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.
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