And after a short blogging break, I return. Nothing fantastic has been happening, and I am looking vastly forward to the return of school - people to see, things to do, general merriment to be had. I can't believe it's going to be the final year. Scaryscaryscary. I've decided I will carry on with English Language if I can, try to do four, if I doesn't fit into the timetable I'll do a Maths AS level, but I am really not looking forward to that. Need to write my personal statement. Probably by Wednesday, as we'll have a Tutor Period on the first day back in which I'll be harrassed by many teachers for a copy of it. Need to see if I should write a Biology article for the school magazine. And if I can do some after school cleaning for a bit of cash.
On that note, handed in an application form for a job as a sales assistant in a card shop in the town centre - it'd be nice to get it, but about 60 million people are applying as it's the only job going in town at the moment. I was in town today again with Beth, which was goood as she got back from Reading festival the other day but we hadn't caught up yet. So we did, and I tried to force some uni decisions out of her, we wandered and went to all the shops looking for jobs (even though she already has one), I exchanged a CD in HMV for a £15 gift card, etc etc, all well and good. We bumped into a few people from school - Soph, Cuzza and their friends who are twins (hot twins in a kind of 'royal family look' way), which was alright for a bit of a catch up. Apparently Simon (who used to go to our school) failed his exams and is repeating this year - a position I would never want to be in, but I feel really bad for him as he's wanted to be a physiotherapist since forever and he really needs to get the grades in his subjects. We bumped into Steve and a few of his friends as well, which was nice but I think Steve's afraid to go into town with me, just the two of us, because of the developing gay stigma. Hmm. He looked different since I'd last seen him. The times they are a-changing, I guess.
Rose and Lizzie seem to be bonding quite a lot recently, and I think it a bit odd really (because our year used to be split into the 'popular' girls and the 'non-popular' girls), and it's kind of annoying because in a way I liked having two sets of friends to mingle with and bitch about the other group with, and it's just getting more difficult to do this. However Louisa is still there to bitch at if I really need to get something off my chest - on this note I am going to be a nicer person this year. Maybe it will induce Will to talk to me, I don't know. Better than being a bastard to all, I suppose.
So I'm off to Marie's house tomorrow, which I am very happy about, but it means I won't be blogging for a day or two, I guess. But it will involve a trip to the seaside, and just general sibling goodness really. Which also serves as a nice coda on the summer holidays, and a final deep breath of relaxation before plunging back into school and trying not to pee in the pool. (Metaphorically speaking of course. Our school lacks a pool. Has a rugby pitch though. Great..)
28/08/2008
22/08/2008
20/08/2008
20/08/08
Mmm. Quite a long day. Was woken up early this morning to be told by my mother that she was going to work but my cousin Anna May from Ireland would be here with my grandad in about half an hour to do some hotel booking on the web. So I sprang lithely out of bed and went for a bath (shower currently broken), and five minutes later I hear the front door open - so half an hour was a little off as an estimate. An interesting start to the day anyway.
Beth's off to Reading early tomorrow morning - I spent the last half an hour on msn giving her lots of general advice a parent would give... no drugs, no unprotected sex, padlock tent even when sleeping in it, stay with boyfriend at all times, run away at first sign of danger. I'm quite the caring worrying friend. Now I have few left around!
For the rest of the day, I rediscovered old music on my computer (and sang along a lot), read some more Power, Sex, Suicide, put my beautiful dividers into use, and watched tv. I really want Louisa back from her hols, and I really want to see everyone at school again!
Beth's off to Reading early tomorrow morning - I spent the last half an hour on msn giving her lots of general advice a parent would give... no drugs, no unprotected sex, padlock tent even when sleeping in it, stay with boyfriend at all times, run away at first sign of danger. I'm quite the caring worrying friend. Now I have few left around!
For the rest of the day, I rediscovered old music on my computer (and sang along a lot), read some more Power, Sex, Suicide, put my beautiful dividers into use, and watched tv. I really want Louisa back from her hols, and I really want to see everyone at school again!
19/08/2008
19/08/08
I've suddenly realised typing the date into the blog title has helped me keep track of time - usually in the holidays I lose track of time and before I know it another week has disappeared. Woo for blog titles!
Town today was nice. Met Beth and bought some folders and dividers (WOO - hahaha) and renewed some library books (WOO - I'm not dull, honest) and had a 'White Swan' (white hot chocolate) in a local coffee shop. We also ran into Abbie and Lizzie on our travels, which was very interesting, but a bit annoying as I feel like whenever I run into Abbie I am always looking terrible.. as I was only meeting Beth I hadn't really paid attention to my appearance, and I realise now that I looked like a chav-cum-druggie. Joy. But I was excited about this book I had bought in Exeter the day before and showed it off to show I am just weird, not drugged up.
Took a trip with Beth to the Family Planning Clinic... which on pondering is more about preventing families than planning them! She took agesss and I was very bored, but she did give me a condom for waiting which was nice of her, I suppose. And she was offered a chlymidia (spelling?!) test whilst there but decided against it, even though I said she should get it done. Just to be on the safe side. No one likes the STD-ridden. We sat in the park and had chips for dinner though, which was nice - raining like there was no tomorrow, but we sat in a little shelter thing and discussed what exactly she was going to do with her life.
And Alice is off on holiday tomorrow as well, and Rose is going away in a week - all my people are leaving me! It's dead annoying, and I can't remember when Louisa gets back so I might be amusing myself for a while. I realised that I am bumming work so much because I am 'taking pleasure in the little things', as I have no big things to take pleasure in, like a person, and I am wondering if this will change. Or if I should just get a hamster, call it Nigel, and live in my room permanently. (Also, 'Power, Sex, Suicide' is a little thing, a book, which I am bumming. It's about biology, so you probably shouldn't act on this recommendation.)
Town today was nice. Met Beth and bought some folders and dividers (WOO - hahaha) and renewed some library books (WOO - I'm not dull, honest) and had a 'White Swan' (white hot chocolate) in a local coffee shop. We also ran into Abbie and Lizzie on our travels, which was very interesting, but a bit annoying as I feel like whenever I run into Abbie I am always looking terrible.. as I was only meeting Beth I hadn't really paid attention to my appearance, and I realise now that I looked like a chav-cum-druggie. Joy. But I was excited about this book I had bought in Exeter the day before and showed it off to show I am just weird, not drugged up.
Took a trip with Beth to the Family Planning Clinic... which on pondering is more about preventing families than planning them! She took agesss and I was very bored, but she did give me a condom for waiting which was nice of her, I suppose. And she was offered a chlymidia (spelling?!) test whilst there but decided against it, even though I said she should get it done. Just to be on the safe side. No one likes the STD-ridden. We sat in the park and had chips for dinner though, which was nice - raining like there was no tomorrow, but we sat in a little shelter thing and discussed what exactly she was going to do with her life.
And Alice is off on holiday tomorrow as well, and Rose is going away in a week - all my people are leaving me! It's dead annoying, and I can't remember when Louisa gets back so I might be amusing myself for a while. I realised that I am bumming work so much because I am 'taking pleasure in the little things', as I have no big things to take pleasure in, like a person, and I am wondering if this will change. Or if I should just get a hamster, call it Nigel, and live in my room permanently. (Also, 'Power, Sex, Suicide' is a little thing, a book, which I am bumming. It's about biology, so you probably shouldn't act on this recommendation.)
18/08/2008
18/08/08
Well Exeter was very... wet, to say the least. Hypothermia was a definite possibility after wandering the town centre in the rain for four hours, and taking a stroll by the quay. Uni looked nice enough though, campus was all very green, generally just attempting to hide the horrible 1960s buildings, which I have to say it has done more successfully than York.
So Lizzie has decided that, she too, will apply to Oxford. No! Not another person in the race! It will be so shit if she gets a place and I do not, I will most probably cry. At least she's not applying for the same course as me, so that makes it a little bit better, but it's a bit like - oh come steal my dream then, and run with it so you and Will can go off to Oxford together and fall in love in the Bodleian Library and get married and have children and be happy. How very, very annoying it is. And worst of all she is expecting me to help her with her personal statement and lend her subject books and stuff, and I would like to go NO, I AM NOT HELPING, but I can't because I already am a bit of a bitch to her and it might push her over the edge.
Will has decided he isn't going to apply for Oxford anymore though. This is quite frankly bollocks, he is depressed because he got a B and he thinks all chances of ever getting in are completely out of the window, which simply isn't true. He is Head of School, a House Captain, does pretty much every sport, has done work experience in engineering (what he wants to do at uni), has his Gold Duke of Edinburgh Award and he did Young Enterprise! His personal statement and reference are going to be the best, ever! Mine will pale in comparison, as I am planning to go on and on about how much I love biology and list books I've read and hope my lack of extra-curriculars is ignored.
Because I really want to get into Oxford, and I am going to get depressed if I don't get in - which won't be beneficial as I will get the rejection/acceptance letter right before the January exams, so if I get rejected I will lose sight of why I am taking the exams in the first place. I think Imperial College London is my second choice - if I don't get into Oxford, hopefully they will let me in and I can still seem impressive and clever! Sighh. It's in my thoughts all the time, and I won't be able to stand people at school getting in if I don't.
As I've been up for about 17 hours now, I'm off to bed. Meeting Beth tomorrow before she goes to Reading Festival, and I am left completely alone (Louisa is in Lanzarote). Hmm. Oh but I did manage today to get Rose all excited about the start of term and revising and working hard etc., which is no small feat. Woo, working hard!
So Lizzie has decided that, she too, will apply to Oxford. No! Not another person in the race! It will be so shit if she gets a place and I do not, I will most probably cry. At least she's not applying for the same course as me, so that makes it a little bit better, but it's a bit like - oh come steal my dream then, and run with it so you and Will can go off to Oxford together and fall in love in the Bodleian Library and get married and have children and be happy. How very, very annoying it is. And worst of all she is expecting me to help her with her personal statement and lend her subject books and stuff, and I would like to go NO, I AM NOT HELPING, but I can't because I already am a bit of a bitch to her and it might push her over the edge.
Will has decided he isn't going to apply for Oxford anymore though. This is quite frankly bollocks, he is depressed because he got a B and he thinks all chances of ever getting in are completely out of the window, which simply isn't true. He is Head of School, a House Captain, does pretty much every sport, has done work experience in engineering (what he wants to do at uni), has his Gold Duke of Edinburgh Award and he did Young Enterprise! His personal statement and reference are going to be the best, ever! Mine will pale in comparison, as I am planning to go on and on about how much I love biology and list books I've read and hope my lack of extra-curriculars is ignored.
Because I really want to get into Oxford, and I am going to get depressed if I don't get in - which won't be beneficial as I will get the rejection/acceptance letter right before the January exams, so if I get rejected I will lose sight of why I am taking the exams in the first place. I think Imperial College London is my second choice - if I don't get into Oxford, hopefully they will let me in and I can still seem impressive and clever! Sighh. It's in my thoughts all the time, and I won't be able to stand people at school getting in if I don't.
As I've been up for about 17 hours now, I'm off to bed. Meeting Beth tomorrow before she goes to Reading Festival, and I am left completely alone (Louisa is in Lanzarote). Hmm. Oh but I did manage today to get Rose all excited about the start of term and revising and working hard etc., which is no small feat. Woo, working hard!
17/08/2008
17/08/08
So the christening wasn't overly bad. Well basically it was awful and I didn't speak to anyone, but my dad came to the rescue and bailed us out about an hour into the 'buffet at the pub' bit, so we went off to another pub down the road, had a pint and went home, which meant I did, as predicted, manage to leave early! (Yayyy!)
I had a funny chat with Rose today - basically I wanted a rundown of her results so I could do the parental thing, which was good 'n' all, but then she told me there was a rumour going around about me lying about going somewhere with Will when I hadn't gone with him at all (and I never said I did!). Basically the whole rumour started because Alice wasn't listening properly, however it now seems that people see me as a bit bit creepy and psycho, because of a completely untrue rumour! I had to do some serious damage control. For those of you not in the know on damage control, it involves texting/msn-ing/calling everyone you know and going ITS NOT TRUE I AM NOT A CREEPY PSYCHO. Which to be honest does nothing for one's sanity.
But then the usual, but also unusual thing with Rose happened. We're on msn, it's late in the evening, so as you do, you start talking about her latest sexual escapade (she teabagged Harris, amongst other things, at the party I spent sleeping by, not with, Alex), and from this involves a need for me to write her an erotic tale about her up and coming cruise. I'm very good at these kind of things, thankyou very much English Language AS-level. So I did that and in the end I get really horny and it's completely ridiculous cos I'm like maybe I should pop over sometime, and really, although I have gone down that road with her (we've been on and off fuck buddies since year 10 - no fucking I must add, my limit so far has been oral sex), lately, because of Will and Alex and boys in general rather than girls, I haven't really been up for it. And the truth is if she presented herself naked to me now I still wouldn't fancy it... or even get hard. So I don't know why I suggest all these sexual things to her. I am a bit of an idiot sometimes.
Well I am off to Exeter for a daytrip/look at the uni in about 5.5hrs so I really need to get some sleep. God I am going to be tired tomorrow.
I had a funny chat with Rose today - basically I wanted a rundown of her results so I could do the parental thing, which was good 'n' all, but then she told me there was a rumour going around about me lying about going somewhere with Will when I hadn't gone with him at all (and I never said I did!). Basically the whole rumour started because Alice wasn't listening properly, however it now seems that people see me as a bit bit creepy and psycho, because of a completely untrue rumour! I had to do some serious damage control. For those of you not in the know on damage control, it involves texting/msn-ing/calling everyone you know and going ITS NOT TRUE I AM NOT A CREEPY PSYCHO. Which to be honest does nothing for one's sanity.
But then the usual, but also unusual thing with Rose happened. We're on msn, it's late in the evening, so as you do, you start talking about her latest sexual escapade (she teabagged Harris, amongst other things, at the party I spent sleeping by, not with, Alex), and from this involves a need for me to write her an erotic tale about her up and coming cruise. I'm very good at these kind of things, thankyou very much English Language AS-level. So I did that and in the end I get really horny and it's completely ridiculous cos I'm like maybe I should pop over sometime, and really, although I have gone down that road with her (we've been on and off fuck buddies since year 10 - no fucking I must add, my limit so far has been oral sex), lately, because of Will and Alex and boys in general rather than girls, I haven't really been up for it. And the truth is if she presented herself naked to me now I still wouldn't fancy it... or even get hard. So I don't know why I suggest all these sexual things to her. I am a bit of an idiot sometimes.
Well I am off to Exeter for a daytrip/look at the uni in about 5.5hrs so I really need to get some sleep. God I am going to be tired tomorrow.
16/08/2008
16/08/08
Ahh yet another of those lazy days in bed... well not completely in bed. There was general about the house movement. Really haven't accomplished anything today at all, apart from perhaps work myself up into a state about the next lot of exams! Which is pretty shocking considering term isn't even underway yet...
Note to self: do not search the web for your exam dates for January and Summer 2009. It only makes you worry. (And I have every right to, my last exams consist of 6 hours worth of 3 subjects over 2 days) However, putting a positive spin on this, I realised this forward thinking and Hermione Granger-esque behaviour could only be a good thing, as I will not be shocked in April when the dates are given out by school, and I can plan far enough ahead to overcome the obstacle that is shitty exam planning by the exam boards.
Christening tomorrow. Great. Can I be bothered? No. Will I talk to any of my relatives? No. Will I try and get home early? Yes. To be honest I am more comfortable at home panicking about events that are 4-10 months away than in a room full of relatives, none of whom are remotely close to my age. Somebody remind me why I didn't go to V?!
It is weird that I still have exam anxiety on top of exam result euphoria. But Rose and Louisa are on holiday, Alex is at V, and Steve and Beth are both working lots, so I have no one to properly vent at! And I need Ruth to text me back so I can parent her about her results and encourage her/become her personal tutor next year. I vaguely saw CCDE on the master list but I am not entirely sure if that was her row of results or not... right, I've decided tomorrow will see the end to recluse week. I might even venture out to the library (like the daredevil I am!).
Note to self: do not search the web for your exam dates for January and Summer 2009. It only makes you worry. (And I have every right to, my last exams consist of 6 hours worth of 3 subjects over 2 days) However, putting a positive spin on this, I realised this forward thinking and Hermione Granger-esque behaviour could only be a good thing, as I will not be shocked in April when the dates are given out by school, and I can plan far enough ahead to overcome the obstacle that is shitty exam planning by the exam boards.
Christening tomorrow. Great. Can I be bothered? No. Will I talk to any of my relatives? No. Will I try and get home early? Yes. To be honest I am more comfortable at home panicking about events that are 4-10 months away than in a room full of relatives, none of whom are remotely close to my age. Somebody remind me why I didn't go to V?!
It is weird that I still have exam anxiety on top of exam result euphoria. But Rose and Louisa are on holiday, Alex is at V, and Steve and Beth are both working lots, so I have no one to properly vent at! And I need Ruth to text me back so I can parent her about her results and encourage her/become her personal tutor next year. I vaguely saw CCDE on the master list but I am not entirely sure if that was her row of results or not... right, I've decided tomorrow will see the end to recluse week. I might even venture out to the library (like the daredevil I am!).
15/08/2008
15/08/08
So posting has been absent for a few days, and here's why - exam results. The bane of my fucking life (I think I may have said this before, perhaps about something/someone else, but I do not care), and they persisted to haunt my dreams for days before they were released.
And I'm not even kidding about that. I dreamed I walked to school for results and got Gs and Es and Us and so many crap results I couldnt figure out what I'd actually got overall in each subject. And by Wednesday night I was just in collapse mode. I have not been so anxious about anything, ever. GCSE results panic was nothing in comparison. Which I am sure means that next year, A2 results, will cause a panic so huge that limbs will be lost, ships sunk, and general riotous behaviour will break out amongst the people.
So on Thursday morning I make the long, five minute walk up to school listening to This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers, to add a sense of motown to the eclipsing panic, and get my results from the deputy head. AAAA. GET THE FUCK IN. I was completely gobsmacked (eg. I folded up the paper to call my mum and then had to open it again just to make sure I hadn't read it incorrectly), and even though I'd got a C in Chemistry in January, I still managed to get an A overall. It was fantastic. Dr J (Chem teacher) was there and said well done to me, and I just went 'I GOT AN A' and waved my results at him, even though he already knew them.
I wasn't even hoping for all As. I mean the optimistic hope was AABB. No way could I have got an A in history after that abysmal exam - the one I didn't even finish and felt like having a breakdown in. But I did! And I got full marks in the Russia paper! The frigging paper of DEATH! (Admittedly it was the one I actually finished). I am still on a high even now, a day later. I am unstoppable. And I am going to kung-fu next year's work into submission.
Other people's results, just so I remember them (it's really hard to remember everyones results!) : Louisa - BCCD, Lizzie - AAAA, Steve - AABB, James - AAAB, Will - AAAB (ha!), Rose - BCCC, Beth - AAC.
And I'm not even kidding about that. I dreamed I walked to school for results and got Gs and Es and Us and so many crap results I couldnt figure out what I'd actually got overall in each subject. And by Wednesday night I was just in collapse mode. I have not been so anxious about anything, ever. GCSE results panic was nothing in comparison. Which I am sure means that next year, A2 results, will cause a panic so huge that limbs will be lost, ships sunk, and general riotous behaviour will break out amongst the people.
So on Thursday morning I make the long, five minute walk up to school listening to This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers, to add a sense of motown to the eclipsing panic, and get my results from the deputy head. AAAA. GET THE FUCK IN. I was completely gobsmacked (eg. I folded up the paper to call my mum and then had to open it again just to make sure I hadn't read it incorrectly), and even though I'd got a C in Chemistry in January, I still managed to get an A overall. It was fantastic. Dr J (Chem teacher) was there and said well done to me, and I just went 'I GOT AN A' and waved my results at him, even though he already knew them.
I wasn't even hoping for all As. I mean the optimistic hope was AABB. No way could I have got an A in history after that abysmal exam - the one I didn't even finish and felt like having a breakdown in. But I did! And I got full marks in the Russia paper! The frigging paper of DEATH! (Admittedly it was the one I actually finished). I am still on a high even now, a day later. I am unstoppable. And I am going to kung-fu next year's work into submission.
Other people's results, just so I remember them (it's really hard to remember everyones results!) : Louisa - BCCD, Lizzie - AAAA, Steve - AABB, James - AAAB, Will - AAAB (ha!), Rose - BCCC, Beth - AAC.
So went to town with Beth and her boyfriend after results and had celebratory hot chocolate... because we rock. And her boyfriend got scouted by Toni + Guy to be a model, which was really quite surreal. I suppose thats what happens if you stand in the town centre chatting long enough. So now I am free to enjoy the rest of my summer before my last year of school!
11/08/2008
11/08/08
Ok so I'm half an hour into Kevin McCloud's Big Town Plan and they still haven't actually done anything to Castleford. Bored Now. And the Darwin programme that was on beforehand was just publicity for Dawkin's Selfish Gene hypothesis and he just really annoys me still. I think this is why I don't watch TV very much. Olympics have been on the last few days, I like the swimming and the diving (synchronised tiny briefs, mmm), and that's pretty much the sum of my last few days. Recluse week is officially underway.
Went to bed at half 5 this morning and got up at around half 3 this afternoon, oh woe is my body clock (circadian rhythms anyone? ;D) and watched The Pursuit of Happyness, which is actually quite a nice predictable film. And I think I'm going to watch Coach Carter in a bit too. Gotta love films to pass the time - however I do need to go to sleep earlier and sort my clock out.
Last night, on msn... Louisa asked me 'what is going on between us?', and I replied with 'nothing that I know of'. To be honest it did come out of the blue, especially as lately I've been thinking about Alex instead of Will, let alone Louisa. Blargh! So we left it there because I had no idea what she was trying to say and it was 1am and that's really no time for a long discussion.
Perhaps worst of all (I don't know what the other bad things are...), results are on Thursday, which I am silently very down about and I wish they would just hurry up and happen so I can see what I have to do next year to get into uni, and how hard I'll have to plead to the headmaster so I can apply to Oxford. AABB is my optimistic hope, but realistically, it's not going to happen, and that's a little bit upsetting. Also the fact that 14/30 of last year's History class got a D or less is frightening me about my chances as well. AARGH! I'm going to get really depressed about my results, I can feel it. However, hopefully I will be invigorated to work so hard I melt and write a great personal statement and stuff... oh dear dear me.
Went to bed at half 5 this morning and got up at around half 3 this afternoon, oh woe is my body clock (circadian rhythms anyone? ;D) and watched The Pursuit of Happyness, which is actually quite a nice predictable film. And I think I'm going to watch Coach Carter in a bit too. Gotta love films to pass the time - however I do need to go to sleep earlier and sort my clock out.
Last night, on msn... Louisa asked me 'what is going on between us?', and I replied with 'nothing that I know of'. To be honest it did come out of the blue, especially as lately I've been thinking about Alex instead of Will, let alone Louisa. Blargh! So we left it there because I had no idea what she was trying to say and it was 1am and that's really no time for a long discussion.
Perhaps worst of all (I don't know what the other bad things are...), results are on Thursday, which I am silently very down about and I wish they would just hurry up and happen so I can see what I have to do next year to get into uni, and how hard I'll have to plead to the headmaster so I can apply to Oxford. AABB is my optimistic hope, but realistically, it's not going to happen, and that's a little bit upsetting. Also the fact that 14/30 of last year's History class got a D or less is frightening me about my chances as well. AARGH! I'm going to get really depressed about my results, I can feel it. However, hopefully I will be invigorated to work so hard I melt and write a great personal statement and stuff... oh dear dear me.
09/08/2008
09/08/08
Well I am very tired now, on the verge of sleep (which is good, as it means I'll be going to bed at a reasonable time for once!) Have been very tired today after Rose's party last night, basically just eaten ice cream and takeaway and watched movies since I returned - Wall-E and The Simpsons Movie, neither of which were anything special.
So Rose's party was a mixed affair. No Will to worry about apparently, as he is on holiday somewhere (I'm going to guess Cornwall), so it was a Will-free evening. Which meant I couldn't be like "SO YOURE NOT TALKING TO ME STILL" but I suppose that's a good thing. There weren't that many people there to begin with but by 10/11-ish it was better. And Alex was there, and he got a wee bit drunk on vodka and sprite (trust me, it was 9 parts vodka to 1 part sprite), but I did not rape him, so I am very proud. I was on the cider which got me tipsy enough and a tiny bit nauseous, but no vomit which is always good.
Hmm not really sure what to say happened. Rose got with Harris again (this time in her bed, rather than in a field), and I was kinda close with Alex cos we were sleeping on the floor next to each other, but Louisa, the prick, decided to move and put her pillow in between our legs which split us up! I was really pissed off to be honest. Not that anything was going to happen. But lying next to him and feeling his arm touching mine was like.. yeah I'd happily sleep with boys for the rest of my life. Seriously was so cute when he was sleeping. And he snored, which usually pisses me off, but I actually really liked it - surely a bad sign! Got the bus home afterwards this morning (with several of the partygoers including Alex, but he doesn't do speaking on buses. Eejit.) and also met Beth on the bus, which was really random but good cos it enabled us to have a tiny catch up of the previous night's events.
Went to Beth's on Wednesday night with Louisa which was pretty ace, we got some disposable barbecues from Sainsburys and had burgers and put up the tent in her garden (which is surrounded by farmland/arable fields, not some inner city patch of grass), and slept there! Me and Louisa sang along to songs on her iPod until about half 2 in the morning which was cool. Oh and I'd bought cheesecake in Sainsburys on a whim which I then had for breakfast and it was goood. But after Rose's last night, it means my week of going out and socialising and partying is over! Oh no! What am I going to do...?! It is true that I have never had as much alcohol in one week as this one just gone... shame on me!
And on a really random note, Alex told me Sam Round had herpes (hahaha!). How truthful this statement was is debatable. Who cares. And on another quite random note, I got bitten on the wrist by some kind of evil insect at Rose's house and its very itchy. Hmph.
So Rose's party was a mixed affair. No Will to worry about apparently, as he is on holiday somewhere (I'm going to guess Cornwall), so it was a Will-free evening. Which meant I couldn't be like "SO YOURE NOT TALKING TO ME STILL" but I suppose that's a good thing. There weren't that many people there to begin with but by 10/11-ish it was better. And Alex was there, and he got a wee bit drunk on vodka and sprite (trust me, it was 9 parts vodka to 1 part sprite), but I did not rape him, so I am very proud. I was on the cider which got me tipsy enough and a tiny bit nauseous, but no vomit which is always good.
Hmm not really sure what to say happened. Rose got with Harris again (this time in her bed, rather than in a field), and I was kinda close with Alex cos we were sleeping on the floor next to each other, but Louisa, the prick, decided to move and put her pillow in between our legs which split us up! I was really pissed off to be honest. Not that anything was going to happen. But lying next to him and feeling his arm touching mine was like.. yeah I'd happily sleep with boys for the rest of my life. Seriously was so cute when he was sleeping. And he snored, which usually pisses me off, but I actually really liked it - surely a bad sign! Got the bus home afterwards this morning (with several of the partygoers including Alex, but he doesn't do speaking on buses. Eejit.) and also met Beth on the bus, which was really random but good cos it enabled us to have a tiny catch up of the previous night's events.
Went to Beth's on Wednesday night with Louisa which was pretty ace, we got some disposable barbecues from Sainsburys and had burgers and put up the tent in her garden (which is surrounded by farmland/arable fields, not some inner city patch of grass), and slept there! Me and Louisa sang along to songs on her iPod until about half 2 in the morning which was cool. Oh and I'd bought cheesecake in Sainsburys on a whim which I then had for breakfast and it was goood. But after Rose's last night, it means my week of going out and socialising and partying is over! Oh no! What am I going to do...?! It is true that I have never had as much alcohol in one week as this one just gone... shame on me!
And on a really random note, Alex told me Sam Round had herpes (hahaha!). How truthful this statement was is debatable. Who cares. And on another quite random note, I got bitten on the wrist by some kind of evil insect at Rose's house and its very itchy. Hmph.
06/08/2008
06/08/08
Well I went to Rose's house last night for small gathering which was good fun (yay, going out of the house!). The other guests were Lizzie, Louisa, Alice and even Ruth for a few hours. We played Cluedo, Monopoly, watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show (much to Lizzie and Louisa's horror) and generally drank the night away. However I am now incredibly shattered, which bad because I have to meet Beth in about an hour for camping fun at hers - though we may not camp as the weather is iffy.
The one thing that really upset me though at Rose's was Lizzie constantly texting Will. It resulted in me being very bitter towards her when really I'm just bitter at Will. It infuriates me so because its been like... 11 days or something since I text him, so I presume I'm not getting a reply. Example of cattiness included: Lizzie - "Damn my phone doesn't have loughborough on predictive text", Me -"Does it have dickhead?". I was so very wraagh. And then I realised that I am actually really depressed all the time and realising this just makes me sadder, yet I still can't cry about anything. Even now with a full social calendar for a few days, I feel like absolute shit.
On the family front, Marie and Adam left yesterday, but I stayed at home instead of going to Rose's earlier on so I could say goodbye to her again. This is another thing that makes me unhappy. Jayne is still here until Friday but I will be out and about and therefore won't see much of her, which is probably for the best as she is writing a project that has to be due in soon so she can become a fully qualified chartered surveyor (and get a pay rise! wahey!).
I've just tried to fit in a few hours of catch up sleep into the day but it hasn't worked very well, I am now incredibly sleepy after waking up and Beth won't be happy if me and Louisa turn up this evening in a gormless state. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay awake for. Oh and also, on the bus back from Rose's this morning, I met my old friend (and even ex-girlfriend) Phoebe, which was quite awkward as I was sufficiently dead to prevent a good flow of conversation. She's in the summer show at the local theatre which I used to do, however this year's show sounded crap so I couldn't be bothered to audition for it. And the bus driver short changed me and had a go at me about how I should have flagged him down using my hand (I had actually been on the phone and turned the other way, and had no idea the bus was approaching), which really pissed me off, but he looked a bit of a skanky fellow so I let the 10p I was missing go. Such a kind soul.
The one thing that really upset me though at Rose's was Lizzie constantly texting Will. It resulted in me being very bitter towards her when really I'm just bitter at Will. It infuriates me so because its been like... 11 days or something since I text him, so I presume I'm not getting a reply. Example of cattiness included: Lizzie - "Damn my phone doesn't have loughborough on predictive text", Me -"Does it have dickhead?". I was so very wraagh. And then I realised that I am actually really depressed all the time and realising this just makes me sadder, yet I still can't cry about anything. Even now with a full social calendar for a few days, I feel like absolute shit.
On the family front, Marie and Adam left yesterday, but I stayed at home instead of going to Rose's earlier on so I could say goodbye to her again. This is another thing that makes me unhappy. Jayne is still here until Friday but I will be out and about and therefore won't see much of her, which is probably for the best as she is writing a project that has to be due in soon so she can become a fully qualified chartered surveyor (and get a pay rise! wahey!).
I've just tried to fit in a few hours of catch up sleep into the day but it hasn't worked very well, I am now incredibly sleepy after waking up and Beth won't be happy if me and Louisa turn up this evening in a gormless state. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay awake for. Oh and also, on the bus back from Rose's this morning, I met my old friend (and even ex-girlfriend) Phoebe, which was quite awkward as I was sufficiently dead to prevent a good flow of conversation. She's in the summer show at the local theatre which I used to do, however this year's show sounded crap so I couldn't be bothered to audition for it. And the bus driver short changed me and had a go at me about how I should have flagged him down using my hand (I had actually been on the phone and turned the other way, and had no idea the bus was approaching), which really pissed me off, but he looked a bit of a skanky fellow so I let the 10p I was missing go. Such a kind soul.
04/08/2008
04/08/08
Mmm so I think today was nicer than yesterday as it was more relaxed, and Jayne when she arrived was very personable to all (and Jayne and Marie acted like children as they do when they're together). Adam seemed more relaxed today too and we went out for dinner again this evening which was fine. I still wasn't very talkative which is a shame, especially if I don't see Marie again before she leaves tomorrow. However now that I've said goodbye I might feel a bit silly saying goodbye again (not to Marie, its just I did the whole shaking Adam's hand thing which just seems odd to repeat).
As tomorrow night I am going to stay at Rose's for her birthday with Lizzie and Louisa. Which should be great if I am feeling in the right sort of mood. Otherwise I'll just be a huge bitch and be very sad about Will and Marie leaving and all sorts really. And Lizzie wants to talk to Louisa about me for some reason... whatever. On another 'bright side of things' note, Alex will be going to Rose's proper party on Friday so I might feel him up a little bit because I haven't seen him in ages and my brain keeps doing it when it gets bored. :D And he said he'd bring me some booze... which means he wants me drunk - aha, how drunk do you reckon he'd have to be for anything to happen? VERY, I think the answer is. Or, NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS. Which is a bit harsher, but probably truer. If only he didn't look so gay in his msn display picture. Then there'd be no problem.
"innocent flirtation never hurt nobody" say Flamboyant Bella. Lies. All lies.
As tomorrow night I am going to stay at Rose's for her birthday with Lizzie and Louisa. Which should be great if I am feeling in the right sort of mood. Otherwise I'll just be a huge bitch and be very sad about Will and Marie leaving and all sorts really. And Lizzie wants to talk to Louisa about me for some reason... whatever. On another 'bright side of things' note, Alex will be going to Rose's proper party on Friday so I might feel him up a little bit because I haven't seen him in ages and my brain keeps doing it when it gets bored. :D And he said he'd bring me some booze... which means he wants me drunk - aha, how drunk do you reckon he'd have to be for anything to happen? VERY, I think the answer is. Or, NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS. Which is a bit harsher, but probably truer. If only he didn't look so gay in his msn display picture. Then there'd be no problem.
"innocent flirtation never hurt nobody" say Flamboyant Bella. Lies. All lies.
03/08/2008
03/08/08
Here endeth a long day where I really didn't do very much, if I'm honest. So it was the mother's birthday, I bought birthday cake and after eights and an apron (on request, I wasn't hinting she should cook more), and my sister Marie arrived with her new boyfriend (Adam). Which was interesting.
The five of us went out to a pub for dinner which went averagely well, except I had gone into a very non-talkative mood (not the snappy kind, just the quiet kind) and I'm sure Adam must think me a bit weird. Perhaps very weird. Ah well, maybe she'll get a new one? Except she's not really like that when it comes to boyfriends so I should probably attempt befriendment. I'm still not sure if I like him. He seems like a nice guy (though with his muscled build and tall stature I would not like to see him angry), but his wrist tattoo and ring concerned me somewhat... I do realise I sound snobbish but my sister is amazing and she deserves someone equally amazing. He also went out to the pub with my dad after we got home (leaving me, Marie and mum to watch Marple) and I felt really bad for him because it was like trapping a small animal... he couldn't exactly say no when my dad asked him to the pub, but then he turned to Marie and was like - "are you coming?" - aww. I decided not to go which was wise as the lounge, ergo the pool table, was shut, and I don't even know if I'm old enough to be in the bar.
Wow, a fairly long paragraph there, but it was needed. Jayne (the other sister) is home tomorrow which should be... interesting once again. Fiery temper. I think we might've hyped her up as evil to Adam and he might be a little bit afraid. I'm sure she'll be 'cordial' towards him. And probably murder the rest of us for doing tiny things wrong. She's very "particular". He'll survive. And we told him about Auntie Sarah and getting a large dinner if you call her before you visit - which interested him very much! I reiterate, he's nice enough.
In non-family news, Alice had a total meltdown about Bellie issues which got really horrible (as it turns out he's cheated on her again), but hopefully I managed to console her a little bit, and then I'm sure Lizzie will take the credit for this with some warped logic. Still haven't heard from Will *cough* dickhead *cough* and haven't spoken to Steve/Alex in a few days. Rose is having her birthday party this Friday which should be awesome and she also wants to do something for her birthday which is actually on Wednesday... I think I might actually be out more than I'm at home this week, YES!
The five of us went out to a pub for dinner which went averagely well, except I had gone into a very non-talkative mood (not the snappy kind, just the quiet kind) and I'm sure Adam must think me a bit weird. Perhaps very weird. Ah well, maybe she'll get a new one? Except she's not really like that when it comes to boyfriends so I should probably attempt befriendment. I'm still not sure if I like him. He seems like a nice guy (though with his muscled build and tall stature I would not like to see him angry), but his wrist tattoo and ring concerned me somewhat... I do realise I sound snobbish but my sister is amazing and she deserves someone equally amazing. He also went out to the pub with my dad after we got home (leaving me, Marie and mum to watch Marple) and I felt really bad for him because it was like trapping a small animal... he couldn't exactly say no when my dad asked him to the pub, but then he turned to Marie and was like - "are you coming?" - aww. I decided not to go which was wise as the lounge, ergo the pool table, was shut, and I don't even know if I'm old enough to be in the bar.
Wow, a fairly long paragraph there, but it was needed. Jayne (the other sister) is home tomorrow which should be... interesting once again. Fiery temper. I think we might've hyped her up as evil to Adam and he might be a little bit afraid. I'm sure she'll be 'cordial' towards him. And probably murder the rest of us for doing tiny things wrong. She's very "particular". He'll survive. And we told him about Auntie Sarah and getting a large dinner if you call her before you visit - which interested him very much! I reiterate, he's nice enough.
In non-family news, Alice had a total meltdown about Bellie issues which got really horrible (as it turns out he's cheated on her again), but hopefully I managed to console her a little bit, and then I'm sure Lizzie will take the credit for this with some warped logic. Still haven't heard from Will *cough* dickhead *cough* and haven't spoken to Steve/Alex in a few days. Rose is having her birthday party this Friday which should be awesome and she also wants to do something for her birthday which is actually on Wednesday... I think I might actually be out more than I'm at home this week, YES!
01/08/2008
01/08/08
Well hello August, marking 7 months of Will being a complete eejit! Fantastic (-obviously, he has yet to text me back). On the other hand, my thoughts have been turning more and more towards Alex over the last few days, initially inspired by a dirty dream but then later that day he started talking to me on msn (not something we usually do), which I took as a sign and therefore asked him out. Wait no that's not something I'd do, I did sweet fuck all.
Last night was spent calming Alice down about all of her stresses in life, which I solved by putting a positive spin on all of them, and telling her to get into her pyjamas, watch Grey's Anatomy with a hot chocolate and go to bed. I am wonderful. ("Ledgend" - I don't care that it was spelt incorrectly, it's the thought that counts).
I was supposed to be going to Birmingham with Louisa today to see The Dark Knight on IMAX (IMAX, WOO) but she could not get to the train station which very very very much annoyed me as I now have nothing to do. Also, as it's my mum's birthday on the 3rd, and my sisters (and one boyfriend) are coming home, I would have liked to have something to say, eg. I went to see The Dark Knight on IMAX and it was awesome. At the moment all I have to say is that I've been reading Bond books, Biology books, and going outside just enough so that I don't get rickets.
Steve is being a bit evasive about meeting up with me and I wonder if he is going down the same path as Will, which would be a damned shame and I will fight a lot harder for Steve if that is how it's going. I definitely need to get out more. Do some socialising before the end of summer... wow and that way I could go back to school with many many friends and be like "look at all my friends I rock". So not happening. I need to find someone to do something with this Tuesday, as thats when my mum and my sisters are going to some health spa, leaving me, my dad and my sister's boyfriend in the house together. No thankyou. Tempted to ask Alex out to town (cinema?), but am a bit afraid after we went to see Hadouken and Bell teased him and called it a man-date. Grr and Hmm. Also as my dad has decided to take 'redoing the kitchen' to a new level today, it means we have no water. Which means I am unwashed. And there is nothing more I hate in this world.
Last night was spent calming Alice down about all of her stresses in life, which I solved by putting a positive spin on all of them, and telling her to get into her pyjamas, watch Grey's Anatomy with a hot chocolate and go to bed. I am wonderful. ("Ledgend" - I don't care that it was spelt incorrectly, it's the thought that counts).
I was supposed to be going to Birmingham with Louisa today to see The Dark Knight on IMAX (IMAX, WOO) but she could not get to the train station which very very very much annoyed me as I now have nothing to do. Also, as it's my mum's birthday on the 3rd, and my sisters (and one boyfriend) are coming home, I would have liked to have something to say, eg. I went to see The Dark Knight on IMAX and it was awesome. At the moment all I have to say is that I've been reading Bond books, Biology books, and going outside just enough so that I don't get rickets.
Steve is being a bit evasive about meeting up with me and I wonder if he is going down the same path as Will, which would be a damned shame and I will fight a lot harder for Steve if that is how it's going. I definitely need to get out more. Do some socialising before the end of summer... wow and that way I could go back to school with many many friends and be like "look at all my friends I rock". So not happening. I need to find someone to do something with this Tuesday, as thats when my mum and my sisters are going to some health spa, leaving me, my dad and my sister's boyfriend in the house together. No thankyou. Tempted to ask Alex out to town (cinema?), but am a bit afraid after we went to see Hadouken and Bell teased him and called it a man-date. Grr and Hmm. Also as my dad has decided to take 'redoing the kitchen' to a new level today, it means we have no water. Which means I am unwashed. And there is nothing more I hate in this world.
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