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.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
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
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