, this is only an assumption. He’s not going to jump up and give me the answer. How could people never notice is absence is beyond me.

         He could have tried to escape. Hence the fall. The captor got angry. Lost control and before he knew it, the man was dead, panicked and threw him on the outskirts of this town. It was a tragedy of course.

         Someone he knew could have done it. A family member. The joys of family. Mine always seem a little more psychopath than others. I mean, who else would be in this depressing and dank industry?

         He would have gone willingly if it was someone he knew. Someone he trusted. So who would have done it? Without knowing who he is I can’t make a decent judgement on who could have done it. Maybe there’s a history of schizophrenia in the family and the family member flipped out.

         I don’t recognise him and I know more or less most people in the neighbourhood. A city man? Possibly. It could be the reason why no one noticed his absence. I hear city folk go missing all the time. He might not even be from this country. Could he be on holiday? His family probably think he’s fine and dandy, ‘getting the perfect tan’.

         Maybe we should put a notice out the this boy was found brutally murdered. The police don’t want it to get out. It’s a secret. Could someone from the police have done it? The police are known for secrets. Technically, is it a secret if people know about it? The police themselves aren’t looking too far into the cause. There are no fingerprints on any of his clothes. No ID was found on him. Something a sticky fingered policeman on the job could have easily taken before someone found out whom the boy is. I didn’t know the police went that far to get rid of someone. That’s the last thing I trust my local police with.

         Now that will put a shiver of fear down your spine. The policemen doing it, of course.

         So essentially, it’s been put down to three different types of people with numerous different scenarios. This man is a mystery. It would be helpful if I knew his name. His hometown. His family. Especially who did it? It’s always about the murders. Why can’t people just live? Damned people.

         I don’t personally understand the thinking. People, honestly. So who did it?

Anyway, that's all from me. Hope you enjoyed. I'm thinking of posting this on fictionpress too to see what kind of response I get....

Night!

I'm sure I've...

Pulled a muscle in my shoulder. Or done something real bad to my shoulder for it is painful. I can barely move it. I'm struggling to write my blog now.

I can already hear the sounds of protest....

So like last week, I'm starting to build a point list on what I would like to talk about tomorrow which probably won't be answered formally until like next Sunday or what not.

1) iPad.
2) School can be really thing, they don't give long enough notices, or they just leave you confused for weeks and then two days before a coursework deadline they tell you to do something else.

So far that's all I have, but I'm sure I'll have other things to talk about when the time comes.

Anyway, to leave on a happy note before I say night.

I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED DOWN IN GWYR! Glad to get that off my chest. Of course, until next year, but it's a start, right?

I love how I've griped about it all year. It's great, isn't it? Well obviously not for the people on the receiving end, but oh well.

I'm done there for a while and that's all I need to know.

Night!

Told ya I'd finish on a good note.

My shoulder is totally killing me.....

Due to the fact

That I have no life, like usual I don't really have a lot to talk about.

One thing that is really annoying me at the moment is the fact that I have to repeat certain things to one of my friends in particular and even then she finds it difficult to understand why I did such a thing. Like take today for instance. I told her I would have to invite Rhiannon to my sisters party because it would be fair on her and I couldn't leave her out, I'm not that heartless. But she continued for like an hour to probe me on the effect of my decision and tell me that if I didn't want her there I didn't have to invite her.

Though, technically, the answer will always be Yes, I do have to invite her because no matter how much she dislikes the fact, Rhiannon is still technically my friend and I don't disinvite friends. It's just rude and cruel and I'm not that kind of person. So, you know where I'm coming from?

She even tried to uninvite Rhiannon from Jordan's celebration party for coming first. She said some things along the lines of being boring and not being a good enough friend for going there. She did not even take into account that Rhiannon has probably been to more of dance practice than Jordan, and even though I'm not one to admit it, but Rhiannon was supportive and to not invite her but to invite the whole of the dance crew just seems to unlikely to me. It seems cruel and unjust. People just need to grow up.

Moving on to a happier topic. The last topic before I say goodnight. I'm like obsessed with this fanfiction called Weak by loosedefence. It's a Danny/Dash fanfiction on the Danny Phantom archive. So far it's been really, really good, but I have a long way to go. Hopefully it'll be amazing. That's the kind of thing I think that drives me towards Danny Phantom fanfictions. Danny Phantom itself, though a cartoon has it's dark moments, is well developed and an enjoyable series, which leads to amazing fanfictions. You just have to look out for them for some of them written by preteens with bad grammar (I also admit to being one of these in the beginning, luckily, I got better, right?), but when you look into some, you can see the hardwork and the love of writing. Seriously, there are some fanfictions should change the characters and just get them published, they would be a hit!

Anyway, time seems to have passed me by. I shall see you tomorrow night, where I shall promptly complain, or cry in happiness on my trip to Gwyr tomorrow. (It's the last one until September!)

Night!

Wow, I think this is the most I have TYPED in a blog for a long time now. At least it ain't pictures, right? I must look really insecure asking questions all the time...

Another Photo Montage

I know, I know.

Seriously this is just a quick device to get a blog up instead of having all the 'I'm sorry I lost track of time excuse'. So I'll show you what currently resides on my desktop. It's not much, but hopefully it'll be interesting enough to keep you all entertained. Just imagine, if I sell a bestselling novel I could put like random crap on here like book tour photos and such. Of course, it's not crap, it would be amazing to actually get that far in my writing career.

Obviously I have high hopes.

So on with the show!

Now this one is cool, don't you think? Obviously, I'm not the artist. Kudos to the artist though. It's an amazing picture.

Obviously you can tell I couldn't get that last picture right at all. It took me three attempts. I wanted to show it to you because of the title of the book. It says 'Romance for the Rich Creepy Dimwits'. It's quite funny.

Anyway, I hope I didn't bore you all with Social Distortion covers and Danny Phantom pictures and for any of you that pay attention I've posted some of these pictures before. I needed to fill space.

Night!

I posted a long blog yesterday...

So it only leads to the fact that this is probably going to be a short blog too.

So there's only a few things on my mind at the moment.
1) Danny Phantom
2) School
3) The Bac
4) Monsters of Men
5) Iron Man
6) Music
7) Twitter.
8) Exams
9) Job

Yeah, not much, right?

Well, I'm only really going to be talking about one thing today and that's Monsters of Men. So I kinda forgot to mention yesterday that I bought the third and final installment to the Chaos Walking series by Patrick Ness.

The one and only problem is, I bought it yesterday but it's not supposed to be out until tomorrow.

Not that I'm complaining or anything. I think it's great that I got the  book probably way before others did. But the only problem I have is that I never seem to find the time to read it. The Chaos Walking series is a series that so far I've loved to read slowly, where I love to absorb like every fine detail of the book. So finding that time in a time like this is really impossible. Between school work, revision, school, job hunting and watching Danny Phantom I don't have enough time to do anything.

So I'll give it about two weeks minimum before I finish reading them. Since I'm on study leave two weeks from today.

And before I leave on this randomly short, and pointless, might I add, blog. I have one thing to say, well two technically, but I find this one to be of more importance. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IN 3 WEEKS. In three weeks I'm finally turning 17. How great is that? Not really, actually, I just feel all the more older.

But moving on, G'Night!

Finally getting around to my blogging.

I know I've been planning to do this blog for like days now, and I've finally arranged some time to do it all.

So, first course of action. *Opens up actual blog to see her list* A certain friend.

Okay, so this one is a bit old now, so putting it into words is going to be quite difficult. This friend, that's not the friend I spoke of (Rhiannon) before, she's the one that I will go to the ends of the earth for, because you know, that's what friends do for each other. As of late, she's been quite annoying. I know all friends have their annoying sides, but this one is really grating on my nerves. She got on my nerves early in the school year as well, but then she apologized, and since then I wondered how could I ever say something like that about her. But, recently the thought has come up again. She only seems to talk about 2 things. Her boyfriend (plus their sex life, something which I really don't want to know) and Rhiannon, and all the Rhiannon talk is really starting to piss me off. I just wish she'd sing a new song, so to speak. It's like as though she hasn't got anything good to talk to us about. I mean, I like a bitch about someone as much as the next person, but to constantly talk about her is quite ridiculous. I'm getting quite tired of it now. Though I'm pretty sure the feeling will pass soon.

Next topic. Man, this is going to be a very random blog post.

Bus trips. I didn't even know I'd been saving to talk about this one. I usually like to have moan about my school bus trips on a Wednesday from my school to Gwyr. If I remember rightly though, this is not why I put it on the list.  Last bus trip, aka last Wednesday, our bus broke down and we had to walk from Gowerton to Penlan. Those two are like two completely different sides of Swansea, but I got my fitness levels up a bit right, so there's no real reason to complain. I think at the time of putting it on the list I had a bit more to talk about it. But now it's just empty. I don't really have much of an opinion on it anymore. Shit happens.

Reminiscing. Something which I've been doing a lot of, you know looking back on the good old days. You know your getting old when you say good old days. By saying that, I mean days where I never really worried about exams, school, life, I was allowed to have obsessions with cartoons and nobody would bat an eyelid at it. Times have changed, right? If I told people that now I would be looked at strangely. Even at the age that I really liked cartoons (is it a bad thing that I consider Danny Phantom to be one of my favourite shows? I think it's a good show, but I guess that's the fantasy geek in me, right?)  it would be strange to say it now..... Anyway, that was something I did primarily last Sunday, so it's mostly gone now.

Which leads me to my next topic of Danny Phantom. I went through a brief faze where I wasn't too bothered about the show, but for some reason after reminiscing on my YuGiOh fandays, I checked out a couple of episodes of Danny Phantom and I've become completely obsessed all over again. It's quite sad, really. But the show is great. It's not the most original or anything, but it's one of them ones where it takes you to a new world and you can forget about the life your living in now and just lose yourself in the show. Which is probably one of the reasons I've started watching it again. It is a great little show, I just wish Nickelodeon would have done more with it. Like made a season 4 where we could see how Danny coped with his new found stardom and how everyone coped with knowing that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom. Though I guess that's what fanfiction is for, right? And speaking of Danny Phantom, I've been rereading a lot of my old favourite Danny Phantom fanfictions. One of them called Twilight Walking has had me sobbing once again. It's just a sad fanfiction. But some of it is a happy sad. You have to read it to feel it. But I won't post the link in case the author doesn't want it. But if you want to read it it it's on fanfiction.net and it's really amazing. Search Twilight Walking in Danny Phantom....

Now jumping to a completely different topic. Exams. Exams suck, pure and simple and I just can't seem to get motivated to revise for any of them. It's something I plan on doing all the time, but I just never seem to have the time to do it, especially with school homework. My first exam is in like 2 weeks and I don't feel nearly prepared for it. Oh well, I definitely have to revise for them now, even if it means forcing myself to do it.

Speaking along the lines of school, yesterday in Maths I completely embarrassed myself. We were working on a CAST graph. Now, I'm no math genius, so the idea completely boggled me. So I felt like a total douche asking the teacher about why he did such things in front of the class. I hate it when all the other students look back at you and sorta glare at you, and you get the feeling that their thinking, 'why is she being so thick?'. Thoughts like that are usually why I don't like to ask questions in front of the rest of the classroom. It saves all the embarrassment. Good thing I understand them now, right?

Now, for a drastic change of topic. Iron Man 2. That was this weeks cinema trip, and boy was it amazing. The effects, the music, the plot. I just loved everything about it. I might go and see it again in a few weeks when it's not as popular. Just to soak up the film before it goes out of the cinema ready for the release of the DVD. I contemplated writing a proper review on it. But sadly, I think you'd be waiting for a long time so I'll just tell you briefly what I think of it. I thought it was amazing, I would recommend it to anyone who loved Marvel and sci-fi/fantasy sort of stuff.

World Championships are next. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but my friend, her brother and a few others in my dance class got into the World Championships in Irish Dancing. And guess what? MY FRIEND AND HER BROTHER CAME FIRST!!!!!! I'm so happy for them. We're throwing them a big party and everything to celebrate. It's going to be amazing. I can't believe that they won. Jordan especially has been training so hard for this, she totally deserved it. Good on her, and if she so happens to stumble across my post. CONGRATS, JORD, YOU DID GREAT!

Next.
Random picture time! I tend to have random screen capping moments, this time though, before this blog gets TOO LONG I think I'll just post the captions and won't explain them. So that means they'll be pretty random, but I'm sure no one here cares, right?

As you can tell, most of them are random Danny Phantom pictures, but other than that, it's album artwork and a picture of the trending topics on twitter with no Justin Bieber on it. Good times, eh?

And lastly,  (*hears the finally*) Jobs. (*Hears the groan*) I applied for a new job again. There has to be some law against applying for like a bazillion jobs, right? Anyway, a shoe shop called Rowberrys are advertising, so I thought I'd try my luck and apply for the job. Hopefully they'll get back to me soon, right?

Anyway, nothing else new on the homefront.

See you soon, even though no one reads my blog, I'd like to think people are going to stop because of this ridiculously long blog.

Night! Well I'm going to watch more Danny Phantom first, then go to sleep. You can't have everything, right?