Spiral Line

Almost a week on, I am still shocked that the Circle line no longer goes in a circle. It is an atrocity! I really can't believe that dear old Boris would agree to such a ridiculous idea. I think he must've been drunk/drugged/bribed. The "Circle" line now spirals out from Edgware Road to Hammersmith. Thus, it ought to be called the "Spiral" line. Gosh, think how much more confused those poor tourists will now be! The homeless can no longer while away their day by sitting on the Circle line, endlessly going round and round. It must've been a sad day for London. I wasn't even there to take part in the sadness - I only found out weeks later apparently!
Here are some yellow flowers. Since the Circle line is no longer a circle, I don't think it should be yellow any more either - that's just far too confusing! I would suggest rainbow colour for this new, slightly wrong, line.

Gini

My fish, admittedly, don't have names. We have too many, and they die too quickly. But anyway, I took Henry to play with the fish today. The one pictured below I think should be called Gini. Today in economics we went over the Gini coefficient - a measure of income distribution equality (or most likely, inequality) of a country. I think my fish represent this rather well. In terms of mass, and let's face it, importance, us human beans are much more significant than them. However, especially in the Winter months, they always have a very warm environment to swim around in and enjoy. They never run out of food, and they even have a regular cleaner (my sister) who visits. If only that could be said for our actual home! In Winter, because no one is at home, our house is usually freezing. We quite often run out of (edible) food, and the concept of tidying up is completely non-existent. There is severe inequality in this household. Those tropical fish do nothing to contribute, yet get all the luxuries they could ever dream of.

Failbright

Had my Fulbright interview today. Was pretty Chengfail, and very awkward, but I'm just so glad it's over. The interviewers were really nice, so was the receptionist... It kinda reminded me of my Newcastle interview for some reason.
Anyway, for the first time (perhaps ever?...), I went to London in the morning and didn't go touristing. I went for a short walk after my interview, trying to decide whether to go with my urge to go snap happy. However, sensible-ness took over and I ended up going straight home so that I could still go in for an afternoon of school. In total, I took 7 buses today, which means I've probably spent at least an hour of my day waiting for public transport! I definitely need to get my provisional license sorted.
Haha I said to my Mother today, "Yay that I finally have no more interviews!". She replied, "Aren't you going to look for a job then?"
*Sigh*
I guess that's my next "to do", after sorting out provisional. Oh but wait, I need a job first before I can pay for my provisional? Ah damn... I wonder how long it's actually humanly possible to delay applying for a provisional... I remember planning to do it just before my 17th birthday so I could have it for when I turned 17. I've somehow just always been too busy to do it... Chengfail.

Mr Violin

Last night was awful. I felt exhausted all day. My headache didn't go away. My tummy ache came back. I will stop whinging, evenutally.
Mr Violin (my violin) has finally found his new sidekick. I've yet to figure out his name... His old counterpart didn't have a name either - unfortunately he retired before the opportunity even came. His early retirement was mainly due to a broken leg, and a dodgy surgeon, whose only tool was sellotape.

FDI

Fiendish, Diabolical, Impossible - is how I would describe economic. Was almost caught sleeping with my eyes open half way through the THIRD economics lesson today - Mr Bright asked to explain something, but I had no clue what the class was actually talking about...
Four chemistry lessons today, and then orchestra in the evening. I have no idea how I stayed awake all day.
I sharpened my pencils today for the first time since September! Hurray!

Chocolat Chaud

Pondering about the meaning of purpose of life with some brilliant music and a hot chocolate is what all Sundays should be like. When I am queen of the world, this shall be compulsory for all.

Miike Meets Marsh

Cycled down to the marshes today. Lied to parents. Ah, what a day.