Direction to Perfection

They say that good things come to those who wait and maybe this will be one of those things. Or not, whatever’s good.

 

It has been too long from my last blog, far too long indeed. School drove me to insanity last year and I was just so out of touch that I couldn’t even bring myself to blog during the Summer but lately I’m feeling nostalgic for the days of blogging every day instead of, you know, actually working.

 

Wow, Spaces has changed greatly from my last visit. I hope I don’t get lost when posting this!

 

Well, my exams went surprisingly well considering how little work I put into them. It wasn’t my fault this year, however, as all of my exams were in a two week block with an exam every single day which led to a lot of “night before” revision. I can’t even remember how they went except I had convinced myself that I failed Spanish and was going to have to drop it.

 

My AS results:

 

History: A – I’m glad I got this, I mean seriously glad. I still want to do History at University and I love it! I actually got 100% in the Nazi paper (the hardest one, THE SOURCE PAPER- ARGG!) which I am seriously proud of. No-one in my history class believes me, though. Bloody boys (Yes, STILL AM THE ONLY FEMALE.)

 

Politics: A – Yeah, I got an A in Politics, isn’t that utterly bizarre? I had no idea that it was possible to get an A in this subject so you can imagine my surprise. I was well chuffed.

 

English- A – I know, stop laughing!!! English has always been my best subject even though I don’t really like it. I basically spent all of last year doodling on a page, barely handing in a homework and managing to lose all of my Translations notes before the exam. How on earth did I get 270/300? I feel like I should put extra-effort in this year to make me feel more deserving of this grade!

 

Spanish: B – Even more shocking... I didn’t fail Spanish and I actually got quite a good mark! I was only 10 points off an A! Miracles do happen and are everywhere.

 

I decided to keep all of my subjects for A2 which is turning out to be incredibly stressful. I rarely have a Study period and I don’t have Careers classes because they can’t fit it into my timetable which is obviously making me incredibly nervous about applying for Uni.

 

I’m doing Community Service at Childline this year too! Nothing too spectacular and world-changing but, you know, without filing or whatever I’m needed to do, Childline couldn’t function.

 

Summer holidays? An eventful summer, for a change. I went to Florida for 2 weeks with the family unit and spent a week in Portrush with the friends. Both were amazing holidays and I spent all of my EMA money and am now poor. I also went out quite a lot and experienced some new activities!

I even went to a nightclub for Kelly’s birthday. EEEEKK! It was awful. The place reeked of smoke, there were 3932321932103219832932871328231320 million people thrusting and moving, and I knew approximately ZERO songs. I hate RNB (??) and rap. HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE.

 

I was 18 in July which was a nice change to being 17. I went out with my friends for dinner and a little mess about which was nice. I can’t stand exhibitionist events so it was perfectly low-key and snazzy for my goodself.

 

Lucius the Snake is doing fine, in case you’re asking. I saw Snakes on a Plane the other week so I haven’t picked him up since... just in case...

 

 

I was gutted about the death of Steve Irwin who I loved to bits. He was my actual hero and I was completely and utterly devastated. I cried a little, something I don’t do a lot. He brought so much to the world and now it just seems darker somehow. STOP SENDING ME “STEVE IRWIN IS DEAD JOKES” because they will NOT be appreciated. Thank you.

 

I’m on the committee for the senior school magazine, published termly and going ahead whether I have to write every damn article myself. No-one seems really interested in it but I really hope it takes off because I love a place to express myself!

 

Speaking of which, I’m moving and starting afresh at some other blog because I don’t think I could continue writing my old blog. New scenery and all that jazz. Ok, actually, I’ve moved now. I’m at MindSay and my new home is

 

http://owlishargento.mindsay.com/

 

 

(I know, I could have changed but I love my name. It is just me.)

 

So, finally saying goodbye and maybe I’ll see you again soon,

 

She-Who-Bows-Out,

 

Ag

It takes something both as simple and as refreshing as a short walk in a load of rain to give you the longing to do something you haven’t done in quite a while. Quite a nice day, too, despite the showers but as a rain person I entirely support the continuation of our dominance.

 

Oh, yeah, HI!

 

This is the first night I have had, for what seems like forever, to just sit, think and blog. Normally I am far too exhausted (No, LITERALLY.) to even consider blogging but I’ve got a little bit of a breather tonight before the slaughter.

 

Yes, exams are starting soon. I am literally doing school work from 7 am to 12 am, trying to keep up with the workload. It is just essay after essay after essay with no sign of escaping from my paper, pen and book prison. I even dream about homework which is why I am so entirely sick. Yes, physically sick. My immune system has been shattered to pieces this year with a lack of sleep, too much demand and no natural light/air.  Soon, however, it will all be over. All of it. I’ll use this summer to catch up with... life. No more Year 13... We’ll be Year 14 in September and then things get worse. Don’t even want to think about that.

 

Sorry, it seems like I am complaining over everyone else’s problems because I know everyone is going through the same thing. I’m just verging on breaking-point and I know that it is all my fault and that it will only get worse,  which is why I feel so awful! I can’t give up anything and I can’t think of a solution to my lack of hours in the day to sleep/eat/breathe problem. Can anyone help me?

 

Anyway! Life is crap, yes, I know. Just need to deal with it and ignore it! Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both, oh yes they both, oh yes they both. (Whoever can tell me where that song is from will get a prize!*)

 

*The prize is the satisfaction of getting the answer right. Hurrah!

 

Life!

 

I went to London last month. It was a fantastic trip! We learnt how to campaign for our causes which was great as I ended up campaigning for basically a totalitarian society- direct result of sticking with the people you know. Was fun though! On the second day we went to the House of Commons and the House of Lords (Yes, in same place but SHUSH!) which was, as you can imagine, fantastic. We saw MAGGIE THATCHER!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!! We also saw Sir Reg Empy, Mark Durkan, Alistair McDonnell, and Sammy Wilson. It is fantastic! When I went to Stormont for a day, I didn’t see one Northern Ireland politician... I had to go to London to see one of my elected representatives!!! We also saw David Davis who spent his time putting his feet up on the very expensive “touch this and DIE, members of the public” green sofa seats (!!!!!) and he looked like he was picking his nose. Very nice. So glad David Cameron won!!!!

 

I touched David Cameron’s box. OMGYEAHBABYYEAH!!!!!!!

 

We spent an hour with a member from the House of Lords called... Lord Resedale. He was lovely and spent half the time slagging other politicians off. Very funny guy for, you know, LORD Resedale.

 

After that we went to... PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. DUMMMM DUM DUM DUM DUH DUMMM.... Brilliant!!!

 

Had a good time in London! Nice break from actual work!

 

YIG has finished for good. I am YIG-less.

 

 

Friends still doing well. Everyone is sort of exploding every day so we’re all a bit... unhinged at the minute! Emma and Jimmy are trying to make things work (He asked her out twice and she cancelled both dates. URGGGG! Do they need me to do everything? Hehe!) and Emma is going insane. Sarah and Alannah have jumped from their shells and it is great now! We’re all normal... Except for Leigh, she’s never normal! Lyndsey now hates, loathes and despises all men. It’s great!

 

“If I wasn’t a Christian, I’d be a lesbian”- How on earth does she come up with the things?

 

Spanish oral is in about two weeks and the rest of the exams start in about a month. I’ve revised a bit but I have been nightmarishly sick over the Easter break with something that is most likely food poisoning. And I’ve been stuck in Millisle for ages. URGGGGGGGG!!!!!

 

I give up with it all now, really. I’ll quite gladly just try and hold onto my last bit of sanity.... *clutches*

 

Sorry about the massive delays. Life has just grinded me down, kicked me, spat upon me, filled me with tobacco, rolled me and smoked me.

 

Only good thing that is happening is that Angel has started on Sci-Fi! Lost starts next week, Desperate Housewives is still running and Deal or no deal still continues to rock my socks, leik whoa.

 

I LOVE THE BANKER. OMGYEAH!

 

 

She-Who-Is-Curiously-Worried-About-Her-Sanity,

 

Ag 

 

 

My computer hates me. This BETTER post or I will kill it. I haven’t been on MSN for ages, it seems! Haha!

I was almost not going to blog today until I saw the pile of homeworks, file pages needing poly-pocketed and the other responsible things I could be doing.

 

My Prefect Application Form is sneering at me evilly as I type this. Yes, I’m applying to become a Prefect next year for a reason that is beyond me. I didn’t do incredibly well in my Winter Exams, I don’t really do that much in terms of Contribution to College and, let’s face it, the role of Prefect is basically all responsibility and no perks. I’m actually not kidding. It’s turned into more a ceremonial role now that they have little to no actual power/privileges. (In fact, most people I have spoken to are only applying to have something nice to write on their UCAS application form. ) I still want to be one though, even though I doubt that I will get it due to my lack of having decent qualities.

 

Still, it is better to have been rejected than to never have tried, right?

 

And the whole way through it, I make reference to my, ahem, maturity, my responsibility, my dedication to my work and my reliability. Indeed, I sound like a spoon. Would you like to see my personal statement? Has to be 150 words which is almost impossible to do!

 

“When I first came to WCB, I was a timid girl who had a less than healthy belief in her own opinions. Now, I feel like I have grown as a person and owe something to the school.

 

I consider myself a dependable, mature teenager with a head for organisation. This can be highlighted by my extra-curricular activities in which I held positions of trust, reliability and responsibility for younger members of a group.

 

I closely follow school policy; I have almost full attendance, no lates and have lost few merit marks from Year 8.

 

 I also am a creative person, shown in various activities inside and outside school, therefore, if I were made prefect I would be enjoy organising charity events with a fun twist!

 

I am determined, perceptive, hard-working, honest, assertive, well mannered, approachable, imaginative, quite energetic and I feel I would suit the role of prefect.”

 

 

 

Urg... I just want to slap myself. I sound so seedy and vile. I hope I get the badge though... I quite like the idea of power.

 

No, wait... I’m a nice girl.

 

Not power-hungry in the slightest.

 

*nervous twitch*

 

 

I don’t know if I mentioned this; I got a new stapler, a hole punch and a strange staple-puller-outer which I’m enjoying to a ridiculous degree. I’ve basically got a lot of scrap paper and I’m currently stapling it together and proceeding to rip out the staples with my stapler-puller-outer machine.

 

 Don’t even get me started on the strange activities I am using my hole-punch for!

 

I love stationery.

 

*has also purchased 300 black pens, twelve highlighters in varying shades of colour, 500 poly-pockets and new posters for her bedroom.

 

Oh! My posters...

 

 

 

 

Yes, a cute dog. A map of the world. Indeed, it is my bedroom.

 

 

Anyway, what today’s blog has been about is responsibility. (What do you mean you didn’t notice that my blog had a theme?!) I’ve spent the last few days trying to condense my life into a paragraph of no more than 150 words and the only word I knew that I had to include was “Responsibility” for the simple fact that it has so much connotation that to ignore it would be as foolish as ignoring responsibility all together.

 

During the Ball in Emma, Harriet is slighted by the evil git, Mr Elton, because he refused to dance with her and rubbed it into her face that he wouldn’t. Mr Knightly (*swoon*) takes upon him the responsibility of a gentlemen and asks Harriet to dance, thereby upholding the social hierarchy. Responsibility is the ability to do what you must even if you don’t particularly want to.

 

Reminds me of another literary reference. SEVERUS SNAPE IS NOT EVIL, you slags. He took on the responsibility of his actions and “killed” Dumbledore. He did not do it because he was evil. He did not relish killing Dumbledore (If, indeed, Dumbledore is even dead. Some of those theories are hitting buttons with me.) but he did it for the “greater good”. He sacrificed it all for his duty.

 

Responsibility is doing what you know you have to do. It is saying “I’ve done this, what are the consequences?” which, I believe, many people lack in this modern age of diminished responsibility. What a shame that some people are lazy, irresponsible sods.

 

 

It was my Granda’s 60^th Birthday on Friday so the whole family went to Eastenders for a nice meal and then back to Granny’s house for rocking party. Mostly spent night being haunted by earliest surviving footage of me as a charming eight-year-old.

 

*wince*

 

It was during a Christmas party. I was dressed in a metallic, pink dress with a white cardigan. (Not that bad considering my mother was wearing a reject from the Johnny Cash wardrobe and my Auntie Norma was dressed in what appeared to be tin-foil.) So strange seeing my little self taking control of the microphone and bossing everyone around, like I do now only I was smaller. Very, very, very surreal to think the only thing that has changed from I was eight to now, approaching eighteen, is the fact that I would rather be seen dead than wearing a pink dress.

 

I didn’t know my friends back then, I didn’t want to be a Prefect, I didn’t have a responsibility in the world, I didn’t blog, I didn’t really know what a Nazi was, Poly-pocketing was something to do with Polly Pocket, homework took ten minutes to do, I was a complete and utter teacher’s pet, all I really wanted was world peace and the thought of going to YIG would have been laughable.

 

Wow, how unusual.

 

Did I mention I’m going to our Parliament buildings (Stormont. The only place in Northern Ireland were you can go without bumping into a politician!) to do a speech on Thursday? Anyone got any tips for public speaking that involve me NOT DYING?

 

 

Oh... Someone just sent me a Numerology report! YAY!!! *loffs*

 

My Life Path Number (The Life Path number gives us a broad outline of the opportunities, challenges, and lessons we will encounter in this lifetime)

 

Charlene , you are the philanthropist, humanitarian, socially conscious, and are

deeply concerned about the state of the world. You have great compassion and

idealism. You are a utopian, and will spend your life trying to realize some aspect

of your utopian dream, sacrificing money, time, and energy for a better world. It is

in giving that you will find much satisfaction.

    You have a broad outlook on life. You tend to see the big picture, rather than the

minute details. You naturally attract people from all walks of life who can fit into

your larger plans and take over the areas you find uninteresting. The person with

a 9 Life Path is rarely prejudiced or accepts social biases of people. Instead, they

evaluate people on the basis of what they can do for the larger cause. They are

the true egalitarian.

    Charlene , you are imaginative and creative, especially at harmoniously

arranging the beauty already potential in the environment. These abilities can lead

you into such fields as interior decorating, landscape art, and photography. But

because of your strong social consciousness, you can be an effective politician,

lawyer, judge, minister, teacher, healer, and environmentalist. Vocations that

require self- sacrifice and have a clear social impact are common among 9s.

    You are often disappointed by the realities of life: the shortcomings of others, or

of yourself. Somehow, you don't want to accept the imperfections of the world, a

feeling that drives you constantly to try to improve upon it. But rather than be

satisfied with your efforts, and those of others, you relentlessly push on, striving

for greater accomplishments. You are often unsatisfied with the results. In short,

you lack the perspective that would otherwise make it possible for you to enjoy life

more fully, and accept its natural limitations.

    You have a controlled enthusiasm and the ability to finish what you start.

    A key to your personality is the necessity of sacrifice. You have to learn to let

go of material possessions and relationships, the inherent lesson being that

holding on too tightly to anything causes pain.

    Money comes to you through mysterious or unexpected ways: inheritance; the

benevolence of someone who was inspired by your work; or a lucky investment.

    Conversely, if you pursue money for its own sake, after giving up on your larger

dreams, you're likely to find yourself empty handed.

    The most successful and satisfying road for a nine is giving; sharing and

sacrificing for a larger goal, without expecting anything in return. Charlene , your

greatest chance at success is to tie your personal fortunes to an endeavor that

makes the world a better place for others. Very often, this turns into a highly

successful and lucrative enterprise, providing amply for you and your family. Your

life rests on the axiom that the more you give, the bigger your reward.

 You are romantic, but your love is more impersonal. You tend to be focused on

your dreams.

    When you are not in harmony with your true nature, you can fall to moodiness,

or become aloof, and withdrawn. You can become timid, uncertain, and

ungrateful, putting the blame for your troubles on others or the world. You have a

gift for examining your life objectively, and at some distance. Be honest with

yourself. By openly facing your shortcomings, as well as your strengths, you

develop equilibrium. You are thus able to love and better understand yourself and

all of life.

 

And my other interesting one is... My Heart’s Desire. (The Heart's

Desire demonstrates the identity of the soul that joined the earth -- you, the spiritual being.)

 

Charlene , you want success in its fullest meaning -- wealth, power, and

material comforts.  You have an enormous ambition.  You dream of big projects,

great undertakings, and rewards.

    You are a visionary.  You see the horizon and the promise.  In general, you also

see the methods necessary to fulfil that promise.  But you are not especially

good with details; you need others to help you deal with the smaller parts of the

picture.  Your challenge is to make full use of the full spectrum of your abilities, as

indicated by your other core numbers.  In the same way, you must bring forth the

best from others and orchestrate their talents toward the realization of your vision. 

In short, you must lead by example, demonstrating the standard for commitment,

determination, and excellence.

    All of this requires effort on your part.  You will meet with obstacles and

difficulties.  Your determination and commitment will be tested.  But you have the

power to overcome every obstacle you face and accomplish the goal you've set

for yourself.

    Charlene , your task in life is to learn to use power in refined and elevated

ways.  The expression and use of power is directly related to one's personal

evolution.  The more primitive uses of power rest with violence and the threat of

deprivation.  The higher expressions depend upon your capacity to care for and

nourish the people and projects in your charge, giving each exactly what is

needed at the appropriate time and in appropriate amounts.

    You have a creative mind and an unusual approach to business and

problem-solving.

    You need to cultivate your ability to evaluate others.

    It is essential for you to be involved in a project that challenges you and offers

the potential for rewards.  When you are uninvolved or unoccupied with a

worthwhile task, you can become deeply despondent, depressed, and frustrated. 

You are the perfect example of the old cliche, "Idle hands are the devils

workshop." Without a challenge, you can lose balance in life and become selfish,

cruel, and even self-destructive.  Disappointments become shattering, causing

terrible consequences in self-image and self-love.

    Perspective is everything for you.  You have a natural talent for balancing the

spiritual and material planes.

    Charlene , you need to cultivate courage and stamina.  Courage is a choice. 

You need to decide to be brave in the face of fear.  A balanced 8 is among the

most powerful and satisfying of numbers.  It is the spirit of the true survivor, able

to bounce back and achieve a greater victory.

 

 

 

Gosh, I just love things like that. Got any more for me people? I’ll love you forever!

 

I’m off to responsibly do some homework. Or maybe not.

 

(Mostly, I’m going to staple something.)

 

 

She-Who-Is-Fascinated,

 

Ag

 

 

 

 

Look at me, learning, growing, maturing, as a person with my second blog entry in the span of a few days. Indeed, I am blossoming as a blogging flower once more.

 

It is though the sun has cracked the surface of an algae-covered pond and I, pond-scum extraordinaire, am finally waking up after a winter nibbling on the remains of a deceased gold-fish. The sun is shining, there is the faint odour of honeysuckle in the air, lambs are frolicking in the fields, miniature pigs suckle from the teat of their mother, and there is just that certain feeling that maybe life isn’t sucking, that maybe the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t that of the urine-soaked seat of the 1650 express from Donaghadee. Maybe that essay does get smaller with each word added to it’s blankness.

 

One would almost suppose I was in a good mood today.

 

(KEYWORD: Almost.)

 

Wait, houl the bus children.

 

Is that snow?!?!?!

 

....

 

It’s Spring tomorrow and I’m sitting in a snow blizzard!

 

I love it- at a time of rejoicing ad nausea, it’s bloody snowing. It’s like Mother Nature has decided to totally take the biscuit from everyone.

 

Let’s not celebrate the blossom of new flowers, the new sheep can go and rot for all I care and if someone dares mention the “Sun is shining and all is great” I will calmly and rationally, tell them to naff off and die.

 

(I’m not moody.)

 

Parent/teacher interviews at my school tomorrow. Wow, how much am I not looking forward to that? “Sits in classroom. Does not contribute to class. Could possibly be sitting outside for all anyone cares.” Meh...  There’s no point.

 

In anything really.

 

YIG (Youth In Government- project run by the Belfast YMCA to promote cross-community relations in NI teenagers. Lots of trips.) was decent last night. Didn’t do a thing except get lecture by lady from Stormont.  Am doing speech there on the 9^th March on RE in school. Oh the fun. As you can tell, really looking forward to standing up in Parliament building and making fool of self.

 

Yes, I know I would be doing it anyway but in front of all those people. Guh.... could you do it?

 

I’m very bitter tonight, as you may or may not have guessed. Everything is sort of delicately laced with my own brand of caustic, acidic cynicism, I’m sort of ruffling my hypothetical nose and raising my hypothetical eyebrow at everything all of a sudden.

 

Why on earth does my spell-checker flash to say I have a spelling error and when I click it to discover aforementioned error it says everything is fine? WHY DO YOU DO THIS SPELLCHECKER, WHY? Why is it necessary to irritate me with your big red X just for the sake of seeing me squirm? JUST STOP IT, OK? Stop trying to wind me up!!!!

 

Why wont it listen to me? Why does it have to always assume that it’s always right? SOMETIMES YOU ARE WRONG, SPELL CHECKER, DEAL WITH IT YOU INSANE THING.

 

Stop trying to gang up on me because that’s the only way you can make me squirm.

 

 

I had an unusual dream last night, unusual in the sense that it was actually a dream in which I was happy, a dream which I could cling to, and then woke up to discover that my dream of complete and utter happiness was just that; a dream. Other events during the day lead me to reinforce the simple and cruel fact that dreams never, NEVER, become reality.  

 

What a shame.

 

(It is SO not what you are thinking.)

 

 

I found a book called “The Collected Poems of Oscar Wilde” which is one I am actually really enjoying. Clever bloke was Mr Wilde... he actually reminds me of Stephen Fry! I don’t quite know how my brain has made that connection but there we go. Oscar Wilde is Stephen Fry! Anyway, very famous stanza coming up from The Ballad of Reading Gaol...

 

“And all men kill the thing they love,

By all let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword.”

 

 

I really like that.  Don’t ask me why; true love has no reason.

 

Oooohh! Replacement ear-phones for iPod! Goodie!

 

 

She-Who-Wonders-If-She-Really-Should-Get-Over-It-All,

 

Ag       

 

 

My most humble and profuse of apologies- Real life has that nasty habit of ignoring you until it turns it’s attention onto you X10000000000000000000

 

I am literally working from 7 AM until 11 PM doing homework upon homework upon everything else my teachers decide would be appropriately difficult. Urg, I know everyone is going through this so please don’t take this as a little... complaint. I know I can stop it at any time by just refusing to go back but I just feel a little stressed out, you know? My brain never stops working until I, quite literally, collapse onto my bed and pass out from the world. Is everyone else feeling the burn of A-Level or am I just really that awful at keeping on top of things?

 

It does seem like everyone else is coping fine whereas I’m just sort of falling into more and more work without any sign of escaping. I’m really kind of scared, actually. Maybe I’m not cut out for this at all!

 

Sorry, I’ve been feeling more stressed out than usual which is why I haven’t been blogging as often. Actually for about the last two weeks which is why I’m going to start back into it again after my nice little holiday. I’m refreshed, brain-in-gear and quite willing to take on the world and all it’s little minions and things.

 

Today is actually a good day to start my blog back because....

 

It’s my birthday.

 

Well, no.

 

But exactly one year ago today, I blogged for the first time! Wow, that’s insane! I feel so very, very, very old all of a sudden. My blog is exactly twelve months old, three-hundred-and-sixty-five days old, fifty-two weeks old. My blog will be moving onto solid food any day soon!

 

*hugs blog*

 

I am far too old to compete with all those younger, snazzier blogs written by the disaffected masses about their, quite frankly, mundane existences but believe me when I say I will not stop blogging for anyone, excepting myself.

 

Just out of curiosity- do you believe the letter X rhymes with the word “affects”?

 

I’m writing yet another poem to do with politics- this time to explain how FPTP works. I’m actually quite tempted to go through my politics file and write a poem about every topic. Release it as a book!

 

(And have it pulled for lack of demand.)

 

Shush, hussy!

 

 

I’m actually going away tomorrow with YIG to the Bogside in Londonderry which should be interesting. I’m away all weekend so I’ll probably blog on Monday due to the fact I probably will be off because I will be much too tired to go into school.

 

Yep.

 

So... I’m going away with complete strangers for a weekend! How nervous do you think I am right now? Haha! Well, I know Hannah, Stephen and Colin so I’m fine that way but the rest of them.... they seem decent enough people! I’ll learn to love them... All fine, right?

 

Yep...

 

So, yes, I leave tomorrow at about 4-ish and come back on Sunday at about 2-ish

 

Definitely wont have time finally finish English coursework! URGG!!!!

 

 

We’re meant to be getting our school reports, and many people have, except for our class because THE OFFICE PEOPLE HATE US. Can’t wait to see my effort grades!

 

I’m really busy again so I’m going to have to love you and leave you....

 

She-Who-Is-All-Typed-Out,

 

Ag

 

I would like to tell you this story is complete fiction and I will do so to avoid being sued by the concerned parties. However, who knows what is really happening? Pictures of Emma and Jimmy are available in School Folks 3 album. Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

Change for a fiver?

 

 

Jimmy had the unfortunate affliction of being madly in love with a girl he knew he could never have for reasons beyond his comprehension. The latter aspect of this problem was one which perplexed him beyond reason for, as many people could testify, Jimmy was a genius who was never baffled by anything. It was not as though Jimmy was the typical genius, no, he was a genuine genius and a modest one at that.

 

Jimmy had worked himself from nothing in order to become the best he could be. Through dedication, devotion and determination, Jimmy had become one of the most respected and brilliant minds the school for the brightest students held. Apart from his more academic qualifications, Jimmy was also notorious for his single-minded organisational skills which made him just perfect for the role of Library monitor, a role which he cherished beyond all his certificates.

 

Jimmy just couldn’t understand her and it.

 

Emma was a girl who was not considered, by a general public consensus, the most appealing of potential conjugal partners with her sunny nature tainted by a slight desire to become ill with the slightest whiff of North wind. Apart from her constant illness (and we all know how important it is to complain about said “illnesses”) Emma was a perfectly likable character but not the first choice of many males as a perfect female as her child-like ways made her seem too difficult to control as a mate.

 

Jimmy could see through her many faults (and there were many) and was blinded by the simple elegance of her walk, the casual easiness of her smile and the infectious frenzy of her laugh. Jimmy loved how her eyes lit up brightly when she laughed at things she found genuinely entertaining, he loved how she ruffled her nose when she was angry, he loved how she rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as she tried to keep up with him in class. He was enchanted, enraptured, in love with all, everything and more to do with Miss Emma Shorten.

 

Not that he had ever been in love before, as people like Jimmy rarely fell for a pretty face and a pleasant air, but he assumed that his constant barrage of unexplainable emotion had something to do with making her laugh as much as possible. He wanted to make her happy at all costs. He ached to hear that rupture of laughter (ignoring the snorting) reverberate loudly throughout the Physics classroom and knowing that something he said or did caused it made him want to sing. Not that he ever would sing but, as you know, it is not the action but the desire to complete the action which really matters.

 

Every day he got a little bit closer to her until the lucky day he was invited to sit at her table by a kind-hearted friend or two. His previous table-friends had started a fight with him and he left their table to sit on his own, imagining how Emma would sit beside him, how Emma would react to hearing that those people had made him leave. He yearned for her to care about him as he glanced jealously at her table, packed with the girls that did not fit in with any other groups but fitted together snugly and perfectly. Unbeknownst to Jimmy, two of Emma’s closest friends had saw him alone and hadn’t hesitated in deciding to offer him a spot at their table. Yes, every day Jimmy got a step closer to Emma and every day he hoped, prayed and begged, she would allow him to take her heart as easily as he took her hand.

 

A master logistician, Jimmy knew he was not perfect and knew that Emma would never accept him for who he was. He was a joke, a little mascot, sitting at the table with the girls and laughing with them like he was one himself. For all of Jimmy’s brains, all of his charm, he could never make the distance physically for, being a smaller gentleman, he made very little impression on members of the opposite sex. It shattered him, destroyed him, that no-one would ever see him for anything more than “Wee Jimmy”.

 

Especially her. She who fell for the tall, dark and handsome type. She would laugh at the tiniest idea of him liking her like that. Emma would only love him if he was not him.

 

And so as he sat at the lunch table, beside the woman he would do anything and everything for, Jimmy felt a certain sort of helplessness that he could not attribute to anything other than the fact she had just smiled at him and accepted his offer to go down to the Physics room to work on their project.

 

Jimmy knew everything about everything, except when it came to loving Emma Shorten. He knew that it would never and could never happen with her as long as she was still convinced that real love came from physical height. He knew that these feelings would pass over time and he knew he was best to just try and get on with his life, hoping against hope that Emma would one day get out of his but dreading the day she will.

 

“Jimmy, do you love Emma?”  A rather knowledgeable voice broke his thought process. One of the friends who had invited him to the table was peering down at him curiously. This expression, undisguised interest and comprehension, was mirrored in the eyes of every other intelligent female sitting at the table. Emma closed her eyes and groaned, unaware of the slightly cracking noise coming from the direction of Jimmy’s chest.

 

Yes, Jimmy knew many things and the bulk of his knowledge was about those subjects of academic interest.

 

“Does anyone have change for a fiver?”

 

Jimmy knew never to tell her.

 

 

 

 

Has it been another week between blogs? Am I finally going to turn into one of those “blog per week” type people? Honestly, it isn’t a deliberate move to a weekly blog it is just my life is DULL and nothing ever happens to blog about. And don’t get me started on the ridiculous amounts of homework.... It’s utterly obscene.

 

So what’s new in my life?

 

Well, honestly, not a lot. I laughed a little, cried a little, lied a little, mocked a little, did a little work and a lot of nothing.

 

Wow, aren’t you just THRILLED to be reading my blog?

 

YIG was pretty boring on Monday Night due to the fact we were getting a presentation on the formation of Northern Ireland through video footage from 1912 until about 1969. I know that the History geek inside of me was aching to examine and drool over the footage but the normal part of my brain was completely and utterly bored. Everyone was slumping over in boredom! Next few weeks should be good so YAY

 

Miss Foster is back from being sick! Awwww, she is such a brilliant teacher. Of course, her first concern was for our English coursework which I, of course, have finished months ago and am currently rewriting for educational purposes. Yeah... It’s true. (No, it’s not.) We have to pick a poem to analyse and present to the class and I just picked the one with the most notes on it... it turned out to be the MOST DEPRESSING POEM EVER WRITTEN.

 

I am

 

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

John Clare

 

 

I’m just one of those people who likes to make this difficult for herself. I quite like the poem but, my god, it’s depressing. Oh! He wrote it when he was in a mental institution! No wonder!

 

 

We’ve moved onto Mussolini in History with Mr Scott. He’s a bit of a character, you know? He likes to stab people... A lot. Lovely, clean, new text books to read too. *melts* I quite like Mussolini but he’s not my favourite dictator.... Who is yours? I’m a Hitler fan myself (Not creepily... he’s just so much more interesting!)

 

Nothing much more interesting has happened. I’m actually understanding 75% of what Francisco is saying which is a massive achievement for “She Who Cannot Do Spanish”. Erm... my friends are ok. Sarah is opening up a little more, Alannah isn’t. Lyndsey is Lyndsey and Leigh is Leigh. Emma and Jimmy are getting married (whether they like it or not.)

 

Did I mention the Open Night? Lyndsey and I were, ahem, helping out at Open Night which was OK. We were put into the English resource room with a big display on European Studies and we kept grabbing poor, lost parents who had the misfortune of walking past. I don’t think we were meant to be quite as... forward but we were bored, ok? We basically shouted at them so they wouldn’t go away. HAHAHA. Ms Smyth was dead impressed and named us her Ministers for Propaganda which I thought was rather a nice move. Haha!

 

My day today..

 

 

History

 

Probably the best History lesson EVER in the history of all History lessons. We’ve got a Student teacher WHO IS FEMALE! I love her on the grounds she is female! I’m not the only girl in the classroom! *worships.* I can’t remember her name but YAY anyway!

 

So we’re sitting there, preparing to do some hard work and Dr Agnew is doing this presentation on the Night Of The Long Knives.... “What would it be like to be dragged out of your bed in the middle of the night....?” And, all of a sudden, a group of people ran into the room, picked up Phil Craig and dragged him from the classroom. I was actually sitting in SHOCK. You honestly do not expected a band of people to sprint into your classroom, lift a student and carry him out off the classroom.

 

(Phil knew yesterday... Dr Agnew isn’t THAT evil.)

 

(Well....)

 

We also had a little envelope with a person’s name and whether or not we lived or died during the Night of the Long Knives. I was Reinhard Heydrich and I LIVED! HAHA! Ben was Hitler! HAHA!

 

Such a really fun lesson! Dr Agnew is probably the greatest teacher in the world EVER. I learnt SOO much! Nothing says “Education” more than seeing a student be carted off by a band of yelling miscreants.

 

 

LECTURE

 

These guys came in from SIB to talk to us about Investing in Education in Northern Ireland. Or something... As you can imagine, a VERY THRILLING HOUR AND A HALF OF MY LIFE. I just didn’t know/care about what they were telling us about!

 

Guh... So boring.

 

 

Politics

 

Sent to Study but given work. Doodled on page. Annoyed Lyndsey. Did some work.

 

 

Spanish (Miss Digney)

 

Leant about the Subjunctive tense which was, erm, interesting. It actually isn’t that complicated to form but I have no idea when/where to use it. I’m sure I’ll pick it up as I go along... I’m spending this weekend learning all of my grammar because I’m going to fail otherwise. Oh, the thrilling life I lead.

 

 

 

Mum’s birthday today! She’s in Glasgow!

 

Oooh! Whale just swam up Thames! How odd.

 

I’ll leave you on that enigmatic note.

 

 

She-Who-Is-All-Blogged-Out-Once-More,

 

Ag 

 

You know that, in a moment of insanity, I decided to activate Microsoft Word assistant, in the form of a rather cheeky feline. Thus far it has not helped me so much as distracted me with its pathetically cute attempts to keep me entertained.

 

I have cat issues so I can’t remove it now.

 

Anyway, I’m back at school and, wow, do I not want to be. I’ve received all of my grades and, I must admit, I haven’t done quite as well as I had hoped in some subjects but better than expected in others. It sort of evens itself out.

 

History- I got 80% overall which gave me top of the class and a nice A for my report, thank you very much. I don’t quite know what made me happier; getting an A or beating a class of boys. I would like to think the former proposition, highlighting my professionalism, but I know that I was internally screaming “YEOOO! I BEAT ALL THE BOYS! I BEAT ALL THE BOYS! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”. Very childish but, meh, I am a child! And, depending on whether or not the grade boundaries go down, I will be the only A in the class or 1 out of 3 As. I got 27/30 in my Russia paper! *dances*

Politics- Well, I may have mentioned this before but I was 1% off an A which might mean that the grade boundaries will go down.... it’s better to have three people getting an A than no people! Came joint top! Yay!

Spanish- I got a C which is amazing, considering how awful I am at Spanish. I’m glad that I am freakishly good at Spanish Lit because that mark really brought me up from a D! And my oral mark was decent, too. Listening was okay... reading was dire! I know what I’ve done wrongly so I’ll just work on problem areas so I can change that C into a B or even an A! HAHAHA!

English Lit- Oddly enough, English Lit was my worst exam. (Wow, so weird saying that!) I actually got a D in English which is one hell of a drop from A* at GCSE. I know where I went wrong and I know that it wasn’t exactly a lack of knowledge of the text that got me. It was the fact I didn’t really go into enough detail in my answer! Grr! Silly little mistakes like that will really be my downfall. I never make the same mistake twice so I’m working insanely hard at Emma (Our new book!) and my coursework.

I love how my results go A, B, C, D! I know it’s nothing to be proud of but I know where I went wrong so it will all be fine!

Isn’t it funny that the only exams I revised for were my best? Haha..

 

Lyndsey and I went up to Open Night on Wednesday to do a display on European Studies which was, kinda, okay. We were in the English Resource Room and had a table and a big blue board. Apparently we were very good at it as any family stupid enough to wander aimlessly into the Resource Room was shouted at (“THIS IS EUROPEAN STUDIES!” ) and forced to listen to our speech on how valuable and interesting European Studies actually is. They kept telling the English teachers how brilliant we were so YAY!! Ms Smyth kept walking in, grinning madly and saying “I’m going to kiss you tomorrow!”, which was, admittedly, a terrifying prospect. Once, we turned round to find the little resource room packed with like 20 people actually listening to us speak. Very scary but also very fun.

Our school was off on Thursday and Friday which was fantastic. I love sleeping in late instead of being in school! (Seriously, why do they give us time off? It means we can experience life outside school and WANT TO LEAVE!) I didn’t do a thing yesterday but today I went up the road to get my mum a birthday present. Well, I went to a cafe, had a chicken tikka sandwich and a cappuccino AND THEN decided to get her a present. But then the rain came on so I got her present and made her come and pick me up. I am such a good daughter! Haha!

YIG was fine, too. We’re focusing on Media and its influence which is, admittedly, not that new to me considering I did do Media Studies for two years. Oh well! We’re getting a presentation thing next week which should be... fun. Our Party Political Night is on the 30^th and lots of famous NI politicians are coming to get a right grilling from people other than me. And then our Residential is on the 10^th-12^th February.... We’re going to the Bogside! OOH! We’re going to Westminster on the 28^th-20^th March too... Wow, lots of trips!

I’ve got a new musical obsession! Should I Stay Or Should I Go Now- The Clash. LOVE IT SO MUCH! I’m also starting to get into jazz/swing music which is odd but BRILLIANT. Much better than the “music” they try and pollute our minds with these days.

I STILL haven’t heard Shayne’s song and it’s been No. 1 for how long? ARGGG!

Not that I particularly want to hear it... I just want to know what it sounds like!

 

Did anyone see Celebrity Big Brother last night? I don’t really watch it but I keep seeing clips of it! George Galloway! MP! CRAWLING LIKE A CAT! Oh dear God, someone SHOOT me. How the hell can anyone properly purr like that anyway? WEIRDO! I was actually screaming at the TV “George! You are an elected MP! You represent people! You are crawling like a CAT on television! WHY???!” GRRR!

But that’s all I’ve seen! It was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen in my life.

*kills self*

 

I loved Lost season finale. What on earth is inside that hatch? Did anyone else freak out when the science teacher guy blew himself up? And the boat! AHH! Scary bickies, like! I can’t wait until it comes back in Spring! And DR WHO will be back too. And DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES starts next week. Wow, good TV!

Have embarked on new exploration of coffee. So far, I am thoroughly enjoying this scientific research. Lots of coffee = happy Charlie.

What do you prefer, Coffee or Tea?

 

Well, that is me. I’m sure updates will be more regular! I’m just uninspired...

 

She-Who-Is-Still-Being-Emotionally-Blackmailed-By-Her-Microsoft-Helper-Cat,

 

Ag 

 

 

 

 

Okay! Very long time, no blog. I’m sorry, I was just accumulating events so it wouldn’t be:

 

“Woke up, watched TV, had lunch, watched TV, had dinner, watched TV, went to bed.”

 

Indeed, I am incredibly intelligent! I have refrained from blogging so I can talk about everything in one blog. I hate being off school... (I hate being AT school, too.) because it really puts it into perspective how much of my life is dominated by school. BAH! I hate school. And I hate being off school! GRRR! I hate everything.

 

Even you.

 

I’m going back to school tomorrow... Oh Joy Of Joys. I couldn’t be bothered going back into the same, mundane activities every single day. There is so much bother with school, you know? You are always constantly thinking about your next class, your next homework, your next exam and, to be frank, you gratefully pass out on Friday night, thankful of the weekend for rest.

 

Bloody hell... how am I meant to go back and do Spanish? I’ve spent the last two weeks happily ignoring all things school-like and now I have to go and speak a foreign language. Wow, I love my life. Don’t you?

 

/sarcasm.

 

New Years Eve was spent at my Auntie Norma’s household for a little family soiree. (What are the varying degrees of party? A get-together, a soiree, a hootenanny, a shindig, a riot?) I brought my laptop with me and leeched off my Uncle’s internet connection whilst writing my newest story. ‘twas entertaining.

 

Granny spent the night trying to work Uncle’s computer. ‘Trying’ being the operative word, of course. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen your granny lift the mouse 30cm above the mouse-mat to try and move the mouse. Utter insanity.

 

New Years Resolutions-

 

1. Give up coffee (Well, I’ve had three cappuccino’s in about 12 hours so how does that sound?)
2. Be a nicer person (Spent last night slagging of friends to their faces. Am “honest” and “open” (their actual words!) about everything. Indeed I am... slags!)
3. Finish at least ONE chapter length story (I’m onto 5 chapters and I don’t hate it, yet!)
4. Get a life. (No hope)
5. Be more open minded.
6. Be more confident.
7. Do charity work
8. Try harder at school (Especially English which has greatly turned into a waste of time.) and keep files in reasonable order.
9. Do an A level in drama
10. Remember to change Lucius’ water every day!

 

Uh... excuse me for a moment...

 

*changes Lucius’ water*

Awwww, he’s getting so big now! He’s moved onto baby rats (Yes, RATS... FROZEN! IN MY FREEZER!) and he really, really is a sweet snake. My last snake (Angel) was a very temperamental one who kept biting me and refused to feed. Lucius is sweet... even when he’s pissed off, he never panics when I lift him and he always eats his mice up. Lovely snake! *pets* He’s getting ready to shed his skin... he’s all scaly and grumpy, bless.

 

 

I’ve started writing again- RELIEF. It’s nothing spectacular but I am enjoying it so far. Very unusual storyline too, another relief as I’m BORED of the same old drivel being created. It is one of only three Hermione/Barty Crouch Junior stories in existence! Well, I’m not going to go all ship-happy in it... it’s all about the transformation from happy-go-lucky, good-kid to epitome of evil, responsible for the deaths of many and insanity. Corruption, desperation of situations, consequences to all actions and the choices that make us who we are. Very heavy stuff, which would explain the lack of audience so far. (Well, thirteen reviews and four chapters isn’t BAD!) It isn’t too... dark, as of yet, but I’m just setting the scene for the first few chapters.

 

I really am enjoying it. I love having something to occupy my mind! It gives me something to work on in Study now and it means I’m getting more practice in, essential for... you know... whatever I chose to do with, ahem, my gifts.

 

I’m not big on pimping my work (due to the fact there’s not much to pimp) but... here is the link for those interested. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2725101/1/ Nothing too delicious but, hopefully, thought-provoking.

 

 

Meh... *shrug* I always feel cheap telling people about what I’m working on. I hate people who constantly link their stories and I don’t want to be one of them!

 

 

I’ve watched a substantial amount of television this week... well, downloaded episodes of certain programmes. My favourite HAS to be ‘Blackpool’. Utterly mad yet very, very good. It’s an all-singing, all-dancing, murder mystery, drama, thriller of a programme. Basically, the owner of an amusement arcade in Blackpool finds a dead body in his arcade and the police think it is him. A police detective becomes obsessed with proving this guy is guilty so he starts to charm the arcade guy’s wife... and then falls in love with her. (She doesn’t know who he really is.) She falls in love with him but stays with her husband for the sake of the family.... And they keep bursting into song and dance!

 

Really good songs, too!

 

1. Queen - Don't Stop Me Now
2. Dexys - Come On Eileen
3. Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
4. Jimmy Cliff - You Can Get it if you Really Want
5. Dave & Ansil Collins - Double Barrel
6. Kenny Rogers - The Gambler
7. Johnny Nash - Cupid
8. Elvis Costello - Brilliant Mistake
9. The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
10. Alison Moyet - Invisible
11. The Communards - Don't Leave Me This Way
12. The Real Thing - Can You Feel The Force
13. Diana Ross/Supremes/Temptations -I'm Gonna Make You Love Me
14. Gabrielle - Should I Stay
15. 10cc - I'm Not in Love
16. Yazoo - Only You
17. Terence Trent D'Arby - Sign Your Name
18. Billy Idol - White Wedding
19. Mud - The Secrets That You Keep
20. Sandi Shaw - There's Always Something There to Remind Me
21. Rob Lane - Blackpool Theme

 

 

I really liked it!

 

 

Oh... Secret Smile! Loved it too! David Tennant was FANTASTIC as a creepy, stalker, obsessed, psychopath. I was actually totally terrified the entire programme! Urg! Scary! Really good, though! If you can get it, watch it!

 

 

I went out with my friends last night to the Odyssey for a wee catch-up. They had to leave at 10 so we couldn’t see a film, so we sat in The Streat and chatted. I got two cappuccino’s and a luxury hot chocolate to go. Very nice! Very cheap night out!

 

And that would be my life, thus far. Pretty dull but, meh, yours can’t be that interesting to be reading this far down my blog! *evil laugh* Well, it probably IS more interesting and it is you who is evilly laughing... Damn you.

 

On that happy note, I’m gone. Bye!

 

 

She-Who-Is-Lifeless-Once-More,

 

Ag   

 

 

Edit: Brother has just gone to hospital. No idea what is wrong with him... he's v. sick.

I actually completely forgot that I had a blog. How odd.

 

I have been ever so busy (Read: Not at all.) doing many, many complicated and arduous tasks (Nothing.)

 

Bloody hell, it’s a bit cold today, isn’t it? It hasn’t snowed here yet but it’s freezing and there is lots of ice so, who knows? It’s COOOOLLLD!

 

Christmas 2005

 

... Was not very eventful. I got money, DVDs (FRANZ FERDINAND DVD!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGTHEBESTPRESENTEVER!!! Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! *squee*), clothes (Finally, something to wear!), the JML classic pen set (In joke with my parents but still... the JML CLASSIC PEN SET! You can play darts with them and then WRITE WITH THEM! You can stab them through a tin can and they still work!), a big box of boxes of Jaffa Cakes and a new mobile phone! (Remember to ask for my new number!)

 

We watched Fantastic Four (Richard got it.) and then went to see Granny Harwood and the, smaller than usual, Harwood clan. Had to fight off Granny’s attempts to give me alcohol, sat in chair, occasionally answered questions about school (Obviously, as I have no life outside school.)  and just enjoyed Christmas with my family!

 

Came home and went to see the Beattie part of family. Played with Jonny, talked, fought off more alcohol offers, and went home again.

 

Had Christmas Dinner and fell asleep for about three million hours..  An absolute killer!

 

Watched the Christmas Invasion.

 

Died of desire to watch more Dr Who but not being allowed to until Spring. SPRING!!!!!! SPRING??? SPPPRRINNG?!?!?!?! How can anyone wait until Spring to watch more? David Tennant was BRILLIANT as the new Doctor and I don’t think I enjoyed an episode more so YAY! I cried with laughter when he was all:

 

"From the day they arrive on the planet, blinking, step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than... no. Sorry, that's The Lion King. But, the point still stands... leave them alone!"

 

And the Six Words To Bring Down A Prime Minister: “Don’t you think she looks tired?”

 

“By the ancient rites of combat, I forbid you to scavenge here for the rest of Time. When you go back to the stars and tell others of this planet, when you tell them of its riches, its people, its potential — when you talk of the Earth, then make sure you tell them this. It... is... defended!"

 

“Am I ginger?”

“No”

“ARRR!! I wanted to be ginger! I’ve never been ginger”

 

 

Anyway! It was beyond great. LOVE IT!

 

Felt guilty for watching too much Dr Who instead of my usual fandom so I decided to watch my crappy copy of Goblet of Fire. It was good! And then David Tennant was playing Barty Crouch Jr. which completely defeated my purpose. Images of the Doctor Avada Kedavra-ing those nasty Christmas Tree things. (I LOVE THAT MY SPELL CHECKER RECOGNISES AVADA KEDAVRA! Crucio, Imperio, Slytherin, Voldemort, Gryffindor, accio... I LOVE IT!)

 

 *is so geeky it isn’t even funny*

 

*it still watching Dr Who*

 

 

 

Boxing Day

 

The Beatties came over for their Boxing Day dinner. I spent the day... playing with my mobile and hoping someone would come on MSN. I don’t do particularly well at family things! (Have you noticed?)

 

Good day, though.

 

 

 

I went shopping on the 27^th and got some new DVDs. Spooks season 2 and Desperate Housewives! *dances*

 

And today I didn’t do anything. I got two new books and I read GOF. (Totally ripping into how wrong the movie was!) Can’t sit still! Too much energy!

 

Awwww, David Tennant just fell of a horse. Bless *pets*

 

Anyway!

 

Erm... That’s it, really. I have no plans forever as I am CRAP and HAVE NO LIFE.

 

 

 

She-Who-Is-Incredibly-Geeky-All-Of-A-Sudden,

 

 

Ag   

Christmas Eve!

 

Nah, I’m not that excited either but still... it isn’t Christmas Eve every day!

 

(Especially if “It would be Christmas every day!” because can you imagine how annoyed Christmas Eve would be? The last day! Arg! So frustrating for the day!)

 

(I think I think too much.)

 

Right... Let’s go from Wednesday (Sorry for not blogging! Have had a hectic few days!)

 

 

Wednesday was our last day at school. We got out at 12.15! Miss Foster didn’t come in so we were sent to Study... on the last day. *dies* However, Ms Cochrane asked us if we wanted to come and help Ms Smyth tidy the English Store for... fun. At this point in time we (Leigh, Sarah and myself) were throwing Sarah’s Christmas present to each other in a weird, dilapidated circle, so were THRILLED to go.

 

So we just tidied the English store. Hurrah!

 

We went to Ms Cochrane for a period of Christmas-related fun! Ms Cochrane (Bless her socklets) provided a bag of mini-sweetie goodies that we nibbled in a most dignified manner. We watched the Little Shop Of Horrors DVD (Yes, DVD! How cool is that?) and went down to assembly.

 

Assembly is usually the most terrifying word in the Wellington dictionary. Lots of ‘pomp and circumstance’, if you get my drift. I remember a few years back a girl did a DAY-BY-DAY-BY-HOUR-BY-MINUTE-BY-SECOND account of the Spanish trip which left everyone going “Is it over? Is it over? NOOO! IT’S ONLY WEDNESDAY!! AHHH!!”. Assembly wasn’t that bad, for a change. Highlight was definitely Kelly’s Mock Trials Speech which led to her pronouncing and enunciating the incorrect words. “Tro-pHAY!” “OctoBRAY!” She was really good, though, so I don’t know why I feel the need to mock.

 

And then we were FREE! CRY FREEDOOM!!

 

 

 

Thursday was spent in anticipation of Lyndsey’s hootenanny. Yes, hootenanny. My mission, if I chose to accept it, was to bring Niamh, bring Haribo and bring... myself. (I rather like to think the bringing of the Haribo was my most important and testing mission.)

 

Barney, Lyndsey’s step-dad, set the tone for the party by verbally insulting the guests as they arrived. Especially Niamh, whom he nicknamed Ginger Rodgers. Bless!

 

Many, many, many, many people came but a few characters you’ll all know are Leigh, Lyndsey, Emma, Niamh, Sarah M, Alannah, Stuart, Kelsey and many more people Lyndsey knows (that I semi-know.)

 

So I pulled out the wires from the back of the hi-fi, plugged in my iPod and, voila, we were set with good music for the entire night. Hurrah! To test out the mic, I lifted it and began mock singing along with the songs.

 

Bad move.

 

The Power Of the Microphone is a very deadly one indeed. I refused to give it back the entire night! I sat and, erm, insulted people, told their secrets and laughed evilly.

 

Basically me + microphone + audience of misfits = NOT A GOOD COMBINATION.

 

I don’t quite know what got into me! I was the girl who, last year, sat in a corner and growled at people who tried to speak to me. Hahaha!

 

It was a good night (for me) because I got a little bit of power. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, FOOLS! (Sorry, don’t know where that evilness comes from!) Probably annoyed everyone else but do I care? NOOOOOOOOOO! :P

 

Games were evil.

 

Secrets- people write down one secret and everyone has to guess who it is.

 

Find your DOOOOM- people are blindfolded, spun round and asked to chose a dare from a little bag. They had to fall on someone in the audience and do the dare to them. Very funny!

 

Pass the Parcel DARES- Pass the parcel with dares underneath the wrappings. We had tutu-wearing by EMMA, phone serenading, carol singing, break dancing, errmm.... and many more! SO MUCH FUN!

 

Russian Roulette- Lyndsey and I filled three glasses with something nice and three with something NASTY. I asked Niamh and Scott an impossible question each, if they got it right they didn’t have to take one, if they got it wrong they did. THEY GOT THEM ALL WRONG! HAHAHA! (W   ell can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Can you tell me how much snow fell in Belfast last Christmas? What was the agricultural policy initiated by Stalin? When is Hitler’s birthday?) The three nasty cups were vinegar and water, tomato sauce and water, and Lyndsey’s mix of EVERYTHING she could find.

 

Rather vile but still amusing.

 

Then everyone left so we put on more music and partied.

 

‘twas good fun.

 

 

 

On Friday I was dead! (Not literally, obviously.) I kept getting massive headaches and feeling all sick. I think I’m probably getting the cold now (I still am all gross and phlegmy!) which is great, just in time for Christmas. I thought I was just tired but I’m still a bit iffy today so... who knows? I watched the Give My Head Peace Christmas Special (“We’re the only straights in the village!!”) last night and then Jonathon Ross. DAVID TENNANT! *squee* Dr Who!! I’m so excited! Chico! Me gusta Chico! Some other people! Yeoo! I love that programme!

 

 

 

So today is Christmas Eve. Today is going to be a day filled with... smugly grinning at the idiots who haven’t got organised for Christmas yet. I do feel smug indeed. I’m going to get changed into nice, comfortable clothes, grab a nice book (The Picture of Dorian Gray! I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH!) and spend the day relaxing. I might even crack out some Russian writers! Some classics! Some History books! *swoon* I’m in a good mood.

 

 

OMG! CHRISTMAS TOMORROW!!!

 

Is it wrong that I’m beyond excited about the Dr Who Christmas Special? I’m more excited about it than getting presents and things! LOVE LOFF LOVE LOFF! Meh... I’m not the only one, right? Of course I love the whole Christmas thing but... DR WHO!!!

 

 

So, on that note of festive spirit, I leave you.

 

Merry Christmas!

Gesëende Kersfees! (Africans)

Zorionak eta Urte Berri On! (Basque)

Gun Tso Sun Tan'Gung Haw Sun (Chinese)

Gajan Kristnaskon (Esperanto)

Joyeux Noel (French)

Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ùr (Gaelic)

Froehliche Weihnachten (German)

Kala Christouyenna! (Greek)

Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah (Iraqi)

Nollaig Shona Dhuit (Irish)

Buone Feste Natalizie (Italian)

Natale hilare et Annum Faustum! (Latin)

Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom (Russian)

Feliz Navidad- Spanish

Nadolig Llawen- Welsh

 

 

Yeoo!

 

(Forgot to add: The Fallen is a brilliant song with a good-ish video. I like the concept but I love the song too much for me to satisfied with anything! Nice job, Franz boys!)

 

 

Merry Christmas!

 

She-Who-Is-All-Happy,

 

Ag  

 

I am sitting here, darkness consuming my soul. The darkness surrounds me like a blanket, a smothering, destroying, protecting saviour in darkness. This darkness courses through my veins like poison, killing, sedating and controlling for who can fight such a darkness than the darkness within? Where does this darkness come from? I cry to the unseen force acting upon me, begging for an answer to this eternal conflict of soul.

 

Yes, my bulb has just blown so I’m blogging by candlelight. Like the Victorians blogged if, you know, they had computers.

 

Spanish exams were a complete and utter shambles. Couldn’t understand a word of it which was a complete and utter shame. Nerves took over, once more, and I freaked out, losing all Spanish trapped in my brain.

 

Awk well.

 

I went to see King Kong and I now beg everyone who loves films to see this movie. The effects were spectacular, the acting was phenomenal and it was such a good storyline! I really, really, really, really cannot recommend this film enough!  Get out there and see it! NOW, DAMN YOU! RUN THIS INSTANT!!!

 

And that would be my full, exciting weekend. Saw King Kong. Indeed, I rock.

 

Didn’t have a bad wee day today. Easy, really. Incredibly boring!

 

 

Politics (Dr Agnew)

 

Well, we got our papers back. I got 25/35 which is a B with 1% away from an A. URGG!!!!!!!! Sorry, things like that stress me. Who knows- they may put down the grade barrier by 1%! (HINT!!!) Well, at least I didn’t fail it.

 

Study

 

Aw, it was brilliant. We had a funny guy taking it and he sat and talked to us for the whole class. He went round the class asking us our subjects/future plans/work experience places. Awwww, he was so lovely and cheerful! Really refreshing to see someone not fully isolated from all people. He was cool!

 

Francisco went back to Spain (and didn’t tell us! [Although I do distinctly remember a conversation where he went “MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” (three weeks ago) and me going “Ok! CYA NEXT WEEK!”]) so I had an extra Study. YAY! HANGMAN! I ROCK AT HANGMAN!!!

 

 

Spanish (Mrs McDonald)

 

Mrs McDonald hadn’t marked our tests and it’s really too late to start something. She put on Simpsons and we watched. HURRAH!!!

 

 

PSE (Ms Cochrane)

 

Had to do a debate/speech thing on cannabis which went... well.

 

 

Study

 

Annoyed Emma. Annoyed Leigh. Wrote SLASHY GOODNESS. Indeed, Study is useful.

 

 

 

 

YIG was cancelled due to David Ervine pulling out for a family thing. What a shame! I was actually looking forward to it. But I honestly CBA so it’s a mixed thing.

 

And that would be me.

 

NOTHING to do.

 

NOTHING to say.

 

NOTHING to make up.

 

NOTHING FOREVER.

 

And, yes, I’m still typing in the dark.

 

 

She-Who-Is-Fighting-The-Darkness-Of-Her-Soul/Bedroom,

 

Ag  

 

I’ve basically failed everything this year, then yeah?

 

I hate AS levels and their incredible levels of difficulty. It’s JUST NOT FAIR. I’m so glad I’m being paid to be here (£30 a week for doing something I’ve done for the last 12 years? Rock on, EMA, rock on.)  because I don’t think I could stick it.

 

Well, they may still kick me out for being as thick as two sharp planks.

 

Damn, I’ll lose the money then.

 

Yes, as you may have guessed, I am now in the belief I have failed all of my exams, liek whoa. Why, I hear you cry? I’M CRAP.

 

 

History (Russia)

 

I actually made a complete cock-up of this exam. I thought it finished at quarter to 1 when it finished at 1 so I was rushing through, sprinting with my pen, to get the thing finished by quarter to... then realise I had 15 minutes left and had neglected to mention... everything. So herezeme, scribbling through it trying to add additional pieces of information to it and finally discovering I would need to write a new paragraph... after my conclusion. URRRGGG!!! So I wrote a new paragraph, which was basically a list containing everything I had neglected to mention, and then had to write ANOTHER conclusion so I dread to think what it read like. Hopefully, Mr Scott will get my drift and give me marks for trying.

 

 

History (Germany)

 

HAHA, I screwed up my timing AGAIN!!!! How is this even possible? I was pretty sick during the night so I lost about 2 hours of sleep which brought my sleep down to... 5 hours. No wonder I couldn’t make my brain work! The paper itself was pretty drastic too! I PEAd my way as best I could but it was a really bad paper and my brain was gone. Remember the good old days when I was good at History? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

 

Spanish Literature

 

If there was ever a harder exam, I would love to see it.

 

I had to write an essay, entirely in Spanish, without the use of dictionary or notes of any kind, about a book that I HATE MORE THAN EMMA. I actually managed two and a half sides of semi-coherent Spanish! Well chuffed with that as I was convinced I would be able to write a paragraph. I didn’t understand what either of the questions (choice of two- One on the wife and one on the wife/colonel’s opinions of the cock- according to reliable sources) were about so I just made up my own!

 

Hopefully they give marks for creativity, right?

 

 

 

 

Last two exams- Spanish Listening followed by Spanish Reading.

 

 

Just... is there any point? I’ve failed everything thus far. I might as well crawl under a rock, take my money and make a nice little bonfire of my notes. (Although you should see my History file now... I am SO PROUD of how neat and lovely it is. Everything is polypocketed with handmade dividers (HISTORY FILE. GERMANY. RUSSIA- Catchy, huh?). I even “tested” it by spilling coffee over the pockets. IT JUST RAN OFF!!!!!!! I LOVE POLYPOCKETS!!!! My History file rocks.)

 

I am so incredibly tempted to take a photograph of it but no, must resist.

 

(It really is good, though!)

 

I’m going to see King Kong on Saturday. ROCK ON, KONG!!!  

 

 

Wow, I have no idea why I have just been hit by a sudden burst of energy. (Would have been good for my History exam! NOOOOOOO! I’VE FAILED SO BADLY!!!!!) Bloody Christmas music putting me into a good mood. *mutter*

 

 

Party is now being held in Lyndsey’s house. I am in charge of games/IPod/camera. Need to think of good (Okay, HUMILIATING) games to trick people into playing. Need to invite people. Would you like to come? Please phone Lyndsey (Want her number? HAHA!) if you want to come or else talk to me and I shall barter passage for you. It’s a simple party with karaoke, fun, games, with complete and utter torture, as you know that I am in charge of karaoke/fun/games. I LOVE BEING EVIL, LIEK WHOA.

 

 

Anyone see Lost last night? (Channel 4, mention E4’s episode and I’ll cry) Poor guy! I was all... emotional when thingy was all sobbing. (Look I’ll white it... too hard being cryptic) When Boon died I was all upset! He was such a great character! When Shannon came back from her romantic date with Sayid to find her brother dead... she was so happy and then Jack told her and OMG... heart broke. And Claire had her baby (FINALLY) which was extra sad as Boon had just died... the whole birth/death thing is a very poignant image. I was all... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Whenever Jack was going to cut off his leg with the tin thing.... I was fully screaming NOOOOOOOO at the TV. I feel I may becoming too obsessed with Lost, as I had a dream I was stuck on that island but I died, as I am crap (and failed History). Very odd. Can’t wait to next week!

 

Le sigh.

 

 

And everyone who comments on my blog has died. Oh joy, for I am now alone in my musings. Oh... I’m sitting on a battery... woe is me.

 

 

*dies*

 

 

She-Who-Can’t-Type-As-She-Has-Died-Of-Boredom,

 

Ag  

 

 

Exams, thus far.

 

 

Politics

 

Three functions of the Speaker, criticisms of Select Committees and MPs as lobby fodder. Overall, it could have been worse. I think the exam was OK and I’ve probably failed it (though it felt okish). Most people found it really difficult but, to be honest, I didn’t have that many difficulties doing the paper. Not always a good sign...

 

 

English Literature

 

Question about social boundaries in Translations. I went for Maire/Yolland’s doomed love (Their relationship directly leads to the destruction of Baile Beag and Yolland’s death) and Owen’s failure to belong to any side. (He is the ‘go-between’. Irish bloke that speaks English but fails to be properly Irish or English) Again, I didn’t find it incredibly difficult (Although, it wasn’t a walk in the park!) but I think my brain has finally tuned into the fact that if I don’t know something, I will make it up as I go along. Always a benefit. I’ve probably failed English too. HAHA!

 

 

Tomorrow is Russia (History), Thursday is Spanish Lit and Germany and Friday is Spanish reading/listening.

 

I’ve been revising for most of today***

 

I feel like I need to prove something. Girls can do just as well, if not better than boys? I know none of the boys (Well, some of them may do) are really macho-manly “girls suck” and don’t actually care but I just want to prove that my existence in that classroom counts for something. I don’t know... I just feel pressured into proving myself. Is this outsider syndrome? I mean, let’s look at History. Adolf Hitler, born in Austria, annoyed because he isn’t German... HE RUNS THE COUNTRY. Josef Stalin, born in Georgia, annoyed because he isn’t Russian.... HE RUNS THE COUNTRY.

 

Charlene Harwood, born a female, annoyed isn’t male.... RUNS THE COUNTRY?

 

 

** I didn’t revise all day. I got up at 12, lazed about until 4, organised my History file (WITH POLYPOCKETS) and started revising at, erm, 8.

 

 

I went Christmas Shopping yesterday after my exams and spent, erm, £20 on absolutely nothing. I HATE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING! The shops were all useless so I got a few crap objects to stick into the presents. Need to finalise presents on Saturday with friends.

 

OK!

 

Do you know what I hate, loathe and despise?

 

(Not just Emma!)

 

Those people in shops who repeat everything you do. Look!

 

Me: I’ll just have these please (puts, erm, say... bananas, apples and kiwi fruit, in front of lady)

 

Lady: So that would be three bananas, each costing 25p, yes?

 

Me: Yes, that is fine.

 

Lady: And four apples, each costing 10p?

 

Me: Uh.. Yip! (Starting to get annoyed.)

 

Lady: And your kiwi fruit, two costing 50p each?

 

Me: YES!

 

Lady: Are you sure that is what you want?

 

Me: YES!!!!!!

 

Lady: Would you like anything else?

 

Me: No, I’m fine thank you.

 

Lady: That comes up to... £2.15, is that ok?

 

Me: Yes, that’s fine. (gives her £5)

 

Lady: And that would be a five-pound note?

 

Me: Yes, indeed it is.

 

Lady: And here is your change, 85p to make three and a two pound coin.

 

Me: Thank you.

 

Lady: And now you are going.

 

Me: Yes.

 

 

 

 

I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!!!!! I DON’T NEED A RUNNING COMMENTARY FOR EVERYTHING THAT I DO!!!!!! The fact that I had spent a good ten minutes working out how much everything would cost me before I got up at the till, combined with her constantly commenting on everything last detail of my life really, really, really wound me up. I KNOW THE PRICE OF EVERYTHING, LADY! WHY WOULD I BUY IT WITHOUT KNOWING HOW MUCH IT COST AND HOW MANY OF THEM I GOT??? Does she not believe I can see that I have three bananas? Does she think I need her to tell me I have just given her a fiver?

 

Honestly!

 

URGGG.

 

 

Do you know what else I hate?

 

 

Emma.

 

Yes, EMMA. Remember I told you we were having a Christmas party this year at Emma’s house? Well, she’s just gone and cancelled it. A “family emergency” which, to me, says she has chickened out of hosting it and can’t be decent enough to make up her own excuse. Now, if she is genuinely doing a family thing then forgive me, but if she doesn’t want to have it, why can’t she have the balls to say it? She does this ALL THE TIME. She doesn’t want to do something so she makes some lame-arse excuse up to get out of it. It isn’t FAIR or DECENT.

 

 

I was in a Christian-y Bible shop yesterday looking for presents for Sarah/Lyndsey/Emma. I basically nervously slunk into it, hid in a corner and strode out, utterly disgusted. I felt guilty, because it was so cheesy and nice and the lady was all “Blessings to you on this fine day, Christian Sister”. It was utterly VILE. I felt like Satan herself! Made me really angry too, for some reason! URGG! I think I may have been too easily wound up by “JESUS LOVES YOU” and those millions of books with awful titles and grinning fools.

 

 Religion scares me. No wonder I’m an atheist!

 

 

 

Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday today! YAAAAYYYYY! We got him a bottle of Jack Daniels and a card... we got apple pie and whipped cream! Dad is currently watching Indiana Jones, wearing his Indiana Jones hat.

 

*snicker*

 

 

Have to go! Need to revise!

 

 

She-Who-Is-Strangely-Annoyed-And-Hasn’t-Mentioned-YIG-Yet!

 

Ag.  

 

 

YIG- Eoin O’ Brion came in to speak to us about Sinn Fein. Actually, he spoke for almost 2 hours straight without breathing, it seems. Pretty... illuminating****

 

 

*** I wanted to care but after an hour I was thinking about how that STUPIDBLOODYFRUITSELLINGWOMAN annoyed me.