My first Blog

What an inspiring title. It's basically what it says on the tin. Though it isn't a tin, that's a stupid, over-used phrase. I think it originally comes from a paint or oven cleaner advert a few years ago:

"It does just what it says on the tin"

Come to think of it, I've seen one of those advert recently. A guy painting his decking, starting right in the middle with a swoosh of some dark brown paint, which hardly seemed the most logical place to start. But them, I'm not an expert in decking painting technique.

I'm trying to think of ways I can make my blog quirky. I never really wanted to start a blog, in fact, I already have a LiveJournal. Maybe that's like, a cardinal sin in Bloggerworld, to use LiveJournal. But should anyone actually be interested enough, you can get to my livejournal by going to the URL at the top and replacing "blogspot" with "livejournal". Yes, I really am that original.

Or if you're realy lazy (though a lazy person wouldn't want to go read a pessimistic 15 year old online diary) I have very thoughtfully provided a link. http://xylophonefairy.livejournal.com/

How kind I am to you?

I only made this because DarkUfo decided to make the Lost Spoilers page Blogger or Google users only. I actually have a google account, but I can't remember the email, and anyways it's basically my name, then a full stop, then my second name. My second name is quite quirky, so I'm not allowed to give it out. It makes me too traceable. Especially as it is quite likely that I will at some point let slip where I live, and then you only have to go to my town and flip through a phone book and find my name. We're the only ones in my town.

However, my first name is far more common. I am called Rebecca, as if there weren't already enough Rebecca's in the world. There's several in my year. Two others are on a similar intelectual wavelength to me, so I seem to share a million classes with Rebecca F and Rebecca O. I'm Rebecca A. There's also a Rebecca B (though I think she's in jail in Somerset or something) and a Becky S (who is actually Rebecca but she went to my Primary school and has always been Becky). We could make a club.

Rebecca O is more popular than me, it was quite depressing in PE Theory when Sam called out my universal name and I turned around and he said "not you" which was actually slightly rude. He was calling out to Rebecca O.

I then had the happy moment of finding out that I got 90% on my coursework, which was only actually out of 10, and is only worth 10% of the final grade, so actually 'twas 9% that I'm going into the exam with. Lucky me.

I live in Hertfordshire, which is a Home County and is considered posh. But my town isn't posh, it's a concrete jungle in the middle of pretty countryside, but it had very good motorway links. People often say that the best thing about my town is that you can get out of it quickly, which is hardly a compliment. But I live on a nice road in the nicest area, so I survive. I also go to a nice school, this is overuse of the word nice.

I won't bore you any more with news about myself, and shall instead leave you with my thought of the day:

"The average man has less than two legs"

Think about it!