I love blogging.

For some reason, I always want to update this blog. Like, all the time. It's therapeutic. It's a bit like writing in a diary, but so much less effort. I've never been able to keep up with diaries and I always give up after a few days. Vlogging is another outlet, but the whole process (filming, editing and uploading) takes so much time and effort that it just isn't practical to do it on a regular basis. I'm sure it'd be easier if I had better technology at my disposal, but I'm poor so I'm stuck with my beloved but not exactly fantastic video camera and some really dodgy editing software. I don't know how all those crazy people managed to complete VEDA, I could never have done it.

Speaking of vlogging, it's the first anniversary of my first YouTube video tomorrow. I wanted to make a really good video to commemorate this, but I just don't have the time. Or the ideas. So it looks like I'll have to do something even better for next year...when I'll be right in the middle of my A2 exams. Which are even more important than AS's. Great.

Anyway, revision calls. Media exam tomorrow = not fun times

Bye

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Currently reading: The Sopranos by Alan Warner

I hate sand

It gets everywhere and it scrapes up your feet and it makes your shoes rub and...yeah, I don't like sand.

But I like the beach, and the sun, and my friends, and the smell of sun cream, and sunbathing on rocks.

I don't like having to leave early to go home and revise.

But I do like sitting in the park with my other friend and talking about a show that we both went to see in London which was the best thing we've ever seen (Spring Awakening. Google it).

I don't like the fact that I was meant to be writing notes about said show for my Drama exam which I am meant to be typing up now.

I also don't like the fact that my shoulders are really red. And not in a good, 'we're-going-to-tan-really-well' kind of way. In a bad, 'we're-going-to-burn-and-hurt-you' kind of way.

All in all, a mixed day. But mostly good. Even the bad bits weren't too bad.

But now my feet hurt.

I don't want to go back to school on Monday.

Sorry for this really random blog...I promise I'll try and do some better ones soon.

Bye

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Currently reading: Fishbowl by Sarah Mlynowski

The one with no title (my brain is not in the mood for originality)

Today was marginally better than yesterday, despite the fact that I didn't get to go to the museum with my friends.

I'm going to ignore the morning, because that was made up of me not being able to focus on Drama essays, and then get a motivational talk from my friend Natalie in the year above who has convinved me that no matter how badly I think I'm going to fail my British History exam on Tuesday, I might as well revise and at least try not to fail.

Then this afternoon, I lay in the garden and read. It was lovely, but now my clothes smell of grass. This is partly from just lying on it, and partly because it turns out while I was reading, I was subconsciously ripped up the grass around me. I didn't even notice until the sun went behind the house and I got up to go in. There was dead grass everywhere and a bald patch next to where I'd been lying. Oops...

And now this evening, I'm going to a party which will be fun because I'll get to see a lot of people I haven't seen for ages. But before then, I have to go and find something to wear.

And even though I'm pretty sure they won't see this: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE AND SHAY!!!! (L)

Bye

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Well, would you look at that!

Two blog posts in one day! Aren't you lucky?

...Not really.

Anyway, my day has not been great...mediocre at best. All my friends went shopping to Liverpool without me, 'cause I had work to do. And I didn't get my work done because I couldn't concentrate. And as a result, I probably won't be able to go to the museum with them tomorrow. And I love the museum.

Also today, I walked up to my other friend's house to return a dress I borrowed for a party two weeks ago (word of warning: don't lend things to me. You will be lucky to get them back within a month). And I got beeped at twice on the way there. This usually only happens when I am wearing a dress or skirt, or heels. But I wasn't. I was wearing the one pair of tracksuit pants I own (and you know I'm just not in the mood when I leave the house wearing them...most people don't even know I own them) and a long-sleeved top. Nothing even remotely provocative.

And now my lovely friend Ellie who has got me some kind of present from LeakyCon but I don't know what it is, has started posting her videos and photos on Facebook. This makes me jealous.

Bye

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I strongly dislike the rain.

It's true.

For the second time in a short space of time, I was caught in a crazy rainstorm when I was completely unprepared.

Picture the scene: I'm going out to see the Hannah Montana movie with my friends. On my way out the door, I realised that I didn't have my purse. So I spent a frantic ten minutes emptying out my school bag and ringing my mum to see if she knew where it was. In the end, I found it and it was all good. I left the house and just as I got to the end of my road, it started raining. Not a lot, but a bit. I didn't have time to go back for an umbrella and it's only a five minute walk to the train station, so I thought I'd be okay. But after I'd walked just a little further down the road, it started raining. A lot. Like, so much it was actually hurting my skin. And I was wearing a skirt. But I really didn't have time to go back, so I just wrapped my cardie around myself and ran to the train station.

After sitting through the entire film, I had to go to the toilets to dry my cardie under a hand-dryer because it was still wet. By the time I got home, my skirt was still wet. It was ridiculous. And both my friends were completely dry. It was not fun times.

And then, on the way home, we were harassed by this Irish guy on the other platform. I was eating a bag of Mini Cheddars (because cinema nachos just aren't filling enough) and when I finished them, I smoothed out the bag and folded it up which is something I always do. And he called over "Thanks for the crisp" or something like that. I didn't know whether to ignore him, so I did the stupid thing and went, "Pardon?" And then he started rambling on about "Thanks for the potato chip or whatever it was" and I was like, so what, I'm meant to offer my food to everyone on the station, both on my platform and the one on the other side of the train tracks?!?!?!?!?!?! My friend decided that he was saying, "Thanks for inventing crisps" but that made even less sense. And then he was like, "Oh, my train's here now, so bye" and we were like, "Erm...bye?" It was weird.

But Hannah Montana was very enjoyable.

I'm sorry for this really long ranting blog...but the rain and the Irish guy really irked me (I love that word...'irked', not 'me').

And now I think I'm going to go and buy some dark chocolate, because I've been craving it for about three days now.

Bye

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Currently reading: Marked by PC and Kristen Cast

I am sooo lucky... *sarcasm*

Have you ever spent an hour and a half in a theatre full of eight-year-olds, all waving those ridiculous spinning light things you buy at bad pantomimes? That is how I spent my afternoon. I think this situation was made worse by the fact that I never got one of those ridiculous spinning light things when I was a child, so I am a little resentful of kids who have them.

Anyway, through no fault of my own, I found myself watching Spongebob Squarepants: the Musical. Yeah. Pity me.

The guy playing Spongebob was like Fred on acid, dressed in a yellow box. The girl playing Sandy (the squirrel, for those lucky few of you who have escaped this knowledge) couldn't do a Texan accent to save her annoying little life. I don't want to comment on the rest of the acting, as I am trying to detox my mind of all thoughts of it.

It was weird. It was scarily upbeat. It made me realise just how short the attention spans of children are. The best bit was the interval, when I got to stand in the ice cream queue with a load of irate parents and their hyper offspring bouncing around my knees (the offspring, not the parents).

On the plus side, I saw a really cute dress in this retro boutique in Liverpool which I might go back and get when I get money.

See you soon

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Currently reading: Everything Beautiful by Simmone Howell.

Rain, Jimmy Carr and Leaky Con.

I hate the rain.

I only had to go into school for two lessons today, so I got there at 11 and left again at 12.30. Before I left for school, I looked out the window and thought, "Oh it looks a little grey, but I'm sure it won't rain. I won't take my umbrella, it'll be just another thing to carry." However, on the way home, I got caught in the mother of all rainstorms and ended up having to walk for half an hour with really wet feet. I hadn't been expecting rain and was therefore wearing really inappropriate shoes that actually dyed my feet blue.

Needless to say, I was not best pleased.

However, on the plus side, I saw the strangest person ever on the way home. At first, I thought it was a girl because it had very skinny legs in white skinny jeans. But when I got closer and saw its face, it looked exactly like Jimmy Carr. With a mullet. It was a very strange experience.

More sad times: my friend Ellie left for Leaky Con today. It's not that sad for her, obviously. But I am very very very very very very very very very very very very very very jealous. Especially since tomorrow she will be having fun in Boston, and I will be doing my English Lit exam. So she'd better have a really good time, or she doesn't deserve to have gone and I should've been there instead.

See you soon
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