"Reach for the sky, and hold your head up high for tonight, and every night, you're a superstar."

Yo.

I figured that a month is probably far too long to be going without a blog, but don't hate me, I'm back baby.

Where do I start? Well, I guess I could start by saying that I have now officially left Belfast High School. At no point in my life will I sit in a classroom again and be taught by a teacher, have lunchtime banter with all the azzas, be a recycling warrior, talk about wanting to bang Brody, or stress about not having done my homework. Those days are gone. Forever. Even though I obviously know that I am no longer a proper pupil at Belfast High, I don't think the actual reality of it all has hit me yet. Saying that, I did have a wee cry when I read Caters' comment on the back of my shirt, talking about all our wee memories and how she's going to come visit me in Durham.

I can't honestly believe I am going to be living in England, though I shouldn't speak too soon- I haven't even done my A levels yet and, at this rate, I doubt whether even Biffy will accept me.
*Stress*. But if I do manage to scrape decent results and get to go to Durham, it is going to change my life loads. I don't think I've properly contemplated not living in Carrick anymore and not seeing my friends every day. But, I guess, a new chapter of my life is beginning, and all I can really do is look forward to the new changes in my life. Change can be a good thing. I think I just get a bit freaked out by it sometimes.

Muck-up day went in so much quicker than I thought it would have. One minute we were signing shirts, eating at the BBQ, then we were throwing tomato sauce over each other and squirting coke and shampoo in each other's eyes and then, suddenly, school had ended and we were home again, no longer pupils of Belfast High School.
It still was a good laugh though and everything turned out well despite my fear that the party king guys would never get the boucny slides up.

Catherine and I nearly had a heart attack when we first met them and realized they were about five-years-old, had no experience in putting up bouncy castles and were ridiculous enough to tell us on the actual day " sorry, but your slide ripped. Is that okay?" Yeah, that's amazing. What more could we ask for? Not only did they look like they hadn't had a shower for a good few years, but one of them had a huge bogey bobbing up and down his nose like an upside down jack-in-the-box. *Horrification*.

My plan was to go home after muck-up day and revise, but considering I didn't have to go in to school the next day, I last-minutely decided I was, in fact, going to go out to Box with sarah, elise, ciara and linzi etc. I didn't have quite as much fun as I had done the first time I went there, and I can only put it down to the fact that there weren't quite enough strobe lights for me this time. They are quite clearly the key ingredient to a good night out.

Tomorrow is Catherine's unofficial birthday, yay. We're all going to Belfast in a minibus to get a photo shoot and then we're going out for lunch. I am really quite excited, though partly worried giving that they are going to be 'natural shots'. Chances are, then, that I am going to be quasimodo-esque in the majority of them. Great.
After that, I am going to have to start revision, otherwise I AM FAILING.


good times.