Chapter 111 – the rant

27 03 2009

Is that a threat, Richie-boy?

I realise, all these different mysterious bloggers and factions will quickly become just as confusing as the ridiculous number of minor characters in the early chapters, but at least they’re plot significant.

Of course, the real Cardinal Richelieu had evil psychic powers, so he’d be unambiguously a bad guy.  Or not.  Did you know, he was suspected of poisoning the king, even though the king fell ill after Richelieu’s death?

…Good grief.  I really am like Johnny, aren’t I?

Current listening: Porcupine Tree, “The Sky Moves Sideways Phase 1”





Chapter 106 – the rant

13 03 2009

It’s really late.  I think I must be really bad at managing my time.

Thing is, my final draft of my History coursework was due in today, and I had to write a Music Tech essay for tomorrow, so it took me this long just to finish this.  I know, that’s a terrible excuse.

I visited Winchester University on Saturday.  It seemed like a pretty cool place.  To be honest, I wasn’t ever so impressed with the uni itself, but I liked the town and I liked the Creative Writing course.  Now I need to make up my mind which university to apply for.

Also, I am ever so happy at the moment.  We got our January modular results back today, and I wasn’t really looking forward to seeing how I did in History.  I was kind of resigned to having done badly in that, since, if you remember, I wasn’t too happy with the exam.  In most of the practice papers I’d done, I’d gotten a C or a D, which isn’t bad, but it’s nothing special.  The I got my result at afternoon registration today, and it was an A!

In a way, I think it’s taking the mickey a bit.  I mean, I kept falling asleep in class, for goodness sake!  I was half asleep in the exam!  So I don’t honestly feel like I deserved that grade, but I’m naturally chuffed to bits at having achieved it  all the same.  You know, when I told one friend about it, she looked at me in total stunned disbelief, and said, “Oh my God!”  You’d think she was horrified.  It wasn’t exactly flattering. 😆

What this means, of course, is that I may actually have the potential to get a C or above in History.  Which will mean putting a lot more effort into the subject than I have been doing, and retaking some of my old papers, but it could well be worth it.

Another thing for me to be happy about is the return of Heroes.  Three episodes into Volume 4, and I’m enjoying it so far.  The current storyline is good, and I think they’ve gotten better at writing characters.  Also, there’s a guy who shoots microwaves, a phrase which conjures up a very amusing mental image.  It doesn’t sound so much like a super power, really, when you word it like that.  More like an obsession.





Chapter 103 – Someone’s been reading my older posts…

27 02 2009

(johnny07)

The other day, someone left a comment on Bradley’s blog using the name AJ Rich. That same person also wrote a great long blog post about how Research Team 7 are good people really and how they want to be given a chance.

That can’t be a coincidence. I used the name “AJ Rich” in my first ever blog as a nickname for Cardinal Richelieu, 1585 – 1642, chief minister to the French king Louis XIII. An odd choice, since he’s one of history’s classic “bad guys”.

In my post, I suggested that he was a real-life Machiavellian, who did bad things for the good of France. Is that what Research Team 7 does? Kidnaps people for the greater good? Are they actually trying to justify that??

Oddly, though – and I may just be being incredibly naive here – I can’t help but wonder, what if they really do have good intentions? It’s possible to read that post as expressing a desire to make amends for past misdeeds, and they do sound genuinely apologetic. And as phrased in their blog, the offer sounds undeniably good – providing it’s not a trick.

Bradley keeps saying we should find a way of investigating them without being seen, but if they’re dangerous, that might not be such a good plan. If they caught us sneaking around or spying on them, who knows what they’d do? And I find it hard to imagine they wouldn’t have some kind of surveillance system in place.

At the moment, I’m actually inclined to go and meet them and hear what they have to say. That could be the stupidest suggestion in the world. But all the same, we can’t just do nothing. And dam’t, I’m curious about what this clef actually does!

In other news, it’s cold and it won’t stop raining. Nobody is in a very good mood right now.





Chapter 97 – the rant

12 02 2009

That there’s a code, Bradlers.  Don’t worry guys, I promise this isn’t about to turn into Usborne Puzzle Adventures: Internet Edition (I loved those books as a kid!).

***

Sorry for the massive gap between posts.  That’s my fault for playing in the snow when I should have been doing history coursework.

Anyway, that’s in now, although it’s not the final draft.  I’ve also got the vocals recorded for Music Tech, although there’s a fair bit of editing that still needs doing.  My throat is now feeling kinda sore.

In the meantime, I’ve also been enjoying the snow a lot.  I love it!  It’s so cool!  Sadly, most of it has gone now.  Now it’s just very cold, and slippery underfoot, which isn’t so cool.  Some of my friends are changing their costumes for the Sixth Form party this evening, to make them more suitable for the weather.  Fortunately, my costume is practical and warm!  Although I guess it’s easier for guys to choose warm outfits, seeing as the fashion for girls’ costumes tends to bare a lot of skin.

Here’s hoping they don’t cancel the party again.

In other news, Meg, a year 12 student with a very unfortunate hairstyle, who is attending a Gloucestershire girls’ grammar school, is a very rude person.  I’m not normally a naming-and-shaming type person, but she deserves to be ashamed, and anyway, she’s unlikely to ever read this.  Anyway, she steals people’s chairs.  Seriously, my friend had gotten up to talk to a friend of his, and Meg came over and picked up his chair, even though there were a whole bunch of unoccupied chairs right behind her.  So another friend of mine, who was sitting next to where the guy who’d stood up had been sat, put her hand on the chair and said “No, that’s taken.”  So Meg yanks the chair out of her hand really aggressively, goes over and sits with her friends, and proceeds to bitch about us to her friends, and glares at us for the rest of lunch.

Hmph.





Chapter 90 – the rant

21 01 2009

Poor Iaru. He’s a lot more upset about that car than he’s letting on, but he doesn’t want to draw any of Bradley’s sympathy away from Megan.

I was being quite silly when I came up with Billy Baggins and the Wereworms, but this might just be one of those cases where fact is every bit as strange as fiction.

One of these days I’m going to forget that Iaru’s blog host lists “Location, Mood, Music” and leave it off by mistake.

***

I had my history exam today.  I suppose it could have been a lot worse.  It wasn’t quite what I was expecting, which doesn’t really bode well.  I was writing up until the last second.

Still, it’s in the past now.  Now I can relax and take a break.  What’s that?  Coursework, you say?  Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of no more revision!

Annoyingly, the last time I hit publish, it deleted most of this post, so I’ve just had to write it out again.  Let’s hope it works this time…

Edit: Yep, worked!  Whew!





Chapter 85 – the rant

12 01 2009

They’re making the best of things.  When you’re stuck in London for that long, you might as well go out and explore, right?  Of course, they’re perhaps not being as careful as they could.

I hope Iaru doesn’t come across as a jerk here.  I don’t think he’s being fair, but bear in mind that the Megan we see is not the same one that Bradley and Iaru are used to; nor is she the same one who left Hyperborea.

***

Mondays are a rubbish day as far as school is concerned.  We are required to come in every morning, but I don’t have lessons until History during period 5.  Allow me to share with you a day in the life of Bobby, and demonstrate why I may not be entirely ready for my history exam next week.

8:33 – Finally sets off for school, having overslept.  Hurries to school.  Forgets coat, in spite of the cold, wet weather.

8:42 – Arrives in school just in time for registration (a little late, but hey).

8:50 – Settles himself down in the study area, ready to do some proper revision in the form of a past paper.  A friend wants to go to the post office.  Consequently, Bobby goes to the post office with two friends.  No work is completed.

9:50 – Visits a bakery, where a friend wants to buy a cake.  Notes the high prices.  Is asked what he would like to buy by the woman at the counter.  Stammers, “Er, I’m just considering.”  Is asked again about 20 seconds later.  Chooses to buy the cheapest doughnut on the menu.  Woman wraps doughnut and promptly drops it on the floor.  “Whoops, sorry!  Oh well, it’s wrapped…”  Yes, it is, lady.  I see that.  Thanks.

10:38 – Arrives back at school.  Still feels tired.  Decides it’s too close to break to start a past paper.  Friends tell Bobby to get on with some work.  Halfheartedly flicks through a book on Elizabethan Parliament.  No work is completed.

10:50 – Break.  Eats food.  More friends arrive.  No work is completed.

11:10 – Friends pester Bobby with irritating questions.  Bobby’s friends are lovely, but sometimes they can be slightly annoying.  “Yes, I did fall in the river on Saturday night.  No, it was only my left foot, and I pulled it out the water pretty quickly.  No, it was not because I was drunk and stoned at the time.  No, I was not drunk and stoned at the time!  No, you did not pee on me.  No, you were some way downstream.  Yes, I did change my trousers afterwards.  And showered, FYI.”  No work is completed.

12:10 – All friends go to lessons.  Bobby attempts to finally get this past paper done, without interruptions, under exam conditions.

12:13 – Goes and plays a couple of games of table football with some Year 12 boys.  Bobby’s team loses.

12:30 – Sits back down and attempts to get his past paper done, without interruptions, under exam conditions.  Pen runs out.  Small quantity of work completed.

1:10 – Lunch time.  Friends return and mock the lack of work completed.  General socialising.  No work completed.

2:10 – Attends registration.

2:25 – Attends History lesson, Period 5.  Teacher allows class to get on with revision.  A classmate decides to engage the teacher and the rest of the class in a philosophical discussion of such diverse topics as Israel, Islam, Catholic schools, teenage pregnancy, British and American foreign policy, and terrorism.  This is highly distracting.

3:25 – Period 5 ends.

3:27 – Hastily writes a conclusion to his past paper essay and forces it into the hands of a fast escaping teacher, asking if she would mind marking it.  The essay consists of just over a side of A4 lined paper.  Bobby goes home in the pouring rain.

3:48 – Arrives home and almost immediately remembers that he hasn’t booked the recording studio for tomorrow’s Music Tech recording, and his friend is coming into school specially.  Turns around and runs back, wearing a coat this time, not that it does him much good given how heavy the rain now is.

4:00 – Arrives back at school, only slightly short of breath.  Enters music block and asks the first person he sees where his teacher is.  The person has no idea.  Bobby asks another teacher, who says Bobby’s teacher just left a minute ago.  Bobby sprints to the car park, desperately calling his teacher’s name, because Bobby is short sighted and it’s hard to see anything in this weather.  A man at the far end of the car park who was just closing his car door from the inside opens it slightly and pokes his head out.  Bobby runs over and asks if he can book the recording studio.  Teacher says yes, but advises Bobby to come in early tomorrow to make sure.  Bobby thanks teacher and leaves.  Teacher drives off.

I can’t remember what time it was I got home, but by that time I was soaked through.

So yeah.  I think I have a problem motivating myself to get any work done.  See what I mean about not being ready for the exam?





Chapter 82 – the rant

5 01 2009

Did I mention they’re on the run?

I feel like I should apologise, because this chapter is a pretty abrupt shift.  It has been planned from the beginning, however.  In a way, the entire story up to this point has been leading up to this.

One thing I wanted to explore here was the question of how much you write about on a blog.  Blogging is something we do of our own choice, so are we obligated to tell people everything about our lives?  Is it anyone’s business?  Bradley has finally decided to tell her readers everything she thinks is significant, but I realise a lot of questions remain unanswered, and this probably raises at least as many questions as it answers.  All will be explained eventually!

This was written a relatively long time in advance, and it was long after finishing it that I realised how closely it resembles a certain classic lonelygirl15 video.  This was not intentional, but there was probably some subconscious influence there.  In any case, I liked the title too much to change it.

***

It snowed today, but sadly not enough to cause school to be closed.  Everything feels back to normal, more or less.  It’s cold, teachers keep having a go at us over revision, I’ve already managed to irritate my most grudge-holding friend, I’ve had an extremely nerdy conversation about science fiction, anime and video games with my geekiest friend, and I almost fell asleep from boredom in History class.