Bang!

I know big words like neo-classical, circumlocutive and syntax now.  Litlang is for the win, even if everyone says it's the less cool subject.  Everyone is wrong, and I am right.  I should know, I took Litlang.

My life continues to be filled with the good things.  One of them is that I just this very now moment stumbled accross a nifty gadget that tells me that six people visited my page in one day.  Six people!  Keep it up guys, I think I actually am as cool as I am ever going to be.  On top of this, Mr. Brock is teaching Japanese at lunch on tuesdays for sixthformers, which means that A. I get to have sixth form priveleges. B. I get to hang out with Mr. Brock (literally, being taught by this man is like hanging out with an ubernerd) and C. I get to say 'Brock Sesei!'

I have just this now decided I would like to have a really cool dressing gown and smoke a cigar whilst wearing it.  Which reminds me, I was searched by a sniffer dog today, which was pretty cool, especially considering I didn't have any drugs or anything, and it was just a demonstration.  Drugs are bad.

At the moment, I hate David Glover.  I might make one of those hostile annoying status updates about how much I despise him, but do it without saying his name.  Maybe just be like:  'I'm really annnoyed at some people who I hate at the moment  >:('.  Basically, I hate him (passionately) because Kiera Mackervoy made me a colleage bracelet in science, on the grounds that we aren't friends.  Then she made David Glover one!  She insists that we are both the same greatness as colleages, and so I hate David Glover.  Dave says that his bracelet hates my bracelet, but I know I hate him.  We also invented the least manly fighting game ever:
Bracelet Wars!

The game involves strapping random stuff to your bracelet and insisting that it's some kind of weapon, then beating the other person's bracelet to death. 

Sorry to keep pretending like this is exciting, but I went to a party the other day, and being the naive Dave that I am, it was pretty much my first experience of those badman people drinking parties.  I was thinking like I'd be really awkwarded out, and although it wasn't hugely cool seeing loads of cool people getting drunk, nobody was sober enough to remember how good nibbles were, and there were a lot of nibbles.  They had those choclate creamy ones, plus the best thing ever - a nacho which is in a pouch, and the dip is already inside the nacho.  And also there was dancing, which was cool.  What is not cool, is people who are like 'I'll dance when I'm drunk!'  At that point they are already zero cool, but then negative cool is when they get drunk and don't even dance.  It's like: 'What are you here for?  Go home and get drunk by yourself, or go to some party which has no music, and is just drunk people being shy.'  Plus, on a more sombre note, I had some interesting conversations with some people I knew, and learnt a lot about partying, being careful when doing it, and judging people.  Which is so nice, it's hunky dory.  Anways, too much of even my voice (so to speak (so to speak ( Yay! [Insert infinite so to speak loop here.]) can get annoying, so this is David Lovell signing off.

P.S Six hits!
P.P.S  I think that the gizmo we got for orphans (scroll right to the bottom) is actually just to make us feel bad about that we still haven't gotten any hours of information for orphans yet.  I'm pretty sure it's a guilt trip, and isn't actually programmed to move.

Several cool things.

Cool cool things. 

The first and foremost is the event that was me unleashing my beast instincts, and hunting a shoe-stealing fox 40 metres accross a field, before it dropped the shoe, cowered back, and shrivelled into a new-found state of pansyness.  I return the shoe to these 30 hench footballers, who I am suspicious did not notice the ordeal whatsoever, and said nothing.

The second great thing is that http://www.kazoos.com/, home of Kazoobie Kazoos (truly the greatest in the world) have much cheaper shipping rates over the phone, which means that I am probably on the verge of spending $35 on two Kazoos, the Hummbucker, and the Wazoogle.

Again on the uber cool front, I am learning to hard-code websites in applied-ICT, thus adding to my nerd count. 
css.
#nerdcount {
height: 200px ;
width: 300px ;
background-color: darkblue;
}

html.

Dave's Nerd count = about a ridiculous amount.

Anyway, my nerd count aside, the most awesome thing has to be fire academy, and the fact that I'm going to be at XL fifteen minutes before anyone in my group in an effort to never ever be late.  Ever.  My punctuality will literally punch your expectations through the roof.

P.S 3 votes!  other people read this!  (Probably just claire, who doesn't know how to subscribe to a blog)
P.P.S http://www.spotsvsstripes.com/ if you don't join a side and challenge someone to something, you are not a man.
P.P.P.S We haven't helped any information hungry orphans any laptop time yet.  Do something about it.

Check it out!

I made a box that helps charity.  Don't ask me how it does it, or what the charity even is, all I know is that I have a laptop for my uberneeds, and it'd be quite nang if all the kids who needed them could have one, so that all their friends could be jealous.

Writing Words.

Although I am doing it now, I am thinking:  writing words is one of the things that I like doing, and that I am told I am good at, and that I should do more often times.  I mean, I know I'm writing words at present, they are not very imaginative or compelling ones, more just the contents of the last few days spilt clumsily onto paper.  So on the one hand, I could write a blog of short mind ramblings, similar to this one but entirely fictitious, or on the other, I could just write some form of story.  I am more inclined currently towards the latter, and I'm thinking of writing a bragilliant story, one with frogs that turn you into frog zombies, and sheep with hollowed out eyes and no jawbone, and fate and irony and a pterodactyl.

I remember promising in my last post that I would write a story if nothing happened that was exciting, but I can't remember what it was, or even anythign else I wrote, so I'm going to find exciting things that occured.

Firstly, I wore a suit to sixth form, which made me better then every last one of the raggamuffins who stumble around in lower school not wearing a suit, and made me feel better than literally everyone who wasn't wearing a suit.  I also had the priveledge of missing a homework deadline, and missing some of the lesson to do the homework.  As crazy as it seems, I'm loving the concept that the punishment for not getting educated is just not getting educated.  This combined with being a joint fire academy leader has made me vow to myself that I am going to obliterate everyone's expectation with my sick organisation manouvres.  'Twill be a parr of the most organised variety.

Also, climbing.  I haven't done it in ages, and I need to get back on a wall.  I yearn for callous covered hands (my own, obviously) that make me all manly and tough.  I mean, chicks notice that kind of thing.  I'm still awaiting the rush of new sixth form chicks to be impressed by me.  I'm thinking maybe because I'm so organised they haven't realised I'm the David Lovell all their friends are talking about.  In good time, in good time.

Whelp, little has happened since my last blog.  I wrote a poem.  I have no shame in that.  No shame, you hear.  Real men write poems.  Not all the time, because that is pansy, but just sometimes when they're tired and poemy. 

Well, this week has been not that exciting.  I had my first day at sixthform, during which I wore a suit and was really suave.

At the current time, I have a presentation to write and 22 chapters of Catch 22 to read, probably for Monday or sometime then.  I am not really starting sixth form in the most pace making of paces, to be honest.

I can sense that this post is pretty bad, and getting pretty worse, similarly to how I am getting exponentially more tired.  I promise the next one will be better.  If nothing interesting happens I'll write you a story.  With an elephant called Trevor in it.

Hello again!

Well, it's been a long old summer, and you probably hated every blogless minute of it, but I, on the otherhand, was busy gathering achievements to mount on my blog.

First holiday type thing was WEC camp - way better than audacious, becuase I went with my best mate, and God's got zany stuff planned for him, and I learnt a lot about praying and just how awesome it is.

I did something else in the holidays but I've forgotten what, except that I also visited the lake district with my family, a pilgramige customary to the Lovells once every two years.  This involved doing manly walking most days, including a 10 hour one with just me and my manly father.  Aussi, I have bagged Scarfell Pike, and my calfs are now the size of actual calfs, like the ones that say moo.

I think that the most supreme of all these achievements, however, is that yesterday, not only did I fix some rip off shades I bought on holiday to make them super cool, I also invented cyber glasses, which will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams, and obtained a couple of sick african shirts which go with the shades and scooter look so darn well I can wear them even on a day as mediocre as this one.  Well, see you guys in about 45 mins / half an hour at the bridgealicious church.

P.S. I've gotten into the unimaginative habit of suffixing words with 'tastic' and 'alicious', such as 'tarragontastic' (The original -tastic), and 'climbalisciously'. 

I have also developed a ludicrously unhealthy love of this song, and how bad it is.  Hold on until you get to the rap, because that's the climax of the cheeseyness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YufZ_Bj0aQ8

This isn't the best and most original version, with the all out sax riffs, but the video from the 80's is nothing short of indecent.

No way!!!!

People actually read this!  I'm so relieved.  I've laboured repeatedly that I don't blog for the readership, and I'm sure you're sick of the phrase, but it's nice to know that someone else knows it's out there.  And now I promise never to talk about wanting people to read this ever again.  The end.

Whelp, the last two crazy holiday weeks have been to muchos for words, so basically, I got excited about tiles, becuase they are made by robots, skived off with a guy called Happy Henry ( who introduced me to action turnip and robot unicorn attack - google them) whilst other smarter, and in many cases more autistic people designed, built and programmed robots for us, which mostly failed, except one that did so well that it just killed that atmosphere.  I didn't make that one.

Then, I went to WEC, which was nang, and I'm glad I went there instead of Audacious, because God put it majory on my heart to support and encourage my friend who also went, as well as teaching me just how nang prayer is.  Different camps, same God. BAM!  Aussi, the village quiet times (because we're not too cool to call them what we all know they will always be), consisted mostly of jokes about me and women.  My birthday also occured, I got monies, with which I will buy a Fez, a Kazoo, and maybe a Ukalalie, depending on how causually you can learn and play them.  Then I will have everything I need to live my dream of becoming a homeless and talentless busker.  Nobody can dislike a guy with a Ukalalie.

Whelp, I'm off (without actually moving) to find out about Ukalalies.  Ta ta for the momento, may the wind remain ever your faithful compainion. 

Dave.