Well, the British Funtrivia users have probably come across our (or at least the English; I'm not sure how that works exactly) Eurovision Song Contest Entry for the year.

     For those who don't know, representatives from a selection of European countries have to write and perform a song, and are then judged by the rest of the countries. The winner then gets to host the next contest.

     Anyways, this year, for some reason, the public decided to go with 30-something white rapper "Daz Sampson", and his rap, "Teenage Life".

     I have a few problems with this.

     My first was that a rap is centred around lyrics and understanding them. What the hell is the point of submitting a word-based song to Europe when they won't know what it means? The novelty value of the song - which let's face it, is all it has - will be completely lost on anyone who hasn't mastered English.

     My second...Well, see that's the only problem I have with the song being submitted for Eurovision. I couldn't care less about the competition. I'd heard of it when I was young, and after Jemini's disastrous performance ("Null points" still rings through my head), I was sworn off it completely.

     The second criticism I have is with the song itself. Daz seems to be trying to appeal to the misconstrued teenager by reminding us that it was a long time since those teachers were teenagers, and therefore, they know nothing about teenage life.

     Daz Sampson is middle-aged. How the heck does he know any more about teenage life than teachers? The only people who do know about teenage life are TEENAGERS. And despite the fact that this period is the same for every generation with minor changes to the insults and terminology, some really desperate rapper isn't going to convince us he can empathise.

     My third...I've run out. Let's just go with that Daz is a "Wigga": A term coined by Snoop Dog on his show "Snoop...something-izzle-my-fizzle-nizzle" that describes a white man trying to be black. Oh yeah, and he's a Chav.

     I will be really surprised if this isn't another entry wasted for Britain.

     Now that I've had my say, have yours. Keeps the cosmic balance in order.

Hrmph. When you consider that I set this up because Flynn_17 told me to, it makes a fair amount of sense that I post when he tells me to as well.

     And all because his PC can't handle the MSN version of MySpace. If I was typing on that right now, I'd make some comment about me being a subservient life form that rhymes with "itch", but alas, the moderators would get me.

     So...A subject.

     Well, I was listening to "Utopia" by Alanis Morissette. My personal utopia would be quite similar to the world I live in now. However, I'd have magical powers at my disposal, I'd be thinner, and a few people - make that few hundred - would have disappeared mysteriously. Oh, and there'd be more food colouring in everything. You haven't had pancakes until they're a lurid blue. Or cookies until they're luminous green.

     A recent achievement of my own was the completion of a sixth chapter for the story I am writing: "Lanette". It is heavily in need of a new title, and I'd be open to any suggestions.

     Regardless, this sixth chapter brings the word count to more than 17,000, and that's a record for me. I also have a vague plan as to where the story is going, and this too is an achievement.

     A holiday tomorrow. No school. Which is good, because I need to write an annotation for my Intergrated Assignment for my Music GCSE. What fun!

     Urgh. I guess that's it for now. Tune in again in a few months for more apathetic blurbings.

I was playing on Isketch.net and lost because somebody puts peas in their soup.

     Come on! Who really creates catastrophic culinary creations like that? And then they cheated 'cause they couldn't draw gravy boats OR gravy. And then he ended the round before I could get my points.

     So I lost. Boostardo.

     In other news, Flynn_17 has a stalker. His blog's doing well; go check it out.

     Um.

     That's it really.

Throughout my life, my dreams have always seemed to be events that could occur in real life. I've had three about the game "Lemmings" (when I was little, my mother played it a lot). Recently I've had three about the game "Tomb Raider: Legend" which shows that even on a subconscious level, I'm a computer geek. I've also had some about large and astonishingly varied supermarkets. I've had a few surreal ones, but they seem to have been fantasy takes on everyday events.

     Last night, however, presented me with one of the best dreams I've had. It too was normal, but special to me.

     I shall 'splain: Recently, I've been consumed with a hate for a girl I go to school with, named Kristina. She's hypocritical, arrogant, condescending, self-obsessed, vain, and could be described with a number of other epithets. I've never tried a full-on argument with her, because she'd either shout me down, or throw something totally irrelevant in my face, and because I'm not so good on the comeback side.

     So when I slide into an incredibly realistic dream in which I argue with her eloquently, stand my ground, and almost bring her to tears, I feel re-he-heally good about myself.

     Yes, it's utterly pathetic and cowardly, but I don't care!

     Dreams like these are fun. You had one? Say so!

Seeing as the last one was copied off Flynn_17's blog (hey, he said it was by me too), I thought I'd do one of my own -

OH GOD! I USED THE WRONG "WASTE/WAIST" IN MY SCREENAME! ARGH!

Well, at the moment that's probably the most exciting thing going on. On the plus side, all my G.C.S.E. (that's exams some Brits do when 15/16 to you across t'Atlantic) coursework has been completed - except Music, which I'm putting heavy work into by listening to lots of it.

Felt kind of sorry for Alistair today. He's taken all three of the "arts" (performing or otherwise) courses - I think - and he doesn't seem to be coping with the load.

Tomb Raider Legend draws nearer by the nanosecond. Shame I'm spoiling most of it by looking for all the information on t'Intranet, mais c'est la vie.

And that will be all. Good nigh!

Just dumb.

In my desperate quest to have the new Tomb Raider (Tomb Raider: Legend), I spent ?6 on the "Official Playstation2 Magazine", which I would never have done had it not been for the demo, as OPS2M is an evil ripoff, with minimal content. The demo CD is good though...

      Anyhoo, Legend is seeming like an incredibly good game, and I want it so very badly, but it doesn't come out till April 7. And I have GCSE coursework for Monday, or I get entered for an extra exam.

     Maybe I should get my priorities straight...

     Urm. That's really it I guess. I just thought I'd add a little update.

We have an update on Christine and her whereabouts.

After extensive research into her activities, we at Life at Lawndale, have managed to find this advert for a new phone service she appears to have set up:

Details are unconfirmed but it appears that she has set up a phone line for ugly people, and until the police decide to help us in our quest, we can't trace phone calls to her location. Even if we could, we suspect she is on the move.

Christine, if you're reading this: Please. It's time to stop.

We would also like to mention one of Blethar's fish, who - at the time of writing - died. It is believed he was murdered by one of two fish Blethar got lumped with due to parents and their problems. It would not be the first time such a heinous crime has been committed.

Rest in peace, fish.

This was a public service announcement from Life at Lawndale.

After learning a new shortcut and being really bored, I thought "Why not see what some albums would like with different colours?" And here's the result:

Bj?rk - Homogenic

Anika Moa - Stolen Hill

Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand

All quite funky.

Go find the originals so you can compare them.

Have you seen Christine?

This is Christine.

Christine is 45 and likes board games, Special K, and Sandy Toksvig.

Have you seen this woman?

Take a long hard look.

Look at her.

Hard.

OK, not that hard.

You'll go blind.

If you think you've seen Christine, or would like to help us find Christine, please call 247 478463 and ask for Blethar. I'll send the flyer right out to you. When Flynn's faxed me them.

This was a public service announcement from Life at Lawndale, conjured by Flynn_17.

Thankyou.