"Um... He's My Boyfriend"

I have just read some of the blog nominees for the Bloggie Awards. I never want to blog again now. But, I will. It is a nice outlet.

Today was poetry day. For the morning part of it, I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO BORED IN MY LIFE. Well, that's not true, I think I probably have. But this boredom was of a very high degree. So much so that I used not one, not thirty, but twenty three sheets of paper, scribbling my boredosity. However, the rowdy Hamptonions (Morons Ltd.) managed to deter my brain from the lands of complete dullness by being generally annoying. Instead of thinking about how Gillian Clarke formed her metaphors in a way which allows the reader to blah blah blah, I was instead concentrating on avoiding being kicked, poked, tugged, hit and a whole array of other mild violences. Which was, uh, fun.

But seriously though, I have never seen so much immaturity from a crowd of sixteen year old boys. Hello? It's a poetry reading, not a convention for idiots who don't know how to control themselves. And my GOD, how ugly was their teacher? Woah. He looked like a young Jabba the Hut. No, I think even Jabba the Hut was probably better looking than this huge monster of a teacher. I was literally fascinated by how someone so ugly could be living. I reckon he must have been in a suit of some kind, though why anyone would want to dress up as a bad complexioned, hideous and entirely repulsive fellow, I don't know. Yikes. And he had ugly glasses.

The afternoon went without hitch. No, I lie. Even the poets which I enjoyed listening to (yes, I admit it, I actually liked some of the poets and their poetry. Shoot me now) had their pieces massacred by an entourage of snoring, humming, yawning, throwing of bottles, bundling, ramming, sniggering, you get the picture. No, I'm sorry, I can't get over this. THESE ARE SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOYS. SURELY THEY SHOULD HAVE LEARNT TO BEHAVE BY NOW. And I though I was immature. Tuh.

Anyway.

The first two poets bored me to death. I ignored them. And by the way, why did we have some exam board guy telling us how to pass the exam? It was not interesting, nor helpful. But no matter. The next three poets made up for it. John Agard, you are a GENIUS.

Ok, I don't want to blog about this anymore, because I've just found out that I'M NOT GOING TO SEE GREENDAY. I HAVE BEEN SO EXCITED. OHHHH ROXY, WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR? I THINK I MAY CRY. THIS REALLY IS NOT FUN. DUDE. ARGH.