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
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
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!
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
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
Saturday, 20 June 2009
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.
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.
Friday, 19 June 2009
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!
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!
Thursday, 18 June 2009
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]
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]
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
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
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
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