Howdy!

Hello! I feel like I haven't posted in ages. Which I haven't..





Anyway, I was really busy. We got SO MUCH HOMEWORK yesterday it wasn't funny. I was up until about half 8 doing it. And I ended up doing an extra chapter in CSPE because I wrote Pg.88-101 and it looked like 107 and I did 6 extra pages. BUT I still managed to watch 2 episodes of Bones and send Laura an email. But not post. Hehe.



I was in a really good mood after I finished my homework so I got quite hyper and I started writing random lines from songs and now I'm going to give Laura 5 EURO if she guesses them all. It's very hard. Because I made it really hard.

OH. Well, you know the way Laura went to Coraline and screamed and was really scared and stuff? Well I was listening to a movie review on the radio and this is what she said:

"Coraline is a very nice, cute film. It's not that scary, I've seen very young children come out of it and they loved it and didn't find it scary at all!"

I nearly wet myself laughing. Hehe.

Umm..

OH. Well, last Sunday, my cousin and my uncle came over. Well he isn't really my uncle, he's like a friend of the family, but we all treat him like an uncle. Anywho, they came over because my uncle/friend of the family won a prize of a helicopter ride in Galway airport.

So, me and my cousin went in and we asked could we go on the helicopter with him, and the pilot said no, it was only a two seater, but we were allowed to wave goodbye, so we said Ok! Why not?

So we went down the runway where there were all the aeroplanes, and there was the helicopter in the middle of it. Then the pilot told us that we had to into the big shed after they had taken off and we could go into the kitchen and wait or something.

So they went off and we went into the big grey shed thing.

IT WAS FULL OF HELICOPTERS AND PRIVATE JETS AND A FORKLIFT.

It was so cool!! At first we were really scared and we stayed around 2 feet away from the planes at all times, but soon we were opening the helicopters up and putting on the headphones and pretending to be pilots. And we took a pen from the private jet. After all, if he can afford a private jet, surely he can afford another pen right!?

Then we went into the kitchen where we are biscuits and cheese. I wanted to make a toasted cheese sandwich. I didn't want to eat it, but the idea of making a toasted cheese sandwich in the same room as a Boeing 747 Junior was very cool. Then we drew helicopters on the white board in the classroom and we got disposable ear plugs from the office. Hehe.

Oh and some of the helicopters had keys in the ignition. I think thats really bad. Like we weren't going to try and fly away in a helicopter or anything, but what if a crazy person wanted to steal a helicopter!? Thats like leaving the keys in a ferrari with a bright flashing neon sign saying "FREE TO A GOOD HOME".

OHMIGOSH I HAVE TO GO I AM WATCHING THE BESTEST BONES EPISODE EVER. EVER EVER EVER. BYEBYE!!!! X

Dearest most darlingest ever readers,


I apologise for my lack of posts but our computer was infected by a VIRUS and is currently in bed in PC World drinking tea and chicken soup in a vain attempt to recover. The're also erasing the ENTIRE thing, including

• MSN - How am I supposed to talk to Claire/Deirdre/et. al. at 11.00p.m? And I have no idea how to reinstall it. My cousin did it for me the first time!
• ALL of my pictures
• ALL of my videos (well, if I had any they'd be gone)
• ALL of my Word documents
• ALL OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER MATTERED TO ME. (well, not really, but if you are a slightly melodramatic 14 year old it seems that way doesn't it?)

So as a result I am cranky, mopey, depressed, and my little brother and his Neanderthal friend spoiled my day at the movies and pizza resteraunt and my friend's house. It is so unfair.

Random note: Go to see Coraline but as soon as she goes into the room with her Other Mother and sees all the flashing kind of bug stuff STOP WATCHING. I didn't, and I screamed for the first time in my life at the cinema. It really was awful. And scary. My sister ended the movie literally sitting on my lap, and my best friend was actually shaking with fear. Yes, we should probably have been slightly more mature, but no, we weren't. But to be honest, I really want to see it again :D

Another random note: I am a pretty good haiku poet. Not the most challenging of poetry, but I really like it and bite-sized chunks of non-rhyming poetry are the perfect type for me.

Haiku by Laura Hammer, Completely copyrighted.

all of a sudden

poorly composed sentences

are just poetry

I made that one up. I actually wrote a load of them to Claire. Some are about Coraline, some are about last night when I was babysitting, and not all of them are very good. But they kept me amused. Feel free to type a few singing Randamusing's praise into the comments.

And this one is actually by Claire Boreanaz, but I love it and am therefore giving her 100% credit...

Haiku by Claire Boreanaz. Also completely copyrighted,

now i look outside

that nice flower just farted

and so did that one

If you have seen Barbie in Swan Lake the above will make perfect sense. Or not.

Anyway, I'm typing this on my dad's computer and I have to go... I think we're getting ours back on Tuesday. Today I sent our computer three boxes of tissues and a Get Well Soon card.

Randamusing, you are

so clever and well written

makes me laugh sometimes.

Over............................

.............................and out.

For a sweater vest makes more sense.

Hello, people of the 21st century.

As Laura said in her (otherwise fabulous) Retraction, I made a mistake and I said "For a sweater vest" instead of "Four sweater vests". For a sweater vest makes much more sense, because the line before is, "This is his dry cleaning bill..." Now which would make more sense there?


My ipod in on shuffle and just came onto one of my favourite songs, Shiny Happy People, by R.E.M. I love that song. Its was on Marley and Me (the book is way better). It's such a happy song. :]


I can't actually remember what I did today. I just remember that I was drawing stuff for Home Ec. I can't decide on whether to do a biker teddy with multiple piercings, a French teddy with a moustache and a baguette (no insult to French people I know that everyone in The Land of Baguettes doesn't go around with a curly fry on their upper lip), a geeky teddy with huge glasses (Harry P style) and a check shirt/bow tie, or a girl teddy with a ribbon on her head and a red checked dress.


My cousin got the score (piano music) of Honk! the musical and he's photocopying all the good songs off it for me and sending them to me!! It shows just how sad my life is that I'm getting excited over music for the piano. But Honk! has some really nice songs in it. The storyline of it is the ugly duckling. I think, does the ugly ducklings mum go after him to try and find him after he leaves? And does he just leave or does he get taken away by the cat? I can't remember. But it's basically the story of the ugly duckling. Look it up on youtube its quite good!


Did you know that Coca-cola, when translated into Chinese, means "To make mouth happy"? I personally don't see the attraction. I don't like it. I had it twice before, the first was well the first time i ever tried it, when I realised that I did not like it. The second time was at Laura's neighbours house when I broke a lamp. Then I was scared and I wanted sugar. But I still don't like it.


I never know how to end these things. It seems kind of strange to write 'bye'. I'm not going to write 'bye' anymore. I'm just going to end it.

It feels wierd just to end it though.

I LOVE SEELEY BOOTH.
(David Boreanazs alter ego. In Bones.)

100 USES FOR A TEA COSY

This, dear readers, is the result of great boredom, a free class, and our huge love of tea cosys.

1. Hat
2. String
3. Blindfold
4. Murder weapon
5. Guitar
6. Conversation starter (Hey, I have a tea cosy! What about you?)
7. Conversation ender (You don't have a tea cosy? Oh, right then. )
8. Excuse (Sorry. I have to go water my tea cosy.)
9. Christmas tree decoration
10. Halloween Decoration
11. Pick-up line
12. Source of fibre
13. Bonfire fuel
14. Hairband
15. Key chain
16. Atomic bomb
17. Bendy ruler
18. Microphone
19. Tea cooler (Take it of the teapot, your tea cools! Magic!)
20. Lip gloss (Melt and add vaseline)
21. Life achievement award
22. Hammer holder
23. Whip
24. Chocolate melter
25. Aeroplane
26. Shoelace
27. Ice cream holder
28. Telescope
29. Boat for dolls
30. To make Inspector Gadget jealous (He doesn't have a tea cosy)
31. Swing for teddys
32. Rat poison (If they eat, they die :( )
33. Exfoliant
34. Shield from a light saber (They were wrong. It can go through everything exept a tea cosy)
35. Hat for a monkey
36. Butt warmer for a monkey
37. Hat for a cantalope (and yes, it is the big yellow fruit)
38. Music video prop
39. Prize
40. Head warmer
41. Watchdog
42. Garden gnome
43. Jewellery
44. Measuring implemint
45. Building block for a tea cosy pyramid
46. Dr. Doofenschmirtz annihilator
47. Best friend
48. Source of income
49. Purse
50. Diaper
51. Curtain
52. Dog leash
53. Dog walker
54. Dog
55. Pea holder
56. Soup spoon
57. Shoe
58. Pillow
59. Bingo partner
60. Hand warmer
61. Tea cosy model
62. Ceremonial headpiece
63. Ice cubes (If frozen)
64. Flame thrower
65. Tea cosy stencil
66. Lawn mower
67. Chamber pot
68. Cereal Bowl
69. Urn
70. Drug smuggling device
71. Calculator
72. Balloon hat (a hat for a balloon, not a hat made out of balloons.)
73. Source of outcome
74. Source of entertainment
75. Source of copious amounts of money.
76. Busker
77. Number 1 fan
78. Nun impersonator
79. Eyebrow brush
80. Skipping rope
81. Letter box
82. Hot air balloon
83. Lock picker
84. Burgler alarm
85. Evil accomplice
86. Washing machine
87. Night light
88. Baby toy
89. Mould for illegal black market tea cosys
90. Fire alarm
91. Rope
92. To mould jelly
93. To repel aliens
94. Note passer
95. Popcorn maker
96. Dinosaur catcher
97. Monopoly partner
98. Dream catcher
99. Submarine
100. Tea warmer

There you go, 100 uses for a tea cosy. They are such interesting little guys. Me and Laura named ours Mop. :]

If you have any questions as to how a tea cosy can be used as any of these things, comment, cuz thats what its there for! x

One More Thing.

Obviously some people read this blog who aren't me, Claire, or my mom, or else we wouldn't have 9 votes on our first poll. So could you please comment? Under every post it should say "0 Comments" or "3 Comments" or "947 Comments". Click that and it'll bring you to the comment page. And if you're not on Blogger, click either "Anonymous" or "Name/URL".



So get commenting, dears.




Over.......................

................and out.

Ten Random Things You Never Knew About Me

Here we go.

Warning: Explosive revelations below may cause severe cranial trauma to those who watch Balamory and have twenty three cans of tuna in their pantry.

1. I detest my feet. Truly hate them. I haven't been barefoot in public for ages. Flip flops annoy me too although I like them a lot. They just show too much.

2. It annoys the heck outta me when people write "alot". A AND LOT ARE TWO DIFFERENT WORDS, PEOPLE. LEARN TO SPELL THEM PROPERLY AND THEY WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND.

3. I have not eaten a vegetable intentionally since I was four (except for bribed forays into the realm of vegetable). However, you probably knew this about me already.

4. My favourite Shakespeare play is either the Taming of the Shrew or the Twelfth Night. Someday I hope to read the original Shakespeare instead of the slightly condensed but good-for-studying book of Shakespeare I have.

5. Right now, I want an iPhone more than anything. Unfortunately this dream will probably never be fulfilled until I am a highly successful actress on Broadway raking in the Benjamins at which point I will not see the appeal of applications where you can play a leaf like a trombone.

6. I named our first hamster Nosie Rosie. She was a good hamster, until she died of old age when I was at a birthday party and Mom came to get me and did not tell me immediately that my dearest darling of the animal kingdom was dead. She has, however, been replaced as my dearest darling of the animal kingdom twice. Your spirit lives on, Nosie.

7. I used to adore apple juice. Then when I was sick for a while once (I was pretty young) I could eat and drink nothing but apple juice. I loathed it after that and switched to mango quickly. I only recently began drinking apple juice again. I still prefer mango but it's sadly unavailable here.

8. I loathe science fiction, I really do. Terminator the movie is as close to sci-fi that I've ever gotten. I watched the first episode of Battlestar Galcraptica (as I semi-affectionately refer to it as) but approximately one quarter of the way through I gave up and began playing Mario vs. Luigi with my sister.

9. I can count on my ten fingers the number of times I've gone to school this year without washing my hair the night before. I wouldn't describe myself as a clean freak, because my room is a mess, but the shower thing is kind of my personal obsessive-compulsive thing.

10. I think I am slightly psychic. Seriously. I can often predict things that are going to happen and most of the time they come true. I doubt it's supernatural though, it's probably just a wicked coincidence and good guesswork.

And Bonus Thing #11, because you probably all knew #3.

I love to talk about myself. This is the one subject I am completely knowledgable about. And I just had a crystal-clear vision of Claire rolling her eyes and saying, "really?"

Retraction 1

In her last (otherwise fabuolous) post, Claire Boreanaz stated that Captain Hammer's groupies sang "For a sweater vest!"

This, dear readers, is a blatant lie.

They did, in fact, sing "FOUR sweater vests!"


Thank you for your time........

...........over and out.

Bonjour!

Ok I'm going to try and go a whole post without saying anything about Bones or David Boreanaz. I like to challenge myself once in a while.



Ok so this Bishop guy came to our school today. Well he didn't come to the school, we went down to the church and he was there. And we had mass where Miss Twig conducted our beauiful choir and made us come in at all the wrong times. Once the pianist had gone halfway into the first verse before Miss Twig told us to stand up. It was really funny cause the lady was just sitting there playing away, oblivious to the fact that no one was singing. We got rosary beads, little ones, and then we started coming up with 100 uses for rosary beads! We got 100, and I was supposed to post them up today, but I forgot to bring the sheet home, so I can't really do that... Sorry! :[



Oh and after the mass, we (me and my groupies :] hehe I don't have groupies. Wait, what are groupies? Are they just random people that follow you like an entourage or your friends or what? Because in Dr.Horribles Sing Along Blog there are groupies, and are they groupies cause theyre friends with each other or is it like they stalk Captain Hammer... I shall look it up!




This is straight from dictionary.com.

 Groupie -Pronunciation [groo-pee] Hehe groo-pee.



–noun Informal.
1.
a young person, esp. a teenage girl, who is an ardent admirer of rock musicians and may follow them on tour.

^^^

stalker

2.
an ardent fan of a celebrity or of a particular activity: a tennis groupie.

^^^
stalker


noun
an enthusiastic young fan (especially a young woman who follows rock groups around)

^^^

stalker


Well that makes sense, because they do follow Captain Hammer around and go to his homeless people meeting and they got his autograph, and a piece of his hair, and a dry cleaning bill FOR A SWEATER VEST!!! That was a sort of Dr.H's Sing Along Blog (from now on I am calling it DHSAB. DHSAB. Hehe..) private joke. It's in one of the songs. From DHSAB.



Wait how did I start talking about that?



Oh yeah, well after the mass, since we had an extended break because the bishop came, me and my groo-pees (I don't actually mean stalkers, I just like the word) went outside and started doing random stuff like seeing who's shoe could fly the furthest, spinning around and then whoever fell down the first lost, spin for 30 seconds and then run and who ever got the furthest won, and you hold hands with someone and spin around for ages until you fall down and hurt your back and get covered in grass which makes your eyes water as you have hay fever. It was fun. We were out on the front lawn, and no one else was, because we thought they were in the locker room, because no one normally goes outside at our first break. And then this bagpipe parade came and it was really funny. Because there were bagpipes. And bagpipes are funny. :D



BUT then our teacher for our next class, who we have not made an alter ego for, sent someone out to see where we were because we didn't know there was class and then he gave out to us and it was boring.



THEN we had two free classes! French and maths. Well we didn't really have free maths, because this other teacher who we have also not made an alter ego for, came in.



Then I went to drama, which was fun, because we are doing this really nice song in this musical that seldom people know of, and theres a four part harmony! It sounds quite cool. The musical is 'The Likes of Us'. It's based on the life of Thomas Bernardo, who set up the childerns charity Bernados. It was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice (I think..?) and it was their first show that they wrote together, but they didn't really put it on stage, for reasons that I do not know.

I think my work is done here. But just in case you are wondering, which I'm sure you're not, David Boreanaz is not our god #3, as Laura said in one of her posts. I thought that Captain Hammer and David Boreanaz should be equal, as all humans were born equal, exept Geoffrey Holder (Punjab) , who is neither a human nor equal.

Hey I just talked about David Boreanaz. I wasn't meant to do that. Whoops! :]

Hello.
Laura was giving out to me for not posting, so now I am posting!

The reason I didn't post was because I was watching lots of Bones. When Laura started giving out to me, I was watching a very good episode. Booth and Brennan were in England, (they're from America, I don't think I mentioned that...) and Booth was being all macho and getting a gun out of his sock and was all FBIish and then they went in to this big huge posh mansion to arrest this guy for murder, and the old posh lady was like "Oh, George! You simply did not murdur Penelope! That is unsightly..!"

It was funny.

My draft just autosaved. Which reminds me, LAURA IS READING MY POSTS AS IM WRITING THEM. It really annoys me.

LAURA STOP READING IT. I KNOW YOU ARE READING IT.

Ok, I am going to change the subject.

My uncle got his dog cut, his dog is a bichon frise.. That is a bichon frise >>>
(isn't it so cute!?)

So anyway, he gave him a number 2, like a really close shave on his body, EXCEPT for the tip of his tail and his head. He looks hilarious..!


My mother is givning out to me for being on the compter so bye bye!!!

Guest Blogger-Niamh (Neeve)

Hello! I am Lauras 1 year and 363 days younger than her little sister. (I'm 363 days younger than Laura ...). I'm not quite sure what to type here and whatever I do type here it may be random, irrelevant or something you really just don't care about! I should award you if you are still reading this post because I'm sure that my last sentence bored you. So ...? Laura thinks Justin Bartha is good looking and will not disagree but personally I love James Marsters. (google for extreme hottness). David Boreanaz is so cool aswell. My favourite show, the ultimate show of ... EVER, drum role please, BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER!!!!! I swere, buy the first 3 seasons on a box set and you will never see anything better on T.V. Again, I'm not really sure what I should write. Well, as Laura wrote earlier I was hit with a basketball smack bang in the face. My nose still hurts :o( . Oh and today as I finished the Cuckoo tiresome-and-makes-you-sweaty- fun run (well more like, in my case, wallk) I went into the restaurant on the pier and when I came out my friends and I saw people jump off the pier into the water. We don't have a sewage plant so thats where all the toilet waste goes aka POOP. I looked down the crowd and saw some french guys botox. I yelled "ahh. ahh. a bum. look at that guys bum." I grabbed onto my friend, hyper ventalating. As you can see I don't handle nudeaty (nood-a-tee) very well. I heard that when the french dude jumped in to the poop his pants came off and he had to come out asap- naked. How embarassing?!!!!! Well thats it I guess.
ps. I have a shoe feddish.
pps. i am hugely afraid of cows.

APPENDIX #2

IF YOU WATCH A MOVIE ABOUT GIANT ANTS, ISN'T IT HUGELY APPROPRIATE TO CALL THEM


GIANTS?

And somewhere something something an absurd little bird is popping out to say CUCKOO.

Hello, gentle viewers.....

Well, it's that time of year again. Not Christmas, but THE CUCKOO FLEADH. This is basically a very fun festival which encourages otherwise-apparently-sane men to dress up as giant flightless fowl. Don't believe me? Here is PROOF.

Sorry for the sideways-ness. I have no idea how to rotate pictures.



But anyway, during this insipid excuse for a holiday (up there? I lied. 'Tis not fun. The most amusing part is laughing at the cuckoo and wondering under what circumstances did his costume adopt the pungent but unmistakable scent of urine.) there are puppet shows, a 10km Not-So-Fun Run, and lots of try-hard musicians playing in the local pubs. And we have many pubs.



And now for a

**!!RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!**

Niamh, Niamh, Megan, and Eoin came back from the Cuckoo Not-So-Fun Run. They were walking past the pier and they saw French tourists jumping into the sewage-infested sea. Très idiotique. They went into the pier's resteraunt and when they came out, they were watching the guys jump in and Niamh looked down through the crowd and saw one of the guy's butts. Apparently he jumped into the water, his trunks fell off, and he came out dripping wet, naked, and unposessing of any form of masculine dignity.


- transcribed from my sister Niamh who told this story in the third person. IDK why.



Well, I have nothing else really to say that would intrest you. I bought a big felt daisy hair gogo in one of the stalls...? and I might go buy a ring now. I'll see.



xoxo

ZOMIGOSH / My first semi-rant

First off, I officially delcare that all OMGs must be replaced with ZOMG. The Z stands for, well, nothing, but it sounds so much better. Claire, please take note.


Second of all, I have news for all of you Twilight lovers/haters/obsessed...ers -



Stephenie* Meyer's college roommate is apparently suing her, since she (the roommate) wrote a short story with basically the same plot as Twilight when she was in college. WELL.


However, upon Googling the matter, there seem to be a number of sites saying "this is false". Well, I still pretty much believe it. I mean, there are better sources (i.e my mom's friend) than sites that have nothing better to do than post everyday about how Robert Pattinson grew 1/4 inch of stubble overnight and Kristen Stewart's fingernails are now 0.3185% longer than they were three days, two hours, twelve minutes, and fifteen seconds ago. Seriously. These people are so obsessed, it's scary. And of course they're going to say it's fake. Personally, I would be quite happy if Stephenie* lost the case - the entire Twilight franchise has been blown up as if it is a rubbery red ballon with a picture of Robert Pattinson's face on it. I used to like the books before the hype destroyed them, now everytime I hear someone say "Edward Cullen"** I feel like running around my kitchen table with steam billowing from my ears and my face scarlet red almost like the Hogwart's Express.



Well, I suppose the movie's quite alright. BUT THE BOOKS DON'T HAVE JACKSON RATHBONE BELLYBUTTON, DO THEY?***






On yet another random note, I have posted pictures of Claire and my gods. The great Geoffrey Holder/Punjab is first, Captain Hammer (in costume!) is second (Claire, he's second because I'm pretty sure you love him as much as I do but you love DB slightly more than I do), and David Boreanaz is third. Enjoy, and feel free to fall on your knees in worship.




*does she spell it with an A or an E? Different sites seem to spell it different ways. Some fans, if they can't even spell the author's name. And no, I am not especially a big fan of hers so I can be forgiven, can't I?


** My close friends (i.e Siofra, Claire, other close friends who read Twilight, etc.) and their parents (Margaret :D) are excluded from this.


*** No, not Jackson Rathbone'S bellybutton. Jackson Rathbone Bellybutton. *hits pause button*

Teachers can send such mixed signals.

Hello, dear un-commenting readers. Laura Hammer here.


Claire has, most unfortunately, posted before me.

Now isn't that a nice surprise?


Ok. Sarcasm finished.


Well, today we had a non-uniform day in school. Great, if you (like Claire) favour hoodies and nice jeans. Not so great, if you (like me) favour quirky one-of-a-kind fedora hats with a waspleg black and white print. I spent the entire day hiding my hat in my book pile, since Miss Prittstick (vice-principal, standing in for the real principal who has hopefully been taken back to her home planet by her alien granddaughter-in-law) has a thing for non-individuality. Here is how one of our conversations went.

LH: *walks to classroom wearing fedora*
MP: *stares*
LH: *confused*
MP: Why are you wearing a hat?
LH: Um, Miss, it's our retreat*. It's a non-uniform day. The hat's just.... *trails off, waiting for Miss Prittstick to recieve the point*
MP: But why are you wearing the hat?




However, the hat (which I put on at the 11 o' clock break. Take that, MP) can also bring people closer. For example, today I was walking up towards the Home Ec rooms with when suddenly Miss Twig pops up from a manhole. Or something.


MT: *smiles manaically*
LH: *goes rigid*
MT: I love your hat!
LH: *tries to move lips numb with shock, after all this is the teacher who is amusingly ignorant to other cultures where they stick mechanical pencils in their messy bun/ponytail thing*
MT: Really, it's a very wacky hat!!!
LH: *tries and fails to form a coherent sentence and ergo settles for a supressed smile of disbelief*
MT: Well I must go destroy more rainforests! SYS BBZ! **



You see the reason for the title? Yesterday, two pencils are practically the start of a nuclear war. Today, she is pretty much the president of the

"LET'S ADMIRE LAURA'S HAT! CLUB"

(membership costs €29.95 per month with a free TRIAL MONTH if you subscribe next week and have no car insurance or macademia nuts in your house)

On a completely different note (so far) my sister Niamh got whacked in the face by a ball kicked by a guy in her class, at which point she spouted more blood than a garden hose filled with blood and she actually could not get up. I fear she is concussed, although she is probably not.

On another slightly-the-same note, I went to see Singin' In The Rain at the local(ish) theatre tonight. It was highly amusing and the voices were all good. However, I am absolutely nearly positive that the man playing Cosmo stared at me a lot. Either it was my dazzling good looks, the fact that I was the only member of the audience wearing a hat, the fact that I was sitting exactly in the centre of the audience, or the fact that my eyes were shining brightly with the effulgent glow that only musicals can inspire.

We can only guess.

* A retreat is a day when you go to school but don;t have books or classes or anything and it is basically a chance to commune with God among our classmates and teachers. I like it cause we can wear our own clothes and get no homework , but whatever floats your boat.

** Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that she did not actually say this (or at least the last sentence. I swear, the first part is true. How wacky.

I am happy!!

Heyy!!



I am very happy today because...



I GOT THE BONES BOX SET!! SEASONS 1,2 AND 3!



Now I don't have to watch possibly illegal and bad quality Bones! But just in case you want to watch David Boreanaz at his best and do not have the DVDs, I got it off http://vids.tv/Bones/tv. Its actually a really good site. :]

I am also happy because we have no school on Monday and I have practically no homework!

But one (wo)mans joy is another (wo)mans sorrow.

Because of my new box set, I will not be able to post much. I am sure ye are all very, very disappointed.

Ah well.

Bye bye!

Claire Boreanaz...x

Appendix, or whatever you call those little extra pieces at the end of stories.

Laura here again.

Since Claire is reluctant to post and would rather watch people swaying drunkenly on talk shows on Youtube, I feel as though I must provide you with some form of reading material until Claire has finished her post. Having read part of it, I can tell you it is very exciting stuff.


You may be wondering, why "Laura Hammer? I have never heard of such a silly last name. And what exactly does the hammer mean, anyway? Does it have some hidden meaning? Is it a subliminal message? Is a dirty euphemism?

The answer is, well, yes.



Claire and I both love a movie called Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Doctor Horrible is a supervillain who is trying to be accepted into the Evil League of evil, while working up the courage to tell his laundromat crush Penny his true feelings. But an unexpected complication is on the way as Penny reveals she is dating Captain Hammer (played by one of the hot guys in my last post), an egoistical superhero and Dr. Horrible's arch nemesis.

Will Dr. Horrible be accepted into the Evil League of Evil?

Will Captain Hammer reveal his true colours?

And will Penny choose between the man who loves her, or the man who loves himself?




FIND OUT YOURSELF.

Buy the DVD. Trust me.




CLAIRE, HAVE YOU POSTED YET?

I FINALLY POSTED!!

Ok.. um I really don't know what to say. So.. I'm Claire.




Laura said I had to write stuff about my background, but I'm still not really sure what she means, so umm... yeah. Are first blogs always this awkward?

I was born and raised in Ireland, in a little cottage with a straw roof and a half door and chickens out the back, where everyone says "Top of the mornin' to ya!", even in the middle of the evening, and Madge comes around to spread the daily gossip and the only music we listened to was Paddy McGinty on the trombone or something.

That Irish stereotype is funny. Especially in movies where obviously un-Irish actors try to do an Irish brawl and they end up doing some wierd Scottish thing.



Anywho, I love David Boreanaz (he is SO FRICKIN' HOT! Isn't he?)! And he is the reason that Laura is giving out to me for not posting. I was too busy watching him, Sharon Osborne, Graham Norton and a random Australian guy from the audience of the Graham Norton show acting out THE X-FACTOR! where David (as Simon Cowell) and Sharon throw water at Graham Norton (Graham Norton was Louie Walsh, and the random Aussie dude was Danni Minouge). It was hilarious.



I love David Boreanaz, even though I can't pronounce his name to save my life and he is married with an adorable son. He's in Bones. David, not the adorable son.

Since most people don't have a clue what Bones is, I will tell you.

Bones is a TV show about Dr.Temperance Brennen (a forensic anthropologist) played by Emily Deschanel and Seeley Booth (an FBI agent) played by Mr. Hottie* who solve crimes together. A forensic anthropologist is a person who looks at a decomposed skeleton and says "This person died because this person stuck a pencil in their ear!"**. They also say if they were male or female, what age, and what race they are.

And Laura thought she was being an over-achiever by putting in two celebrity crushes. I put in a celebrity brush AND I made it educational!

Hehe I just realised I said celebrity brush.

Umm.. It's kinda late and I haven't exactly all my homework done so I have to go.

Bye bye!! :]




*Mr. Hottie is, obviously, David Boreanaz. Duhr..

**Often disturbing cause of death may vary.

An Introduction to Laura

Hi :)

This is Laura posting, and I am exactly one half of the creators of this blog.

Now that I have the absolutely stupid first sentence out of the way, I can move on.

I live in Ireland, in a house. I have two sisters, a brother, parents, and a dog. If you want to read more about me, just click my profile button (gosh now, didn't that last part sound like a cheesy dating site line?)

Now for a

***!!!RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!!***

You may wonder, as you read this blog, "Why RANDAMUSING? Does it have some hidden meaning? Is it a subliminal message? Is it a dirty euphemism? WHAT IS IT??!!"

Well, it's not. Randamusing = Random + amusing. Because

1. Claire and I are random and amusing (we hope)

2. This blog will be random and amusing (we also hope)

3. This blog may contain random musings (we know)

***!!!END OF RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!!***

Apparently, Claire will be posting about her celebrity crush David Boreanaz. Yes, the man is gorgeous, but I intend to broaden my horizons and post not one, but TWO hot male pictures here for you. Enjoy.

If the school I go to had more teachers like that, I would most definitely be more eager to do my homework.

Speaking of school, today I had an awesome clip and clipped my hair into a messy bun-ponytail thing and stuck two mechanical pencils out of it like chopsticks kind of. It looked awesome.

Until my crazy short music teacher stared at me as if to suggest I was crazy and said, in a voice dripping with poorly-verbally-composed venom (although since she is all of 3ft 10inches tall it came out more amusingly ignorant to other cultures where they put mechanical pencils sticking out of buns)

"LAURA! Take those OUT! Do you want to go to Miss Prittstick*?"

Laura: "I'd really rather not. Miss Prittstick scares the crap out of me and I like my face the way it is, thanks. Besides, you are obviously amusingly ignorant to other cultures where they put mechanical pencils sticking out of buns and this is blatantly appalling. Also, I am tired of revising the scale of C major for literally the 47th time since you became a substitute teacher in October. I am starkly, painfully aware of the fact that it has absolutely no sharps or flats. And has it ever occurred to you that there would be no better time to wear a different outfit than the painfully monotonous one you have persisted in wearing since you came to this school in October than right now?"

But of course I did not really say this. Instead, I meekly began tugging at the pencils which had become lodged inside my messy bun/ponytail thing and replied:

"No thanks Miss. But I understand all this already...."

She turned away, obviously having no reply to my sharp wit and infallible logic.

Some teachers are so stubborn it is simply pointless to even attempt to argue with them. I have learned the hard way that Miss Twig is one of them.

*Alter ego code name for the crazy creepy scary teachers mentioned in the first post. All the teachers have code names so we won't be stalked by creepy perverts who sit hunched over their 14 year old computers wearing only a pair of Homer Simpson boxers and a t-shirt (3 sizes too small) that says "PerV College Class of 1916".

Welcome to Randamusing!

Welcome to Randamusing, the ONLY blog written by two very bored, very random, very easily amused second years who go to an all-girls school and are terrified/amused by their creepy first year math teacher.

This was written by Laura, as it says down at the bottom. I just wanted to be the first to post. Longer post coming soon.....!


can you stand the tension?