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?