After today, I will never again write the year "2007" on the front of a homework diary. Saying that, this time next year homework diaries will be something completely of the past.
I know it sounds a bit cliché, but I really don't know where time goes. It seems like just yesterday that I did my work-experience, when, in actual fact, it was almost a year ago. 2007, it seems, has been one of the fastest years of my life.
Though it may not have been entirely life-changing, I can look back at 2007 with a great deal of fondness and without ( i hope) many regrets.
I'm not quite certain whether 2008 induces more fear or excitement in me, nevertheless what I'm pretty sure about is that it will be an important year in my life. For one, I turn eighteen and, on top of that, I say goodbye to Belfast High and hello to a new life at University. Exciting, yet absolutely terrifying.
Anyway, I feel that there's no point thinking about what the future will bring without reminiscing about all the good ( and bad) things that 2007 brought to my life.
Unlike most years where I make up a ridiculous new year's resolution that I will inevitably break, this year Catherine and I decided to do something a little bit different; a sort of do-something-new-every-month type thing. Our intention was, in fact, to do something completely different each month but a combination of being skint, stuck for ideas or not having enough time made that rather impossible. This is a list of what we did end up doing:
January- We made our first vid of 2007, which wasn't a complete novelty I'll admit, but it was good fun I'm sure.
February- We made a sort of person-cake called "Susannah", which we ate afterwards. ( It even had edible hair, mmm.)
March- We went to our school formal and were deemed as "wasted" by two barman. We went to a public speaking competition in FivemileTown and saw a girl who thought you pronounce violence as "viowence."
April- We got the bus down to Dublin for the day and found our way round by following the tram lines. That was a pretty fun day, actually.
May- Presumably we visited Mauds a record-breaking amount of times, moaned about King Lear until we were blue in the face and spent weekends in doing art.
June- We went to see Chicago in the Grand Opera House and all that jazz. Gosh, I'm so funny.
July- We had a day out at Belfast Zoo and spent two weeks in a country where you did nothing but sweat and stupidly forgot to bring bikinis so were forced to get naked in the showers that didnt have doors.
August- We spent an entire two weeks apart, then when Catherine returned from desolateland we talked on the phone for a staggering 3 and a half hours. We also got completely and utterly drenched in the rain at a christian event in Carrick.
September- We decorated our very own study booth, which stayed tidy for about a day.
October- We must have forgotten about our new-thing-per-month task.
November-We wrote our very own diabetes-related parody to the tune of " It's raining men" and accidentally wore the same outfit for non-uniform day.
December- We lost our armageddon virginity, and it was worth every minute of it. * hangs head in shame*
There you have it: a summary of how our New Year's resolution went. Truthfully it went better than any other New Year's resolution I've ever made.
2007 was, in general, a pretty great year. The highlights, without a speck of doubt, were the formal and Moldova. Considering I didn't even think I was going to be able to go , it's not surprising that I loved every minute of it. While I was there, i was a different person. I can't quite place my finger on what it was, but I think I was maybe less selfish, less materialistic and more focused on others.
It never really hit me until a good while afterwards that we'd done such an amazing thing out there. Though I can't say I miss the food or the smell of the "toilets", I do miss being there.
With 2008 only being 7 hours and 5 minutes away; I only have two resolutions:
1) to sort out my relationship with God, full stop.
2) to enjoy 2008 as much as I did 2007, if not more.
Happy New Year everyone.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
"A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!"
Unfortunately for all you avid readers, there isn't a great deal of news from your favourite blogger( that's me by the way, in case you weren't aware).
It is exactly one week until Christmas and, like last year, I can't say that I'm feeling particularly festive. It could be due to the fact that my exams only properly finished yesterday, thus I haven't really had any time to think about Christmas but, more likely, it's because I'm growing up. Christmas is still Christmas at the end of the day and I know that it'll never stop being enjoyable but nothing will ever beat those good old days when you go to bed at about 7:00pm because you're afraid santa will catch you being awake and will decide not to give you any presents. Then, on Christmas morning, you'd run down the stairs as soon as you felt Santa had definitely been and gone and there was no chance of him spotting you, then deliberate which side of the room to go to first to open the presents.
The fact that I'll be able to pretend Santa is real again whenever I have children makes me want to have them right now. Not really, of course, because I don't want to be one of those mums who walks about carrying her child like it's a barbie doll and thinks that getting its ears pierced as soon as it's out of the womb makes it look attractive. Also, if I'm planning on getting pregnant and, therefore, married any time soon, I might need to actually find myself a boyfriend first. Wishful thinking, eh?
I basically did nothing today in school- that place where you're supposedly meant to be educated. 'Screw that' say the teachers at Belfast High School apparently. It seems they see it as more important to piss off to nameless courses than to actually teach the people whose education depends on them. Well, if that's how they're going to be, then I shall jolly well sit back and do nothing except, perhaps, eat one of Mrs Stirling's mint chocolate traybakes. So, not only is their lack of appearance affecting my knowledge, it's also having a bad effect on my health.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, which is undoubtedly the worst day of the week since I have no free periods. Tomorrow will be even more crap I'm thinking, because all of my friends are going up to Whiteabbey Presbyterian to practice for the Carol Service tomorrow night, which I am attending for some unknown reason. That means that most of my day will be spent as a loner, though at least it'll mean I might actually get some work done.
I'm going to end this blog right here, because I am still in my uniform and its almost 8:00pm and I'm feeling like a bit of a lazy cow.
I'll update you once I'm feeling more christmassy.
Bis Bald,
x
It is exactly one week until Christmas and, like last year, I can't say that I'm feeling particularly festive. It could be due to the fact that my exams only properly finished yesterday, thus I haven't really had any time to think about Christmas but, more likely, it's because I'm growing up. Christmas is still Christmas at the end of the day and I know that it'll never stop being enjoyable but nothing will ever beat those good old days when you go to bed at about 7:00pm because you're afraid santa will catch you being awake and will decide not to give you any presents. Then, on Christmas morning, you'd run down the stairs as soon as you felt Santa had definitely been and gone and there was no chance of him spotting you, then deliberate which side of the room to go to first to open the presents.
The fact that I'll be able to pretend Santa is real again whenever I have children makes me want to have them right now. Not really, of course, because I don't want to be one of those mums who walks about carrying her child like it's a barbie doll and thinks that getting its ears pierced as soon as it's out of the womb makes it look attractive. Also, if I'm planning on getting pregnant and, therefore, married any time soon, I might need to actually find myself a boyfriend first. Wishful thinking, eh?
I basically did nothing today in school- that place where you're supposedly meant to be educated. 'Screw that' say the teachers at Belfast High School apparently. It seems they see it as more important to piss off to nameless courses than to actually teach the people whose education depends on them. Well, if that's how they're going to be, then I shall jolly well sit back and do nothing except, perhaps, eat one of Mrs Stirling's mint chocolate traybakes. So, not only is their lack of appearance affecting my knowledge, it's also having a bad effect on my health.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, which is undoubtedly the worst day of the week since I have no free periods. Tomorrow will be even more crap I'm thinking, because all of my friends are going up to Whiteabbey Presbyterian to practice for the Carol Service tomorrow night, which I am attending for some unknown reason. That means that most of my day will be spent as a loner, though at least it'll mean I might actually get some work done.
I'm going to end this blog right here, because I am still in my uniform and its almost 8:00pm and I'm feeling like a bit of a lazy cow.
I'll update you once I'm feeling more christmassy.
Bis Bald,
x
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
"Those three words are said too much, but not enough..."
Howdy there.
I am currently feeling very relaxed, which is down to the fact that I now only have one exam left if you leave out my oral exams. Hallelujah.
It's a bit worrying though that I only have one written exam left and I didn't actually get started revision. I'm sure my report will be full of A grades ( note the sarcasm.)
I had my french reading and "prosey wosey" today, as well as my english lit poetry exam. I think the french went fine, but then again I hadn't thought the listening had went that badly, and I ended up getting 20 out of 30, so I've probably made a shambles of this one. The prose was considerably easier than the stuff we've been doing in class. Saying that, I did have several mental blanks- I could not for the life of me remember how to say "floor" in french and I accidentally wrote the spanish word for train. Hopefully, if you squint at it, it might look like it says le train.
The english lit also went "well" as in I understood what the poem was vaguely about and I managed to write more than a paragraph. Not only that, I also had ten minutes left over at the end, which, for me, is a real novelty. I've probably read the question wrong. When I got out of the exam, I decided to check my bloodsugar out of mere curiosity, but discovered it was 2.8, so I've probably written the exam in spanish or something. Great.
After the english exam, Caters and I went to get our mobiles from Mrs Nelson, but she wasn't there, so we ended up having to stay after school, waiting for her. When we got to the buspark, we found that our bus was actually still there, but it was broken down, which isn't much use when you want to get home. We then went to get the outside bus, which is never, under any circumstances, a fun time. You either have to queue up for it with about 80 others, which was the case today, or stand in the torrential rain with a broken umbrella until about 6 o'clock because the busdriver makes a spontaneous decision not to bother his ass to come. This was also the case today.
When the bus did decide to come along and my hands, therefore, had become totally numb because of the cold, about 80 belfast highians clambered on.
When we got on, we were greeted by that familiar breathy smell that buses seem to have, which really does brighten my day, and also by the shouts of a bunch of yobbos who had placed themselves at the back of the bus where they could get a clear view of frail looking grannies to attack. It just so happens that today a pack of grammar school kids were getting on the bus i.e. a yobbo's ideal victim to mock.
As Caters and I were sitting there trying to have a conversation, a woman, sitting right in front of us, who was a bit on the chubby side, kept staring at us, which led us to feel a bit paranoid. Whilst trying to figure out why this woman continued to turn round and stare at us at regular intervals, we tried to have
a conversation, but were interrupted by the sounds of the chavs, chanting their usual- and what seems to them as hilarious- "eyoooooooo". Well, dear chavs, if I could give you one piece of advice, it would be this: there is nothing funny nor witty about shouting "eyoooooo" at people. In fact, it just shows a lack of vocabulary, articulation and, contrary to your belief, looks highly uncool.
After sitting there for a while, we came to a conclusion that the chubby woman in front of us appeared to know "Carl" and his bling-covered mates. As the chavs threw bits of scrunched up paper at her hair whilst having conversations about when to smoke their next joint, brave chubby woman retaliated by saying " I'm watching you" and proceeded to give them- what she thought was- a look of death. There was no beating Carl and Crew, however, because they replied with what is perhaps the wittiest, most intelligent insult of the century : " shut yer bake, there's sheeeeeiiiiite in yer knickers." Well done guys. I'm sure that'll be in the Guinness Book of records for the sharpest comeback ever made.
Not only did anonymous chubby woman take a psycho at Carl and crew( who were presumably named Steeky, DJ, Soupy, Tyler or some other highly original chavtastic name), she also shouted the bus down when she realised there was an accident on the station round, making all of think she had seen a horrific sight. But oh no. Anonymous chubby woman feels that seeing a car crashed into a tree makes it feasible to scream " OH MYYY GAWWWD. OHHHHHH MYYYYY GAWWWWD" all over the bus, at least 70 times.
Then, as an anonymous chav was getting off the bus, Carl thought he'd use the opportunity of saying goodbye to his friend to demonstrate his impressive linguistic ability. And So he yelled at the top of his voice that well known spanish phrase: "Hasta la vasta". Nice try, Carl.
People like that make me embarrassed to say I'm northern irish.
I am currently feeling very relaxed, which is down to the fact that I now only have one exam left if you leave out my oral exams. Hallelujah.
It's a bit worrying though that I only have one written exam left and I didn't actually get started revision. I'm sure my report will be full of A grades ( note the sarcasm.)
I had my french reading and "prosey wosey" today, as well as my english lit poetry exam. I think the french went fine, but then again I hadn't thought the listening had went that badly, and I ended up getting 20 out of 30, so I've probably made a shambles of this one. The prose was considerably easier than the stuff we've been doing in class. Saying that, I did have several mental blanks- I could not for the life of me remember how to say "floor" in french and I accidentally wrote the spanish word for train. Hopefully, if you squint at it, it might look like it says le train.
The english lit also went "well" as in I understood what the poem was vaguely about and I managed to write more than a paragraph. Not only that, I also had ten minutes left over at the end, which, for me, is a real novelty. I've probably read the question wrong. When I got out of the exam, I decided to check my bloodsugar out of mere curiosity, but discovered it was 2.8, so I've probably written the exam in spanish or something. Great.
After the english exam, Caters and I went to get our mobiles from Mrs Nelson, but she wasn't there, so we ended up having to stay after school, waiting for her. When we got to the buspark, we found that our bus was actually still there, but it was broken down, which isn't much use when you want to get home. We then went to get the outside bus, which is never, under any circumstances, a fun time. You either have to queue up for it with about 80 others, which was the case today, or stand in the torrential rain with a broken umbrella until about 6 o'clock because the busdriver makes a spontaneous decision not to bother his ass to come. This was also the case today.
When the bus did decide to come along and my hands, therefore, had become totally numb because of the cold, about 80 belfast highians clambered on.
When we got on, we were greeted by that familiar breathy smell that buses seem to have, which really does brighten my day, and also by the shouts of a bunch of yobbos who had placed themselves at the back of the bus where they could get a clear view of frail looking grannies to attack. It just so happens that today a pack of grammar school kids were getting on the bus i.e. a yobbo's ideal victim to mock.
As Caters and I were sitting there trying to have a conversation, a woman, sitting right in front of us, who was a bit on the chubby side, kept staring at us, which led us to feel a bit paranoid. Whilst trying to figure out why this woman continued to turn round and stare at us at regular intervals, we tried to have
a conversation, but were interrupted by the sounds of the chavs, chanting their usual- and what seems to them as hilarious- "eyoooooooo". Well, dear chavs, if I could give you one piece of advice, it would be this: there is nothing funny nor witty about shouting "eyoooooo" at people. In fact, it just shows a lack of vocabulary, articulation and, contrary to your belief, looks highly uncool.
After sitting there for a while, we came to a conclusion that the chubby woman in front of us appeared to know "Carl" and his bling-covered mates. As the chavs threw bits of scrunched up paper at her hair whilst having conversations about when to smoke their next joint, brave chubby woman retaliated by saying " I'm watching you" and proceeded to give them- what she thought was- a look of death. There was no beating Carl and Crew, however, because they replied with what is perhaps the wittiest, most intelligent insult of the century : " shut yer bake, there's sheeeeeiiiiite in yer knickers." Well done guys. I'm sure that'll be in the Guinness Book of records for the sharpest comeback ever made.
Not only did anonymous chubby woman take a psycho at Carl and crew( who were presumably named Steeky, DJ, Soupy, Tyler or some other highly original chavtastic name), she also shouted the bus down when she realised there was an accident on the station round, making all of think she had seen a horrific sight. But oh no. Anonymous chubby woman feels that seeing a car crashed into a tree makes it feasible to scream " OH MYYY GAWWWD. OHHHHHH MYYYYY GAWWWWD" all over the bus, at least 70 times.
Then, as an anonymous chav was getting off the bus, Carl thought he'd use the opportunity of saying goodbye to his friend to demonstrate his impressive linguistic ability. And So he yelled at the top of his voice that well known spanish phrase: "Hasta la vasta". Nice try, Carl.
People like that make me embarrassed to say I'm northern irish.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
"Life is a journey, it can take you anywhere you choose to go. As long as you're learning, you'll find out all you'll ever need to know..."
A combination of getting a good night's sleep and the fact that I don't have any official homework for tomorrow has left me in a very good mood indeed.
I am currently sitting writing this blog ( funnily enough) and listening to some Hairspray tunes. My only justification for this is that I've had a heap of homework the size of the empire state building and, to be quite honest, I feel like it's okay to take one day off; though I am going out both Friday and Saturday and have an exam on Monday, so really it's completely ridiculous that I'm sitting here in a state of total contentment, but nevermind- in the end it usually works out okay, in hindsight.
I cannot believe it is the 22nd of November and, therefore, almost a month until Christmas. Crap. It will take a miracle to happen for me to be able to buy people presents that consist of more than just a box of chocolates; I really am that skint. I'm going into town this Saturday with Natasha and I am pretty certain that my time will consist of looking at some items and thinking how nice it would be if I had any money to buy them. Sometimes I wish that I had a job, just for the sake of money, but then I don't particularly want to double my stress level thank you very much, so unfortunately I'll have to endure this current impoverished lifestyle for a little while longer.
My day was quite enjoyable today and I managed to refrain from falling asleep in class, which is always a bonus. For my first two periods, I travelled( well, perhaps that's too strong of a word) down to the Harte Building to help some Whiteabbey Primary School P5 children use Linguascope, which was a nice change from French class where we're now being taught by Mr Moore who's subbing for Mr Purvy who's subbing for Mrs Macauley who's subbing for Mrs O'Rourke. Fantastique. I'll certainly not be expecting an A in my French A level, then, especially not in Gide, considering the teachers we're getting admittedly know crap all about it.
Unsurprisingly I had something on at lunchtime today- why? Is it too much to ask to have the privilege of eating your lunch during lunchtime and not in class, or in some cases, having to scoff it down in about 5 minutes? I already feel repulsed enough at the thought of having to consume those grissle sandwiches over an extended period of time, nevermind having to face the sickening reality of practically swallowing them whole 10 seconds before the bell indicates lunch has ended. There's no justice in this world.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to Suzie's 18th birthday party, which should be banterous. This time, I'm making sure that we do manage to get a group photo taken, as they appear to be non-existant and it's quite sad not to have a picture of the entire azzas.
I'm now away to eat something remotely edible, get a nice shower and try to tame my latest mullet-like hairstyle, which cannot be avoided because everytime I step outside, having spend at least half an hour straightening it and making it look shiny, I get blown about like a feather in the wind or, rather, tornado and get practically drowned by torrential rain, thus go to school with hair resembling a lion's mane.Ah! the joys of being female.
I am currently sitting writing this blog ( funnily enough) and listening to some Hairspray tunes. My only justification for this is that I've had a heap of homework the size of the empire state building and, to be quite honest, I feel like it's okay to take one day off; though I am going out both Friday and Saturday and have an exam on Monday, so really it's completely ridiculous that I'm sitting here in a state of total contentment, but nevermind- in the end it usually works out okay, in hindsight.
I cannot believe it is the 22nd of November and, therefore, almost a month until Christmas. Crap. It will take a miracle to happen for me to be able to buy people presents that consist of more than just a box of chocolates; I really am that skint. I'm going into town this Saturday with Natasha and I am pretty certain that my time will consist of looking at some items and thinking how nice it would be if I had any money to buy them. Sometimes I wish that I had a job, just for the sake of money, but then I don't particularly want to double my stress level thank you very much, so unfortunately I'll have to endure this current impoverished lifestyle for a little while longer.
My day was quite enjoyable today and I managed to refrain from falling asleep in class, which is always a bonus. For my first two periods, I travelled( well, perhaps that's too strong of a word) down to the Harte Building to help some Whiteabbey Primary School P5 children use Linguascope, which was a nice change from French class where we're now being taught by Mr Moore who's subbing for Mr Purvy who's subbing for Mrs Macauley who's subbing for Mrs O'Rourke. Fantastique. I'll certainly not be expecting an A in my French A level, then, especially not in Gide, considering the teachers we're getting admittedly know crap all about it.
Unsurprisingly I had something on at lunchtime today- why? Is it too much to ask to have the privilege of eating your lunch during lunchtime and not in class, or in some cases, having to scoff it down in about 5 minutes? I already feel repulsed enough at the thought of having to consume those grissle sandwiches over an extended period of time, nevermind having to face the sickening reality of practically swallowing them whole 10 seconds before the bell indicates lunch has ended. There's no justice in this world.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to Suzie's 18th birthday party, which should be banterous. This time, I'm making sure that we do manage to get a group photo taken, as they appear to be non-existant and it's quite sad not to have a picture of the entire azzas.
I'm now away to eat something remotely edible, get a nice shower and try to tame my latest mullet-like hairstyle, which cannot be avoided because everytime I step outside, having spend at least half an hour straightening it and making it look shiny, I get blown about like a feather in the wind or, rather, tornado and get practically drowned by torrential rain, thus go to school with hair resembling a lion's mane.Ah! the joys of being female.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
"Everytime we're down, you can make it right and that makes you larger than life."
Hello there. Long time, no write.
I think I've been writing these blogs for almost a year now. I was reading over some of them recently, and it seems so ridiculous to think that some of the things I was writing about happened a year ago. Scary.
Yesterday was the long awaited non-uniform day and school talent show.
I would actually love it if we were allowed to wear our normal clothes everyday, however if that was the case, I'd have to get up an hour earlier every day as I had to literally sprint to the busstop yesterday and was, therefore, on the verge of a heart attack when I got there.
The talent show was just as good as last year's, in my opinion, if not better. Whether or not this was because i was feeling slightly emotional about it being my last one I can't decide, nevertheless it was undoubtedly very very entertaining. Unlike past talent shows, I managed to get a "seat", if that's what you'd call it, where I don't have the pleasant view of three incredibly close ass cracks in my face and where there was actually more than an inch space at either side of me. We decided that we'd try to get sitting somewhere near the front of the stage, so that we would actually be able to identify the people we were applauding.
Ever since hearing lower 6th's rendition of the Backstreet Boys' "larger than life", I cannot get the song out of my head nor can I stop thinking about how fantastic boy bands once were and how good, cheesy boybands seem to have become extinct.
Last night, I went down to Nicola's for her 18th birthday party and, like always, fooled myself into thinking that dipping fruit into the chocolate fountain was justifiable, because it's healthy; maybe not smothered in a layer of chocolate and oil though. A real treat for the arteries I'm sure.
We all had a really really nice time and took some hilarious photos to capture the funny moments.
Afterwards, Caters and I went back to my house, feeling abosolutely exhausted and wanting to go to sleep. Our plan backfired though, and we decided instead to stay up to 3.15 talking in the kitchen, which wasn't such a clever idea, though it may have seemed it at the time. I then woke up this morning feeling rather ill and ended up not being able to go in to town with Caters, which was a bit annoying and made my day a bit uneventful to be honest, but c'est la vie.
I am now going to go watch some Strictly to be in awe of the people who actually do have coordination. Damn them.
'sta luego.
x
I think I've been writing these blogs for almost a year now. I was reading over some of them recently, and it seems so ridiculous to think that some of the things I was writing about happened a year ago. Scary.
Yesterday was the long awaited non-uniform day and school talent show.
I would actually love it if we were allowed to wear our normal clothes everyday, however if that was the case, I'd have to get up an hour earlier every day as I had to literally sprint to the busstop yesterday and was, therefore, on the verge of a heart attack when I got there.
The talent show was just as good as last year's, in my opinion, if not better. Whether or not this was because i was feeling slightly emotional about it being my last one I can't decide, nevertheless it was undoubtedly very very entertaining. Unlike past talent shows, I managed to get a "seat", if that's what you'd call it, where I don't have the pleasant view of three incredibly close ass cracks in my face and where there was actually more than an inch space at either side of me. We decided that we'd try to get sitting somewhere near the front of the stage, so that we would actually be able to identify the people we were applauding.
Ever since hearing lower 6th's rendition of the Backstreet Boys' "larger than life", I cannot get the song out of my head nor can I stop thinking about how fantastic boy bands once were and how good, cheesy boybands seem to have become extinct.
Last night, I went down to Nicola's for her 18th birthday party and, like always, fooled myself into thinking that dipping fruit into the chocolate fountain was justifiable, because it's healthy; maybe not smothered in a layer of chocolate and oil though. A real treat for the arteries I'm sure.
We all had a really really nice time and took some hilarious photos to capture the funny moments.
Afterwards, Caters and I went back to my house, feeling abosolutely exhausted and wanting to go to sleep. Our plan backfired though, and we decided instead to stay up to 3.15 talking in the kitchen, which wasn't such a clever idea, though it may have seemed it at the time. I then woke up this morning feeling rather ill and ended up not being able to go in to town with Caters, which was a bit annoying and made my day a bit uneventful to be honest, but c'est la vie.
I am now going to go watch some Strictly to be in awe of the people who actually do have coordination. Damn them.
'sta luego.
x
Thursday, November 08, 2007
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
I never thought I'd say this, but I am almost finished the Age of Innocence.
I don't know how I am going to cope once I've finished it; it is clearly the best book ever written. I feel almost as if life is no longer worth living but, although it will be incredibly tough and I will feel like part of me is missing for a while, I know that i must go on and try to get through this life without it and its glorious "social criticism." This quote epitomizes its highly riveting plot( try to refrain from jumping out of your seat): " Her hand remained in his, and as the carriage lurched across the gang-plank onto the ferry he bent over, unbottoned her tight glove, and kissed her palm as if he had kissed a relic."
Shocking, I know.
* * *
This week has not been particularly eventful and, as a result, I'm finding myself wallowing in a state of pessimism that I keep attempting to shake off, but keep revisiting. I'm not exactly sure why I've become-though Catherine insists I haven't- a total grump-machine, though I'm deliberating that it might be because it's that time of the month soon; when my mind seems to get completely overrun with emotion and I therefore become a philosophical weirdo for a few days.
I have a slight feeling that this mood will soon wear off, since Mannafest is on this weekend and that will be followed by a fun-filled week of school, consisting of the highlights of my school year: the talent show and non-uniform day, which is, unlike last year's poor excuse for non-uniform day, a proper one. This means that we will actually be allowed to wear- god forbid- normal clothes, instead of the trendy school P.E. kit, which is obviously just as good in the eyes of Mrs Gormley. It amazes me that she thinks having to wear your P.E. kit is less embarrassing than normal clothes. Clearly there is nothing more mortifying in the entire world than having to wear your toothpaste stained tracksuit top that you've had from first form, which has now become, more or less, a belly top because you've gained a few pounds on the old hips and, surprisingly enough, have grown since back then when you'd only just hit adolescence.
The "talent" show, I imagine, will also be a great laugh despite the fact that there is less talent every time I go and that the "slaves" from our highly attractive year group leave much to be desired. I'm sure they'll make the junior girls very happy, which is the main thing, as the only feeling they'll be evoking in us is nausea.
Next Friday will be a fantastic day in general, as it's Nicola's 18th that day, so I'll be heading round to her party that night and, judging by how she's described the food, it sounds like I may be returning home twice as big, which I really don't need now that Im piling weight on every half hour. I'm still a long way off obese, so as long as it stays that way, I can't say I really care. Eating is my favourite part of the day, which is, for me, all day.
I promised myself I'd get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight, so I'm ending this blog here before it ends up half one or something. I struggle to stay away having got 7 hours of sleep.
night, amigos.
I don't know how I am going to cope once I've finished it; it is clearly the best book ever written. I feel almost as if life is no longer worth living but, although it will be incredibly tough and I will feel like part of me is missing for a while, I know that i must go on and try to get through this life without it and its glorious "social criticism." This quote epitomizes its highly riveting plot( try to refrain from jumping out of your seat): " Her hand remained in his, and as the carriage lurched across the gang-plank onto the ferry he bent over, unbottoned her tight glove, and kissed her palm as if he had kissed a relic."
Shocking, I know.
* * *
This week has not been particularly eventful and, as a result, I'm finding myself wallowing in a state of pessimism that I keep attempting to shake off, but keep revisiting. I'm not exactly sure why I've become-though Catherine insists I haven't- a total grump-machine, though I'm deliberating that it might be because it's that time of the month soon; when my mind seems to get completely overrun with emotion and I therefore become a philosophical weirdo for a few days.
I have a slight feeling that this mood will soon wear off, since Mannafest is on this weekend and that will be followed by a fun-filled week of school, consisting of the highlights of my school year: the talent show and non-uniform day, which is, unlike last year's poor excuse for non-uniform day, a proper one. This means that we will actually be allowed to wear- god forbid- normal clothes, instead of the trendy school P.E. kit, which is obviously just as good in the eyes of Mrs Gormley. It amazes me that she thinks having to wear your P.E. kit is less embarrassing than normal clothes. Clearly there is nothing more mortifying in the entire world than having to wear your toothpaste stained tracksuit top that you've had from first form, which has now become, more or less, a belly top because you've gained a few pounds on the old hips and, surprisingly enough, have grown since back then when you'd only just hit adolescence.
The "talent" show, I imagine, will also be a great laugh despite the fact that there is less talent every time I go and that the "slaves" from our highly attractive year group leave much to be desired. I'm sure they'll make the junior girls very happy, which is the main thing, as the only feeling they'll be evoking in us is nausea.
Next Friday will be a fantastic day in general, as it's Nicola's 18th that day, so I'll be heading round to her party that night and, judging by how she's described the food, it sounds like I may be returning home twice as big, which I really don't need now that Im piling weight on every half hour. I'm still a long way off obese, so as long as it stays that way, I can't say I really care. Eating is my favourite part of the day, which is, for me, all day.
I promised myself I'd get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight, so I'm ending this blog here before it ends up half one or something. I struggle to stay away having got 7 hours of sleep.
night, amigos.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I will dance, I will sing to be mad for my King. Nothing, Lord is hindering this passion in my soul...
I have returned home from Autumn Soul, thus I can barely focus on the keyboard without my eyes beginning to close. I am going to try, however, to write a blog on my fantastic weekend, even though, most likely, it will have so many typos that anyone reading it will probably think they've turned dyslexic.
Well, where to I start? In all honesty, I can't say I was overflowing with enthusiasm with regards to this year's Autumn Soul. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I wasn't looking forward to it, but I sort of felt that it would just be the same thing again; the same message, the same songs, the same atmosphere.
You'd think I'd maybe learn to stop underestimating God so much.
It made me realise a lot of things. Primarily it made me see how impatient I am with God. If I don't get an immediate answer to my prayers, I begin to lose hope, lose faith and start believing that God obviously doesn't really care about me that much. Obviously it takes dedication though and that is something I definitely lack; which is completely key in having a relationship with God.
I might as well say now that I am going to fail at it at some point, but from now on, I am going to try to be persistant and dedicated. It seems ridiculous, the more I think about it, how little time I actually devote to the God who created me in the first place- why do I not give someone as awesome as that enough time?
I got a lot more things from Autumn Soul that I'm not going to go into detail about, since I'm becoming increasingly tired and therefore quite confused. My focus at the minute is not to let my "buzz" be something that comes from being just at Autumn Soul and passes again. I want it to be continuous and constant, because that's the least God deserves.
Speak Later,
x
Well, where to I start? In all honesty, I can't say I was overflowing with enthusiasm with regards to this year's Autumn Soul. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I wasn't looking forward to it, but I sort of felt that it would just be the same thing again; the same message, the same songs, the same atmosphere.
You'd think I'd maybe learn to stop underestimating God so much.
It made me realise a lot of things. Primarily it made me see how impatient I am with God. If I don't get an immediate answer to my prayers, I begin to lose hope, lose faith and start believing that God obviously doesn't really care about me that much. Obviously it takes dedication though and that is something I definitely lack; which is completely key in having a relationship with God.
I might as well say now that I am going to fail at it at some point, but from now on, I am going to try to be persistant and dedicated. It seems ridiculous, the more I think about it, how little time I actually devote to the God who created me in the first place- why do I not give someone as awesome as that enough time?
I got a lot more things from Autumn Soul that I'm not going to go into detail about, since I'm becoming increasingly tired and therefore quite confused. My focus at the minute is not to let my "buzz" be something that comes from being just at Autumn Soul and passes again. I want it to be continuous and constant, because that's the least God deserves.
* * *
Tonight I'm going to watch High School Musical because I still have not yet seen it and I think I'm beginning to be seen as the "High School Musical virgin" besides the Armageddon one.
After that, it will probably only be about 9 O'clock, yet I will probably be in dreamland by then. Lie-in; bring it on.Speak Later,
x
Thursday, October 25, 2007
"Your lips are moving, I cannot hear. Your voice is soothing but the words aren't clear."
When I thought that it was physically impossible for me to love Grease anymore than I already do, I was very much mistaken.
Last night's show was absolutely fantastic.
In true BHS fashion, they managed to pull it off brilliantly and without any noticeable blips, par exemple crashing into the wall with the lawnmowermobile.I'm not sure why they were all so worried about it in the first place, because I did not notice a single imperfection.
It was so strange to be looking up at a stage where the actors and actresses are not total strangers, but are some of your best friends.
I think Nikki and I wet ourselves laughing for about half an hour at Sarah or should I say, Miss Lynch, dancing by herself at the ball.
In a way, I felt sorry for her character; that she did not have a partner to dance with, yet also for the actress herself since there was no lion action to keep her happy. So sad. Seriously though, she was fantastic.
I was also in stitches at Jennifer, who was such an amazing Patty. She portrayed Patty's over-enthusiasm so well that, at the end of the show, I felt like asking for her autograph. As much as I wanted to, however, I refrained from doing so just in case any sane person was around to see and thought I was some deranged/ stalkerish fan that believes Patty actually exists.
I cannot get over how amazing Catherine was. Obviously I'm aware that she's not exactly what you'd call talentless, but that girl has not only got a quare voice, she's also a fantastic actress, and according to every boy in Belfast High, should wear black leggings all year round.
Her solo was so brilliant that it reduced me to tears, not that I'm a toughie to break or anything, but it was that good. I'm so proud of her.
During the break, everyone kept coming up to me and saying " Catherine is amazing" like I should take credit for it or something, so I was just like " thanks."
Besides all things Grease, not much has been happening. It's been dominating our lives- from the people that are going to watch it to the people that are acting in it. To an extent, I think things will return to normality once it's all over and to be honest, I think it might be nice to talk about something other than Grease for once and to sit together again at lunchtime.
I'm not really sure what my plans are for this weekend, but I do hope it will involve something semi-interesting and which is not msn or bebo-related.
It mightn't be such a bad idea to read some Age of Innocence, but now that we've watched the film, I have lost what little desire I had to read it. It's not like it's a particular challenge to think of what might happen at the end of the book since a) Miss Miller told us the ending on our very first week of owning the book, when we supposedly should have been on our 200th reading and b) " it is not a plot driven book", thus the ending is obvious: nothing with happen except for maybe a passionate kiss on the hand from Archer to Ellen.
Last night's show was absolutely fantastic.
In true BHS fashion, they managed to pull it off brilliantly and without any noticeable blips, par exemple crashing into the wall with the lawnmowermobile.I'm not sure why they were all so worried about it in the first place, because I did not notice a single imperfection.
It was so strange to be looking up at a stage where the actors and actresses are not total strangers, but are some of your best friends.
I think Nikki and I wet ourselves laughing for about half an hour at Sarah or should I say, Miss Lynch, dancing by herself at the ball.
In a way, I felt sorry for her character; that she did not have a partner to dance with, yet also for the actress herself since there was no lion action to keep her happy. So sad. Seriously though, she was fantastic.
I was also in stitches at Jennifer, who was such an amazing Patty. She portrayed Patty's over-enthusiasm so well that, at the end of the show, I felt like asking for her autograph. As much as I wanted to, however, I refrained from doing so just in case any sane person was around to see and thought I was some deranged/ stalkerish fan that believes Patty actually exists.
I cannot get over how amazing Catherine was. Obviously I'm aware that she's not exactly what you'd call talentless, but that girl has not only got a quare voice, she's also a fantastic actress, and according to every boy in Belfast High, should wear black leggings all year round.
Her solo was so brilliant that it reduced me to tears, not that I'm a toughie to break or anything, but it was that good. I'm so proud of her.
During the break, everyone kept coming up to me and saying " Catherine is amazing" like I should take credit for it or something, so I was just like " thanks."
Besides all things Grease, not much has been happening. It's been dominating our lives- from the people that are going to watch it to the people that are acting in it. To an extent, I think things will return to normality once it's all over and to be honest, I think it might be nice to talk about something other than Grease for once and to sit together again at lunchtime.
I'm not really sure what my plans are for this weekend, but I do hope it will involve something semi-interesting and which is not msn or bebo-related.
It mightn't be such a bad idea to read some Age of Innocence, but now that we've watched the film, I have lost what little desire I had to read it. It's not like it's a particular challenge to think of what might happen at the end of the book since a) Miss Miller told us the ending on our very first week of owning the book, when we supposedly should have been on our 200th reading and b) " it is not a plot driven book", thus the ending is obvious: nothing with happen except for maybe a passionate kiss on the hand from Archer to Ellen.
Climactic indeed.
Any minute soon, there will be an interval for Grease and everyone will traipse up to the canteen or sixth form centre, queue up for what seems like eternity, only to discover that the only "treats" they have available biscuits, which are presumably soggy, and plastic cups of tea. If you're lucky, I guess you could always find yourself with one of Mrs Stirling's malteaser buns from last week. If you aren't quite so fortunate though, you might end up with one from a fortnight ago, but nevermind, you'll only get food poisoning or maybe a bit of a sore throat from nearly choking to death on all the hairs inside the bun. Nothing too serious.
Autumn Soul is very very soon and, to be honest, I am so unprepared for it this year.
I'm hoping that's a good thing...
We will soon see I suppose. I'm extremely excited anyway because though it is only for a weekend, there's something very special about it.
Will update you soon.
Au Revoir.
x
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, seems all the world has gone insane. All said and done, we are heading straight towards the sun...
William Henry Channing, whom I literally only just discovered ever existed, seems like a very clever man indeed.
He once quoted, very famously ( apparently) that: "
"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony."
Reading that makes me happy.
Sometimes it's easy to dwell on the monotony of everyday life; that nothing particularly exciting is happening. But, when I actually think about it, the seemingly "little" things in my life are not so monotonous after all, since those are the things that bring me the greatest pleasure.
Laughing with my friends about the most ridiculous of things, being nice to a friend when they're feeling a bit down, going on msn as soon as I get through the door and bebo-stalking simultaneously really are the things that make life so wonderful.
It's true.
There are times I wish I didn't have to grow up and I could just live in this happy little bubble for a little while longer. Not forever, of course, because although it is an assured inevitability, I hold on to some hope that I will manage to attract at least one male at some stage in my life ( who is not a three timing sleazebag or a dorky bebo stalker). In the likely case that I won't, remember to come and visit me at the convent.
You'll be pleased to know that I've decided to stop being the complete epitome of wasterdom and I'm back on track embracing my inner geek. I have perhaps even exceeded my usual loserishness by reading "The Wife of Bath" before going over it in class. I saw it as a good opportunity to prove to Miss Miller that, despite my shockingly bad essay for which I should be eternally condemned, I am not, in fact, reaching the illiterate stage nor where I am completely clueless about the english language.
Although I have to read each word that Chaucer writes about a dozen times to comprehend its meaning, I am pleased at the fact that it seems to have a plot, as opposed to ( you knew it was coming) Wharton's good ol' "classic", The Age of Dullness. While the Wife of Bath insists on telling us such unnecessary information as how "wearing out" her husbands ultimately leads to their death ( and by that she doesn't mean she makes them run on a treadmill for an hour each night), it's certainly a lot more interesting than reading about the "scandal" that is Newland Archer kissing May's gloved hand, as risqué and audacious as that is.
I'm really looking forward to the events of next week because not only am I going to see Grease twice, but Adeline is also coming home.
I cannot wait to see her and her lovely frenchness again. This time I might make the daring step of attempting to speak to her in french, which I know is completely crazy of me...but since I am now used to being able to string sentences together in my classes with Elodie, I feel that it wouldn't be too strenuous for me. I like to think( or, rather, kid myself) that having to speak in spanish and french is sort of exercise for the brain, and exercise for the brain is surely more important than exercise for the body; right? I'm going to keep telling myself that until, one day, I'll wake up in a mass of my own fat, unable to get out of bed and wondering why I used to pretend powerwalking was doing me any good.
Tomorrow is Friday: day of two periods, if you exclude my speaking period with Belen, who spends the period half asleep anyway or playing a "juego" about suitcases or such fascinating themes.
My day will map out as follows: Periods 1 and 2- I will ease my way in to studying, and by the time I get out a book, the bell will have rang for break.
I will then go to Spanish, play a quiz and maybe win some raisins at the end of it. For Periods 5 and 6, I will most likely end up in the Sixth Form Centre listening to the nurse giving critical advice about what to do in the incident of someone having a heart attack: " you can't do much."
After that, chances are I will go to buy lunch, and to my antipathy I will buy a chicken and mayo sandwich, which is 1% chicken and the rest mayo, and I will look at it for about an hour before I eat it and contemplate why I bought it in the first place and then remember that it was because I find any form of vegetable completely repulsive and oddly enough don't find the tuna and brine combination sandwich all that appealing either.
After eating Mrs Stirling's delectable sandwiches, Sarah and I will begin to make our away down to the canteen to wait for our second year "recycling monitors" whom we have now began affectionately referring to as " the little buggers". We will wait outside the canteen for approximately fifteen minutes and none of them will show up. Therefore, Sarah and I will run round the school ourselves as true and loyal recycling warriors should, emptying recycling bins that second years have filled with their disgusting junk. After this mind-blowingly exciting task, the bell will ring and lunch will have ended, thus we will rush back to the study room, thinking about if there was any logic behind volunteering to be a recycling warrior.
The rest of the day, bar a not so animated interval with Belen, will be spent waiting for the bell to ring or, in reality, for it to get to 3.30pm so I can leave to stand a hope in hell of getting a place on the bus where I will not be squashed, farted on, or attacked by an army of first years.
Life is fantastic.
He once quoted, very famously ( apparently) that: "
"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony."
Reading that makes me happy.
Sometimes it's easy to dwell on the monotony of everyday life; that nothing particularly exciting is happening. But, when I actually think about it, the seemingly "little" things in my life are not so monotonous after all, since those are the things that bring me the greatest pleasure.
Laughing with my friends about the most ridiculous of things, being nice to a friend when they're feeling a bit down, going on msn as soon as I get through the door and bebo-stalking simultaneously really are the things that make life so wonderful.
It's true.
There are times I wish I didn't have to grow up and I could just live in this happy little bubble for a little while longer. Not forever, of course, because although it is an assured inevitability, I hold on to some hope that I will manage to attract at least one male at some stage in my life ( who is not a three timing sleazebag or a dorky bebo stalker). In the likely case that I won't, remember to come and visit me at the convent.
You'll be pleased to know that I've decided to stop being the complete epitome of wasterdom and I'm back on track embracing my inner geek. I have perhaps even exceeded my usual loserishness by reading "The Wife of Bath" before going over it in class. I saw it as a good opportunity to prove to Miss Miller that, despite my shockingly bad essay for which I should be eternally condemned, I am not, in fact, reaching the illiterate stage nor where I am completely clueless about the english language.
Although I have to read each word that Chaucer writes about a dozen times to comprehend its meaning, I am pleased at the fact that it seems to have a plot, as opposed to ( you knew it was coming) Wharton's good ol' "classic", The Age of Dullness. While the Wife of Bath insists on telling us such unnecessary information as how "wearing out" her husbands ultimately leads to their death ( and by that she doesn't mean she makes them run on a treadmill for an hour each night), it's certainly a lot more interesting than reading about the "scandal" that is Newland Archer kissing May's gloved hand, as risqué and audacious as that is.
I'm really looking forward to the events of next week because not only am I going to see Grease twice, but Adeline is also coming home.
I cannot wait to see her and her lovely frenchness again. This time I might make the daring step of attempting to speak to her in french, which I know is completely crazy of me...but since I am now used to being able to string sentences together in my classes with Elodie, I feel that it wouldn't be too strenuous for me. I like to think( or, rather, kid myself) that having to speak in spanish and french is sort of exercise for the brain, and exercise for the brain is surely more important than exercise for the body; right? I'm going to keep telling myself that until, one day, I'll wake up in a mass of my own fat, unable to get out of bed and wondering why I used to pretend powerwalking was doing me any good.
Tomorrow is Friday: day of two periods, if you exclude my speaking period with Belen, who spends the period half asleep anyway or playing a "juego" about suitcases or such fascinating themes.
My day will map out as follows: Periods 1 and 2- I will ease my way in to studying, and by the time I get out a book, the bell will have rang for break.
I will then go to Spanish, play a quiz and maybe win some raisins at the end of it. For Periods 5 and 6, I will most likely end up in the Sixth Form Centre listening to the nurse giving critical advice about what to do in the incident of someone having a heart attack: " you can't do much."
After that, chances are I will go to buy lunch, and to my antipathy I will buy a chicken and mayo sandwich, which is 1% chicken and the rest mayo, and I will look at it for about an hour before I eat it and contemplate why I bought it in the first place and then remember that it was because I find any form of vegetable completely repulsive and oddly enough don't find the tuna and brine combination sandwich all that appealing either.
After eating Mrs Stirling's delectable sandwiches, Sarah and I will begin to make our away down to the canteen to wait for our second year "recycling monitors" whom we have now began affectionately referring to as " the little buggers". We will wait outside the canteen for approximately fifteen minutes and none of them will show up. Therefore, Sarah and I will run round the school ourselves as true and loyal recycling warriors should, emptying recycling bins that second years have filled with their disgusting junk. After this mind-blowingly exciting task, the bell will ring and lunch will have ended, thus we will rush back to the study room, thinking about if there was any logic behind volunteering to be a recycling warrior.
The rest of the day, bar a not so animated interval with Belen, will be spent waiting for the bell to ring or, in reality, for it to get to 3.30pm so I can leave to stand a hope in hell of getting a place on the bus where I will not be squashed, farted on, or attacked by an army of first years.
Life is fantastic.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Y es que son tus ojos, tu sonrisa y tu boca y tu carita de coqueta al final lo que me gusta a mi...
Hey,
I haven't written in this in a while.
Inspired by Sarah, I decided to make a voice blog, but basically ended up talking to myself and looking like an eejit- I couldn't actually post it.
So, here I am again, writing blogs in written form.
Life is awesome at the minute since I'm trying to be positive about anything that happens.
I still haven't read Age of Innocence and I do absolutely nothing in my frees and why I think that's okay I don't exactly know.
I'm getting my hair dyed tomorrow, so I will soon be 75 pounds poorer. Oh well. I think it's getting beyond a necessity now. Besides, blondes totally have more fun.
In the past week, I have discovered that Suzie doesn't believe in bats, plastic bottles are just as versatile as polystyrene cups in your free periods and that Sarah also finds Justin's clicking a turn on. Apart from that, I have done nothing.
I'm in the fashion show next tuesday, modelling Mexx, which, of course, only connotes one thing: black. I'm wearing a black "jumper dress" that barely covers my ass
, thus I decided that it would be clever to accompany it with a pair of leggings so as not to give the people looking up at the catwalk a nice wee treat.
Grease is the week after next. I think it's gonna be absolutely awesome, partly because my friends are in it and also because I love Grease.
Catherine's transformation at the end, I already know, is going to be hilarious.
I'm not really sure why I'm spending a friday night online, writing a blog- it's rather depressing actually but I'm so flipping tired all the time. It's good to relax.
Well, not much else to say, I'll keep you updated.
je t'aime
xxx
I haven't written in this in a while.
Inspired by Sarah, I decided to make a voice blog, but basically ended up talking to myself and looking like an eejit- I couldn't actually post it.
So, here I am again, writing blogs in written form.
Life is awesome at the minute since I'm trying to be positive about anything that happens.
I still haven't read Age of Innocence and I do absolutely nothing in my frees and why I think that's okay I don't exactly know.
I'm getting my hair dyed tomorrow, so I will soon be 75 pounds poorer. Oh well. I think it's getting beyond a necessity now. Besides, blondes totally have more fun.
In the past week, I have discovered that Suzie doesn't believe in bats, plastic bottles are just as versatile as polystyrene cups in your free periods and that Sarah also finds Justin's clicking a turn on. Apart from that, I have done nothing.
I'm in the fashion show next tuesday, modelling Mexx, which, of course, only connotes one thing: black. I'm wearing a black "jumper dress" that barely covers my ass
, thus I decided that it would be clever to accompany it with a pair of leggings so as not to give the people looking up at the catwalk a nice wee treat.
Grease is the week after next. I think it's gonna be absolutely awesome, partly because my friends are in it and also because I love Grease.
Catherine's transformation at the end, I already know, is going to be hilarious.
I'm not really sure why I'm spending a friday night online, writing a blog- it's rather depressing actually but I'm so flipping tired all the time. It's good to relax.
Well, not much else to say, I'll keep you updated.
je t'aime
xxx
Sunday, September 30, 2007
There's a place I go when I'm alone, do anything I want, be anyone I wanna be, but it is us I see and I cannot believe I'm fallin...
I have never been so grateful for the weekend..
Last night, there must have been about a second between my head hitting the pillow and me drifting off into dreamland. I have never been so tired in my life.I don't think that going to bed at 11.40 every night is such a good idea, as it means that I can barely keep me eyes open in school.
Anyway, last night I went to Choeun's for her 18th, where we consumed a tonne of chinese food and so, as a result, I returned home with a blood sugar that even the freestyle mini can't read. It was really great fun though, and the food was really yummy. Sarah's eyebrow particularly enjoyed the prawn crackers. Mmm prawn cracker eyebrow, nice.
I discovered on the internet that Newtown Faulkner is coming to Spring & Airbrake in December,. I would love to go see him; he has such a lovely voice. I must remember to tell my friends about it. It actually irritated me when I discovered that he wasn't hot- you just imagine him to be good-looking. total disappointment.
Caters and I have been talking about doing something exciting next summer- like maybe going to France or something, if we could get it for a reasonably cheap price. We'd never find our way about anywhere, but it would be so much fun.
School is still complete chaos. If it's not prefect duty, it's TLC, library duty, CU, Student Council or recycling warriors. It's quite annoying as it means that the whole group is rarely present for lunchtime.We do get the occasional free period together though, which, on Friday, was spent trying to keep a polystyrene cup in the air. It was so hilarious- I don't think I've ever laughed so much.
Well,I better go do some homework. Which reminds me- I still haven't done the english essay. Oh crap.
Hasta luego.
Last night, there must have been about a second between my head hitting the pillow and me drifting off into dreamland. I have never been so tired in my life.I don't think that going to bed at 11.40 every night is such a good idea, as it means that I can barely keep me eyes open in school.
Anyway, last night I went to Choeun's for her 18th, where we consumed a tonne of chinese food and so, as a result, I returned home with a blood sugar that even the freestyle mini can't read. It was really great fun though, and the food was really yummy. Sarah's eyebrow particularly enjoyed the prawn crackers. Mmm prawn cracker eyebrow, nice.
I discovered on the internet that Newtown Faulkner is coming to Spring & Airbrake in December,. I would love to go see him; he has such a lovely voice. I must remember to tell my friends about it. It actually irritated me when I discovered that he wasn't hot- you just imagine him to be good-looking. total disappointment.
Caters and I have been talking about doing something exciting next summer- like maybe going to France or something, if we could get it for a reasonably cheap price. We'd never find our way about anywhere, but it would be so much fun.
School is still complete chaos. If it's not prefect duty, it's TLC, library duty, CU, Student Council or recycling warriors. It's quite annoying as it means that the whole group is rarely present for lunchtime.We do get the occasional free period together though, which, on Friday, was spent trying to keep a polystyrene cup in the air. It was so hilarious- I don't think I've ever laughed so much.
Well,I better go do some homework. Which reminds me- I still haven't done the english essay. Oh crap.
Hasta luego.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky, in my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life...
I've decided that I was incredibly naive in thinking that dropping Art would allow me to have a life that doesn't fully revolve around homework.
I got in from school today at 4.30 and I only really stopped working at 7.30; though I can't quite say that I worked three hours solid, because there were, of course, the occasional breaks made for bebo-stalking.
It's a good thing that I actually quite enjoy my subjects then, isn't it? If I didn't, chances are that right now I'd be leading a very dark and unhappy existance.
I've managed to cut down my personal statement, which is now ( thankfully) a few adjectives and "howevers"shorter. I am so pleased that it manages to fit inside the UCAS personal statement box- I thought I'd never be able to cut it down, and would ultimately be told that I've had to many chances at trying to squeeze it in, and so I'd have to apply next year or something.
Succinct is not my middle name. Actually, Tanya is. I often think I don't look like the type of person whose middle name would be Tanya. But I guess that it's hard to tell from a bald, whining baby what name they'd suit.
I am eventually getting my hair cut tomorrow, thank flipping goodness. If it stays like it is for any longer, I think it will most definitely fall out, or turn to straw.
This time I'm not going to make the mistake of wearing my glasses, which I have to take off when I'm getting my hair cut. I can't actually see what's happening to my hair when they're off, and so I could, blissfully unaware, end up with a mohawk or a shaved head. Not good.
I've been thinking recently about how I don't complement people enough or do nice things and, to be honest, I have no valid excuse. My goal for tomorrow, therefore, is to try to complement people because, after all, a small complement could brighten someone's day.
Today I was not in the best of forms, and would have made Victor Meldrew look cheerful. I have no idea why I was a grump machine, but I must try not to be.
I'm going to start off by actually getting some sleep and then, hopefully, I'll be in a better mood.
If that fails, as Suzie would say, there's always coffee.
I got in from school today at 4.30 and I only really stopped working at 7.30; though I can't quite say that I worked three hours solid, because there were, of course, the occasional breaks made for bebo-stalking.
It's a good thing that I actually quite enjoy my subjects then, isn't it? If I didn't, chances are that right now I'd be leading a very dark and unhappy existance.
I've managed to cut down my personal statement, which is now ( thankfully) a few adjectives and "howevers"shorter. I am so pleased that it manages to fit inside the UCAS personal statement box- I thought I'd never be able to cut it down, and would ultimately be told that I've had to many chances at trying to squeeze it in, and so I'd have to apply next year or something.
Succinct is not my middle name. Actually, Tanya is. I often think I don't look like the type of person whose middle name would be Tanya. But I guess that it's hard to tell from a bald, whining baby what name they'd suit.
I am eventually getting my hair cut tomorrow, thank flipping goodness. If it stays like it is for any longer, I think it will most definitely fall out, or turn to straw.
This time I'm not going to make the mistake of wearing my glasses, which I have to take off when I'm getting my hair cut. I can't actually see what's happening to my hair when they're off, and so I could, blissfully unaware, end up with a mohawk or a shaved head. Not good.
I've been thinking recently about how I don't complement people enough or do nice things and, to be honest, I have no valid excuse. My goal for tomorrow, therefore, is to try to complement people because, after all, a small complement could brighten someone's day.
Today I was not in the best of forms, and would have made Victor Meldrew look cheerful. I have no idea why I was a grump machine, but I must try not to be.
I'm going to start off by actually getting some sleep and then, hopefully, I'll be in a better mood.
If that fails, as Suzie would say, there's always coffee.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky. Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye...
It's the 14th of September already. Almost two weeks have past since I returned back to stressville.
The past week and a bit have been unsurprisingly chaotic. I often wonder why I feel such an obligation to become a member of every single club that exists within Belfast High. I have, as a result of mere stupidity, left myself with one free lunchtime a week, which means that every drop of amylase my body produces will have to work doubly hard at digesting in order to keep up with the rate I'll be scoffing down my sandwiches; to get them eaten before 1.30. In some ways, the fact that I've given myself a multitude of tasks and responsibilites makes me feel like I'm actually doing something; I'm playing a part yet, on the other hand, it makes me feel guilty about not having enough time spent with my friends.
After all, your time at school is meant to be the happiest years of your life, and spending it with your close friends makes it all the more happier.
All of a sudden the reality of being on the verge of adulthood has hit me. In less than three years,I will have roamed this lovely earth for two whole decades. Last week( at least I think it was) I, along with Sarah and Fiona, was told I was Deputy Head girl. You would think, however, that it being a highly responsible position and all that, it would have some sort of visible reward other than a one-inch sized navy badge that camoflages itself against the blazer, has "deputy head girl" imprinted on it in such puny letters that you have to squint to be able to read it and is clearly overshadowed by the shininess of the larger, yet less important, prefect badge. Well, don't I sound like a bundle of optimism.
Moaning aside, I am, sincerely and truly, over the moon.
I am enjoying my new art-free, thus stress-free life at the minute, I have to admit. I can't say though that I don't miss the classes at all, because that would be a blatant lie. I always enjoyed going to art and just being able to sit and relax a bit and have a bit of banter along the way, which mainly consisted of my attempts at rapping and making fun of Miss Todd's hilarious accent, bless her.
I do not regret dropping it, though, because having twelve or thirteen free periods a week periods a week is not exactly what you'd call heart-breaking. It is, in fact, what you might call a waster's paradise and so I may need to drop my current procrastination act in an effort to avoid falling into this appealing, but somewhat dangerous trap.
* * *
I really want to try superdooperly hard this year, because I felt that having to spend every second of every hour of my life painting did slightly impinge upon my marks. Therefore, now that I have no excuse or no reason for not doing as well as I possibly could, I shall be studying like a mad man or, should I say, rather a man woman. Gosh we live in a sexist society.
My intention for tonight was to attempt ( for about the 30th time) to read "The Age of Innocence" which I have not yet found to be overly enthralling, though it is early days. I must make some sort of compromise with myself that if I don't finish it, I cannot watch TV, though the probability of that happening is pretty slim. I finished reading "La Symphonie Pastorale" tonight and it did not appear to me, on first impression, to be a particular tear-jerker, but I was clearly wrong. I struggled with preventing myself from crying, but I'm not sure whether or not the words really were filled with such great poignancy or I was just a tad over-emotional tonight, because I also managed to well up when listening to John Denver's "Take me home...". Strange specimen that I am.
* * *
Tomorrow I think I am heading to the Abbeycentre with Caters in search of some sort of poster for our wonderful study booth; like it needs more decorating.
It's weird that it's actually only 20 minutes to 11 and poor old granny me is feeling like I could close my eyelids right now and fall into dreamland.
Mmm, sleep. You appreciate it loads when you suffer from a lack of it for a prolonged period of time.
Adios.
The past week and a bit have been unsurprisingly chaotic. I often wonder why I feel such an obligation to become a member of every single club that exists within Belfast High. I have, as a result of mere stupidity, left myself with one free lunchtime a week, which means that every drop of amylase my body produces will have to work doubly hard at digesting in order to keep up with the rate I'll be scoffing down my sandwiches; to get them eaten before 1.30. In some ways, the fact that I've given myself a multitude of tasks and responsibilites makes me feel like I'm actually doing something; I'm playing a part yet, on the other hand, it makes me feel guilty about not having enough time spent with my friends.
After all, your time at school is meant to be the happiest years of your life, and spending it with your close friends makes it all the more happier.
* * *
Moaning aside, I am, sincerely and truly, over the moon.
I am enjoying my new art-free, thus stress-free life at the minute, I have to admit. I can't say though that I don't miss the classes at all, because that would be a blatant lie. I always enjoyed going to art and just being able to sit and relax a bit and have a bit of banter along the way, which mainly consisted of my attempts at rapping and making fun of Miss Todd's hilarious accent, bless her.
I do not regret dropping it, though, because having twelve or thirteen free periods a week periods a week is not exactly what you'd call heart-breaking. It is, in fact, what you might call a waster's paradise and so I may need to drop my current procrastination act in an effort to avoid falling into this appealing, but somewhat dangerous trap.
* * *
I really want to try superdooperly hard this year, because I felt that having to spend every second of every hour of my life painting did slightly impinge upon my marks. Therefore, now that I have no excuse or no reason for not doing as well as I possibly could, I shall be studying like a mad man or, should I say, rather a man woman. Gosh we live in a sexist society.
My intention for tonight was to attempt ( for about the 30th time) to read "The Age of Innocence" which I have not yet found to be overly enthralling, though it is early days. I must make some sort of compromise with myself that if I don't finish it, I cannot watch TV, though the probability of that happening is pretty slim. I finished reading "La Symphonie Pastorale" tonight and it did not appear to me, on first impression, to be a particular tear-jerker, but I was clearly wrong. I struggled with preventing myself from crying, but I'm not sure whether or not the words really were filled with such great poignancy or I was just a tad over-emotional tonight, because I also managed to well up when listening to John Denver's "Take me home...". Strange specimen that I am.
* * *
Tomorrow I think I am heading to the Abbeycentre with Caters in search of some sort of poster for our wonderful study booth; like it needs more decorating.
It's weird that it's actually only 20 minutes to 11 and poor old granny me is feeling like I could close my eyelids right now and fall into dreamland.
Mmm, sleep. You appreciate it loads when you suffer from a lack of it for a prolonged period of time.
Adios.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Upper 6th, the story so far.
Well, the time has come to start dawdling up Prince Andrew Way every morning at an hour I didn't even know existed in the summer holidays. Last year, however, though the time may have been unearthly and highly unpleasant, I can at least say that I had no fear of falling out of my school shoes or, in fact, that my toes might burst right out of them. This year's pair seem to have a life of their own- expanding whenever they feel like it, shrinking just to confuse things and, thus, making my toes feel claustrophobic and oppressed. It's not a good time, especially considering the fact that my usual pace isn't too far off the speed of light, and so I'm finding myself tripping every so often, as I try to bolt down the road with shoes that don't even fit properly and a school bag that already has found itself full of useless crap that somehow manages to feel like I'm carrying an elephant on board.
Besides the ridiculousness of the shoe situation, school is pretty good. I'm still struggling to get my head round the idea that I am now, officially, an Upper 6th student. Upper 6th. That, to someone who ponders whether or not they have matured at all in the past three years, seems absolutely ancient. I don't feel worthy of telling 16- year- olds to move up the bus or to fix their uniform. It's not like they'd listen to me anyway, especially since my uniform would be a mess too, if I were not such a geek that panicked at the prospect of receiving a school detention. It would be pretty heart-breaking considering I've passed 13 years of my school life without getting one.
The absolute highlight of my school term so far has, without a doubt, been decorating mine and Cateroo's study booth, sad though it may sound to a non-geekish audience. It is, in fact, the absolute epitome of geek- from the evidence that we were loserish enough to create a game called the "shutty eye game", on the wall to the not so inconspicuous printed quote " embrace the geek" written down the side of the booth as a visible reminder to everyone of our favourite motto. It is, as a result of lots of hard work by myself and the other half, a very attractive, yet slightly OTT, booth and, as Helen might put it, a little treat for the eye.
Right now I am wondering why it is midnight and I am online, typing a blog. I'll be surprised if I manage to keep my eyelids from closing tomorrow morning while walking down the road.
Good luck with that, self.
goodnight.
P.S. My lunch spilled over my english books, causing the spines to become torn and withered looking, which I was rather gutted about, considering that I only got them today. :(
I am a disaster.
:)
Besides the ridiculousness of the shoe situation, school is pretty good. I'm still struggling to get my head round the idea that I am now, officially, an Upper 6th student. Upper 6th. That, to someone who ponders whether or not they have matured at all in the past three years, seems absolutely ancient. I don't feel worthy of telling 16- year- olds to move up the bus or to fix their uniform. It's not like they'd listen to me anyway, especially since my uniform would be a mess too, if I were not such a geek that panicked at the prospect of receiving a school detention. It would be pretty heart-breaking considering I've passed 13 years of my school life without getting one.
The absolute highlight of my school term so far has, without a doubt, been decorating mine and Cateroo's study booth, sad though it may sound to a non-geekish audience. It is, in fact, the absolute epitome of geek- from the evidence that we were loserish enough to create a game called the "shutty eye game", on the wall to the not so inconspicuous printed quote " embrace the geek" written down the side of the booth as a visible reminder to everyone of our favourite motto. It is, as a result of lots of hard work by myself and the other half, a very attractive, yet slightly OTT, booth and, as Helen might put it, a little treat for the eye.
Right now I am wondering why it is midnight and I am online, typing a blog. I'll be surprised if I manage to keep my eyelids from closing tomorrow morning while walking down the road.
Good luck with that, self.
goodnight.
P.S. My lunch spilled over my english books, causing the spines to become torn and withered looking, which I was rather gutted about, considering that I only got them today. :(
I am a disaster.
:)
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Stir it up in our hearts God, stir it up in our hearts, a passion for your name...
Evening.
I love life. Really though, I do.
I spent the majority of my day completing my personal statement, so how I am feeling in an optimistic mood right now is beyond me. The personal statement is about 200 words too long, I think, and even at that I feel as though I ended up leaving a lot of stuff out. I'm pretty pleased with it if I must say so myself. It sounds a lot better than I'd anticipated.
I feel really close to God at the minute, and it's awesome. I'm just praying that I'll be able to stay focused, especially since I'm heading back to school in five days.
I also have a feeling that big things are going to happen. God is amazing, so I know they will. It just takes a bit of patience. Nicola and I are going to the prayer room tomorrow afternoon to do some, well, praying as it is a prayer room afterall.
I'm quite looking forward to going back to school because, even if it does end up being stressful, I know for certainty that that stress can only be a fraction of the stress imposed upon me when I had to do art, when every night of my life was spent wanting to set fire to my paint set, or any other art equipment as a matter of fact. I truly hated it at times. Yet, for some reason, I still think I'll miss it- I'll definitely miss the banter of the class, if anything. Not doing art anymore, I hope, will make more more grateful for being blessed with a talent for art so then I might paint more often ( anything I like of course, as there'll be no restrictions), thus I will enjoy it a lot more.
I'm also looking forward to the concept of seeing my friends again every single day. Although I've seen them all quite a lot this summer, I quite miss our little geekish gatherings at the table in the 6th form centre every break and lunch time. It's amazing how many discussions about food have taken place there. Not only do I look forward to seeing my friends though, I also get quite excited about seeing my teachers, which probably makes me sound really cool I'm sure, not that I've ever pretended to be anything of the sort. I've always got on really well with my teachers. It does my head in, as we would say in good ol' norn iron, to hear people slagging off their teachers like they feel no emotion. They are human, after all. I have done it before though, because before last year, I did experience the occasional scumbag for a teacher...cough Mr McKillen.
I am quite excited about Catherine coming home too, because I miss her and conversations I've had this week have made me feel really blessed to have a best friend at all, never mind such a fantastic one.
This is pretty much the soppiest blog I've ever written.
A little sop every once in a while is good for the health, I reckon.
Until next time,
Ciao.
I love life. Really though, I do.
I spent the majority of my day completing my personal statement, so how I am feeling in an optimistic mood right now is beyond me. The personal statement is about 200 words too long, I think, and even at that I feel as though I ended up leaving a lot of stuff out. I'm pretty pleased with it if I must say so myself. It sounds a lot better than I'd anticipated.
I feel really close to God at the minute, and it's awesome. I'm just praying that I'll be able to stay focused, especially since I'm heading back to school in five days.
I also have a feeling that big things are going to happen. God is amazing, so I know they will. It just takes a bit of patience. Nicola and I are going to the prayer room tomorrow afternoon to do some, well, praying as it is a prayer room afterall.
I'm quite looking forward to going back to school because, even if it does end up being stressful, I know for certainty that that stress can only be a fraction of the stress imposed upon me when I had to do art, when every night of my life was spent wanting to set fire to my paint set, or any other art equipment as a matter of fact. I truly hated it at times. Yet, for some reason, I still think I'll miss it- I'll definitely miss the banter of the class, if anything. Not doing art anymore, I hope, will make more more grateful for being blessed with a talent for art so then I might paint more often ( anything I like of course, as there'll be no restrictions), thus I will enjoy it a lot more.
I'm also looking forward to the concept of seeing my friends again every single day. Although I've seen them all quite a lot this summer, I quite miss our little geekish gatherings at the table in the 6th form centre every break and lunch time. It's amazing how many discussions about food have taken place there. Not only do I look forward to seeing my friends though, I also get quite excited about seeing my teachers, which probably makes me sound really cool I'm sure, not that I've ever pretended to be anything of the sort. I've always got on really well with my teachers. It does my head in, as we would say in good ol' norn iron, to hear people slagging off their teachers like they feel no emotion. They are human, after all. I have done it before though, because before last year, I did experience the occasional scumbag for a teacher...cough Mr McKillen.
I am quite excited about Catherine coming home too, because I miss her and conversations I've had this week have made me feel really blessed to have a best friend at all, never mind such a fantastic one.
This is pretty much the soppiest blog I've ever written.
A little sop every once in a while is good for the health, I reckon.
Until next time,
Ciao.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Hello there.
It is 11.35 pm and I had 4 and a half hours sleep last night, so apologies if this blog fails to make sense.
I'll try to keep my eyes open.
Went to the last night of outreach last night, which was fantastic. Nicola gave her testimony- well she talked about how God was there for her when she had the problem with her legs. It was very inspirational. I just love hearing how God has helped people, as it reminds me how awesome he is. Ashamedly, sometimes I forget.
Sarah stayed over at mine last night, and we stayed up talking until 5.30 am, or something ridiculous like that. Needless to say, I am now completely and utterly exhausted. It was really nice having a proper chat though.
Tonight I went to Mark's Moldova Crew reunion BBQ, which was great fun and rather tasty, particularly the upside down pineapple cake, which I gobbled down in about a tenth of a second, like a big fatty. I'm now regretting sitting so close to the BBQ, even though looking at the cooking meat was temporarily satisfying; because it now means that my hair smells like it is on fire.
My prayers this week have had one particular focus, and they're getting answered, bit by bit. I just hope everything soon begins to make sense.
Hasta luego.
Hello there.
It is 11.35 pm and I had 4 and a half hours sleep last night, so apologies if this blog fails to make sense.
I'll try to keep my eyes open.
Went to the last night of outreach last night, which was fantastic. Nicola gave her testimony- well she talked about how God was there for her when she had the problem with her legs. It was very inspirational. I just love hearing how God has helped people, as it reminds me how awesome he is. Ashamedly, sometimes I forget.
Sarah stayed over at mine last night, and we stayed up talking until 5.30 am, or something ridiculous like that. Needless to say, I am now completely and utterly exhausted. It was really nice having a proper chat though.
Tonight I went to Mark's Moldova Crew reunion BBQ, which was great fun and rather tasty, particularly the upside down pineapple cake, which I gobbled down in about a tenth of a second, like a big fatty. I'm now regretting sitting so close to the BBQ, even though looking at the cooking meat was temporarily satisfying; because it now means that my hair smells like it is on fire.
My prayers this week have had one particular focus, and they're getting answered, bit by bit. I just hope everything soon begins to make sense.
Hasta luego.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
There's a shield in our hand and a sword at our side, there's a fire in our spirits than cannot be denied.
Gutentag.
The sun has got it's hat on, hip hip hip hurray. It's only 19 degrees or something outside, yet I feel on the verge of combustion. I'm not complaining though, because it's the best day we've had this summer.
Nikki and I decided we'd take advantage of today's nice weather, so we walked in to Carrick and sat on a lovely wee bench by the sea and ate lunch or, rather, a marshmallow feast. We sat about on a wall for about half an hour, admiring the beautiful scenery until we had to literally force ourselves to get up. I really do take it for granted sometimes that I live in such a pretty town you know. I'm generally too busy going to mauds to stop, take a look around me, and admire the view. I'm going to try to do that more often.
Went out for lunch in town yesterday with Nikki, Natalie, Lauren and Adeline. We went to Roast, which is usually pretty nice and is also quite good value for money. This time, lunch was a bit different. Our paninis and wraps were lovely as always and perhaps the salad would have been nice had it not been infested with a colony of bugs, or "wee beasts" as Adeline calls them.
Yep, no joke, our salads had bugs living inside them. Lauren, being Lauren of course, went up and complained and as a result, we got free lunches plus about 8 free traybakes on top. So, it actually worked out quite well in the end.
Tonight I'm going back to the outreach thing, and doing the same tomorrow night. Sarah is also coming too, yay!
In just over a week, I'll be traipsing down prince andrew way with my school bag at an unearlthy hour. WOOPEE.
Bis Bald.
The sun has got it's hat on, hip hip hip hurray. It's only 19 degrees or something outside, yet I feel on the verge of combustion. I'm not complaining though, because it's the best day we've had this summer.
Nikki and I decided we'd take advantage of today's nice weather, so we walked in to Carrick and sat on a lovely wee bench by the sea and ate lunch or, rather, a marshmallow feast. We sat about on a wall for about half an hour, admiring the beautiful scenery until we had to literally force ourselves to get up. I really do take it for granted sometimes that I live in such a pretty town you know. I'm generally too busy going to mauds to stop, take a look around me, and admire the view. I'm going to try to do that more often.
Went out for lunch in town yesterday with Nikki, Natalie, Lauren and Adeline. We went to Roast, which is usually pretty nice and is also quite good value for money. This time, lunch was a bit different. Our paninis and wraps were lovely as always and perhaps the salad would have been nice had it not been infested with a colony of bugs, or "wee beasts" as Adeline calls them.
Yep, no joke, our salads had bugs living inside them. Lauren, being Lauren of course, went up and complained and as a result, we got free lunches plus about 8 free traybakes on top. So, it actually worked out quite well in the end.
Tonight I'm going back to the outreach thing, and doing the same tomorrow night. Sarah is also coming too, yay!
In just over a week, I'll be traipsing down prince andrew way with my school bag at an unearlthy hour. WOOPEE.
Bis Bald.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Beneath my feet, the earth is ready. I know it's time for heaven's rain...
It is the 19th of August 2007.
That is scary.
Not only has this been the quickest summer ever, but L6 was, without a doubt, the quickest school year ever. One minute I'm trying Mrs Stirling's malteaser buns for the first time, and the next minute I'm getting the results of my AS levels, which, by the way, went absolutely fine; 3 As and a B in English Lit, despite my food poisoning. Cannot. Believe. It.
I seriously thought I had failed King Lear. I thought I'd maybe get about 10 out of 90 for effort. I have considered the likely possibility that the examiners may have fallen asleep while marking my paper and dreamt they had read another essay. Oh well, all I care about is that I will never have to flick through another copy of King Lear again in my life. Yeehah.
In a few months, once I'm studying Wife of Bath, no doubt I'll regret ever saying I hated King Lear and will be begging to study it again.
I am currently feeling very content with regards to the whole university application process, not particularly confident, but content. I feel as though there is no point in worrying about since, after all, there is nothing I can really do if they don't accept me. I have done my best and if they aren't happy with that, well...screw them, to put it bluntly.
It scares me to think that this time next year I will ( fingers crossed) be preparing to move out, which means growing up. I do not feel particularly ready for this, so part of me is terrified. On the other hand, I'm quite excited to begin a whole new chapter of my life, pardon the cheese.
I'm also quite sad that my school years are coming to an end, because although it hasn't always been a barrels of laughs, which I can only put down to stupidly choosing art for GCSE and AS, some of my funniest, fondest memories have taken place there.
Right now, though, I am concentrating on enjoying the last few weeks of my summer holidays, though with a distinctive lack of sun, it's hard to believe that it is summer, and has been for the past 2 months. Tomorrow, I plan to go in to Carrick, renew my library book, which I have not yet got round to reading, put money in my virtually empty bank account and then go to an outreach thing in Downshire Presby in the evening, which should be fun.
On Tuesday, I'm intending to go in to town with a few girlies from school to meet up with Adeline, who's going back to France soon, for lunch, which will be lovely as I haven't seen her in ages and would love to see her before she goes back home. I seriously dread the thought of getting some other french assistant next year unless, of course, they're hot and, in which case, are obviously of the male gender.
I'm not sure what plans I have for the rest of the week, except for heading down to Downshire for a few days and then going to Skid's barbecue on saturday night, which'll be a laugh I'm sure, and full of lots of reminiscing about good ol' Moldova. I'll have to think of more activities than that though, or I'll find myself bored and wishing my other half, who has buggered off to the middle of nowhere for 2 weeks, was just around the corner.
This was an unintentionally long blog. I purposely tried to make it short and, evidently, failed miserably.
I would love to write a book some day. However, that is a story for some other time.
Bonne nuit, mes amies fantastiques.
x
That is scary.
Not only has this been the quickest summer ever, but L6 was, without a doubt, the quickest school year ever. One minute I'm trying Mrs Stirling's malteaser buns for the first time, and the next minute I'm getting the results of my AS levels, which, by the way, went absolutely fine; 3 As and a B in English Lit, despite my food poisoning. Cannot. Believe. It.
I seriously thought I had failed King Lear. I thought I'd maybe get about 10 out of 90 for effort. I have considered the likely possibility that the examiners may have fallen asleep while marking my paper and dreamt they had read another essay. Oh well, all I care about is that I will never have to flick through another copy of King Lear again in my life. Yeehah.
In a few months, once I'm studying Wife of Bath, no doubt I'll regret ever saying I hated King Lear and will be begging to study it again.
I am currently feeling very content with regards to the whole university application process, not particularly confident, but content. I feel as though there is no point in worrying about since, after all, there is nothing I can really do if they don't accept me. I have done my best and if they aren't happy with that, well...screw them, to put it bluntly.
It scares me to think that this time next year I will ( fingers crossed) be preparing to move out, which means growing up. I do not feel particularly ready for this, so part of me is terrified. On the other hand, I'm quite excited to begin a whole new chapter of my life, pardon the cheese.
I'm also quite sad that my school years are coming to an end, because although it hasn't always been a barrels of laughs, which I can only put down to stupidly choosing art for GCSE and AS, some of my funniest, fondest memories have taken place there.
Right now, though, I am concentrating on enjoying the last few weeks of my summer holidays, though with a distinctive lack of sun, it's hard to believe that it is summer, and has been for the past 2 months. Tomorrow, I plan to go in to Carrick, renew my library book, which I have not yet got round to reading, put money in my virtually empty bank account and then go to an outreach thing in Downshire Presby in the evening, which should be fun.
On Tuesday, I'm intending to go in to town with a few girlies from school to meet up with Adeline, who's going back to France soon, for lunch, which will be lovely as I haven't seen her in ages and would love to see her before she goes back home. I seriously dread the thought of getting some other french assistant next year unless, of course, they're hot and, in which case, are obviously of the male gender.
I'm not sure what plans I have for the rest of the week, except for heading down to Downshire for a few days and then going to Skid's barbecue on saturday night, which'll be a laugh I'm sure, and full of lots of reminiscing about good ol' Moldova. I'll have to think of more activities than that though, or I'll find myself bored and wishing my other half, who has buggered off to the middle of nowhere for 2 weeks, was just around the corner.
This was an unintentionally long blog. I purposely tried to make it short and, evidently, failed miserably.
I would love to write a book some day. However, that is a story for some other time.
Bonne nuit, mes amies fantastiques.
x
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Summer 07
Hello there.
Since I haven't blogged in more than a month, it's going to be a tad difficult for me to remember every single detail of what's been going on in my life, but I'll try.
As you may have guessed, I made it back from Moldova and, unsurprisingly, managed to return with the same milk-bottle skin I went out with. You'd think that the "62" degrees heat in Chisinau would have had some sort of effect on me, other than just making me 7 lbs lighter- which was mainly because of the fact that I was constantly perspiring every drop of liquid that went into my body. That's one thing I can confidently say I do not miss; waking up every morning in a puddle of sweat, delightful though it was.
Everything else, however, I do miss and would do anything to be able to do it all over again.
Okay, so before I went, I'll admit I wasn't feeling terribly enthusiastic and, to be honest, I was so overcome with anxiety that I hadn't really thought about the possibility of it being life-changing.
Funny thing is, everything that I thought was going to be hard to cope with was, and yet, somehow, it all became part of the experience.
If anything, it taught me a few lessons- one being that I should never ever complain about the state of public toilets. A bit of pee on the seat seems petty when you're faced with the obstacle of having no seat at all, just a- quite literally- crappy hole to go in. Once you got used to the whole idea of squatting and the hindrance of trying to avoid peeing on your foot, it really wasn't so bad. There were plenty of bugs in there to keep you company, including the occasional moth, I discovered, one of which managed to fly right up the hole when I was trying to go, which is always a nice surprise I must say.
The food was another thing. I can now officially say that I have tasted fish porridge, complete with brine to top it all off. It was as delicious as it sounds. Actually though, this was about the only inedible meal at the kids camp. The rest were completely fine. I only really had a problem with their eagerness to give us hot chocolate with lunch ( which was generally some sort of hot soup), which never seems so appetising when you think you are actually going to turn to dust in the 40-something degree heat.
These problems, however, became so frivolous after the first couple of days of being there. To our surprise, the whole 'we can't speak romanian' thing wasn't that much of a problem. You don't always need words, I've learnt, to show someone that you care or to make them smile. Therefore, we managed to make friends with the kids pretty quickly and we saw their attitude towards us change almost instantly, once they discovered we weren't freaks.
I wasn't really sure what to expect from the kids camp to tell the truth- I didn't really think that it would have such an impact on me, but it did. Even the simple things like "twins day" and the secret friend day, as well as the postbox day were great- just playing with the kids and getting to know them was fantastic and it was gratifying to see that things like the trampoline, which we bought them, could bring them such joy.
After our fantastic week at the kids camp, I was really quite sad to be leaving; an emotion I didn't envisage I'd be feeling at the end of the trip, the first time I laid my eyes upon the fishy porridge dish. We had a lot of banter at that camp- it was where we discovered iced water can give you throat disease, people sometimes poo in showers, there are wolves in moldova and that Clare screams in her sleep, and it was there that the obsession with twosies began.
After our week there, we travelled back to Chisinau to stay with Niclae and his family ( also home of big ears, the "friendly dogs" and is also where Babuska Valia got naked). The only real problem with staying in the city was that we had to travel back and forth to the village every day- which is highly entertaining when you're sitting in a van that doesnt have working gears, has seats that are coming off, is lacking in seat belts, and you're driving through forests to try to get to the village. Of course, the roads aren't quite as bad in the city- they're smoother that is. The only problem you have to face there is deciding which lane to drive in and how fast you're going to drive, because rules don't seem to apply there. Scary, but incredibly fun nevertheless.
Working in the village was amazing. Sweaty, but amazing. The difference we made there is probably beyond what any of us can imagine- because noone really seemed to care about those villagers before we came, so just being part of a team that was able to go in and change things for them for the better is something I'll always remember. We may not have seen anyone directly become a christian while we were there, but what we did see was lots of what-were-once-frowns turn to smiles, and so through our action, we will have hopefully planted a seed and shown the people God's love.
Although I'm glad to be home, for obvious reasons such as being able to use a toilet that flushes, I really do miss Moldova. We made wonderful friendships with some fantastic people out there and I hope that some day we'll have the opportunity to go back.
* * * *
Right now, it is 12.30 am, which means it is the 10th of August, which means the day of doom is only six days away...dun dun dun. I'm trying not to get stressed, but it's unavoidable. The only reassurance I have is that I've done well in art, which really isn't that helpful ultimately, since it's the one I want to drop. Woopee. I'm just crossing my fingers that my failure to string a sentence together in the french oral will not jeopardise my grade and that my made up facts about Brittany will go unnoticed by the examiners.
I'm hoping to spend this week doing things to keep me occupied. I'm just back from seeing Hairspray in the cinema with Caters, which was one of the best films I've seen in a long time. Yesterday Caters and I went to Sarah's for a day of lost-watching and chocolate fountain dipping or, rather, spoon-licking. I think I may have gained about a stone there, and then another one later that day when I went for dinner with Caters, David, her Aunt, Uncle and little cousins.
Tomorrow, or should I say today, will be spent making an attempt at my personal statement, as I have been procrastinating the idea of writing it for quite some time. On Saturday I'm hoping to go see Bluetree perform at the castle, which should be fun. I refuse to discuss the following week since it is the week I shall fall into a state of depression and the whole world will discover that I am a waster, and I will have to make the choice between working in McDonalds or Burger King for the rest of my life.
Bring it on.
Okey dokey man.
Since I haven't blogged in more than a month, it's going to be a tad difficult for me to remember every single detail of what's been going on in my life, but I'll try.
As you may have guessed, I made it back from Moldova and, unsurprisingly, managed to return with the same milk-bottle skin I went out with. You'd think that the "62" degrees heat in Chisinau would have had some sort of effect on me, other than just making me 7 lbs lighter- which was mainly because of the fact that I was constantly perspiring every drop of liquid that went into my body. That's one thing I can confidently say I do not miss; waking up every morning in a puddle of sweat, delightful though it was.
Everything else, however, I do miss and would do anything to be able to do it all over again.
Okay, so before I went, I'll admit I wasn't feeling terribly enthusiastic and, to be honest, I was so overcome with anxiety that I hadn't really thought about the possibility of it being life-changing.
Funny thing is, everything that I thought was going to be hard to cope with was, and yet, somehow, it all became part of the experience.
If anything, it taught me a few lessons- one being that I should never ever complain about the state of public toilets. A bit of pee on the seat seems petty when you're faced with the obstacle of having no seat at all, just a- quite literally- crappy hole to go in. Once you got used to the whole idea of squatting and the hindrance of trying to avoid peeing on your foot, it really wasn't so bad. There were plenty of bugs in there to keep you company, including the occasional moth, I discovered, one of which managed to fly right up the hole when I was trying to go, which is always a nice surprise I must say.
The food was another thing. I can now officially say that I have tasted fish porridge, complete with brine to top it all off. It was as delicious as it sounds. Actually though, this was about the only inedible meal at the kids camp. The rest were completely fine. I only really had a problem with their eagerness to give us hot chocolate with lunch ( which was generally some sort of hot soup), which never seems so appetising when you think you are actually going to turn to dust in the 40-something degree heat.
These problems, however, became so frivolous after the first couple of days of being there. To our surprise, the whole 'we can't speak romanian' thing wasn't that much of a problem. You don't always need words, I've learnt, to show someone that you care or to make them smile. Therefore, we managed to make friends with the kids pretty quickly and we saw their attitude towards us change almost instantly, once they discovered we weren't freaks.
I wasn't really sure what to expect from the kids camp to tell the truth- I didn't really think that it would have such an impact on me, but it did. Even the simple things like "twins day" and the secret friend day, as well as the postbox day were great- just playing with the kids and getting to know them was fantastic and it was gratifying to see that things like the trampoline, which we bought them, could bring them such joy.
After our fantastic week at the kids camp, I was really quite sad to be leaving; an emotion I didn't envisage I'd be feeling at the end of the trip, the first time I laid my eyes upon the fishy porridge dish. We had a lot of banter at that camp- it was where we discovered iced water can give you throat disease, people sometimes poo in showers, there are wolves in moldova and that Clare screams in her sleep, and it was there that the obsession with twosies began.
After our week there, we travelled back to Chisinau to stay with Niclae and his family ( also home of big ears, the "friendly dogs" and is also where Babuska Valia got naked). The only real problem with staying in the city was that we had to travel back and forth to the village every day- which is highly entertaining when you're sitting in a van that doesnt have working gears, has seats that are coming off, is lacking in seat belts, and you're driving through forests to try to get to the village. Of course, the roads aren't quite as bad in the city- they're smoother that is. The only problem you have to face there is deciding which lane to drive in and how fast you're going to drive, because rules don't seem to apply there. Scary, but incredibly fun nevertheless.
Working in the village was amazing. Sweaty, but amazing. The difference we made there is probably beyond what any of us can imagine- because noone really seemed to care about those villagers before we came, so just being part of a team that was able to go in and change things for them for the better is something I'll always remember. We may not have seen anyone directly become a christian while we were there, but what we did see was lots of what-were-once-frowns turn to smiles, and so through our action, we will have hopefully planted a seed and shown the people God's love.
Although I'm glad to be home, for obvious reasons such as being able to use a toilet that flushes, I really do miss Moldova. We made wonderful friendships with some fantastic people out there and I hope that some day we'll have the opportunity to go back.
* * * *
Right now, it is 12.30 am, which means it is the 10th of August, which means the day of doom is only six days away...dun dun dun. I'm trying not to get stressed, but it's unavoidable. The only reassurance I have is that I've done well in art, which really isn't that helpful ultimately, since it's the one I want to drop. Woopee. I'm just crossing my fingers that my failure to string a sentence together in the french oral will not jeopardise my grade and that my made up facts about Brittany will go unnoticed by the examiners.
I'm hoping to spend this week doing things to keep me occupied. I'm just back from seeing Hairspray in the cinema with Caters, which was one of the best films I've seen in a long time. Yesterday Caters and I went to Sarah's for a day of lost-watching and chocolate fountain dipping or, rather, spoon-licking. I think I may have gained about a stone there, and then another one later that day when I went for dinner with Caters, David, her Aunt, Uncle and little cousins.
Tomorrow, or should I say today, will be spent making an attempt at my personal statement, as I have been procrastinating the idea of writing it for quite some time. On Saturday I'm hoping to go see Bluetree perform at the castle, which should be fun. I refuse to discuss the following week since it is the week I shall fall into a state of depression and the whole world will discover that I am a waster, and I will have to make the choice between working in McDonalds or Burger King for the rest of my life.
Bring it on.
Okey dokey man.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Age to age he stands, and time is in his hands...
Okay, so I didn't quite keep my promise of writing in my blog more often than once every two weeks, but I've been a busy bee.
Went to the Zoo last friday with Cateroo for the day, which was great fun. I really think £4.10 is money well spent considering it costs £5.00 into the cinema. Although it would get a bit monotonous after a while, if you went to the zoo every single week. There's only so much fun you can have whilst watching animals go for a poo, which reminds me- the elephants really are in much need of some shower gel or something. Sheesh, they stink. We took lots of funny photos, mostly imitating the animals and played in the park for a good while on the seesaw thingy. We truly do have the best days out, us two.
On Sunday morning at about nine Caters and I headed up to Summer Madness. When we got there, it made us really upset that we couldn't stay, and would have to go home again at 6. Grrrr. It was great, though- the worship, pete greig, seeing the dubliners and just generally the whole atmosphere. Next year we'll all be eighteen, so there won't be any hassle getting up there. We can go all by ourselves because we'll be adults- cannot wait.
When we got to platform 4, we asked a random woman where the train to Larne was and she pointed to platform three. A dirty liar is what she turned out to be. Not only did she point us to the wrong platform, oh no, she pointed us to the train headed for Portrush. Thanks.
After nearly ( and traumatically) getting on the portrush train, we saw a sign saying our train was cancelled. So we waited until we saw a train sitting in platform four. We didn't know where it was going, because there were too many signs so we just got on it and prayed it was the right one. It was. Only there was a problem on the tracks so it was being delayed until the problem was fixed. We then ended up getting on another train, going to "Whitehead." That's what the sign said anyway. It didn't bloody end up going to Whitehead, which meant that Carrick was the last stop, so we had to get off and get soaked in the rain, running with a broken umbrella that nearly had people's eyeballs out.
I've been doing Kids Club since Tuesday, which means getting up very early, thus me being extremely tired. It is rather good fun , I must say, so I can't complain.
Yesterday Nikki and I went on a walk to Mauds and I had a small tub with pooh bear, chocolate brownies and strawberries and cream, not just all pooh bear. Shocker, I know.
After that we walked into Carrick and spent about an hour looking at all the different Barry M dazzle dusts and deliberating over which to choose, therefore we left superdrug with multi-coloured glittery hands. We also dandered about looking for something to wear to Sarah's party, but then remembered we both didn't have any money left, so we headed home.
I can tell that next week is going to be stressful already, since I have yet to get everything I need for Moldova and it is both Sarah and Nicki's 18th birthday.
Moldova is so close. It's almost a week away and to be honest, I don't know if I'm really prepared. I'm a real mixture of excitement and nervousness at the minute, the latter feeling being because of the difference in culture, primarily, as well as the thought of something going wrong, which it will. I do know that whatever happens, happens and that we are all in God's hands, so that's all that really matters.
I am excited though at the thought of meeting all the kids and bringing joy to people who really are a lot less well off than us, both spiritually and monetarily.
It really is going to be the trip of a lifetime, I just know. I have only really come to the realization that it is such a big deal. Why I don't feel prepared, I don't know. But, maybe that's a good thing.
Maybe going out there in my current state of mind will make the experience all the more valuable and worthwhile.
This is the start, I think, of bigger things to come.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Tengo la camisa negra, ya tu amor no me interesa...
Hola.
I feel in a very spanish mood.
BUT I couldn't find Juanes' album today, which I was extremely disappointed about.
Anyway, I'm writing in my blog.
That makes a change. I'm determined to write in it more often, since I have a habit of neglecting the poor thing.
Well, I can officially say that I'm enjoying summer 07 so far.
And I've only been off a week. 9 more weeks to go. Hallelujah.
Went into town today with Cateroo to get some things for Moldova( all bought in Primark btw) and Sazza's birthday present. It's fab, if I must say so myself.
Turns out everyone else was also in town, looking to buy stuff for Moldova- we bumped into the Wallaces and Nicki, also in Primark.
I have a funny feeling that we're all gonna be going out wearing the same clothes.
It was a reasonably nice day, so Nicki, Caters and I were able to buy a cheap lunch from boots and eat it at the City Hall. Those boots meal deals really are an absolute bargain. I can't quite get my head around how they work, but hey, I'm not complaining. If they only want to take £2.99 off me, great.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing tomorrow. I feel like just having a nice, relaxing day at home as, chances are, it won't be a nice day anyway.
I also feel like my hair needs dyed again, which is crap because I know that Shek will charge me about a thousand pounds, and so I'll be skint for the rest of the summer.
But
It's that versus my current rootsy look, which isn't such a hot look tbh.
Decisions, decisions, decisions...
I feel in a very spanish mood.
BUT I couldn't find Juanes' album today, which I was extremely disappointed about.
Anyway, I'm writing in my blog.
That makes a change. I'm determined to write in it more often, since I have a habit of neglecting the poor thing.
Well, I can officially say that I'm enjoying summer 07 so far.
And I've only been off a week. 9 more weeks to go. Hallelujah.
Went into town today with Cateroo to get some things for Moldova( all bought in Primark btw) and Sazza's birthday present. It's fab, if I must say so myself.
Turns out everyone else was also in town, looking to buy stuff for Moldova- we bumped into the Wallaces and Nicki, also in Primark.
I have a funny feeling that we're all gonna be going out wearing the same clothes.
It was a reasonably nice day, so Nicki, Caters and I were able to buy a cheap lunch from boots and eat it at the City Hall. Those boots meal deals really are an absolute bargain. I can't quite get my head around how they work, but hey, I'm not complaining. If they only want to take £2.99 off me, great.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing tomorrow. I feel like just having a nice, relaxing day at home as, chances are, it won't be a nice day anyway.
I also feel like my hair needs dyed again, which is crap because I know that Shek will charge me about a thousand pounds, and so I'll be skint for the rest of the summer.
But
It's that versus my current rootsy look, which isn't such a hot look tbh.
Decisions, decisions, decisions...
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Summer is here.
Wow.
Haven't written in this thing for TWO MONTHS.
Mate, what's wrong with me?
Well, I'll tell you...
I've had exams to do. You'd think that, being the procrastinator that I am, I'd be writing on this thing at every opportunity, but it appears not.
Instead, I was on bebo...wasting my time and not revising. No, I did revise...a bit.
BUT
I failed English Lit. Apart from getting bloody food poisoning for my first ( frost and streetcar) paper and having to leave half-way through, I wrote the biggest pile of crap for King Lear. I mean, serious keek. I talked about reconcilation for my conclusion, and the question was about the relationship between Lear and "Gonerill" and Regan.
However, i am past caring at this moment in time and am currently enjoying my not-having-to-do-anything situation. It is fab.
Went to see Chicago on Tuesday night, which was most excellent....despite the minor blip at the beginning. Then, last night, I stayed over at Caters' and we made yummy chocolate peanut/malteaser cookies lol. Fun times.
Right now, I'm being a bit lazy and not doing a great deal to be honest. I feel like getting some photos printed, though...since i never seem to have time to do it. Then, i shall sort them out into lovely little albums and they can be all organised.
YAY.
My room really needs tidied. I think im going to give it a major sorting out. Sounds like a plan.
SO, off i go.
Adios
Au Revoir
Auf Wiedersehn( spelling may be wrong.)
goodbye.
Haven't written in this thing for TWO MONTHS.
Mate, what's wrong with me?
Well, I'll tell you...
I've had exams to do. You'd think that, being the procrastinator that I am, I'd be writing on this thing at every opportunity, but it appears not.
Instead, I was on bebo...wasting my time and not revising. No, I did revise...a bit.
BUT
I failed English Lit. Apart from getting bloody food poisoning for my first ( frost and streetcar) paper and having to leave half-way through, I wrote the biggest pile of crap for King Lear. I mean, serious keek. I talked about reconcilation for my conclusion, and the question was about the relationship between Lear and "Gonerill" and Regan.
However, i am past caring at this moment in time and am currently enjoying my not-having-to-do-anything situation. It is fab.
Went to see Chicago on Tuesday night, which was most excellent....despite the minor blip at the beginning. Then, last night, I stayed over at Caters' and we made yummy chocolate peanut/malteaser cookies lol. Fun times.
Right now, I'm being a bit lazy and not doing a great deal to be honest. I feel like getting some photos printed, though...since i never seem to have time to do it. Then, i shall sort them out into lovely little albums and they can be all organised.
YAY.
My room really needs tidied. I think im going to give it a major sorting out. Sounds like a plan.
SO, off i go.
Adios
Au Revoir
Auf Wiedersehn( spelling may be wrong.)
goodbye.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
?
Do you ever just wish that you've been having a bad dream, and when you wake up everything will actually be alright again?
I don't even know what to write here, because it won't describe how I'm feeling accurately enough.
This day has went in so slowly. More slowly than normal- i honestly feel like i should just go to bed soon. Thing is, i know i will not get to sleep and will spend my whole night worrying.
I also have lots of work to do, but i cannot bring myself to do it...it just doesn't really seem appropriate, but i know i'll have to do it sometime.
Today has really put things into perspective for me, and made me realize that i need to start appreciating life more because, after all, it is very fragile.
This scares me.
Anyway, i'm going to go now.
I don't even know what to write here, because it won't describe how I'm feeling accurately enough.
This day has went in so slowly. More slowly than normal- i honestly feel like i should just go to bed soon. Thing is, i know i will not get to sleep and will spend my whole night worrying.
I also have lots of work to do, but i cannot bring myself to do it...it just doesn't really seem appropriate, but i know i'll have to do it sometime.
Today has really put things into perspective for me, and made me realize that i need to start appreciating life more because, after all, it is very fragile.
This scares me.
Anyway, i'm going to go now.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Sunshine on my window makes me happy, like I should be...
Due to the fact that I seldom update this thing, I always feel that when I do, I have so much to write about. I'm not even sure where to start. Well...
The past month has been quite an eventful one.
Our school is showing a production of Grease next October, which we are all really excited about. We've always wanted BHS to have some sort of play, but the fact that it's Grease makes it even more exciting. I mean we've all pranced about our bedroom in a pair of shorts, holding a hairbrush and singing " Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee!" At least I hope so- perhaps it was just me, the weird child who thought wearing socks over my arms in the hope that it'd look like gloves, as well as green lycra shorts, was cool.
Anyway, Catherine got the part of Sandy, which means that we don't have to watch some eejit who can't sing standing on stage, ruining the character. She will actually be good, and suits the role of Sandy perfectly. I'm really chuffed for her.
I also turned Seventeen. Like most years, I feel no different than I did the year before. I almost feel like I'm not growing up or something, but as long as embracing my inner child continues to make me happy, I'll continue doing so.
I had a really nice birthday- just had some friends over to watch a dvd, but it was good banter. I also got some very lovely presents from my equally lovely friends.
My birthday, however, wasn't really my priority, since I was too busy looking forward to the formal, which, I might add, was absolutely amazing and totally exceeded my expectations. Everyone looked gorgeous in their dresses and the limo was such a good laugh. Despite the fact that our limo driver was unsafe and talked on his mobile for the majority of the time, and that our "champagne" wasn't really champagne, we managed to make the most of it.
We danced to lots of really great songs, which we put on our own little cd.
We took lots and lots of photos, which I have now put up on bebo. It's so unsual to see pictures of myself where I'm actually looking normal. Usually I'm pulling weird faces or just generally being odd- it's ncie to know I can actually be normal. We also figured that since the opportunity of blasting music from a car never really arises, we would use the formal as an excuse for doing so. So, as we were approaching the Clandeboye, we rolled down the window, turned up the music in the limo, and acted as if that's the sort of thing we normally do. That, I imagine, is probably the most rebellious thing us bunch of geeks will ever do in our entire lives.
The formal itself was anything but disappointing. It entailed lots of dancing, to the extent that my dress was stuck to me like cling-film in the end, someone spilling juice all over my dress, Sarah getting drunk and being very amusing, lots of steek beats and many photos being taken. Fab, in other words.
By the end of the night I had made many discoveries:
1) Sarah " loves me very much"
2) Caters and I looked like we were " out of it" despite being the most sober people there.
3)BHS has some of the biggest sleazes around.
4)It is not easy to dance in a formal dress, in fact, it is extremely dangerous and causes one to trip many times.
5)I have brilliant friends, who made the formal the fun night it was.
Can't wait 'til next year's one.
After making a gradual recovery from the excitement of Friday night, Caters and I decided to head off to the home of sweet Molly Malone i.e. Dublin's fair city on Tuesday.Surprisingly, we didn't get lost. Unfortunately this isn't because we are in anyway good at reading maps, but because we used our common sense and followed the tram lines lol. Ingenious? I think so.
We had lunch in good old McDonald's, because we're very classy and wanted to try some typical irish gourmet haha. We then walked about, being silly and looking for bargains in shops. We went to Penny's first, of course...but for some reason, I didn't end up buying anything.
We also went to H&M and took photos of us wearing really huge sunglasses. It was highly amusing. After much deliberation, we got the sightseeing bus tour. We were initially unsure about getting it, in case it didn't bring us back to O'Connoll street and we would become totally lost as a result of it. Thankfully we were allowed to stay on it, therefore we got right back to the place where we started. It was just a tad bit windy on the top of the coach and mine and Caters' fingers were a bit whiter than normal, but it was fun nevertheless.
Our busdriver even entertained us by singing some good ol' irish tunes.
After the sightseeing tour, we did some more shopping. To be honest, we spent a good bit of our time trying to find shops, which weren't chavvy. They're quite a fan of having shops down there that seem nice from the outside, but once you get inside are filled with blinding milly bling. We did buy some lovely masks from Claire's- mine was a monkey, and Caters' was a ladybird. Even though they were designed to fit a five-year-old, we still managed to make them look sexy.
The past month has been quite an eventful one.
Our school is showing a production of Grease next October, which we are all really excited about. We've always wanted BHS to have some sort of play, but the fact that it's Grease makes it even more exciting. I mean we've all pranced about our bedroom in a pair of shorts, holding a hairbrush and singing " Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee!" At least I hope so- perhaps it was just me, the weird child who thought wearing socks over my arms in the hope that it'd look like gloves, as well as green lycra shorts, was cool.
Anyway, Catherine got the part of Sandy, which means that we don't have to watch some eejit who can't sing standing on stage, ruining the character. She will actually be good, and suits the role of Sandy perfectly. I'm really chuffed for her.
I also turned Seventeen. Like most years, I feel no different than I did the year before. I almost feel like I'm not growing up or something, but as long as embracing my inner child continues to make me happy, I'll continue doing so.
I had a really nice birthday- just had some friends over to watch a dvd, but it was good banter. I also got some very lovely presents from my equally lovely friends.
My birthday, however, wasn't really my priority, since I was too busy looking forward to the formal, which, I might add, was absolutely amazing and totally exceeded my expectations. Everyone looked gorgeous in their dresses and the limo was such a good laugh. Despite the fact that our limo driver was unsafe and talked on his mobile for the majority of the time, and that our "champagne" wasn't really champagne, we managed to make the most of it.
We danced to lots of really great songs, which we put on our own little cd.
We took lots and lots of photos, which I have now put up on bebo. It's so unsual to see pictures of myself where I'm actually looking normal. Usually I'm pulling weird faces or just generally being odd- it's ncie to know I can actually be normal. We also figured that since the opportunity of blasting music from a car never really arises, we would use the formal as an excuse for doing so. So, as we were approaching the Clandeboye, we rolled down the window, turned up the music in the limo, and acted as if that's the sort of thing we normally do. That, I imagine, is probably the most rebellious thing us bunch of geeks will ever do in our entire lives.
The formal itself was anything but disappointing. It entailed lots of dancing, to the extent that my dress was stuck to me like cling-film in the end, someone spilling juice all over my dress, Sarah getting drunk and being very amusing, lots of steek beats and many photos being taken. Fab, in other words.
By the end of the night I had made many discoveries:
1) Sarah " loves me very much"
2) Caters and I looked like we were " out of it" despite being the most sober people there.
3)BHS has some of the biggest sleazes around.
4)It is not easy to dance in a formal dress, in fact, it is extremely dangerous and causes one to trip many times.
5)I have brilliant friends, who made the formal the fun night it was.
Can't wait 'til next year's one.
After making a gradual recovery from the excitement of Friday night, Caters and I decided to head off to the home of sweet Molly Malone i.e. Dublin's fair city on Tuesday.Surprisingly, we didn't get lost. Unfortunately this isn't because we are in anyway good at reading maps, but because we used our common sense and followed the tram lines lol. Ingenious? I think so.
We had lunch in good old McDonald's, because we're very classy and wanted to try some typical irish gourmet haha. We then walked about, being silly and looking for bargains in shops. We went to Penny's first, of course...but for some reason, I didn't end up buying anything.
We also went to H&M and took photos of us wearing really huge sunglasses. It was highly amusing. After much deliberation, we got the sightseeing bus tour. We were initially unsure about getting it, in case it didn't bring us back to O'Connoll street and we would become totally lost as a result of it. Thankfully we were allowed to stay on it, therefore we got right back to the place where we started. It was just a tad bit windy on the top of the coach and mine and Caters' fingers were a bit whiter than normal, but it was fun nevertheless.
Our busdriver even entertained us by singing some good ol' irish tunes.
After the sightseeing tour, we did some more shopping. To be honest, we spent a good bit of our time trying to find shops, which weren't chavvy. They're quite a fan of having shops down there that seem nice from the outside, but once you get inside are filled with blinding milly bling. We did buy some lovely masks from Claire's- mine was a monkey, and Caters' was a ladybird. Even though they were designed to fit a five-year-old, we still managed to make them look sexy.
We ate dinner on the coach back to Belfast, which, I have to say, was a very amusing journey. Two guys whom we guessed were spanish ( since one was speaking spanish to a girl sitting across from him) sat in front of us. We spent quite a while trying to work out whether or not they were hot. While trying to do this, we heard the "spanish" guy saying "oui" to his french and so we worked out that they were actually french. SCORE! Both of us could have a go at translating.
Unfortunately for us, we didn't think that they might have been able to speak english, so we weren't really worried about them overhearing our conversation about who was hotter and my comment of " Catherine, you aren't picky. Have the one on the left." They were equally as presumptuous, however, in thinking that neither of us could speak french or spanish, and therefore could understand them talking about the silly "chicas" sitting behind them. Whoops for us. All in all, a great day was had.
Yesterday Caters and I made our first trip of the season to Mauds. It was rather on the chilly side though, and my finger decided to go bright white again. Not good. We had a nice time, and managed to make it past the yobbos on Prince Andrew Way without being attacked. I always knew there was something intimidating about us.
I'm going to go now and attempt to do some form of work, whatever it may be.
Happy Easter everyone!
Talk soon.
Monday, March 05, 2007
You raise me beyond the skies, into a city of eternal light...
Oh my goodness.
I haven't been on this thing for almost two months. That's absolutely ridiculous.
To be honest, I was busy for a couple of weeks and then so much stuff happened after that, so I couldn't be bothered writing about it all.
Well...life is good; somewhat stressful, but good nevertheless. The amount of homeworks isn't going down- quel surprise! I don't think doing art is exactly helping, which reminds me- I still have to take first hand photos for this new project.
The fact that I can drop it in three months is keeping me going. I can see the light... no, seriously, that subject is the bane of my life.
Since the 20th of January, Caters and I have baked our lovely cake, Susannah.
She was absolutely beautiful, as expected.
We have decided to go off TV for lent. It hasn't been the easiest of things, but it's getting better. I didn't think I watched an awful lot of TV until now. I must really take it for granted.
I have went to three University talks: St Andrews, University of Ulster and Queens.The St. Andrews one was by far the best, so I'm definitely interested in going there.
I keep changing my mind about where I want to go. Indecisiveness is such a rubbish quality to possess, and I am unfortunate enough to possess it.
I went to a Public Speaking competition in Fivemiletown. I know, slightly random, but it was to see Catherine making a speech, so it was worth the journey down.
Plus, watching psychos shout " SCARFACE" is highly entertaining.
Today I went to a Speech & Language talk in Carrick health centre with Cat and Elaine. Surprisingly, you don't need to have done science as an A level to do it, which made me interested, or, at least, more interested in it than I was before.
I don't think it's what I want to do, but you never know...
I can't quite remember what else I've done since my last blog, so that brief summary will have to do for now, my friends, until my brain allows me to remember again.
I'm looking forward to:
Thursday- There's a UCAS fair on in the King's Hall, so hopefully I'll be able to get an idea of what universities would suit be me best.
My Birthday- Okay, it's not until the 28th of March, but I'm SEVENTEEN. That is freakishly old. Where does the time go? Honestly, I think the saying " time flies when you're having fun" is so true because I've enjoyed the last couple of years the most, and they've went in the quickest. Ragin.
The Formal- We've been talking about it basically since we started Lower 6th, and I can't wait for the whole limo and being all dressed up thing. I am so going to take about a hundred photos. It will be so much fun.
Just generally seeing what exciting things God's going to do in my life. I don't know, but he does, and this makes me excited.
Until next time,
In the words of Mrs Kingsman ( or, more famously arnold schwarzenegger) "hasta la vista".
She would probably throw in a wee "chicos" too if we're honest here.
To all my friends, I love you all!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
I haven't been on this thing for almost two months. That's absolutely ridiculous.
To be honest, I was busy for a couple of weeks and then so much stuff happened after that, so I couldn't be bothered writing about it all.
Well...life is good; somewhat stressful, but good nevertheless. The amount of homeworks isn't going down- quel surprise! I don't think doing art is exactly helping, which reminds me- I still have to take first hand photos for this new project.
The fact that I can drop it in three months is keeping me going. I can see the light... no, seriously, that subject is the bane of my life.
Since the 20th of January, Caters and I have baked our lovely cake, Susannah.
She was absolutely beautiful, as expected.
We have decided to go off TV for lent. It hasn't been the easiest of things, but it's getting better. I didn't think I watched an awful lot of TV until now. I must really take it for granted.
I have went to three University talks: St Andrews, University of Ulster and Queens.The St. Andrews one was by far the best, so I'm definitely interested in going there.
I keep changing my mind about where I want to go. Indecisiveness is such a rubbish quality to possess, and I am unfortunate enough to possess it.
I went to a Public Speaking competition in Fivemiletown. I know, slightly random, but it was to see Catherine making a speech, so it was worth the journey down.
Plus, watching psychos shout " SCARFACE" is highly entertaining.
Today I went to a Speech & Language talk in Carrick health centre with Cat and Elaine. Surprisingly, you don't need to have done science as an A level to do it, which made me interested, or, at least, more interested in it than I was before.
I don't think it's what I want to do, but you never know...
I can't quite remember what else I've done since my last blog, so that brief summary will have to do for now, my friends, until my brain allows me to remember again.
I'm looking forward to:
Thursday- There's a UCAS fair on in the King's Hall, so hopefully I'll be able to get an idea of what universities would suit be me best.
My Birthday- Okay, it's not until the 28th of March, but I'm SEVENTEEN. That is freakishly old. Where does the time go? Honestly, I think the saying " time flies when you're having fun" is so true because I've enjoyed the last couple of years the most, and they've went in the quickest. Ragin.
The Formal- We've been talking about it basically since we started Lower 6th, and I can't wait for the whole limo and being all dressed up thing. I am so going to take about a hundred photos. It will be so much fun.
Just generally seeing what exciting things God's going to do in my life. I don't know, but he does, and this makes me excited.
Until next time,
In the words of Mrs Kingsman ( or, more famously arnold schwarzenegger) "hasta la vista".
She would probably throw in a wee "chicos" too if we're honest here.
To all my friends, I love you all!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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