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Be Idimbitten.

Today I have a day off school, (no I didn't skive!) and in case you didn't listen the first time, I'll remind you. Join Faketown!

 

Well you know now, so join the fun and meet me on the other side.

Yesterday, the Year 8s spent their day samba drumming with Glamba percussionists. It was wicked in the afternoon because we all went in the hall to listen to them playing. Then some of us Year 7s had a go, then the teachers. I, personally, didn't want a go at the moment, but it looked easy enough. It probably wasn't.

What should I do today? Is there anything to do? If so, how? Erm... can I get back to you on that?

Ah! I've just had an idea! I'll write more on the famous big font story, Mage and Warrior Volume Three. Here's the first bit:
'Mage and & and'
AND WARRIOR
And Survivor.
'Volume'
THREE.
Oi that's not fair how come I don't get to say any announcements?

That's all you're getting from me! For the full story, ask for the pre-release unfinished version of the best volume so far. The thing about this story is that you can start on any volume - they don't carry on from each other! The pre-release versions will vary as I write more, and is designed for entertainment uses only! (Although I might decide to publish a version of this book...)

And most importantly of all, it stays my property. So it belongs to me until you buy it off me... Who'd want to do that?! Me.

Today is the launch day of the prize draws for PS3 and iPod... I didn't win! I was so confident too, but unfortunately, I lost! IDIOT! I knew I should've bought more players than I did to up my chances by double! One in 450 chances - that's genius. Well I better listen to Korn now. Well I'm not always lucky all the time, am I?

Well, my prediction was correct! A Year 5 did indeed win the PS3. The second part to this prediction is that she plays the 18+ game! It's not that bad that I lost, but oh well.

The Idimbite Code and Betabet Code were also used today!

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Also do the same if you're a Windows Live Space owner like me.

Thanks.

...Not yet, though, but it began well. This entry is about the goings on before school, in Maths, at breaktime, in History, in PE, and after school. So much happened in one day I was running on adrenaline. Good that I had lots of the stuff and I had to go through a lot of carbos to achieve it. (No, not the stitch, or for the politically correct idiots, lactic acid.)

0715 hours. At home.
For breakfast I had a massive breakfast bap that I didn't even finish! This was a good energy store and it did really pay off in the end. Literally in the end, not the beginning, middle, or any other place you may wish to note. The end.

0905 hours. Maths.
Yes! Mathemat! Mathemat is the word used to not confuse the American Math, the British Maths and the universal Mathematics. If it wasn't for the Americans it would be called Mathemats. Well the teacher is quite tolerant with us - with me! - so I and Dan in front of me mess around hidden at the back of the classroom. Mr Turner doesn't even care - we're good mathematicians! - so he doesn't tell us off or anything, even if he's in point-blank view of the pencil coming his way...

There's a lot of stuff to blog here! Still Mathemat, pencils were flung across the table, ruler swordfighting across the two and some other crazy stuff! Dan sharpened his graphite and pretended to stab Paige, who was randomly picked to sit next to him, annoyingly. Annoyingly, they didn't like each other, so Paige complained to Mr Turner and he offered her one available seat. Back one row, next to me! But that didn't stop me, but I didn't annoy her as much as Dan did. I didn't annoy her at all.

The bell rung after a whole hour of painless mayhem. (It was silent too, almost.) The cupboard behind me was beresrk, a door that wouldn't shut, so as I tucked my chair under, I kicked the cupboard door and it slammed shut. BOOM! That didn't even lock it in place and it bounced back, taking the hinge with it. (It didn't really, but it was off the cupboard earlier in the year.) So then we went up to the massive Year 8 block past Year 8s blocking the way occasionally to have an English lesson. Nothing much happened then. Nothing at all.

1100 hours. The hall.
If you know the hall at my school, it's a quite big room, very spacious at times with the delicately decorated walls, neighbouring the kitchen. It's about the size of a tennis court, if you know what I mean. Well what was going on was that people were lining up in lines, queueing to buy a football player. I wanted to buy a Blues player (Birmingham City for technical idiots) but they were sold out of them. So I picked a random man.Richard Hughes from Portsmouth. Heard of him? I got him for £1.

Now you might be thinking, 'What are you on about?' Well it's right to think that way, it's complicated. You don't really get a football player or a mini figure of the same player. You have your name down for a player on a sheet of paper against the player you bought. One player, one person, but one person can buy as many players as he or she wishes. I bought one, now a chance to win a Playstation 3 for just that. I might enter again. Or maybe not. It's a 1 in 900 chance that I win, but it's worth it!

It's not only a PS3. It comes with two games as well, a 12+ and an 18+. What if a Year 5 wins? They'd play the 18 game first(!)

In assemblies, Acting Headteacher Mr Sturdey calls it a PS3 player. Well, really it's a Blu-ray player/reader/drive whatever. PS3 games are Blu-ray, costing a mighty £25 for each disc! But the games are much, much more expensive and expansive, as one Blu-ray can hold up to 25 gigabytes!

If you're not an expert, this will get you envious. 25GB is 25,000MB (or for binary idiots, 25GiB is 25,600MiB), and one song, on average, is 4MB. How many songs can you fit on Blu-ray? 6250 songs, with 312.5 hours of playback altogether! (If it was 4MiB, you could fit on 6400, with 320 playback hours.) That is loads, so think what a game that would be!

I hope I'm the winner of the PS3 on the draw on Thursday. Well, everyone hopes the same, but you know. Once, in an assembly, Mr Sturdey nearly dropped the PS3 on the floor. He caught it using adrenaline, then held it so that it wouldn't drop out.

1320 hours. History.
Well here's something I can win on. After a quick revision session, we did something different as a class.We had a competition that split the classroom down the chasm. Each side of the chasm had 15 points to start with, then you have to answer a historical question right to win a point, answer wrong and lose a point. We all had a go and I won a point for my team, a really hard question. I pulled through alright. I had to give the job title of one of the jobs that monks or nuns used to do. I answered shrine protector. It was right! I was thinking really hard what it could be and it was that.Half guess. We were 14-16 down. Losing, for once.

Then, because we had extra minutes until the end of the lesson, we did another activity, still based on points. In the hot, we had to think of as many things that people used to do on pilgrimages in the Medieval period, or the Middle Ages and some others are used to. I came up with eight and I had to give out just seven to win that round. The final scores were 21-16. What a comeback!

1420 hours. PE.
Cricket. I had a turn doing all sorts of positions. Once, fielding in the right position, I caught out Tyler, one of the best players in the game - bowler or batsman. It wasn't much, but did think, 'How did he do that so effortlessly?' I read it from his face. Not much to say about this, it was a typical lesson.

1515 hours. The journey home.
Causally walking home, I chatted to my friends until they parted ways from me early in the journey. Just under the highway, I heard someone call me from behind. He sounded far, so I had a look. Conor Briggs on a bike in sixth gear, and me, on foot with a heavy load. I completed his clap and then shouted to him, 'You're in hot pursuit!' He looked back and, yes, he was! I was on his tail, gradually getting closer and closer, overtaking him, then I said, 'Now I'm in hot pursuit!' He pedalled really hard then he braked, praising me and my speed! We waited for Conor's friend Reece (and he's my friend) in exasperation.He was coming at normal pace, giving me more time to recover. When he came Conor immediately spread the word of my speed, making me feel extremely proud of myself.

They parted ways from me, leaving me on my own, until I crossed the bridge at Matchborough East, near the pond near Matchborough Centre. That was until they came again, leaving me thinking, 'How have I beat them walking?' So then I asked why I'm ahead of them. They went for a stop shopping for sweets. Conor was hitching a ride of the stunt pegs, what they call a backie. Then they said hello, then goodbye, then zoomed off in the opposite direction to me.





What can I say? It's been a great day today and a great blog indeed. One flaw though. At 1659 hours, I experienced a powercut. I'm not surprised if you had one too, but I'm willing to be the opposite. Now here's something to add to my collection, Idimbites! The highlight of today is...

I found 1p on the floor.

Yesterday, God was telling Jesus off bigtime. It was so loud, people in my English class (and some remotely from other classses) were upset by this. This is what you call 'thunder and lightning.'

It was good that it only happened on Friday, 5th lesson because after that was the weekend! There were so many concerned, the English teacher had to explain how we don't get shocked! Something to do with some metal wires that take the electricity to the ground.

I found out that what the people were scared of wasn't mainly the fact of the sound and light, (or even how close it was,) but that they think that they will get shocked and die. Whatever! The chances of that are nil if you have rubber shoes and are still low even if you have an umbrella out! You have more chance winning the Lottery than getting stuck by lightning!

May this be a lesson to the guys (and gals) who fear some forks flying around in the sky. And the noise of a stomach rumbling.

Well, okay, the storm was, at one point, about 1.5 km away at the time, but from then, it got further away, something like 15 km.

Come on! Gangstas aren't scared of this stuff! If it's a level playing field between life and death, you will win.

Oi, Gangstas.

Today at school we experienced another power grid blowout at about 13:00. The hall was dark and everyone eating inside had black vision. Some complained about the doors being to hard to push - I agree! - and others asked why some lights were on and others weren't. Well that's because they signified the fire exit. The people who wanted to use the toilets couldn't because there weren't very many backup powered lights in there. It was too dark, and if they did, they'd end up missing and that wouldn't be very nice to clean up.

Rumours spread quickly - too quickly - about actions that wouldn't happen really. They enlightened with the claim that everyone could go home if they kept this up for one more hour. Whatever!

Power was restored at approximately 13:45 and the day went smoothly from there onwards.

As ever, this File of Idimbite is about idiot stuff. So I'm talking about idiot stuff. If you're not into idiot stuff, read this anyway.

Today, me and eight others got wet. You can guess how. We swam in a lake! Upton Warren to be precise, just off that Webbs garden roundabout somewhere in Bromsgrove.

The journey there was easy - nine people and about 15 seats. Took about 20 minutes to arrive, then another 10 or so to get changed and get ready for the proper activity. When we came out, we looked like penguins in our wetsuits! Now all we needed was a buoyancy aid and this other thing. Looks like a skirt, some call it a skirt, it's something-deck.

So now you'd be asking, 'Right. What are you actually doing?' The answer is: 'I don't know.' They were still deciding what we were going to be doing when we got our gear on. But in the end we got to do something seriously fun! More seriously fun than that shop with 'Serious Fun' staring you in the face. No, we didn't go to Smiffy's, we capsized on purpose. Twice. TWICE!

The work getting the kayaks and the paddles (we like to call oars,) for the kayaks with a helping of the money it cost to cover this trip was well worth it. The previous two weeks had never been as good as this one. To prepare for what was ahead, we had to practice falling out on purpose. It was some and all, but it had one twist.

Just jumping out in a wetsuit, buoyancy aid, something-deck and helmet wasn't enough - oh no. We had to fall out while we were upside down and still in the kayak. This is called capsizing - you already should know that - and it was a first-time. Quite breathtaking at first, but after a few purposeful errors, fear was a thing of the past.

Now the second capsize wasn't much harder, but we had to sit through something extra. In our kayaks, we were turned over then back again. Seriously wet. But the bad thing about that was that you do a 360 tumble and it's freezing! Absolutely freezing! But that wasn't it.We had to attach our something-decks to the rims of our kayaks then do another capsize. This deck thing stops water from coming into your kayak, but it also locks you in place, so you had to remove it when you went down, otherwise you're out cold.

You might be wondering, 'Why waste so much time on stuff that's not fun?' Well we had to otherwise we weren't allowed on the really fun thing, which we were going on now.

Two kayaks, two oars, two people, all the safety advice tested and confirmed. This time, we were going down with confidence, not getting as wet as before. This is because we came down from height. You can guess what that's called. Going down a slide. Real fun, seriously worth a bit of money.

I went down a few times, countlessly. It's so exciting I was disorientated shortly after.

On the way back, I timed the time it took for us to get back to school. It took 18 minutes, 30 seconds and 91 milliseconds. Then it wasn't interesting as much after that. Apparently we arrived early. I checked the time. Estimated 5:00 we'd be back. So what's the time? 4:58.

Disorientated. Need food. Exhausted and tired. Great fun!