Some Q&As from the 11+, but not as we know it?

So, I was checking out Olli's blag, and checking out his links. Got here. I was amused, and I thought I would try to answer some of the questions.

Write five suitable questions to which you think the following would be good answers: -

1) Because I was in a hurry.
2) He is called Robert.
3) It was exactly two o'clock.
4) Yes, we do.
5) Last November.

Now. Suitable. Funny word that. Does it mean suitable in terms of grammar, or suitable in terms of content?

For example, for Number Four; "Do you and your brother like cake?" is good, acceptable, and probably a normal response. Would the examiners have liked: "Do you and your immediate family wish to recreate a battle scene from Lord of the Rings in a town hall?" I know I would have. The town-centre lightsabre battle has been done. Let's get some epic size into this!

Of course, you can just be smutty. For two: "What is the name of the man who carries your left boob for you?" I have personally considered hiring two boob-carriers. I wouldn't have one called Robert though. Bob on my boob? Naw. Get me a Carlos and a Juan - Juan on the left, of course.

One: "Why did you give my mother five orgasms, then leave the house without your shirt on?" I think that's just bizarre. Unless we're talking Rory Gilmore's mother, in which case, it's something I could see myself doing.

Sometimes I worry about myself. Then, I stop worrying because I've stuck a crayon up my nose.

ZOMG

I have just found a link to this here blag on SOMEONE ELSE'S BLAG.

You know what this means, right? Yes. It means that Jeremy Paxman will see into my mind and realise he wants to sleep with me. Actually, it doesn't. It means that someone actually reads my blog and isn't ashamed of it. Wool! Go me.

So, what's been going on? Work was... interesting. Here I am at 2:15pm, lounging on the bed, waiting for Teh Gov't to get back to me on a question I have about their HC1 form [why so many forms? and boxes and questions?] It's a fairly important phone call. I've just been informed by Specsavers that it's time for them to take my money and tell my how blind I am, take more money and fix my vision with glass. If the NHS can see how poor I am, then they might take pity and give me a few shiny pennies to help me afford some bread and milk :)

So, yes. Here I am, waiting for this call. Then, my agency calls. "Erm, you know the managers cancelled all the agency workers for the week? They just called me and asked where all their agency workers were. Come into work now, kthnxbai."

Thankfully, the call arrived in between the super-speedy shower and the hurried eating. So, all my questions were answered and I got into work at 3pm.

Well, the upshot of this is that I earnt £30 today. The downside: I have knitted a centimetre of hat over three days. :( And, I missed out on a game of online chess with D. He's currently kicking my ass. Not literally. His legs are quite long, but not 100 miles long.

Oh man. My sight test is in 7 hours time. I like to sleep for 8, or I get cranky, irritable and whatnot.

I hope I get that cute optician I got last time. Or the other cute one. Eye candy at Specsavers, lulz.

Warning to readers!

Erm... I might/will moan about stuff.

And, if I talk to you often enough, you'll have heard it already.

Usually about my family, or how thick/ugly/crap I am, or something.

Sorreh kids :(

Calmness is calm

So, what do I do now? I'm not working tomorrow.

I should really do some maths. Lingebra seems to be on the cards, a browse through Mean Value Theorem and Rolle's Theorem... mmm, remainder terms of Taylor series... :)

Well, I might knit. And work. First, Top Model! :D

Dear Father,

Just for the record:

I LOVE it when you don't listen to the end of my sentences.

I really like it when you just go off and garden, or go to the garage, or whatever, without actually listening to what I'm saying.

[/sarcasm]

I walk away when Mother talks because she'll repeat about how crap I've been in that moment so many times I can pretty much predict what she's saying, so I hardly need to stay. [Am I being hypocritical?]

But, when I'm trying to ask you something, or let you know something, please give me the chance to make us the kind of family that listen to each other, not just talk at each other and share a few walls and a roof. If you have a problem with something, LET ME KNOW. Silence is a yes, for me. Objections need to be voiced and explained, not implied.

You're just... clueless, aren't you? I always hoped you weren't. But... you don't make it easy.

[Note: This is what happens when you combine unwanted romantic attention, Elliott Smith, mild unemployment, lack of privacy, intellectual inferiority, and being away from all my friends.]

Current knitting status [writing it out is scary!]

Unfinished Projects:

• Matching beanie hat and skinny scarf, for myself. Thick yarn, big needles. So far, the hat's done. The scarf is growing quickly, and I plan to have that done before the end of next week.
• Matching beanie hat and skinny scarf, for Mother. This will be time consuming: thin yarn, tiny needles, and colour changes. She wants red, gold and green, so it's tough to put a timeline on this one. Probably Christmas, given that uni means I have less knitting time.
• Scarf for my brother: Not particularly thin yarn, but with the colour changes, still means it'll take a while. I've been "working" on this scarf for years. It's more accurate to say it was on hiatus. Now I'm back into knitting, I can really start again on it.

Planned projects with supplies on hand:

• Red hat for Daddy. He's been using a hat I wore when I was four as his gardening hat for the past 15 years. I think it's time he got a new one, don't you?
• Black hat for the brother. He just wanted a black hat.

Planned projects, no supplies yet:

• Jayne Hats. This is a "sometime in the future, no idea when, let's see how it goes." Those earflaps look tricky!

And... of course, I have about twenty other balls of yarn of varying sizes, colours, styles.

*sigh*

Maybe I should find a Knitters Anonymous in my area. They can help me through this tough period in my life.


EDIT: The first item in the list is complete! I rejoiced. I rejoiced a lot more than a girl should after knitting. Now, onto the second...

Work sucks. Not working sucks more.

So, I work with an agency. They've been giving me work in a "distribution centre" [read: warehouse] for the past month and a bit. So far, it's been pretty regular: Monday-Friday, 2pm til 10pm, I come home exhausted, I get paid.

Sometimes they send me home early. That's annoying. But, it's okay, because I never lose more than a tenner a day.

Recently, they've said "We don't need you, kthnxbai" which is REALLY HELPFUL, considering my current financial state. Each day I lose is a maximum of £40 lost [yeah, I'm on minimum wage, but moneys are moneys].

So far, I can afford a roof and food. I can't yet afford books, or drinks, or travel [for debating], or... well, anything else that makes life a bit more fun.

That's a little lie, actually. Erm... there might be someone that makes my life much more fun for free.

Yes. It's him.
It's Barack Obama. <3

The obligatory first post.

*sigh* This is the part about blagging that I dislike. The First Post. It's never any good. It's never very informative, or interesting, or fun to write, for that matter.

But, it has to be done. Otherwise I'll never get onto the things I want to write about.

So, I guess I should say a few words. Hell, I've already said some! Let me say a few more.

1. I knit. I will talk about knitting.
2. I like maths, and numbers. I'm doing a degree.
3. I'm not as much of a nerd as I appear, sadly.

I guess you'll find out the rest as I go.