I'm not gonna create a new blog to review stuff. What was I thinking? If I randomly feel like doing that, I can do it on here.
Cool. I've managed to make some sort of decision. Great.
We'll start tomorrow. What I need right now is sleep.
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Je dois écrire...
I must write a blog. It's my new rule: write one at least once a week. I want to try to write more interesting stuff, which will probably never happen, but there we go. In fact, I've been considering creating another blog, in which I'd review random things... like films, TV programmes, books... anything that I have an opinion about really... I don't really know why... I guess cos I just put together review-type things in my head all the time... perhaps I could start practising my writing techniques by starting a vaguely interesting blog rather than just drivvling on about myself. And yes, 'drivvling' is a word. Well, it is now.
I'm just gonna go now. Everything in my life is pretty much the same as last week: same worries, same stress, same idunnowhat... at least I'm going to see Wicked on Wednesday for the third (and most likely, final) time... it means I've got something to look forward to. But after that... ah well.
Mock results aren't going too bad. At least that's one less thing to worry about. But time is slipping past very quickly... arghhh.
:)
I'm just gonna go now. Everything in my life is pretty much the same as last week: same worries, same stress, same idunnowhat... at least I'm going to see Wicked on Wednesday for the third (and most likely, final) time... it means I've got something to look forward to. But after that... ah well.
Mock results aren't going too bad. At least that's one less thing to worry about. But time is slipping past very quickly... arghhh.
:)
Saturday, 17 January 2009
FAIL.
This week hasn't been great. There hasn't been a single exam where I've come out of it thinking 'That went ok'. In fact, I've just had some really terrible ones, and the worst were those that I might be taking for A Level. Great.
Today was a failure too. I went into town to get some music for my singing lesson, but the music shop wasn't very good for that, so I came away empty handed. However, I did manage to pick up a Doctor Who Magazine. Finally. When I got home I had a sudden craving for sherbert (which has never happened before...) so I popped across to the shop opposite my house to get a sherbert fountain. Apart from, before I went across, I got something in my eye (possibly battery acid... long story) so I had to take my right contact lense out to soak in some cleaning solution. It was then that I decided to go sherbert hunting... but I could only see through my left eye. This made things difficult. For a start, crossing the road. I live on a busy road that leads into a busy city- and my spacial awareness was none existent. Well, you can tell I survived as I would not be here now, but it was rather embarassing when I was trying to leave the shop (two sherbert fountains in hand- I didn't realise they were so cheap!). The automatic door opened, but I couldn't really see it properly, and almost walked into the big glass panel next to the door that had just opened for me. The shopkeeper gave me a weird look. I ran away.
Talking of Doctor Who (I know it was about ten lines back, but ah well), my Doctor Who Series 1 boxset came!!! YAY!!! I got it yesterday, and in just one day I managed to watch the first three episodes and all the Special Features on Disc 1. I also managed to watch episode 6 of series 4 ('The Doctor's Daughter'- it was on BBC 3), so I definitely had my daily dose of Doctor Who. The day before I watched the first five episodes of series 4 one after the other... oh god, this all sounds so sad doesn't it? Ah well, I don't care. From Wednesday it'll be back to normal school work and normal school times, so I'm just gonna make the most of it.
By sitting around doing nothing.
(If you class watching Doctor Who as doing nothing, which I certainly don't.).
I've only got three more exams now - French Oral on Monday (which I haven't even written yet, let alone started revising) and Biology and French Reading on Tuesday. I'm actually gonna quite miss the mocks, cos as rubbish as the exams are, we have loads of free time and can come and go to school as we please. Plus we get to go into the canteen half an hour before the rest of the school. But on Wednesday I will have to stop living the easy life and get back to work. I think it's gonna come as quite a shock to be honest. I seriously can't remember my timetable. And of course, there's the dreaded results. It's not going to be fun.
At least I'll hopefully be able to talk about something other than mocks and Doctor Who on here. I mean, I know I'm just pretty much using this as a diary that I can look back on when I'm older, but I don't think that in however many years time I'm gonna want to read about me complaining about mocks all the bloody time. I'll probably have proper things to worry about then. So I'm sorry, future me, for just complaining about life, when these are probably actually the last worry- free years. I didn't know, ok?
Til next time...
P.S. I've just eaten a tube of sherbert and an apple... my stomach feels weird... I think there might be some sort of dangerous chemical reaction going on in there...
Today was a failure too. I went into town to get some music for my singing lesson, but the music shop wasn't very good for that, so I came away empty handed. However, I did manage to pick up a Doctor Who Magazine. Finally. When I got home I had a sudden craving for sherbert (which has never happened before...) so I popped across to the shop opposite my house to get a sherbert fountain. Apart from, before I went across, I got something in my eye (possibly battery acid... long story) so I had to take my right contact lense out to soak in some cleaning solution. It was then that I decided to go sherbert hunting... but I could only see through my left eye. This made things difficult. For a start, crossing the road. I live on a busy road that leads into a busy city- and my spacial awareness was none existent. Well, you can tell I survived as I would not be here now, but it was rather embarassing when I was trying to leave the shop (two sherbert fountains in hand- I didn't realise they were so cheap!). The automatic door opened, but I couldn't really see it properly, and almost walked into the big glass panel next to the door that had just opened for me. The shopkeeper gave me a weird look. I ran away.
Talking of Doctor Who (I know it was about ten lines back, but ah well), my Doctor Who Series 1 boxset came!!! YAY!!! I got it yesterday, and in just one day I managed to watch the first three episodes and all the Special Features on Disc 1. I also managed to watch episode 6 of series 4 ('The Doctor's Daughter'- it was on BBC 3), so I definitely had my daily dose of Doctor Who. The day before I watched the first five episodes of series 4 one after the other... oh god, this all sounds so sad doesn't it? Ah well, I don't care. From Wednesday it'll be back to normal school work and normal school times, so I'm just gonna make the most of it.
By sitting around doing nothing.
(If you class watching Doctor Who as doing nothing, which I certainly don't.).
I've only got three more exams now - French Oral on Monday (which I haven't even written yet, let alone started revising) and Biology and French Reading on Tuesday. I'm actually gonna quite miss the mocks, cos as rubbish as the exams are, we have loads of free time and can come and go to school as we please. Plus we get to go into the canteen half an hour before the rest of the school. But on Wednesday I will have to stop living the easy life and get back to work. I think it's gonna come as quite a shock to be honest. I seriously can't remember my timetable. And of course, there's the dreaded results. It's not going to be fun.
At least I'll hopefully be able to talk about something other than mocks and Doctor Who on here. I mean, I know I'm just pretty much using this as a diary that I can look back on when I'm older, but I don't think that in however many years time I'm gonna want to read about me complaining about mocks all the bloody time. I'll probably have proper things to worry about then. So I'm sorry, future me, for just complaining about life, when these are probably actually the last worry- free years. I didn't know, ok?
Til next time...
P.S. I've just eaten a tube of sherbert and an apple... my stomach feels weird... I think there might be some sort of dangerous chemical reaction going on in there...
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Blank.
So I've been back at school for four days now... although technically only three because I had the day off on Friday because I was examless. Apart the obvious rubbishness of mocks, it hasn't been quite as bad as I was expecting. Exams start at 9.30 in the morning and 1.30 in the afternoon, and they're never any longer than 2 hours, so you can do whatever in the time in between. All you have to do is find an empty room and sit in it, 'revising'. You can go home early and get into school late if you don't have an exam, which is great. And we get to go to the canteen half an hour before anybody else, when all the nice food is still there. So to be honest, it's not all that bad. Exams aside.
Last night I went to the theatre. The Courtyard Theatre to be precise. My friend Lucy and I went to see Don John by the Kneehigh Theatre Company and it was fantastic. Hard to explain plotwise, but there were so many amazing 'theatrical devices' used that it kept you hooked throughout.
I stayed at Lucy's house for the night and we spent most of our time just standing or sitting in her room miming along to songs from musicals. Only we could spend that long doing that and never get bored :)
Plus it looks like we will probably be going down to London to see 'Wicked' on January 28th. This will be my third (and probably final) time of seeing it, but Lucy's first. It's my Christmas/Birthday present to her and I am VERY EXCITED!!! I haven't been properly to London since 30th August. Woop.
And I just bought the first series boxset of Doctor Who from eBay for £20. YAYYY. Can't wait to get it... I'm saving up for the other series. Everything's actually pretty good at the moment.
:)
Last night I went to the theatre. The Courtyard Theatre to be precise. My friend Lucy and I went to see Don John by the Kneehigh Theatre Company and it was fantastic. Hard to explain plotwise, but there were so many amazing 'theatrical devices' used that it kept you hooked throughout.
I stayed at Lucy's house for the night and we spent most of our time just standing or sitting in her room miming along to songs from musicals. Only we could spend that long doing that and never get bored :)
Plus it looks like we will probably be going down to London to see 'Wicked' on January 28th. This will be my third (and probably final) time of seeing it, but Lucy's first. It's my Christmas/Birthday present to her and I am VERY EXCITED!!! I haven't been properly to London since 30th August. Woop.
And I just bought the first series boxset of Doctor Who from eBay for £20. YAYYY. Can't wait to get it... I'm saving up for the other series. Everything's actually pretty good at the moment.
:)
Monday, 5 January 2009
Blah.
I can't believe it. School tomorrow. I was hoping this day would never come. I have mock exams for the next two weeks. Great. At least they're only pretend. But so are ghosts and I don't particularly like them either. But it does mean that when I don't have an exam, I don't have to go to school. Most of the time I will have an exam, but I don't have any on Friday so I get the whole day off. Mwahahaha.
This christmas holiday has been fantastic. I've had so much fun, and I've also had a lot of fun just doing nothing at all for days on end. I love that. I think it's important just not to really do anything for a while sometimes. It cleanses the mind. Although, in the past week and a half, I only left the house once, to go to my Dad's finacée's house for New Year. Therefore, I decided that today I should go into town, because otherwise I'd get another big shock when I step outside the door tomorrow morning and find fresh air pouring into my lungs for the first time in so long it must be unhealthy. I'm already gonna have a big shock tomorrow when I have to wake up at 6.30 am again. Let's just say that by the time I have finished my first exam tomorrow, I would normally still be in bed.
Not only am I not ready mentally for school, I'm not ready... physically? I don't know if that's the right way to put it... but basically I don't have any of my stuff ready... In fact I've pretty much forgotten what I wear to school, which is scary, since I've been wearing the same thing everyday for the past five years (not exactly the same thing obviously... unfortunately there's no way I would be able to fit into my year 7 uniform now). I haven't packed my bag... in fact, I don't even know where it is... I've tidied my room so many times this holiday (I have to try to tidy it regularly cos it doesn't take long for it to get back to its messy state) that it could really be anywhere. In truth, which is a sentence starter I have never used before and probably never will again, it seems so long since the end of last term that it is taking a lot to try to remember everything. Most people would say that the holiday has seemed really short, but I try to bury all memory of school as soon as possible, so it makes it seem very long. It's not necessarily a good thing, as it takes me a lot longer to get back into the swing of things. I'll probably just about be getting back into it by the time half term starts. If I'm lucky.
Another case of verbal diahorrea from me there... I think I only really write a lot when I'm trying to avoid actually working. That happens a lot to me actually... I have the sudden urge to empty the dishwasher or thoroughly clean the inside of the bread bin when I have an important deadline the next day. And we don't even have a bread bin.
So until next time... I need to think of a way to sign off.
This christmas holiday has been fantastic. I've had so much fun, and I've also had a lot of fun just doing nothing at all for days on end. I love that. I think it's important just not to really do anything for a while sometimes. It cleanses the mind. Although, in the past week and a half, I only left the house once, to go to my Dad's finacée's house for New Year. Therefore, I decided that today I should go into town, because otherwise I'd get another big shock when I step outside the door tomorrow morning and find fresh air pouring into my lungs for the first time in so long it must be unhealthy. I'm already gonna have a big shock tomorrow when I have to wake up at 6.30 am again. Let's just say that by the time I have finished my first exam tomorrow, I would normally still be in bed.
Not only am I not ready mentally for school, I'm not ready... physically? I don't know if that's the right way to put it... but basically I don't have any of my stuff ready... In fact I've pretty much forgotten what I wear to school, which is scary, since I've been wearing the same thing everyday for the past five years (not exactly the same thing obviously... unfortunately there's no way I would be able to fit into my year 7 uniform now). I haven't packed my bag... in fact, I don't even know where it is... I've tidied my room so many times this holiday (I have to try to tidy it regularly cos it doesn't take long for it to get back to its messy state) that it could really be anywhere. In truth, which is a sentence starter I have never used before and probably never will again, it seems so long since the end of last term that it is taking a lot to try to remember everything. Most people would say that the holiday has seemed really short, but I try to bury all memory of school as soon as possible, so it makes it seem very long. It's not necessarily a good thing, as it takes me a lot longer to get back into the swing of things. I'll probably just about be getting back into it by the time half term starts. If I'm lucky.
Another case of verbal diahorrea from me there... I think I only really write a lot when I'm trying to avoid actually working. That happens a lot to me actually... I have the sudden urge to empty the dishwasher or thoroughly clean the inside of the bread bin when I have an important deadline the next day. And we don't even have a bread bin.
So until next time... I need to think of a way to sign off.
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