Why do I still have this?

I'm not a very interesting person, and nothing very exciting happens to me, so why do I still have this blog?
So, as I'm technologically retarded and don't know how to delete this thing, im pretending this is deleted, unless i think of something to write, which is unlikely. Maybe someday...lol
I'm sure all four followers will be devastated, traumatised even. I apologise to each sincerely.
I know im being terribly selfish, robbing you all of my delectable witticisms and significant insight, but I just ain't that interested.
In conclusion, I bid the virtual life farewell, in the hope that someday I may return with some actual blog-worthy tales of yonder world, a.k.a the real one.

yeoooooo

im officially back in action, meaner and more sarcastic than before! the wit is taking a little longer...but that's irrelevant. you will curse the day you doubted my return joshua mc callan.
so, in conclusion: yeooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Mark my words!

Bad things about today:
Today, I was stripped of my title of Meanest Person on Earth. The title I am most proud of. I have lost all identity.
It is becoming more and more obvious that I am now SLOW. This is increasingly depressing.
It is becoming more and more obvious that I am now SHORT. This is increasingly depressing, but something I am determined to use to my advantage.
Mr.Laverty remembered nicola's name, but forgot mine. 3 1/2 years sir. that hurt.
A mysterious scratch has appeared on my hand.
Joshua wont stop insulting me, and I cant think of any comebacks, bar one today.
I know tomorrow is tuesday, so I have a violin lesson in which I have not yet got the scale book necessary.

Good things about today:
Glee is on tonight.
Parent teacher meeting went really well, surprisingly well.
I recieved my first ever SuperHero Cape in cahoots with The.Duck.Peoples. It is bright yellow. I am indescribably pleased with this :D
Discovered NinjaSquirrel, the squirrel outside the French mobile that is capable of climbing up the bin without any footholds. Quite incredible. Soon they will over run us. No Niall, this is not a good thing.
I get to sleep soon.

Although there are more bad than good things here, the good has outweighed the bad anyhow. Could be a lot worse things to write about.

I don't like losing...

It has come to my attention that recently, I have been losing a lot.
Arguments, insults, all the usual stuff my friends and I enjoy 'competing' with each other in.
I would like to explain and defend myself by saying that I can't be bothered n dont care anymore. But that would be lying. It seems I have lost all sense of wit, bar very infrequent moments when I redeem myself through a particuarly cruel insult. I had one today in French class, and it was recieved by him laughing and saying 'you wouldn't expect it, but you can be really nasty sometimes hahahaha' lol. For a long time now I have prided myself on putting others down. Something it seems that others are becoming increasingly better at, and I am slowing down. Much like my height ¬_¬
What has brought this to my realisation, you probably aren't asking. Well, it finally hit me after weeks of bad jokes and insults, when I insulted Joshua, of all people, with the crappest insult ever. That's right, I couldn't even beat Joshua's comeback. (No offence Josh)...(actually, go ahead and take offence lmao). Ladies and Gentlemen, I truly have lost all sense of wit and sarcasm. Unless Cliodhna says something, but she's too easy a target.
My question is 'WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????' I've got years and years of experience of being mean! And yet it seems I have lost all reputation for it! Only Britney Millar ever cowers when i come near now! Is there some sort of psycological explanation for it? Cause if there is there's bound to be a drug...
Well, I think it's clear I'm a sore loser, so this losing must stop.
It must stop for my good, and the bad of your self-esteem!
But I promise this....I will regain every tiny shred of insult and sarcasm, every crumb of wit and spiteful comments, and will be Clara, Girl of World Domination, ONCE AND FOREVER AGAIN!!!

this post was a little bit over dramatic....but I always did enjoy playing the villain in drama....always has a cool cape...

Mystery Cat update:
According to Connor via Nicola and an apparent youtube video, Mystery Cat is most likely a FOX. this makes sense as i have seen a fox in the garden before. and my mother claimed to have seen a large ginger cat outside her french doors, coincidently at the same time as when her glasses were missing.... and I use my blog name finally.... Coincidence? I think NOT!
Mystery Cat/FoxCat, I truly am...ON TO YOU!

How to play pat-a-cake...to the X-treme!!!!!!!

This is just instructions to the game me, Emer n Rachel T made up last year lol
Here are the step-by-step instructions to play pat-a-cake to the "X"TREME, follow these instructions and you'll have A&E filled within minutes!
1.Find a partner to play with (a friend will do or if you have none, a cat will do) you may also want to call an ambulance in advance.
2.Stand about 20 feet apart, and say "pat-a-cake....to the "X"TREME!" while making a X with your arms in the air.
3.Now run towards each other, jumping so that ypu bounce into each other, whilst going this make manly grunting noises, for added effect.
4.Now, you're ready to play (if you haven't already injured your partner, that is, if this has happened, "invite" the next person to walk past to play....don't be afraid to be forceful if they reject your invitation)
5.Sing the lyrics to the pat-a-cake song whilst hopping on one leg, bouncing into your partner.Here's the lyrics if you have forgotten:
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, baker's manBake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it and mark it with a 'B', And put it in the oven for Baby and me.
6.Last one standing wins, if you enjoyed the game, why not ask the ambulance driver, there to take your semi-conscious friend (or cat, or random stranger you forced to play) to play with you again.

Coeur de Pirate

I hope I'm doing this right, 'cause I had a few problems trying to find out how to make a new post thingy. Again, living up to expectations.
Well, their is no real reason or topic for this one, but meh whatever I'm bored.
I go on the computer because I'm bored, but then I become even more bored by being on the computer, and makes my eyes hurt :( I don't think that made sense written down...it did in my head. Oh well.
I named this one ('one' because I don't know if this is a new blog or post or whatever) Coeur de pirate simply because that is what I'm listening to right now, coeur de pirate-comme des enfants-lovely song in french, love it.
Well, as I have blabbered enough for anyone who was actually reading it to cease, I might as well stop now. But I refuse to until I find something I actually want to write about....
Do you ever get when you read a book or listen to a song and it changes your mood and you feel as if you're the person its about or the person who wrote it from their perspective? Maybe I'm just crazy.
the suggested labels for this post are: scooters, holidays and autumn. None of which are as boring as this lmao
Recently I've found myself incredibly fed up with extra-curricular activities.
On monday, I have choir, tuesday I have a violin lesson and traditional group. On wednesday I have a music theory class during lunch, and rock group after school. Thursday I have a piano lesson, and Friday I have a book club(yes, haha, but i enjoy it ok?) On saturday I have two fiddle lessons, and then on sunday I have to try and practice everything, homework and do art coursework. Fun. I think it's fair to say I have a busy week. That's not to say I don't enjoy doing stuff, it's good in the long run and it is actually fun, but Im just so wrecked all the time. Oh well.
This is probably the worst blog of all time, but hell, it was what was on my mind, and isn't that what a blog is for?
Bleh. I give up, surrender. Blehhhhhh.

P.S No sign of Mystery Cat

Mystery Cat

Well, this has gotten off to a brilliant start hasn't it? I can't think of an url thingy, so i stick to my basic description, 'technologically retarded'. I have lived up to expectations, as I now appear to be called 'Mystery Cat'. Which was actually meant to be the topic of my blog. Just great.
Either way, although any suggestions as to how I work this thing properly would me much appreciated, I suppose I'll carry on, and warn the world about Mystery Cat.
During the bleak mid-winter, when snow had finally fallen in time for Christmas, I began to notice little cat paw prints in the snow. This is not unusual. Cats seem to like having days out in my garden for some reason. I admit I was disappointed, when the snow got extremely deep, that I did not happen across a deep cavern-like trail across the grass of which a cat had tried to trudge through the foot deep snow. No, no such luck was my own.
We never saw the cat that made those footprints, and the cats stopped staking out the garden once it hit november, so there was much suspicion.
So, why have I dedicated a blog to this? Because as I sat staring enthusiastically at the computer screen in absolute boredom, I heard a screechy noise, that I firstly assumed to be my sisters messin about in the next room. Then I realised only one of my sisters are home tonight, and she is currently watching t.v with my mother and father (I'm not anti-social, it's jsut I get a bit bored of 'Deadliest Catch' sometimes.) and thus, my theory was defied.
The screeching continued. Sounded like a cat. An angry cat. A cat that is now known as Mystery Cat. And for good reason.
My curiousity got the better of me, so I went to investigate. I looked out the back door to the step, and though I could here the cat, I could not see it. I turned the outside light on, and still, nothing.
My little sister appeared in beside me, questioning why I was glaring out the kitchen window, especially as it was pitch black. I must say, I shushed her and told her to listen carefully in the upmost conspicuous and investigative manner, which I'm rather proud of :)
But that is beside the point.
In contrary to Niall's first explanation of the cat noise via msn, I am not mad. My sister also heard the angry cat. Unfortunately, his second explanation is yet to be proven wrong, I could well have infected Olivia with my madness. But hopefully not.
Anyhoo, I have concluded that it is an invisible cat, as it is the only other reasonable explanation.
Mystery Cat, I'm on to you.