Harry Pears

My Proposition.

Ever since starting my photo project (which is filling with incredibly boring photos), I have neglected my trustworthy blog. Although, that said, I never really have been a regular blogger. I think the reason for this is because I never have interesting topics of, well, interest. I don’t like boring you with what I have done; I use Twitter for that. So instead, I just forget about my blog. And then, when something interesting enough to write about does happen, I either never start or never finish.

I think from now on, I am going to just let this place die. Either that, or have a regular monthly/bi-monthly post which – in theory (the theory is being thought up as I type…) – would encourage me to think about what is happening around me. I do this anyway, and get very annoyed by some things. Some of you will know that the Sunday Express annoys me strongly, and that the whole Maddie-fiasco has been annoying from practically day one, and that Darth Mandelson‘s ideas to cut off broadband to file sharers is, in my opinion, utterly ludicrous.

Anyway, that is off the subject. I suppose what I am thinking would be sort of like a Sunday newspaper column. Only, not in a newspaper, not always on Sundays, and with probably far less readers. Oh, and not very interesting.

Reading back though, it appears that I would be whinging and moaning to whoever reads this twice a month.

In my head, this seems like a reasonable idea, and something which I should be able to achieve. Although I thought that I could take an interesting photograph every day for a year. In the past week you have seen some folded paper, some cutlery, my desk and the contents of my bag…

Obviously, there would be little point in bothering if no one reads my babble any more, or if you don’t want to hear my opinions (used in the loosest sense possible, mind). Because, in reality, teenage whines are not the thing you want to look back on in a few years time and think “My, I was a very opinionated, bright child!” The actual response would probably be a massive cringe and the files would be swiftly erased from existence.

What I am really saying is who would willingly read my “column” and whether it sounds like a sensible idea.

Thanks :3

Today was my second day back at school. The summer was over. I knew this for certain when I archived the email I wrote back in March, that arrived on the last day of term earlier this evening. Time to get back in the routine of school; this is nice.

My timetable hasn’t changed too much, which is good. Although not having double Physics annoys me. I got my Maths results from M9; 170/179 which was an A. I was amazed with this; I thought I had dropped at least fifteen marks after having a bad teacher last year. Luckily this year my Maths teacher seems to be really good, and seems to be able to explain things clearly. My sister also has him for A Level Maths, so he knows what he’s doing.

Along with the start of year eleven, I started a new project, which, if you follow me on Twitter, you will probably already know about. It is one of those photo-a-day projects. You can find it, along with an odd About page, here. Please check it out. =]

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…As I was obsessively scrubbing away at the enamel on my teeth.

I have already been in high school for two, full years. This means I have just over two terms of education left, and then I can bugger off to Asda. I won’t, but I could.

It doesn’t seem right. Most people probably feel like this just before they start year eleven, I would imagine, but I don’t feel that I have been around long enough to be in a full time job in a years time. To me, it feels like I should have another good couple of years in compulsory education at least; everything has gone so quickly. Primary school seems like ages ago, however (and, to be honest, I am glad; I was pretty much a loner for most of it – you could say I am now, but I’m not), but year eight seems like only a few months ago. Even year seven, and the falling outs that came with it, don’t seem like three to four years ago.

It’s crazy, that’s what it is. I mean, year eleven, for young little Harry? Pfft, he’ll be bullied by the year nines, not vice versa.

But thinking about it, I have three years in school if I stay at sixth form, I’m eighteen by now, then add four years for university, and I’m twenty-two, maybe a gap year if I’m lazy, and I am now twenty-three. Time to find a full time job…

No, honestly, I will.

Okay, I probably won’t end up finishing what I have started writing, and won’t post it here. In fact, I think this blog is slowly dying, due to my ever growing need to procrastinate, it would seem. Now, I can see this becoming a major problem, especially as I go into year eleven on Monday. But there we go, I could fail my GCSEs, not get into sixth form and end up working in Asda stacking shelves. Although I would much rather get into university, doing a Physics or computer science course, so I think it really is time I got some motivation and made myself work. And not just at home. At school I have been working less and less in lessons, as the work is getting more and more important. But hey-ho.

I think one of the main reasons I don’t write often, is because I think of things to write about, then when I have time to type it up, I have forgotten what I was going to say and how I was going to word things. Someone suggested that I write things down, and I do now sometimes write down ideas, but I then never bother to do any more than that. And when I do start to develop on it, even the slightest distraction will knock me off course and I won’t want to carry on.

I will never get round to writing about my summer holiday, and I doubt you would want to read it anyway, but I will tell you some of the best bits, mainly for future memories.

19th July, 2009 – WhatNext Event, Somerset House, London

This was the first gig I have been to, and let’s just say, I was pretty disappointed. For the first two hours at least, then headliners The Wombats came on stage. Now, the first two hours had been dominated by “acts” such as Chipmunk, Ghetts and Ms. Dynamite. This really isn’t my kind of thing, although Lion Club who performed a few songs impressed me quite a bit, but they don’t seemed to have released any albums or EPs, so you can only hear a couple of their tracks online. Anyway, when we first got there, the courtyard in Somerset House was swamped with chavs and ethnic minorities; the kind of people who listen to ghetto, RnB, rap “music”. I use the term “music” very loosely here.

Then, after nearly two hours of waiting, most of the chavs and ethnic minorities had departed, and the open air venue seemed to have suddenly gained a lot more scene kids, for The Wombats had taken to the stage. And let me tell you, they played an amazing set, with a couple of their new tracks in there as well.

On the train down to London, I had seemingly insulted most of the people around us, using strong stereotypes. And this was travelling through Essex and East London. The four people I was with all seemed to be in agreement that I was going to get stabbed repeatedly as soon as we cleared Liverpool Street station. Thankfully, I made it home alive. xP

In-between the end of The Wombats set and the train’s departure, we had ninety minutes to kill, so we got the bus to the station and headed for McDonalds. This was the second McDonalds we had visited since arriving in London about four hours earlier (it would have been longer, had it not been for “disruptive passengers” or people wanting to kill themselves at Brethnal Green). I bought 6 McChicken Nuggets, and got some BBQ sauce. Will got a coffee. And spilt it all over himself. We checked to make sure it hadn’t scalded his legs, and, upon hearing that he was fine, we all burst out laughing.

The train journey home was pretty awesome. We caught the 23.30, to arrive at our station at about 1.10 on the Monday morning. One of our party slept for the majority of the journey, and the rest of us sat mumbling things, a lot of it probably incoherent due to our tiredness. But there we go. One of the party, Will, is a pretty big geek, but is also really popular, and a ‘bit of a player’ if you like. How was this? He claimed he kept his geekiness hidden. So I pulled out my phone and recorded six minutes of geek talk. Until someone pushed the shutter over the camera, which apparently deletes the video. So I recorded another, not so good video, that went onto Facebook the next day.

Ireland – Week Two

This will be short. From what I saw, Ireland is like a pretty Britain, with awful roads, and hardly any sign posts. I was navigating my dad there, and from rural Suffolk to rural Wales, the instructions and road signs were fine. Then as soon as we left Rosslare harbour, I got lost. This may have been because the instructions, written by an Irishman, weren’t very clear, but we did manage to find the house without getting lost anywhere.

Wales is nice, especially the windy roads that follow the coast, and then go through the mountains. For some reason, I remember a lot of the stuff they played on Radio 2 whilst we drove home through the night. There was New Divide by Linkin Park, and even a bit of Owl City.

You can see some of my holiday photos on my Flickr page.

Three-Six-Five

I have wanted to do a 365-day photo project for a long time. I was going to start one in the new year, but forgot, so I thought I will start it as I start year eleven at school. From Monday, I will try and upload a new photo each day to my brand new blog. (I will give a link when it is all set up).

Because I know some really awesome people. Josh shipped me across the Atlantic to Michael, and then they fiddled with settings and databases and permissions and got me confused. And here I am, in France.

So thank you Michael for having me, and also I will be very disappointed if you are not there on the 5th.

Although I wasn’t updated to WordPress 2.8.4, even though Saxxy assures me I was. And I have to write this in the HTML editor, because the WYSIWYG is still broken. I shall update in the morning.