"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.

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

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.

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