Top o' the mornin' to ya

Even thought it's afternoon...shush.

The reason for that was because I was trying to think of a Cockney-style greeting to put up in the title box...but I couldn't think of one, so Irish would have to do.

And the reason for the attempt at a Cockney-style greeting is because I was in magnificent London town Thursday and Friday of this past week.

And it was AWESOME!

I love London so damn much, I can't even stand it. But I don't think I could ever live there, because the novelty would wear off really quickly and then I'd start taking all the awesomeness for granted.

Anyways, that's just a quick update. I'll go into more detail on the London trip some time during the week, but I have a choir concert tomorrow, and then an orchestra concert Tuesday, friend's birthday Wednesday, dancing show Thursday and Dad's birthday Friday...but I will find time to blog. I will.

Bye

<3

Guess what?

I am totally going to the Yule Ball with Cedric Diggory.

Hell yeah!

And do you know why?

Do you?

Because a...Facebook quiz told me so?

...

Anyway...moving on:

I went to see Macbeth in a park last night. It was good times. I think Shakespeare is made even awesomer by being outside. It's just better.

I don't want to keep constantly apologising for these blog posts, because I'm getting sick of it and I'm sure you are too. However, as long as the posts are crap, the apologies are going to keep coming thick and fast.

So sorry.

Bye

<3

PS - London = day after tomorrow! Hell to the yeah!

I'm ill

My head hurts and I feel sick.

Therefore, I am not in school.

And that's why I can write this rather than being in an English lesson.

I'm not meant to be looking at screens today because it hurts my head.

But I hadn't blogged for a few days, so I thought I would.

And my laptop battery's dying so I think I will go now.

Sorry that all my blogs are awful...hopefully, we'll have some more fun ones soon because I'm going to London on Thursday with school.

And there is one sentence on every line to make this entry seem longer.

Sorry again.

I'm going to sleep now.

Bye

<3

I'm so sorry.

Reading last night's blog back, the only word that comes to my mind is - why?

Why did I bother typing all that?

Why did I think posting it was a good idea?

Why do I have nothing better to do with my life?

I can answer the first question: because I thought it was a good idea and only realised halfway through that it wasn't. By that point, I'd spent too long on it to delete it all.

The second question, I really don't know. I just don't know.

And the third question: because I'm a loser.

I've got to go to the opiticians' today and then I'm making a Father's Day cake for my dad. Fun times.

Bye

<3

PS - I'm toying with an idea for a second blog to post my short stories and stuff on...I'll let you know how that goes.

I don't where they all came from...

...but there were a hell of a lot of really hot guys from secondary schools around the North West-ish area at the Higher Education conference held at the University of Liverpool yesterday and today (well, I don't know if there were any hot guys there yesterday...the only people I know who went yesterday are heterosexual boys, so they aren't really in a position to judge). Seriously and for real, I don't where they all live. It sure ain't Wallasey. All the guys around here are either taken, pricks, gay, or facially deformed. Or my best friends and therefore, despite being reasonably attractive and not completely reprehensible human beings, off limits.

Anyway, I'll try and give you a quick rundown of today's happenings (not that I imagine anyone cares):

Woke up. Went to sleep. Woke up. Nearly went to sleep, but then got up. Had shower to get hairspray out of hair from last night's braid. Got dressed. Had breakfast. Went to school. Sat in common room for a silly amount of time before getting on the coach. Sat on coach for a silly amount of time before leaving school. Went to Liverpool. Coach driver got lost. Coach driver learned how to use his fricking sat-nav. Arrived at the Liverpool Uni. So far pretty uneventful. Piled off the coach, wandered to a courtyard thing. Found some people who were going to the same lecture as me (History). Set off twenty minutes early, anticipating getting lost. Found the right building within two minutes. Sat in a freezing lecture theatre for eighteen minutes longer than necessary. Had a talk about History at degree level which would've been quite good if the woman's mic had been working. Or if I wasn't tired, but too cold to fall asleep. Or if my stomach wasn't growling the entire time.

[I'm changing paragraph now, so it doesn't hurt your eyes and brain (if you're bothering to read all this, which I doubt)]

Went back to courtyard and met friends. Got in super massive long queue to get into room with stalls from lots of different unis. Eventually got inside and got separated from all but one of my friends. Had a nice chat with some nice-looking guys from all over the country. Particularly enjoyed the University of Exeter and the University of Falmouth (one had awesome hair, one was a surfer). Picked up more prospectuses (prospecti?) than I could easily carry. Picked up lots of free pens, ruler, bookmarks, stress balls that weren't balls at all but squishy pound signs and lollipops. Wandered out of a door, and got apprehended for trying to return through the door. Apparently two lost teenagers can destroy the entire world by breaking the one-way system at a Higher Education conference.

[Again, to save your eyesight and your sanity]

Found friends. Was going to go to Subway but didn't have time before next lecture. Went with group of people to find next building. Went the wrong way, and was not told by anyone despite the fact that they had all already been to that building...why they just followed and went along with it is beyond me. Went to English lecture, given by a man who reminded me of my dad. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Went back to courtyard. Found rest of friends. Trekked to Costa, followed by Tesco, followed by Costa again. Sat on some steps and took stupid photos. Went and found the coach to take us home. Stood for a stupid amount of time waiting to get on the coach. Sat on the coach for a stupid amount of time waiting to get back to school. Got back to school. Staggered home under the weight off all my uni goodies.

...

If you read all that, award yourself a gold star and a hearty pat on the back. I may pay you five pounds. I lost the will to live whilst typing it, so if you read it you may need reassess what the hell you're doing with your life.

Sorry. Just sorry.

Bye

<3

PS - Six days until I go to London! Yay!

It don't mean a thing...

…if it ain’t got that swing…do wah do wah, do wah do wah, do wah do wah, do wah, do wah.

Sorry, but I’ve just got home from the theatre after my dancing show dress rehearsal and that’s stuck in my head from the opening tap routine (which I fail miserably at, by the way).

Today was alright. It could’ve been a bigger waste of my life, but it always could’ve been less of one. The few of us who bothered to turn up didn’t have to stay until the end of the day, and we mostly just talked and laughed and got told off by the evil librarian for disturbing other people. However, unless these other people were hiding behind the shelves, they didn’t exist because we were the only people in the library for most of the day.

The best bit was when me and my friend Chloe had to go and collect all of the old textbooks that had been left in the common room and deliver them back to the appropriate departments. We got a trolley and the lift key, and set off. Once we’d been round the whole school taking everything back, I sat on the trolley and Clo ran with it down the length of the bottom floor corridor. At one point, she made like she was going to crash me into the lockers, obviously intending to swerve or stop the trolley. However, the wheels were dodgy and wouldn’t do what she wanted them to, and we ended up nearly knocking over a whole row of lockers. It was fun.

Then I got the key that made the lift work stuck in the keyhole and when I was pulling at it to try and get it out, about half of the other keys on the keyring somehow escaped and went all over the floor. So I had to crouch with one leg stuck into the lift to keep the doors from closing to collect all the keys. I think at least one fell down the gap where the doors go, but I’m sure we’ll cope. The secretary I returned them to didn’t seem to think anything was different.

Anyway, I’m knackered now. Liverpool Uni trip tomorrow…should be good as long as I can sleep on the coach.

Bye

<3

[I actually wrote this last night, but my Internet connection was being a bitch so I'm uploading it this morning instead]

I'm an in an awful mood.

Which is isn't good, because I was in a relatively good mood until just recently.

I had to go to the dentist at 4pm and was told there that I produce too much saliva. That's not a confidence-booster for anyone.

Then I got home to a phone call from my friend saying that our Head of Year had said that anyone who wasn't going on tomorrow's trip and who didn't come into school shouldn't bother coming back at all. Which I think is ridiculous because if I get genuinely ill tomorrow, I'm not going to be able to have the day off because I'll be worried that I'll get kicked out. So although I was planning on waking up with a fake headache and nausea, if I woke up with a real headache and nausea, I'd have to drag myself into school just to stew in the library all day, staring at a screen which would undoubtedly make my headache worse and therefore worsening my nausea. And then I might faint or something, and hit my head on a table. And as I lie there bleeding on the floor of the library and everyone is freaking out and calling the paramedics, I hope my Hear of Year will start to regret her fascist approach to teaching. I mean, look what it can cause.

Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a tad. But when I'm typing my next blog from a hospital bed, maybe people will start to see the way this world works.

The moral of today is that some people are super uptight and other people suffer because of it.

I hope my next blog will be a little more upbeat, but that is thoroughly dependent on my life being a little more upbeat.

Bye

<3

[insert witty blog title here]

This week looks set to be one of the most random ever.

Yesterday, it was just a normal school day and to be honest, I can't really remember much of what happened.

Today, all of Lower Sixth went on a trip to the University of Central Lanchashire. It was such a good day - all the students were really nice and the campus is lovely. The food was awesome, which is such a change after our school canteen. And the library has showers in it! Because it's open 24 hours a day, they provide showers in case you're there all night and then have to run off to a lecture. I thought that was fricking genius. The media facilities at UCLan are kickass as well. They have TV studios and sound stages and a Mac suite and all sorts. The twenty or so of us who were doing the Media taster course got to make a sample TV programme, with all of us doing different jobs like operating the graphics and VT, mixing the audio and the visuals, floor managing and operating the cameras. At the end, I have to say, it looked pretty darn spiffy (I was mixing the visuals, which involved pressing the buttons to cut between cameras...it doesn't sound particularly difficult, but it was stressful as hell!)

Tomorrow, it's just another school day...bit pointless really, because no one will concentrate.

Thursday, our year's meant to be on a trip to Alton Towers but obviously not everyone can go. Some people can't afford it, some people didn't want to go and some people (like me) have prior commitments which start before the Alton Towers people get back (dancing show dress rehearsal). The people who aren't going don't get to do anything fun or even mildly interesting - we have to sit in the library. All day. With our Head of Year doing a register to make sure everyone's there. So even when we would've been free, we would still have to stay there. As my English teacher said, "Doesn't that sound a little like prison to you?". I suspect a lot of people not going on the trip will be mysteriously ill on Thursday.

Friday, again, a whole year trip to Liverpool University for a Higher Education conference. That should be fun.

I'm sorry for wasting your life with yet another boring and pointless blog. When something more interesting happens, I'll write about that. On the plus side, I finished watching Juno for the fourth time since I borrowed the DVD last week. I love that film.

Bye

<3

Burn baby burn!

I've just got back from seeing my friend Luke's production of Disco Inferno. My drama group, of which he is a member, did the show last year and he had the lead role of Jack. This time, he played the second lead role of Tom, which was played last time by my other friend Danny (gosh, life would be so much easier if my blog readers knew all my friends personally!)

In some ways, the production I've just watched was better than the one I was in. Some of the costumes and choreography were better, but the energy was just so...blehh. Out of a cast of about twenty-five, there were about seven people who actually looked alive. Luke was absolutely adorable and when his character Tom (SPOILER! not that anyone will really care) dies, it was the most devastating thing ever. If Luke ever actually dies, I might just kill myself.

I'm very tired. Clapping and cheering until your hands are sore and your throat hurts takes a hell of a lot out of you.

Night night

<3

I don't like making up titles for these blog entries

Last night did not start well. I got in from school and just went straight to bed because my head hurt. I was meant to have a dancing rehearsal at quarter to 5, but I woke up at quarter past to find that my mum had already phoned and said I wouldn't be there. Then I slept some more, finished the book I was reading, started a new one and then had a shower. The evening picked up from there.

It was two of my friends' birthdays on Tuesday, so we went out to Caesar's Palace in Liverpool. That place does the best fricking ice cream ever. I was so full on the train home because I ate both my ice cream and most of my friend's as well.

And now I am meant to be at an orchestra rehearsal, but again I overslept and woke up to seven missed calls off Sally (who, if you remember from a previous blog post, is my orchestra friend).

I missed orchestra last night to go to Liverpool and I missed so much. When I got home, I had three Facebook wall posts off different people telling me what I missed. One of my friends made brownies, which I didn't get any of because obviously I wasn't there. The leader of the viola section who hardly ever turns up, putting a lot of pressure on me and Sally to know what we're doing, was there. And the really hot music student from Liverpool Hope University who has been helping with the orchestra and conducting a few pieces and stuff left. I will miss him, even though I never spoke to him. I will miss his face (it was a very nice face, on top of a very nice body).

I have had the theme song from the webseries 'Haute and Bothered' stuck in my head. It is the worst theme song I have ever heard and the series is awful, but my friend made me watch the first episode and now it's going round and round in my head.

Okay, this has been a long and boring blog entry. I'm going to stop typing now, because I need to get out of bed and get dressed, and then tidy my room. It's 11:41 and I haven't had breakfast yet.

Bye

<3

Currently reading: Blast from the Past by Ben Elton (that man is a genius!)

Oh, and I forgot...

I am in a collab video!

And it's awesome!

And you can check it out here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYuuIyLeTho

You don't have to...but you can.

The option is there, should you wish to.

Sorry about the blatant whoring of my YouTube, but everyone else does it.

I hope you can forgive me

Bye

<3

There's no place like home.

Especially when you thought you were going to be in school until right up to the end of the day.

My History exam this morning went okay. It could've been better, but it could've been worse. At least I wrote something for every question...even if they're all about Kristallnacht because it was the only date I could remember (1938 ftw).

Then I thought I'd have to go to lessons all day, but for one reason or another I'm currently at home with my feet up, enjoying not having any homework or revision to do.

And to make this day even better, I got home to find that my Chameleon Circuit album had arrived! I'm listening to it now and it officially awesome! Nearly as awesome as my John Green piece of paper.

I just found out a piece of news which has wrecked my good mood - the BNP have won a seat in the North West European elections??? What is wrong with you, North West??? You've let me down. Not only that, you've let yourselves down. I'm not impressed.

But Chameleon Circuit helps to restore my faith in humanity. Everyone should go and buy it.

See you soon

<3

My legs are sleepy.

I am ridiculously tired tonight.

This will be because I spent the afternoon in a church hall, practising for my dance show. This started by running a dance to 'Nicest Kids In Town' from Hairspray at least fifteen times, by the end of which I had lost the will to live and most of my ability to breathe. But could I go home yet? Oh no, we still had to run the big tap finale with everyone in it. Which would've been great, if I'd known any of the dance. Literally, any of it. I put on my borrowed tap shoes (I don't have the money to buy new ones, and I need black ones for the show), went and stood with my friend who didn't know what to do either, and tried to bluff my way through the entire, very fast, routine.

It worked really well. Which isn't a good thing. It means that I still don't know the dance, so I'm going to have to find someone at school tomorrow who can teach me it. Straight after coming out of a History exam, which I should revise for but I think I might just go and sleep instead.

Also, I've already planned everything that I need to take to London with me which makes the wait even harder. I went shopping yesterday with my mum to get shoes that aren't going to rub my feet or fall apart (I don't have a good track history with shoes), and I ended up drooling over a dress and nearly buying a suitcase. I'm going to go back later in the week to try the dress on and to see if they have the suitcase in the next size up, because there was no way I could ever fit all my stuff in the tiny one I saw.

Right, I think I've babbled enough for tonight. I think you can tell that my brain isn't functioning 100% at the moment, so I'll love you and leave you.

Bye

<3

Today has been awesome.

Yeah...what the title says.

The day started off pretty well: went into school, had two History revision sessions which involed a large bag of giant chocolate buttons and one of my favourite teachers ever, went home.

Then I spent the afternoon making rainbow cakes whilst dancing around the kitchen to the radio, which was fun times. The cakes looked awesome and I would post a picture but I don't have one. There are a few left, so I might take a photo tomorrow.

Then I went out to my orchestra rehearsal. As you may or probably don't know, I play the viola in an orchestra. And usually, it's really...meh. I tend to yawn throughout the evening and my friend Sally has to poke me continually during the second half to keep me awake.

But not this week. This week, several very awesome things happened:

1) My friend Ellie who went to LeakyCon bounced up to me, full of stories from Boston which would make me jealous. Between these envy-inducing stories, she pulled out a piece of paper which was addressed to me and signed by John Green. John Green! John fricking Green!!! I don't think I have ever been so happy over a piece of paper before. I just stared at it and grinned like an idiot. And then she described in detail the smashage of Alex Carpenter's guitar, which she witnessed firsthand and from right in front of the stage. She is so lucky. LeakyCon 2011 - I'll see you there.

2) In the break between the string ensemble rehearsal and the full orchestra rehearsal, we ate my cakes. They were very very very nice. I was so pleased with how they turned out.

3) I haven't been to orchestra for a few weeks, so I wasn't aware that we had a new conductor. Suddenly, this very round-faced man wearing a bright pink tie ambles over and starts talking to us in a voice which reminded me of a cross between Jack from Will and Grace, and a very annoying gameshow host. That just made me laugh.

4) After eating the leftover cake mixture and buttercream icing after making the cakes and eating probably the biggest one in the box, the excessive food colouring and icing sugar tipped me over the edge. I was incredibly hyper for the entire second half and Sally didn't have to poke me once.

Now I'm at home with my magical piece of paper propped up next to the computer and smiling a lot.

It's been a good day.

I hope wherever you are, your day has been just as good.

Bye

<3

Numbers

1 exam left.

5 days until my friend's 17th.

8 days until my friend's birthday dinner.

11 job application letters I have just addressed.

21 days until I go to London.

29 days until my dad's birthday.

33 days until I go to Berlin.

38 days until I go to Paris.

39 subscribers that I have on my YouTube.

43 days until my birthday and the release of Harry Potter 6.

I'll do a proper blog soon.

This just started out with me trying to work out how long I have left until l all the trips I'm going on, and then it turned into a blog entry.

Bye

<3

Happy birthday to me!

I feel like I'm doing Blog Every Day in May or something, because I'm posting pretty much consistently every day. I don't know why.

So, yeah...today is my first YouTube birthday (my real birthday isn't until 17th July). And what have I done for my YouTube birthday you may ask? Erm...written this blog entry. And did a Media Studies exam. And that's all I have time for.

The exam went okay. The first question was really easy, because it was an extract I recognised (Doctor Who ftw), and the second question was alright as well. I was able to write half the essay without remembering what the term 'technological convergence' meant, and then I remembered and was able to salvage what was left of the essay. All in all, pretty good.

Better than my exam tomorrow will go. I officially hate British History, and there is no way in hell I am ever going to pass. I can see it now: sitting in the exam hall, staring at the clock and willing the clock to tick through two hours a lot faster, inwardly crying at my lack of knowledge of Whig reforms and the like. Resits are in January and it looks like that is where I'm headed. Next year, I swear I'm going to work harder and be more organised in everything.

Right, that's all I think.

Bye

<3