For you I sing and dance, rejoice in this divine romance, lift my heart and my hands to show my love, to show my love...

Well, I'm back, you'll be glad to hear.

Christmas has been and gone. It went in so quickly. I'm pretty gutted.

It was a rather strange christmas I'll have to admit. I don't know why- it was just different.
I didn't really feel like it was christmas, yet I still enjoyed it somehow.

I did get a few surprises, par exemple a digital camera with a printer for printing my foties, and a new mobile phone. Oh and also a lost series 2 boxset....yay! Now I can watch all my fave episodes again and again.

On boxing day, I went into town for a while with my Dad and although only Castle Court and a few other shops were opened, it was still absolutely crammed with people and so I felt like going straight back home again. The older I get, the less I seem to enjoy going shopping. Up until recently I would have claimed to be a shopaholic, but I've come to a sudden realization that , in actual fact, it can be kind of tedious and if I can't find anything I like, I become incredibly impatient.

Ironically I went into town again the following day. I suppose I thought it mightn't be as busy as it was on boxing day, even though all of the shops would be opening that day. Makes perfectly good sense that I would choose to go in on a day when all the shops would be opened and all the sales would have started.
What a bright idea.

Basically it just made me really frustrated and feeling like I wanted to go home again. So I bought a CD first and then headed home. Little did I know that if I hadn't have been a moody cow and had have remained in town for a little while longer, I could have seen flipping Gary Lightbody casually shopping in HMV. Ragin.
Caters and Jen saw him coming down the escalator, as they were going up; the lucky ducks.That's the second time Caters has seen someone from snow patrol, but hasn't been able to say anything. I feel so inferior, having never met any "proper" celebs within my lifetime.

Saying that,when the opportunity did arise, both Caters and I chickened out. My mum sort of forced us to greet the Drifters, but as we drew nearer to where they were standing, we were instantly overwhelmed by their legendary status, so we ran off in the other direction. We totally could have been mates with them now if we had have been just that bit braver.

Went to Nicola's that night and watched Hercules. I accidentally thought the muses were called "mules", which conjures up a rather amusing mental image. Silly me. We also decided to invent our own crisps. Here's some advice: don't think you're being clever by attempting to make your own salt & vinegar crisps by pouring vinegar on top of some plain crisps. It really does not work. The crisps end up soggy and tasting nothing like the kind you can buy in the shops.

However, simply adding black pepper to a bag of kettle crisps is mouthwateringly tasty. Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but they were edible, so we were proud of our achievement.

On thursday I went into Abbeycentre with Caters to have lunch and dander about the shops. I bought nothing except for foundation, yet it was still good fun. We also bumped into Sarah and Sonni, who we chatted to in the middle of the abbeycentre; shouting and waving our hands about. I'm surprised Sonny wasn't frightened.

Caters stayed over on Thursday night and we watched Calamity Jane which is, as Caters puts it, " good, clean fun". We both love the bit when Katy helps Calamity decorate her wee cottage- so cute. We chatted most of the night, despite getting tired at like 11 o clock. Anyway, was nice having a good ol' chat.

Went to the odyssey last night with Sarah and Sonni. We went to see "Miss Potter", which was actually really good. I always loved Beatrix Potter's books as a child, so I found it quite interesting. Sarah also loved them so we were reminiscing about the little characters etc.
It was nice meeting Sonni. She was really lovely and friendly and her english was absolutely unbelievable. It makes you realize how crap we are linguistically over here!

We went to the streat afterwards and ate some kick ass fifteens, and gazed out the window at all the chavs in mini-skirts and Sarah shouted" eugh, look at her in her nice leather mini...and yumm...leopard print!" totally oblivious to the fact that the girl's friend was sitting about 10 metres away from us, frantically waving out the window at her. Whoops.

I'm going to go now and attempt to do some form of art, that is if I can remember how to. It's been so long.

Adios amigos.
xxx

When you’re safe inside your room, you tend to dream of a place where nothing’s harder than it seems...

Listening to some good ol' Christina Aguilera songs.

Fab.

I actually haven't written on this thing for centuries. The mixture of exams and christmas shopping stress has been a bit much.

Went out on saturday to Lisburn in an attempt to buy all my christmas presents in one day. Unsurprisingly, it failed miserably. However, I did get about 6/10, which isn't too bad I guess.

I've got a few of my exam results back and, to be honest, I'm rather pleased, generally speaking. I did get a C in english lit, but I was expecting it, so it wasn't exactly a shock to the system. Hopefully the real thing will not be as disastrous.

On a more positive note, I got an A in spanish and, fingers crossed, french and art will be just as successful.

Can't believe how close it is to christmas. I'm really looking forward to actual christmas, but not really the rest of the holidays since I have a pile of artwork to do. I'm absolutely dreading it- it's just one of those things I procrastinate, then cram into one day, where I just paint for like 24 hours on end, or until whatever I'm painting begins to look like crap.

School hasn't really been all that exciting lately. I was planning on being ridiculously hyper and festive today, but my plan backfired as tiredness got the better of me, and also Caters has a sore throat- poor thing.
No doubt, I'll catch it and be loaded with the cold on christmas day or something.

I literally have nothing to do to busy myself tonight, but I suppose, if I really wanted to do, I could do some french. Thing is, I don't really want to. I'd much rather watch a christmas movie like miracle on 34th street or something, while drinking a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Gosh, I'm such a big granny.

Examenes...

I'm not quite sure what mood I'm in right now. Part of me feels slightly stressed out, but another part is totally relaxed. It's weird.

I had my spanish reading and writing today. I think the first wee bit of it went reasonably well, but after that, it went horribly wrong. Well, the writing bit was alright, but as for the harry potter translation thing- WHAT WAS GOIN ON THERE? The amount of words that I completely guessed was ridiculous, but oh well, I couldn't really have revised for it.

Today wasn't a bad day. Really could have been better though. It's beginning to get to me the way some people have been acting towards me recently. I keep kidding myself that it doesn't bother me, when it really does. I don't know if I should say something, in case I make the matter worse, but at the same time I find it annoying that they think I'm oblivious as to what's going on.

It really is not a nice feeling or situation to be in, especially when I don't think I've really done anything to deserve it. On the plus side, it's made me realise who I can and cannot trust.

Sorry if I sound like a big moan right now, but I just had to get that off my chest before I begin revising.

I think I'll possibly go do some king lear quotes, since I really don't appear to know any, and an essay withouts quotes would be pretty crap.

Right, I'm now heading off into the land of revision. Just in case I die of boredom half-way through; it was nice knowing you.

You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm tellin you why: Santa Claus is coming to town.

Okay, so it's slightly early for christmas tunes, but it's the only thing that'll get me through these crappy exams.

Anyway, as I previously mentioned, the public speaking competition was on monday night. I wasn't particularly nervous about it, but I'm still glad it's over and done with.

I must admit, Belfast High kicked ass. Obviously the adjudicators thought so too, since 3 out of 4 of us got placed. I came third, Nicola came 2nd and Caters won.

It brought a wee tear to my eye when she won. Probably because she's my best friend, and also that she's representing bhs-I SO hope that she wins the next one.

Just to let you know, I still have not yet revised. And, for once, it's not as a result of mere procrastination. I simply have had too many homeworks. Last night I had to prioritize between french orals and spanish orals. I mean, that's how bad it's getting. We shouldn't have so many that we have to just postpone one until the next night.

And, tonight, I've found myself in that same situation. Therefore, I think that the amount of revision I'll be doing will be very little. However, there's always hope. Night-before-revision worked relatively well for some of the GCSEs, so fingers crossed nothing will change. I like to believe that King Lear's comment:" Nothing will come of nothing" is a load of old nonsense.

Today was a good-ish day. I was slightly tired, however, and had a splitting headache, but once I took a tablet, the grass got greener. The thing I like about Wednesdays is having my ONLY relaxation period in the week.

Everyone went to the library today though, to do some work, leaving Caters and I
at the table. So, of course, we decided to play " The shutty-eye game", which, let's face it, never gets boring.

After that, I had my french period with Adeline. I'm feeling a lot more confident about this year's oral now I think, because I'm more used to speaking french regularly and having to improvise.

I think I'd better go, otherwise I'll do no work. That's not the real reason though. It's actually because I'm getting rather hungry and I think I'm having something nice for dinner.

Hasta la vista, baby.

Revision or, rather, a lack of it...

I cannot quite remember why I have not yet revised. I'm pretty sure there has to be some sort of logical explanation for it, but it's not really coming to mind.

Crap.

How have we been back at school for nearly 3 months? Seriously though, I don't have any time to do revision and homework simultaneously. What do the teachers think we are: magic?

Not only is my french listening on monday, but I also have flippin Soroptimist public speaking to do that night. Woopwoop. Totally overcome with excitement here.

I'm hoping that these exams shouldn't be too bad. Thank goodness I've no maths revise for- i just knew it was inevitable that I'd fail it anyway.

Saying that, I really need to learn my orals. I can improvise to some extent, but " Bonjour, Je m'appelle Melissa" is about the height of it...

Anyway, today was a relatively good day. I like fridays because I get 4 free periods, which I end up using for art. Don't even get me started on that subject. Grrrrr.
Today I decided to help Catherine use felt for the first time. Boys-a-dear, it's confusing.

How she is going to make a hat purely from felt is beyond me. But I'm sure it'll be great when it's done.

Our little table is strange without Sarah and Nikki. I miss them. Hopefully they're having a good time in Deutschland.

Not sure what exciting things I'm getting upto this weekend. Possibly some revision. Let's be honest though, that's highly unlikely.

Tonight Caters is coming round. We're gonna watch the 1st episode of the 3rd series of lost, which Sarah kindly taped for us.

Should be a fun night.

I really feel like dancing right now; contrary to what the Scissor Sisters once said.

I'm listening to Jailhouse rock. Long live the King.

It's not so tough for these ordinary hands, when we trust someone with extraordinary plans...

Just finished my francais homework , so I decided I would write a quick blog to inform you of the latest happenings in my exciting life.

Friday: Went to impact with Caters, but it was extremely empty since all the carrick-grammarers were away to castlewellan for their C.U. trip.

When it ended, we walked down into Carrick to find Jen and Laura, who had been giving out hot chocolate and sweeties to people...

It was all cold and christmasy outside and the tree was all lit up. I rather liked it, despite the fact that it was scattered with vertical pieces of tinsel. Yum.

Afterwards, Caters came back to mine and we watched children in need. I love when it goes to the norn iron part and shows the "celebs" like uncle andy and Spiral form big brother. Such A listers.

We then watched this french singer, Camille on youtube. Did you know that fart noises and finger clicking can be more catchy than instruments?

We also watched some disney songs in other languages. GO listen to "a whole new world" from Aladdin in german. I swear, it'll make you want to cry. I want to learn german. I made caters say some for me 'cause she has a fab accent.

Saturday was a pretty good day. Went into carrick and did a bit of shopping, then came home, faffed about for a while and then headed off to Nicola's for her party. It was funny. We basically stuffed ourselves with food, talked about the hotness of freddy prinze junior ( we were watchin she's all that btw), and Nikki confessed that " it didn't really feel like a party."

We also took some funny pictures, which made my neck look really weird and wrinkly. It's not a good look.

Yeah so didn't get home until like 12 o clock, so I was too tired to walk up the stairs into my bed, which meant that i stayed downstairs until 1. I was physically unable to get myself out of bed this morning. It took until 12.30 for me to wake up properly.

I just sat on the sofa starin at the ceiling for a while.

Pretty exciting stuff.

Not long back from church there. Went to the baptist because Laura Ellison and ten others were gettin baptised. It was great. Really inspirational.

I love seeing how God has worked in so many people's lives.

I'm going to go to bed now. It's getting a wee bit late and I'm sleepy.

Plus, I need to pray. There's a lot of people that I want to pray for.

Goodnight dear blog.

It's the overflow of a forgiven soul and now we've seen you God, our hearts cannot stay silent.

I absolutely love that song.

The simplicity of it makes it so beautiful. It makes me feel so happy.

Today was a pretty great day. I have to say, though, I literally cannot remember doing any work whatsoever. Why does this happen to me; I turn into a waster a few weeks before the exams? Ragin.

Stupid interview thingy tomorrow. I'd rather eat my own face. Seriously though- IT IS NOT REAL. I understand that it's benefical and whatever, but from the way mrs Gillespie talks about it, you'd think the world was gonna end if we didn't go to it. Also- who said that we all own a pair of black trousers? They're not the sort of thing I'd wear on a daily basis to tell you the truth.

Stayed after school today for public speaking practice. I think it went reasonably well, so hopefully the real thing shouldn't be too bad. I actually was totally oblivious to the speed at which I talk. It is ridiculous. I recorded myself saying it just to hear how bad it is. Goodness me. I barely breathed.

Miss Miller then brought us all home again. Well, she brought us back to Caters' house since we didn't want to ask her to bring us both home. So, I stayed there for dinner and then I came home.

And here I am, wasting my time again. I did fix some of my public speaking speech though, so it's not all bad.

Sarah texted me to say that her mum's not allowing her to wear her Ryan Adams t-shirt tomorrow. Hahaha. She makes me laugh.

Oh yes and I failed to mention that I'm eating really nice toast at the minute. It's grainy. It's scary that that entertains me.

Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and you know them by name. You are amazing God.

Well said Chris Tomlin, well said.

Anyway: Mannafest last night was amazing.

At the beginning, I must admit, I was feeling a bit irritated. I was just looking around me and I couldn't help but notice how many people around me were just sitting talking as Andy McCourt was speaking.

It sort of worried me that people were coming just for the craic or something, and it was beginning to get to me.

So, it took me a rather long time before I could stop myself from being distracted by these people. But I did; eventually.

I think Andy McCourt deserves a congratulations. God really spoke to me through him last night and evidently lots of other people, too.

He just made me realise how much things in my life I take for granted. I probably don't even realise how lucky I actually am.

I mean, I complain if there isn't any nice cereal in the cupboard or any brioche left, when there are some people who are dying of starvation. Hmmm- makes you think, eh?

And I have a wonderful family that constantly worry about me, which is a good thing I guess. It shows they care.

And I have wonderful friends, and that Catherine Fisher one is a fab best friend.

Yip. Life is good.

So, next month, get your ass down to mannafest, That's where it's happenin'.

I better go. I have to get somethin to eat then do some art. It's boring. But oh well, at least I'm good at it I guess.

I like being positive.

Current mood: joyful.

Saturday. Yeeeeeeeehah.

Good afternoon.

It is actually baltic outside.( pronounced BAL-teek btw.) I'm worried my fingers are gonna fall off. Although I'd be ragin, it'd be a pretty good excuse for not doin art.

"Sorry Miss Todd, I didn't do a media page. I have no fingers." SCORE!

Was hoping for a bit of a lie in this morning, but no- had to get up at seven...well, it was more like 7.20 by the time i managed to climb out of bed. A group of us went to help box some items that need to be sent to Moldova, so it was for a good cause even if it was a bit chilly.

Literally only back five minutes ago yet, surprisingly, the first thing I did wasn't eat lunch. How unlike me. I am rather starving though, but I'm stuck in a bit of a dilemma over what to eat.
Oh, the choices are endless.

Anyway, how was my friday? Twas pretty good. I like the whole non-uniformness atmosphere. Okay, so it's pretty much a non-working one, but it's so much more fun. The talent show was rather fab; for once. It lasted a good wee while longer, too. I particularly loved Ben and Patrick's impressions of the teachers. Ragin that we didn't get to see Mr Morrison and Mrs Bredin.

Mrs Cochrane has finally given in to our constant nagging about a spanish trip- yay! Though, if it's an exchange, I'd be pretty scared, spesh since I know how scared Caters was in Germany. Eek.

Went to impact last night, then went to the cinema with Caters, Jen and Laura. Went to see Step up. One piece of advice: go see it now! It was actually great. I have to agree with Sarah; it does make you want to be a dancer from the ghetto. Sometimes I wish I could dance. I am not the most coordinated at times.

I'm goin to mannafest tonight- well, not just me; me, cat, nicola, nikki and jen and laura are going. Should be great. I haven't been to mannafest in yonks, and I always really enjoy it. Not too sure who the speaker is tonight though, so should be a wee surprise haha.
I feel a bit sort of nervous about it too though. It's the first thing of that sort I've been to since Autumn Soul. Do u know what I mean, though?

Roite well I should go make some lunch, do some art, get a shower, ring catherine and go to mannafest of course.

I'll keep you posted on how that goes.

Procrastination and Wasterdom.

Good evening folks.

I know I said that I would write on this thinger, but forgetting my username and password have prevented me from doing so.


What an eejit. Actually.

Why is it the end of the week; already? The highlight of my week will probably be the talent show, despite it only lasting a disappointing 20 minutes, or whatever it is. In first year it seemed to last for hours. How dumb were we?

Anyway,"non-uniform day". I'm afraid mrs gormley seems to have got the wrong idea of what it is. No jewellery. No make-up. No heels. Party on down. Okay, so the latter rule is insignificant to me since I never wear heels anyway and never will do again, i might add, until the school formal in march. My poor feet haven't quite recovered from the Carrick Grammar formal. The poor soles. ( Yes, I am aware that it usually is spelt "souls" just in case you mistake my wit for stupidity.)

School today was rather boring. Spanish was alright. Ciara, Libby and I decided to skive off assembly. Better that than arriving in 10 minutes late and looking like twits. Art was pretty useless, to be honest. The whole 3D thing is an absolute pain in the bum. I would like to have a life, thank you very much- spending my nights moulding chicken wire and covering it in modrok is not my idea of fun. Saying that, neither is painting, but I do enjoy it a lot more if I like what I'm doing.

I'm pretty stuck for ideas though. A chair means not going out for like a century, but then making a lamp/fountain is a tad ambitious, especially since I don't know anything sciency and I'm keek at clay. It's a recipe for disaster. Plus, I'd cry If it turned out like the sow did i.e. in a thousand pieces. R.I.P. little sow's head.

Hmph. It's a sticky situation.

C.U. was good today. It's amazing how big it really has got. The lecture theatre is overflowing with people. It's great. Catherine and I were in funny moods though. Tuna sandwiches can be incredibly entertainin' ya know.

My francais period with Adeline wasn't bad- as good as it can be, considering the most I ever manage to say is about two sentences. Well, what do you expect when you ask daft questions like" what do you think of hooligans?" Well, I think they're rather fabulous...gee.

Ohmygoodness. I am sitting on the computer, and it's 7.45. I have done no homework. Nada. I don't really have one apart from french I guess, but I suppose I should be "reading critical analyses of king lear" or something more productive than this.

This is going to sounds ultra-geeky, but doing latin has made me see words in new ways lol. I never thought I'd be able to say that the mispelling of "panini" could aggravate me, but guess what? Now I can. I saw it spelt as "paninnis" today. That is unacceptable guys. Learn your group endings flip sake.

Now, mes amis, I must go to watch " Live flesh" for my spanish presentation. Let's hope it's not as pornographic as it looks. How ironic is it that a teacher donated it to me?

Very.

Right, I'm outta here folks.

*Gone.*

The boredom is killing me.

Hello blog.

Boring day.

I'm on my "break" from art. It really is the bane of my existance.

Why I decided to do a media page on roses is beyond me. On a lighter note, if you squint it sort of looks like a flower.

I'm currently eating a pot noodle. I never thought I'd say this but they're gross. Even the peas are like 1% pea; 99% monosodium glutamate ( whatever that is.) Anyway, it was all there was to eat.

Hey- so much for pot noodle friday. We've now moved on to a much healthier diet of malteaser buns and chocolate chip scones. Well...it's bread, and bread can be healthy, right?