A short comment on life and the universe

School trip

It seems almost rude to be neglecting my blog now, so soon after starting it, but neglecting it I am, as I am going on an outward-bound activity school trip for five days tomorrow. As you may be able to tell from the previous post, anything remotely connected to moving my body fills me with terror, so... I'm telling myself it'll be fun. After all, in times like these, what do we have left but hope?

The thing which worries me most is that for a large proportion of the time we're going to be extremely wet from jumping into lakes and things.


The other difficulty is packing, which, for someone as disorganised as me, is a challenge. I am, however, only disorganised in certain respects, and packing has been a brilliant opportunity for me to discover the full potential of my rapidly developing OCD.

Me: I need some plastic bags to put my shoes in.
Mother: OK, here's a Tesco bag.
Me: Can I have a Tesco bag for the other pair of shoes so they'll match?

Sports day terror

As it nears the end of the school year, the event which begins to occupy everyone's mind is sports day. As ours is an enormous school, sports day tends to be a very competitive event.


But how, you may be thinking, can this possibly worry the least sporty person on the planet? It's true I never usually worry about sports events. The thing is, the one and only thing I can do in PE is sprint. My stamina is so awful that I can't do it for more than 100 metres... so I'm doing the girls' 100 metres for my form.


Now, I'm a worrier anyway. But agreeing to take part in the sort of activity I am usually so obviously awful at sends me into complete overdrive. In the past couple of weeks I have been amusing myself by coming up with lists of things which could go wrong...

Hamster throwing

Hamster throwing: an activity invented for the purpose of excusing myself from extra maths (which turned out to be unneccessary as I didn't have to do the maths anyway), which developed into something far, far more important than that. My friend and I plan on entering the world championship. Wish me luck!

As all my greatest works are, the mark scheme for the championship was conceived during one of my excruciatingly boring science lessons. The poem, strangely enough, was not.

I'm a hamster thrower; I
Chuck them at walls and watch them die.
It pleases me, I don't know why,
To see them soaring through the sky
To hear their squeals and wailing cries
As to the wall they swiftly fly.


I'd like to think that maybe this post will inspire others also to take up this most worthy of pastimes.

Post #1

This is exciting. My first ever post - who knows where this blog will go from here? This could be the dawn of an era. Or it could just be something I do for a couple of days and give up on.

So here's a comic strip. There are going to be a lot of comic strips. This is the first ever comic strip and I can promise you it's a very lovely one.