Still ill today, though not as bad as I was last night. I was going to try to go to school for my afternoon lessons, because I have drama and we are performing our final coursework piece on Wednesday, but I just couldn't handle the train journey to get there. Hopefully this way I'll have a bit more time to recover, and won't get ill again, as the next week is SO IMPORTANT. I cannot miss it.
I am also glad I stayed home as I watched the handing over ceremony of power to the US in Iraq, which means the Brits are coming home! I like watching BBC News 24 sometimes, as it means I can watch historic moments such as this as and when they happen. Also, I get to see a story break, which is then reported on the normal news later, and I can say "I saw that when it happened", which I find very exciting. Does that sound strange? Either way, I'm happy that our troops are coming home.
Today is the last day of April, which officially means the end of Blog Every Day April. This doesn't really effect me: I have 8 more days of my Blog Almost Every Day April And Part Of May, but I'm going to miss reading people's blogs and watching their vlogs everyday. On the other hand, it does mean I will spend less time doing this. On that subject, just at the time I give up Facebook and Twitter for 46 days, my favourite musical goes and gets a facebook and a twitter page. Typical.
Anyway, I should go. Sleep. Yum.
Days of compulsory education left: 4
Days of Charlotte's Internet Challenge: 4- only 42 to go!
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Day 21: Illness
Now have fever as well as horribly sore throat. Am only on computer as I need to write and essay, and I didn't want to miss a day. Hopefully will be better tomorrow. Fail :(
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Day 20: Early Days
So as I mentioned yesterday, I am going to the theatre tonight. I'm going to see 'As You Like It' and then staying at a friend's house afterwards, which is why I am writing my blog now.
It may not seem a different time to you that I am writing this, since you can read it at any time you want, but for me it is 7.12 in the morning. I'm just getting ready for school now- have to leave in fifteen minutes, so this will be short and rubbish.
I have my terminal task today (have to write song in half an hour then perform it) but I'm not too worried at the moment. I can only do what I can, and I can't really prepare that much for it, so I think that I am as ready as I will ever be. But once I've done this today, I will have already completed 75% of my Music GCSE. The other 25% is done in my exam, which happens to be the first exam I have, which is good as I will have the least pressure in the one as it is worth the least. Since I normally find the first exam the hardest in terms of pressure, it's good that I shouldn't do this time so I can just get into the routine.
Anyway better go now, wish me luck!
It may not seem a different time to you that I am writing this, since you can read it at any time you want, but for me it is 7.12 in the morning. I'm just getting ready for school now- have to leave in fifteen minutes, so this will be short and rubbish.
I have my terminal task today (have to write song in half an hour then perform it) but I'm not too worried at the moment. I can only do what I can, and I can't really prepare that much for it, so I think that I am as ready as I will ever be. But once I've done this today, I will have already completed 75% of my Music GCSE. The other 25% is done in my exam, which happens to be the first exam I have, which is good as I will have the least pressure in the one as it is worth the least. Since I normally find the first exam the hardest in terms of pressure, it's good that I shouldn't do this time so I can just get into the routine.
Anyway better go now, wish me luck!
Monday, 27 April 2009
Day 19: Day of Realisation
So when I woke up this morning, something totally unexpected happened.
I realised how soon exams are.
I know that I often talk about exams, and I don't really want to anymore, but I wanted to celebrate the fact that FINALLY, 16 days before my first exam, I have realised that I am about to actually have to do some work.
However, there's not much you can really do about it at six o'clock in the morning, so this called for a list to be made. You see, I also have quite a few other things going on at the moment, including my final Drama coursework performance next week, and my Music Terminal Task (I have to write a song in half an hour to get 15% of my Music GCSE mark) tomorrow. Normally, I would be stressing at this point, especially since I am out tomorrow at the theatre, which means that I will lose an entire evening of potential work time, but I'm not stressed right now. That is because today, I feel, has been rather productive.
I had a Biology mock this morning, which went terribly, which is extremely worrying considering it is the only subject I have properly revised. I then had a chemistry practical, which could potentially be part of my GCSE, which also went terribly as I had to work on my own, despite my fear of chemicals and the fact that I had no IDEA what the hell I was doing. I still don't. But I did it, and my teacher said she was proud of me :) (when I say I'm scared of chemistry practicals, I mean I literally freeze and just want to leave. I don't even want to sit and watch, but I have to. But that's another story...) However, all the rubbishness of the morning was soon forgotten, as I discovered that that was the LAST chemistry practical I EVER have to do in my LIFE. Which makes me happy.
I then had my LAST EVER P.E. lesson, which made me happy. I don't hate sport, but I just hate P.E. lessons. I won't discuss that on here though for fear of upsetting people...
The rest of the day wasn't particularly special, but this evening I have only wasted about 10 minutes of my time, which makes me VERY happy. I feel kinda relieved without all of my other websites now. It's not like I needed them, I just checked them out of habit. I would go on Facebook or twitter just to have a quick look and then end up spending ages on them. It's only Day 1 of the four websites challenge, but I think it will go well.
However, I am still in the internet habit. When I see or hear something, I have to decide what to do with this information. Some I obviously keep to myself/ tell the relavant person, but more trivial things that I have to let out of my system need a release. Some things I think might interest or are directed at my friends, so I Facebook it. There are somethings that I don't think are particularly interesting, but that I have to let out, so I Twitter it and allow it to get lost in cyberspace. Other things I want to blog about, but by the time I come to write a blog, I have forgotten them. These things get lost in the recycle bin of my mind.
I want to try to get out of this. Whilst I don't think that there is anything wrong with expressing ourselves on the internet, I don't want to get so into the habit of it that I can't break it. Already today there have been things that I have wanted to go on Facebook for, which is BAD. But I feel free. Yippee.
Anyway, tis getting late and I need my sleep. Shall talk to you tomorrow, infact, in the MORNING of tomorrow. I mean, BEFORE NOON. That must be a first.
Days of compulsory education left- 7
I realised how soon exams are.
I know that I often talk about exams, and I don't really want to anymore, but I wanted to celebrate the fact that FINALLY, 16 days before my first exam, I have realised that I am about to actually have to do some work.
However, there's not much you can really do about it at six o'clock in the morning, so this called for a list to be made. You see, I also have quite a few other things going on at the moment, including my final Drama coursework performance next week, and my Music Terminal Task (I have to write a song in half an hour to get 15% of my Music GCSE mark) tomorrow. Normally, I would be stressing at this point, especially since I am out tomorrow at the theatre, which means that I will lose an entire evening of potential work time, but I'm not stressed right now. That is because today, I feel, has been rather productive.
I had a Biology mock this morning, which went terribly, which is extremely worrying considering it is the only subject I have properly revised. I then had a chemistry practical, which could potentially be part of my GCSE, which also went terribly as I had to work on my own, despite my fear of chemicals and the fact that I had no IDEA what the hell I was doing. I still don't. But I did it, and my teacher said she was proud of me :) (when I say I'm scared of chemistry practicals, I mean I literally freeze and just want to leave. I don't even want to sit and watch, but I have to. But that's another story...) However, all the rubbishness of the morning was soon forgotten, as I discovered that that was the LAST chemistry practical I EVER have to do in my LIFE. Which makes me happy.
I then had my LAST EVER P.E. lesson, which made me happy. I don't hate sport, but I just hate P.E. lessons. I won't discuss that on here though for fear of upsetting people...
The rest of the day wasn't particularly special, but this evening I have only wasted about 10 minutes of my time, which makes me VERY happy. I feel kinda relieved without all of my other websites now. It's not like I needed them, I just checked them out of habit. I would go on Facebook or twitter just to have a quick look and then end up spending ages on them. It's only Day 1 of the four websites challenge, but I think it will go well.
However, I am still in the internet habit. When I see or hear something, I have to decide what to do with this information. Some I obviously keep to myself/ tell the relavant person, but more trivial things that I have to let out of my system need a release. Some things I think might interest or are directed at my friends, so I Facebook it. There are somethings that I don't think are particularly interesting, but that I have to let out, so I Twitter it and allow it to get lost in cyberspace. Other things I want to blog about, but by the time I come to write a blog, I have forgotten them. These things get lost in the recycle bin of my mind.
I want to try to get out of this. Whilst I don't think that there is anything wrong with expressing ourselves on the internet, I don't want to get so into the habit of it that I can't break it. Already today there have been things that I have wanted to go on Facebook for, which is BAD. But I feel free. Yippee.
Anyway, tis getting late and I need my sleep. Shall talk to you tomorrow, infact, in the MORNING of tomorrow. I mean, BEFORE NOON. That must be a first.
Days of compulsory education left- 7
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Day 18: Hello, Mr Guilt
I love my bedroom. It is the one room in the world that symbolises me- it contains all my belongings, is painted my favourite colour (yellow) and has pictures and other things I like stuck up on the surfaces that won't get too damaged by blu tack. Basically, if you walked into my room, you would know that it belonged to me.
Not only does it symbolise me, but it is also the place that I spend 85% of my time when I am home. It is perfect. However, recently, I don't want to be here.
You see, every time I come into my room, Guilt is waiting for me. Sometimes he's sitting on my bed. Sometimes he's hiding under it. Sometimes he's sitting in my chair, which is particularly annoying as we then have to argue for a bit until he finally gets up and lets me sit down. I've asked him politely to leave, but he's not going anywhere. He says he's staying here until the 11th of June, which coincidentally is the date of my last exam.
I don't think it's just coincidence that Guilt has promised to stay that long. You see, the other reason that you can tell this is my room is by its distinct lack of any evidence of work or revision. I have three quarters of one of my wardrobe doors covered in post it notes, reminding me about one half of the Biology I have to learn, and I have a couple of pointers about 'How to Write a Drama Essay' on the other wardrobe door, and a small messy pile of revision textbooks covered in dust on top of a shelf. But that's it.
17 days.
17 days until my first exam.
But I CAN'T revise. It's impossible. And I HATE that.
So I have to do something about it.
You know I mentioned I was going to cut down on internet usage? Well now I really am, BIG time.
Until 11th of June 2009, I am only allowed to go on four websites:
-YouTube
-Hotmail
-Blogger
-BBC
Now this may seem a bit feeble, since I could still quite easily waste my time on these sites, but let me explain. Blogger I have to come on, it being Blog Almost Every Day April And Part Of May and all. Hotmail I also have to go on to check my emails, which takes on average 30 seconds a day, so that should be ok. BBC includes BBC Bitesize, which I will probably turn to in times of need. As for YouTube (and also BBC iPlayer, I'm sure you were probably thinking about that too), well, I need a break sometime. I am not someone who can keep going and going and going. My brain has to have a break sometime.
This does also exclude Facebook and Twitter, two of my biggest wastes of time recently. So in all, I think that this will cut down internet usage dramatically.
I should also note that any website I am required to use for homework is allowed, and also Google, although I have the Google toolbar, so this is technically not going on the website.
OH NO. I forgot Wikipedia. And so many others. This is gonna be tougher than I thought...
But it will happen. 46 days of only four websites. It can be done, right?
Not only does it symbolise me, but it is also the place that I spend 85% of my time when I am home. It is perfect. However, recently, I don't want to be here.
You see, every time I come into my room, Guilt is waiting for me. Sometimes he's sitting on my bed. Sometimes he's hiding under it. Sometimes he's sitting in my chair, which is particularly annoying as we then have to argue for a bit until he finally gets up and lets me sit down. I've asked him politely to leave, but he's not going anywhere. He says he's staying here until the 11th of June, which coincidentally is the date of my last exam.
I don't think it's just coincidence that Guilt has promised to stay that long. You see, the other reason that you can tell this is my room is by its distinct lack of any evidence of work or revision. I have three quarters of one of my wardrobe doors covered in post it notes, reminding me about one half of the Biology I have to learn, and I have a couple of pointers about 'How to Write a Drama Essay' on the other wardrobe door, and a small messy pile of revision textbooks covered in dust on top of a shelf. But that's it.
17 days.
17 days until my first exam.
But I CAN'T revise. It's impossible. And I HATE that.
So I have to do something about it.
You know I mentioned I was going to cut down on internet usage? Well now I really am, BIG time.
Until 11th of June 2009, I am only allowed to go on four websites:
-YouTube
-Hotmail
-Blogger
-BBC
Now this may seem a bit feeble, since I could still quite easily waste my time on these sites, but let me explain. Blogger I have to come on, it being Blog Almost Every Day April And Part Of May and all. Hotmail I also have to go on to check my emails, which takes on average 30 seconds a day, so that should be ok. BBC includes BBC Bitesize, which I will probably turn to in times of need. As for YouTube (and also BBC iPlayer, I'm sure you were probably thinking about that too), well, I need a break sometime. I am not someone who can keep going and going and going. My brain has to have a break sometime.
This does also exclude Facebook and Twitter, two of my biggest wastes of time recently. So in all, I think that this will cut down internet usage dramatically.
I should also note that any website I am required to use for homework is allowed, and also Google, although I have the Google toolbar, so this is technically not going on the website.
OH NO. I forgot Wikipedia. And so many others. This is gonna be tougher than I thought...
But it will happen. 46 days of only four websites. It can be done, right?
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Day 17: Birthday Blues
So you may remember a couple of weeks ago, when I blogged on Easter Day, that I said there were three worst days of the year to be ill on: Easter, Christmas, and your birthday.
Guess which has occured.
Yes, today I turned 16. I had finally got over the mental pain of being old, but only to have it replaced by actual, real pain.
My Dad and sister have been ill for a couple of weeks now. Luckily, I hadn't caught anything from them. That is, until yesterday, when I started to get a sore throat. But I get sore throats all the time, so it wasn't too bad.
I woke up this morning, feeling fine. I had a sore throat, but otherwise I felt very well and happy. However, when I went out to have a birthday meal with my family, I started feeling not so good. My body is very good at telling me when I am about to be ill, and during lunch it was starting to say "Hey, Charlotte. I know it's your birthday and all and the worst POSSIBLE time to get ill, what with all the stuff youv'e got to do in the next two months, but just to let you know, you're not just gonna get a sore throat. Ohh no. Soon you will start to feel sick and feverish. Happy Birthday."
And that's what happened.
I got home and opened presents, which was lovely, but felt really bad. So after my Mum went home, I watched 'The Incredible Hulk' (a present from my step sister) with my Dad, and then just sat on the sofa on my own all evening. It wasn't great. But ah well. It's only a birthday.
However, it did mean I couldn't go out and buy a lottery ticket like I was planning to, but it was ok because my Mum and one of my friends had each bought me one. Unfortunately, only one of my numbers came up. Ah well.
I shouldn't really be on here now, but I didn't want to miss a day before I'd even got to the end of April. Plus, I have to try to stay awake until I can take another antibiotic. Then I'm allowed to sleep.
So, hopefully, I'll be feeling better tomorrow.
Hello sixteen year old me.
Guess which has occured.
Yes, today I turned 16. I had finally got over the mental pain of being old, but only to have it replaced by actual, real pain.
My Dad and sister have been ill for a couple of weeks now. Luckily, I hadn't caught anything from them. That is, until yesterday, when I started to get a sore throat. But I get sore throats all the time, so it wasn't too bad.
I woke up this morning, feeling fine. I had a sore throat, but otherwise I felt very well and happy. However, when I went out to have a birthday meal with my family, I started feeling not so good. My body is very good at telling me when I am about to be ill, and during lunch it was starting to say "Hey, Charlotte. I know it's your birthday and all and the worst POSSIBLE time to get ill, what with all the stuff youv'e got to do in the next two months, but just to let you know, you're not just gonna get a sore throat. Ohh no. Soon you will start to feel sick and feverish. Happy Birthday."
And that's what happened.
I got home and opened presents, which was lovely, but felt really bad. So after my Mum went home, I watched 'The Incredible Hulk' (a present from my step sister) with my Dad, and then just sat on the sofa on my own all evening. It wasn't great. But ah well. It's only a birthday.
However, it did mean I couldn't go out and buy a lottery ticket like I was planning to, but it was ok because my Mum and one of my friends had each bought me one. Unfortunately, only one of my numbers came up. Ah well.
I shouldn't really be on here now, but I didn't want to miss a day before I'd even got to the end of April. Plus, I have to try to stay awake until I can take another antibiotic. Then I'm allowed to sleep.
So, hopefully, I'll be feeling better tomorrow.
Hello sixteen year old me.
Friday, 24 April 2009
Day 16: So Long, Childhood.
So today is my final day of being fifteen. I'm trying not to stress. Last year, when I turned fifteen, I had a major mid-life crisis. This year, I am just trying to let it slip by, unnoticed.
But not here, oh no. I feel I have to honour my passing in some way.
So... LET'S GO CRAZY!
... Blog Style.
Ok, I don't know how to put pictures in here or anything... well I probably do... but I'm too tired and lazy to do it now. Hey, I'm a teenager, ok?
There will be a few changes for when I'm 16, like having to pay adult fares (and for someone who uses public transport to get everywhere, this is a big thing), but there are also some benefits. I have been doing research! (*looks proud*)
At 16:
You can have a full time job if you have officially left school.
You can live independently, subject to certain conditions being met.
You can get married with your parents' or guardians' consent.
You can ride a moped of up to 50ccs.
You can pilot a glider.
You can apply for your own passport.
You can have beer or cider whilst eating a meal in a restaurant or an eating area of a pub, but not in the bar.
Many of those won't apply to me... but it's nice to have the option. Today, I would be put in prison for pilotting a glider. But tomorrow... well, tomorrow is a different matter :)
I will also be able to buy a lottery ticket. I will do so tomorrow. It would be great if I won first time... the rest of my family who have been waiting all their lives... mwahahaha!!!
This has helped me feel a bit more positive. I mean, I'm not legally an adult until I'm 18, but it suddenly feels like I'm going to be old. Thing is, I NEVER have to be growed up. And I never will be. I am getting younger and younger in my head everyday, and long may that continue!
I was hoping this would be a much better blog today, but my Blogger keeps messing up, so it isn't. Sorry about that. Anyway, to make up for it, here is today's...
SONG OF THE DAYYY!!!
'Whyyawannabringmedown?' - Kelly Clarkson
cos apart from being a great song, it should win an award for being the longest song title since 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'
But not here, oh no. I feel I have to honour my passing in some way.
So... LET'S GO CRAZY!
... Blog Style.
Ok, I don't know how to put pictures in here or anything... well I probably do... but I'm too tired and lazy to do it now. Hey, I'm a teenager, ok?
There will be a few changes for when I'm 16, like having to pay adult fares (and for someone who uses public transport to get everywhere, this is a big thing), but there are also some benefits. I have been doing research! (*looks proud*)
At 16:
You can have a full time job if you have officially left school.
You can live independently, subject to certain conditions being met.
You can get married with your parents' or guardians' consent.
You can ride a moped of up to 50ccs.
You can pilot a glider.
You can apply for your own passport.
You can have beer or cider whilst eating a meal in a restaurant or an eating area of a pub, but not in the bar.
Many of those won't apply to me... but it's nice to have the option. Today, I would be put in prison for pilotting a glider. But tomorrow... well, tomorrow is a different matter :)
I will also be able to buy a lottery ticket. I will do so tomorrow. It would be great if I won first time... the rest of my family who have been waiting all their lives... mwahahaha!!!
This has helped me feel a bit more positive. I mean, I'm not legally an adult until I'm 18, but it suddenly feels like I'm going to be old. Thing is, I NEVER have to be growed up. And I never will be. I am getting younger and younger in my head everyday, and long may that continue!
I was hoping this would be a much better blog today, but my Blogger keeps messing up, so it isn't. Sorry about that. Anyway, to make up for it, here is today's...
SONG OF THE DAYYY!!!
'Whyyawannabringmedown?' - Kelly Clarkson
cos apart from being a great song, it should win an award for being the longest song title since 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Day 15: A Prologue
So a couple of days ago I said that I was pretending to be an author whilst wondering around the city. Because I have nothing to tell you about, and I don't want to moan about school AGAIN, here is what I scribbled down in my notebook as I sat in a coffee shop, being all author-like (without the good writing skills, of course).
A Prologue of a Non-Existent Story:
"You want to know more about me?" she said clearly, keeping eye contact with the Policeman. The small plastic table kept them apart as they sat in the dark, damp interrogation room. The Policeman was growing ever more impatient.
"What I really want to know is how you did it," he replied, "but it would be nice to know your name. Where you come from."
"I am called lots of things. I have many names. I come from everywhere and nowhere." she said with a cheeky smile, her eyes glowing mischeviously. The Policeman slammed his fist on the table. The tape recorder shook. Her smile remained.
"I am fed up of playing games, Miss!" he shouted, his face turning red. "It's been six hours now. Tell me your name."
The smile had gone, but the mischief still shone through her more serious expression. There was a moment of silence, and then: "I am no one. You don't even know my name. You've got it wrong." she was whispering now, staring at him. He whispered back angrily, spit flying as he spoke.
"We saw you, Miss. We're not wrong. Now stop messing about, stop playing games and tell me. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
Silence.
"Don't you think that life is just one big game, Officer?" she said, all hints of smile and mischief now gone. "Everybody hides behind names, clothes, make up. You do something good, you get a reward. More money. More points. You use these points, this money, to buy things. Upgrade. You laugh, you cry, but in the end it's Game Over for everyone."
Silence.
"Tell me your name, now," the Policeman eventually said through gritted teeth, "and enough with the philosophical crap."
"You're in for a long wait, Officer." she replied, now looking sad. She stared down at the table. The officer muttered angrily under his breath, stopped the tape and left the room. Through the door. Slam.
She was alone again.
A Prologue of a Non-Existent Story:
"You want to know more about me?" she said clearly, keeping eye contact with the Policeman. The small plastic table kept them apart as they sat in the dark, damp interrogation room. The Policeman was growing ever more impatient.
"What I really want to know is how you did it," he replied, "but it would be nice to know your name. Where you come from."
"I am called lots of things. I have many names. I come from everywhere and nowhere." she said with a cheeky smile, her eyes glowing mischeviously. The Policeman slammed his fist on the table. The tape recorder shook. Her smile remained.
"I am fed up of playing games, Miss!" he shouted, his face turning red. "It's been six hours now. Tell me your name."
The smile had gone, but the mischief still shone through her more serious expression. There was a moment of silence, and then: "I am no one. You don't even know my name. You've got it wrong." she was whispering now, staring at him. He whispered back angrily, spit flying as he spoke.
"We saw you, Miss. We're not wrong. Now stop messing about, stop playing games and tell me. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
Silence.
"Don't you think that life is just one big game, Officer?" she said, all hints of smile and mischief now gone. "Everybody hides behind names, clothes, make up. You do something good, you get a reward. More money. More points. You use these points, this money, to buy things. Upgrade. You laugh, you cry, but in the end it's Game Over for everyone."
Silence.
"Tell me your name, now," the Policeman eventually said through gritted teeth, "and enough with the philosophical crap."
"You're in for a long wait, Officer." she replied, now looking sad. She stared down at the table. The officer muttered angrily under his breath, stopped the tape and left the room. Through the door. Slam.
She was alone again.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Day 14: Looking Back
I am currently in the process of making my yearbook page. An A4 page with things about me and the past five years at school. It has actually got me reminiscing about the time I have spent at that school. It seems like a lifetime that I've been there now, and I guess in a way it is. I started there a completely different person than who I am today. It's as if I have been reborn. Kinda.
It's so easy to only remember the bad stuff. And as I mentioned in my blog yesterday, my brain is particularly skilled at remembering the bad times. But looking back through photos of the past few years has helped me remembered things that I had forgotten- and a time when everything was so happy and carefree. The most annoying thing about it though, is that, at the time, I had no idea how happy and carefree those times were, and I will never experience those times again. Even more annoying, I know that I will look back on my life today in two years' time and say how carefree it was then. Everything just builds up in life, and even when you feel tired and stressed out, in years to come these days will seem amazing in comparison.
So why can't I just enjoy it? These are the happiest times of my life, and yet all I really want to do is sleep and stay away from it all. It seems a shame really. I wish I could just relax, but I can't. My only fear is that, one day, when the stress is ten times worse, I will finally explode...
Yet another dull, moany blog post. Wait until the weekend. I'll be happy then :)
It's so easy to only remember the bad stuff. And as I mentioned in my blog yesterday, my brain is particularly skilled at remembering the bad times. But looking back through photos of the past few years has helped me remembered things that I had forgotten- and a time when everything was so happy and carefree. The most annoying thing about it though, is that, at the time, I had no idea how happy and carefree those times were, and I will never experience those times again. Even more annoying, I know that I will look back on my life today in two years' time and say how carefree it was then. Everything just builds up in life, and even when you feel tired and stressed out, in years to come these days will seem amazing in comparison.
So why can't I just enjoy it? These are the happiest times of my life, and yet all I really want to do is sleep and stay away from it all. It seems a shame really. I wish I could just relax, but I can't. My only fear is that, one day, when the stress is ten times worse, I will finally explode...
Yet another dull, moany blog post. Wait until the weekend. I'll be happy then :)
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Day 13: Dear Brain.
Dear Brain,
You have got me through the past (nearly) sixteen years pretty well. For the first thirteen of those years, you soaked up information like a sponge, which was very helpful, and has allowed me to do some good things, so thank you. However, now, when I need information more than any other time in my life, you seem to reject it. We need to talk about this.
First of all, I have things I need to remember. Things like drama essays, making props, blogging every day. Now you're even starting to forget birthdays, which used to be your specialist subject. Also, I have these big exams coming up. Like, really big. Probably not the biggest or most important in my entire life, but without them I won't be able to go on to those bigger, more important exams, so I kinda need your cooperation please. Oh, and these exams are in 11 different subjects. No pressure.
You're great at letting me dream about other worlds, worlds where I don't have to go to school every day and I can live in London and go to the theatre and do amazing things. That's great. It gets me through life. But please can you make it a bit easier when I have to return to reality? Please try to be happy- it's not our dream life (i.e. a life without school), but it's better than a lot of people's lives, so we should be grateful and appreciative. Ok?
Also, you know those memories of the past you have stored in the archives? Is it possible you could remember the happy ones and delete the sad ones please? Because I'm fed up of only remembering sad things. I look back on the good times of my life but only remember the bad bits. Can we fix that please? Thanks.
You're a good brain, but we need to stop relying on post it notes to remember things. Together, we'll remember.
Thank you Brain.
You have got me through the past (nearly) sixteen years pretty well. For the first thirteen of those years, you soaked up information like a sponge, which was very helpful, and has allowed me to do some good things, so thank you. However, now, when I need information more than any other time in my life, you seem to reject it. We need to talk about this.
First of all, I have things I need to remember. Things like drama essays, making props, blogging every day. Now you're even starting to forget birthdays, which used to be your specialist subject. Also, I have these big exams coming up. Like, really big. Probably not the biggest or most important in my entire life, but without them I won't be able to go on to those bigger, more important exams, so I kinda need your cooperation please. Oh, and these exams are in 11 different subjects. No pressure.
You're great at letting me dream about other worlds, worlds where I don't have to go to school every day and I can live in London and go to the theatre and do amazing things. That's great. It gets me through life. But please can you make it a bit easier when I have to return to reality? Please try to be happy- it's not our dream life (i.e. a life without school), but it's better than a lot of people's lives, so we should be grateful and appreciative. Ok?
Also, you know those memories of the past you have stored in the archives? Is it possible you could remember the happy ones and delete the sad ones please? Because I'm fed up of only remembering sad things. I look back on the good times of my life but only remember the bad bits. Can we fix that please? Thanks.
You're a good brain, but we need to stop relying on post it notes to remember things. Together, we'll remember.
Thank you Brain.
Monday, 20 April 2009
Day 12: Doomsday. Kinda.
So as I expected, today wasn't quite that bad. I think that I might have just been lucky actually- for some reason the teachers didn't give us too much work... but enough about school.
So recently I've been wondering about my internet usage. Sounds strange, I know, but a few people who's blogs I read and videos I watch have been talking about this recently. I've known ever since I started getting into all these social networking sites and discovering the hidden wonders of the internet that it wasn't good for me. Too many distractions. Too much time wasted. So now I must cut back.
There are things I can't get rid of. YouTube for example- I love watching many of the videos on there, but I don't need to be subscribed to all of the channels I am. I simply don't watch them all. I haven't used MySpace, Bebo or MSN in a long time, but I can cut down on my Facebook time. Then there's twitter, which has been my biggest waste of time recently. I read all of these tweets but I know that, really, I'd live on quite happy without reading them. So I will follow fewer people. I will only go on Facebook occasionally. I will cut down on YouTube. Every time I go onto a new website I will think: 'Do I really need to do this?'
This all sounds very sad. It's sad that I spend this much time on the internet, and it's sad that I'm having to cut it down. It's like an addiction. But there we go, that's how sad I am. But I think it's a problem that happens to lots of people as the internet starts to grow even more. I live far away from my school and my friends. There's nothing for me to do when I get home from school, and half the time I'm too tired or homework laden to do it anyway. The internet is a nice way of bringing the world to you, of talking to friends who live miles away, of entertaining yourself and discovering new things. Now that it has become part of my life, it's harder to let go. But things come and go: Facebook replaced MySpace. Wall comments replaced MSN. Twitter replaced status updates. At the moment, I am reading more blogs than I am watching YouTube videos, although that's probably because the people who I normally watch in videos are taking part in BEDA instead.
When I think of the things we do on the internet, it sounds crazy. Watching strangers make videos of themselves? Reading what strangers have to say in blogs? Reading 140 character snippets of their lives? I could do other things. Stop wasting my time. Maybe even do some work(!). So now I will stop watching and reading about other people's lives and start living my own. I want to be myself again.
It starts tomorrow.
So recently I've been wondering about my internet usage. Sounds strange, I know, but a few people who's blogs I read and videos I watch have been talking about this recently. I've known ever since I started getting into all these social networking sites and discovering the hidden wonders of the internet that it wasn't good for me. Too many distractions. Too much time wasted. So now I must cut back.
There are things I can't get rid of. YouTube for example- I love watching many of the videos on there, but I don't need to be subscribed to all of the channels I am. I simply don't watch them all. I haven't used MySpace, Bebo or MSN in a long time, but I can cut down on my Facebook time. Then there's twitter, which has been my biggest waste of time recently. I read all of these tweets but I know that, really, I'd live on quite happy without reading them. So I will follow fewer people. I will only go on Facebook occasionally. I will cut down on YouTube. Every time I go onto a new website I will think: 'Do I really need to do this?'
This all sounds very sad. It's sad that I spend this much time on the internet, and it's sad that I'm having to cut it down. It's like an addiction. But there we go, that's how sad I am. But I think it's a problem that happens to lots of people as the internet starts to grow even more. I live far away from my school and my friends. There's nothing for me to do when I get home from school, and half the time I'm too tired or homework laden to do it anyway. The internet is a nice way of bringing the world to you, of talking to friends who live miles away, of entertaining yourself and discovering new things. Now that it has become part of my life, it's harder to let go. But things come and go: Facebook replaced MySpace. Wall comments replaced MSN. Twitter replaced status updates. At the moment, I am reading more blogs than I am watching YouTube videos, although that's probably because the people who I normally watch in videos are taking part in BEDA instead.
When I think of the things we do on the internet, it sounds crazy. Watching strangers make videos of themselves? Reading what strangers have to say in blogs? Reading 140 character snippets of their lives? I could do other things. Stop wasting my time. Maybe even do some work(!). So now I will stop watching and reading about other people's lives and start living my own. I want to be myself again.
It starts tomorrow.
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Day 11: Pre-Doomsday
So, the day has finally come. My final day of freedom. Tomorrow is The Return.
Going back to school is a feeling that I certainly won't miss when I eventually get to leave. And the day before is the worst, because the actual day itself is never as bad as you expect. The day before, however, is the Big Catch Up. Everything that you were intending to do but you never got round to doing (or just couldn't be bothered to do) has to be done. School bags have to be packed, uniform ironed, and you have to go to bed before midnight for the first time in weeks. It's hell.
However, I'm not feeling too bad at the moment. In fact, I'm feeling quite proud, because compared to previous Catch Up days, when I haven't really caught up at all, I've actually had a fairly productive day. I've done at least half of the things I needed to do, and have done everything I need to do for the next two days, so that's pretty good going. And I'm just not going to think about school. At least then I can continue the count down of days until I leave compulsory education. That's fun.
Oh dear... I get these little BBC alerts on my computer that pop up from time to time telling me the latest news. I thought it just said 'JK Rowling dies', but we're safe. I'm sorry to whoever it was who actually did die though...
Anyway, I must now continue the preparations for The Return, so I will hopefully remember to blog tomorrow. Ciao.
Song of the Day: 'Not Nineteen Forever' - The Courteeners
Because it's stuck in my head
Going back to school is a feeling that I certainly won't miss when I eventually get to leave. And the day before is the worst, because the actual day itself is never as bad as you expect. The day before, however, is the Big Catch Up. Everything that you were intending to do but you never got round to doing (or just couldn't be bothered to do) has to be done. School bags have to be packed, uniform ironed, and you have to go to bed before midnight for the first time in weeks. It's hell.
However, I'm not feeling too bad at the moment. In fact, I'm feeling quite proud, because compared to previous Catch Up days, when I haven't really caught up at all, I've actually had a fairly productive day. I've done at least half of the things I needed to do, and have done everything I need to do for the next two days, so that's pretty good going. And I'm just not going to think about school. At least then I can continue the count down of days until I leave compulsory education. That's fun.
Oh dear... I get these little BBC alerts on my computer that pop up from time to time telling me the latest news. I thought it just said 'JK Rowling dies', but we're safe. I'm sorry to whoever it was who actually did die though...
Anyway, I must now continue the preparations for The Return, so I will hopefully remember to blog tomorrow. Ciao.
Song of the Day: 'Not Nineteen Forever' - The Courteeners
Because it's stuck in my head
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Day 10: A Title
After all the rain and thunderstorms we've had the past week, it was nice to wake up with the sun shining through the curtains this morning. And I mean literally shining through the curtains- I have very thin, white curtains, so if you want a dark room, don't come into my bedroom.
Anyway, I have no idea what I was going to talk about today, so instead I will tell you two things that I have learnt today:
1. Strawberries and Cream Frappuccinos are AMAZING.
2. You can't buy blue face paint crayons ANYWHERE.
I'd like to start with the first point. After having tried to look after the two ill members of my family this morning, I decided into town to buy school things. I also bought a new notepad and pen, and decided that I wanted to pretend to be a writer for a while. So, naturally, I headed to Starbucks. Since I don't like coffee, I opted for a Frappuccino. As I was pretending to be a writer, which I am not, I also decided I should drink something un-me like. So instead of a Caramel Cream, I went for Strawberries and Cream. God, this is so boring. Anyway it was nice blah blah blah you should definitely try one.
Shame whilst I was pretending to be a writer that I didn't gain any writing skills isn't it? Anyway, second point...
I NEED BLUE FACE PAINT CRAYONS FOR MY DRAMA AND I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE. Although I did pop into the Early Learning Centre and discovered that pots of face paint are cheaper there than from where I normally buy them, so all is not lost :)
Anyway, I may as well end this ever-so boring blog post here and try to remember what it was I was going to write about for tomorrow.
Ciao.
Song of the Day- 'Ready' - Kelly Clarkson.
Because it is happy :)
Anyway, I have no idea what I was going to talk about today, so instead I will tell you two things that I have learnt today:
1. Strawberries and Cream Frappuccinos are AMAZING.
2. You can't buy blue face paint crayons ANYWHERE.
I'd like to start with the first point. After having tried to look after the two ill members of my family this morning, I decided into town to buy school things. I also bought a new notepad and pen, and decided that I wanted to pretend to be a writer for a while. So, naturally, I headed to Starbucks. Since I don't like coffee, I opted for a Frappuccino. As I was pretending to be a writer, which I am not, I also decided I should drink something un-me like. So instead of a Caramel Cream, I went for Strawberries and Cream. God, this is so boring. Anyway it was nice blah blah blah you should definitely try one.
Shame whilst I was pretending to be a writer that I didn't gain any writing skills isn't it? Anyway, second point...
I NEED BLUE FACE PAINT CRAYONS FOR MY DRAMA AND I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE. Although I did pop into the Early Learning Centre and discovered that pots of face paint are cheaper there than from where I normally buy them, so all is not lost :)
Anyway, I may as well end this ever-so boring blog post here and try to remember what it was I was going to write about for tomorrow.
Ciao.
Song of the Day- 'Ready' - Kelly Clarkson.
Because it is happy :)
Friday, 17 April 2009
Day 9: WHY?
Why is it that late at night, whilst preparing to sleep after having wasted a whole day doing nothing, does everything suddenly become so amazing clear? I could write a blog, song, perhaps even a novel at 2 o'clock in the morning, if it weren't for the fact I was too tired to sit up. Well, that might be an exaggeration, but here's what I mean.
After turning off my computer at half midnight last night (or technically this morning if you're picky) I had a few sudden revelations. They were:
1. You go back to school on Monday.
2. You have a Music 'Terminal Task' on Tuesday which you have to write lyrics for.
3. You have a Drama essay to write for Wednesday.
4. You have four props to make for Wednesday.
5. You have 26 days until your first GCSE.
6. You have not started revising for said GCSEs.
So, of course, the panic started to set in. Of course I knew that my exams were coming soon- I mean, that thought of impending doom likes to sit in my head and taunt me constantly, but I just didn't quite realise how close they are. All of my friends have started revising. I hadn't.
Of course, at half past midnight (or most of the time for me), it's not always easy to think straight. However, the solution came to me quite quickly: make a list.
I like making lists. It helps clear and organise my thoughts. Whether I do all of the things on the list is another matter, but at least I know what I have to do. That's a start at least. So here's how last night's list looks:
1. REVISE
2. Make laptop
3. Make 'No Photography' and 'CCTV' signs and 'Email'
4. Record Song
5. Blog
6. Learn lines
7. DRAMA ESSAY!!!
I then colour coded them in order of desperation.
There is another type of list I like to make. I call it the Issue/Solution Table. It would look something like this:
ISSUE /////////////////////////////////////////////////////SOLUTION
- My Unicorn has gone on hunger /////////1. Talk to Unicorn, help him understand that you will try to
strike to protest against the unfair ////////convince the world of the correct ways to treat pixies, but
treatment of pixies in Britain's ///////////////only if he starts eating again.
make-believe worlds. /////////////////////////////2. If that fails, let him starve. He's in your mind anyway.
And so on. These are especially useful when stressed or in a 'sticky situation', or as a kind of overflow for your brain. I have a useless brain, and so I think things through outside it when it gets too full.
Anyway. Once I had made my list last night, I felt a lot better, and slept well in the knowledge that I would wake up and have a productive day.
WRONG.
Waking up was hard enough. And whilst I have started revising now (finally) it has just dawned on me how much I actually have to learn. I have 19 exams in 11 different subjects. That's a lot of stuff to learn. I'm happy to say that I have started now, but only 45 minutes of Biology. I have yet to find a revision technique that works for me, so I always find it impossible to revise. But I am going to stop complaining now. I will tidy up my bedroom instead. Clear my head. Pfft.
Finally, because I have forgotten my new little end-of-blog feature so many times, despite leaving myself a little message by my monitor here is todays' Song of the Day :
'Mrs Nerimon' - Kristina Horner
Because it makes me smile :)
After turning off my computer at half midnight last night (or technically this morning if you're picky) I had a few sudden revelations. They were:
1. You go back to school on Monday.
2. You have a Music 'Terminal Task' on Tuesday which you have to write lyrics for.
3. You have a Drama essay to write for Wednesday.
4. You have four props to make for Wednesday.
5. You have 26 days until your first GCSE.
6. You have not started revising for said GCSEs.
So, of course, the panic started to set in. Of course I knew that my exams were coming soon- I mean, that thought of impending doom likes to sit in my head and taunt me constantly, but I just didn't quite realise how close they are. All of my friends have started revising. I hadn't.
Of course, at half past midnight (or most of the time for me), it's not always easy to think straight. However, the solution came to me quite quickly: make a list.
I like making lists. It helps clear and organise my thoughts. Whether I do all of the things on the list is another matter, but at least I know what I have to do. That's a start at least. So here's how last night's list looks:
1. REVISE
2. Make laptop
3. Make 'No Photography' and 'CCTV' signs and 'Email'
4. Record Song
5. Blog
6. Learn lines
7. DRAMA ESSAY!!!
I then colour coded them in order of desperation.
There is another type of list I like to make. I call it the Issue/Solution Table. It would look something like this:
ISSUE /////////////////////////////////////////////////////SOLUTION
- My Unicorn has gone on hunger /////////1. Talk to Unicorn, help him understand that you will try to
strike to protest against the unfair ////////convince the world of the correct ways to treat pixies, but
treatment of pixies in Britain's ///////////////only if he starts eating again.
make-believe worlds. /////////////////////////////2. If that fails, let him starve. He's in your mind anyway.
And so on. These are especially useful when stressed or in a 'sticky situation', or as a kind of overflow for your brain. I have a useless brain, and so I think things through outside it when it gets too full.
Anyway. Once I had made my list last night, I felt a lot better, and slept well in the knowledge that I would wake up and have a productive day.
WRONG.
Waking up was hard enough. And whilst I have started revising now (finally) it has just dawned on me how much I actually have to learn. I have 19 exams in 11 different subjects. That's a lot of stuff to learn. I'm happy to say that I have started now, but only 45 minutes of Biology. I have yet to find a revision technique that works for me, so I always find it impossible to revise. But I am going to stop complaining now. I will tidy up my bedroom instead. Clear my head. Pfft.
Finally, because I have forgotten my new little end-of-blog feature so many times, despite leaving myself a little message by my monitor here is todays' Song of the Day :
'Mrs Nerimon' - Kristina Horner
Because it makes me smile :)
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Day 8: Electric and Stuff
So, as always, I was actually planning to say something interesting in this blog, but then got distracted, and so now have to write it seriously quickly before it becomes Friday. So here I go.
It was announced today that the British government are going to spend £2 million on recharge posts for electric cars, and that in two years time, it could be possible for those with electric cars to claim up to £5000. This seemed a bit strange to me. First of all, I'm still not entirely sure about the whole electric car thing. Now I don't know a lot about them, but it seems to me that even by using electricity, you still have to burn some sort of fuel to get the energy. It's just that by putting the fuel straight into your car it skips a step. I think (otherwise I really don't understand the point) that electric cars are more fuel efficient than normal cars, and that you could always use renewable energy sources, but there are other problems too.
First of all, we are already under threat of power cuts because power stations cannot provide the demand we need quick enough. Secondly, an electric car can only go a certain distance before it needs recharging, which can take a long time. Especially if you're using a wind turbine. Whilst this may not be a problem for those who only have to travel short distances, for those of us who have to travel long distances it instantly becomes a problem. We could get trains/couches instead, which would reduce our carbon footprint as we are sharing with more people. However, even though I love public transport and use it everyday, sometimes it is just not an option.
It was announced today that the British government are going to spend £2 million on recharge posts for electric cars, and that in two years time, it could be possible for those with electric cars to claim up to £5000. This seemed a bit strange to me. First of all, I'm still not entirely sure about the whole electric car thing. Now I don't know a lot about them, but it seems to me that even by using electricity, you still have to burn some sort of fuel to get the energy. It's just that by putting the fuel straight into your car it skips a step. I think (otherwise I really don't understand the point) that electric cars are more fuel efficient than normal cars, and that you could always use renewable energy sources, but there are other problems too.
First of all, we are already under threat of power cuts because power stations cannot provide the demand we need quick enough. Secondly, an electric car can only go a certain distance before it needs recharging, which can take a long time. Especially if you're using a wind turbine. Whilst this may not be a problem for those who only have to travel short distances, for those of us who have to travel long distances it instantly becomes a problem. We could get trains/couches instead, which would reduce our carbon footprint as we are sharing with more people. However, even though I love public transport and use it everyday, sometimes it is just not an option.
Also, can our government really afford all of this right now? I know that sometimes it is good to spend money on new iniatives but... From a young person's, non-tax paying, not-entirely-understanding-of-the-financial-world point of view, it doesn't seem right. Why is there not enough money for textbooks and medicine but enough to put electric plugs in the street (especially when they will soon be damaged and misused)?
I am all for going green- I recycle everything I can, turn off lights etc. I want to find an alternative source but I just don't think that electric cars at this stage in their development are the right way forward. I'll do more research and come to a better conclusion tomorrow...
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Day 7: A Day in the Life of Charlotte
Charlotte woke up this morning to the sound of thunderstorms. Apparently they had been going on for a while before Charlotte awoke at 7:45, but she was oblivious. Now, you may know, although you probably don't know, that Charlotte is scared of thunderstorms. Really heavy rain, booming thunder and sudden flashes of lightning just make her feel uneasy. As the eye of the storm came closer however, she found a way to stop herself from being scared.
She daydreamed. It's true- all she had to do was dream she was somewhere and imagine she was doing something fun et voila: about ten minutes later she snapped out of the daydream to discover that the eye of the storm had passed. Still, it was another two hours before she could get out of bed, as once the storm had ceased, she kept falling asleep.
Once she had dragged herself out of bed, burnt a couple of slices of toast, slurped a big cup of strong tea and watched some morning kids' programme, she finally started to actually wake up and get herself out of the house. She took a short train ride (although she nearly missed it) into the heart of the city.
Having previously found out that one of her friends was going clothes shopping in the same city with their Mum, Charlotte had promised to stalk her friend. Her friend said there was no way that Charlotte would be able to do it, a) becuase the city is big and Charlotte is small in comparison, and b) because Charlotte has a tendancy to laugh and so couldn't follow somebody without giving herself away. Determined nonetheless, Charlotte walked around the city for nearly an hour until she came across her friend standing in a queue in a café. After getting bored of standing behind her friend, watching (and also feeling a bit weird), she then decided to surprise her friend, who also felt a bit scared of Charlotte. Not that that is unusual, to be honest. Now satisfied, Charlotte went off to complete her shopping and then returned home to laze around some more. Long live the holidays!
She daydreamed. It's true- all she had to do was dream she was somewhere and imagine she was doing something fun et voila: about ten minutes later she snapped out of the daydream to discover that the eye of the storm had passed. Still, it was another two hours before she could get out of bed, as once the storm had ceased, she kept falling asleep.
Once she had dragged herself out of bed, burnt a couple of slices of toast, slurped a big cup of strong tea and watched some morning kids' programme, she finally started to actually wake up and get herself out of the house. She took a short train ride (although she nearly missed it) into the heart of the city.
Having previously found out that one of her friends was going clothes shopping in the same city with their Mum, Charlotte had promised to stalk her friend. Her friend said there was no way that Charlotte would be able to do it, a) becuase the city is big and Charlotte is small in comparison, and b) because Charlotte has a tendancy to laugh and so couldn't follow somebody without giving herself away. Determined nonetheless, Charlotte walked around the city for nearly an hour until she came across her friend standing in a queue in a café. After getting bored of standing behind her friend, watching (and also feeling a bit weird), she then decided to surprise her friend, who also felt a bit scared of Charlotte. Not that that is unusual, to be honest. Now satisfied, Charlotte went off to complete her shopping and then returned home to laze around some more. Long live the holidays!
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Day 6... I think...
Ok, so I had no IDEA how late it is, and suddenly I realise I have less than 5 minutes until today ends and tomorrow begins and I have to write a blog. So I am going to write about hope. Quite fitting, I feel.
I've got to the point of my school life that I can't really be bothered anymore. None of the work makes sense and yet in less than a month's time I have loads of exams. I thought I was about to have a terrible few months, but it turns out I'm not, thanks to theatre.
I haven't been able to go see any shows as I was hoping to this holiday, But within the space of a month I am going to see FOUR shows! They are as follows:
28/04- As You Like It
06/05- Wicked
20/05- Quadrophenia
21/05- Julius Caesar
And whilst this isn't particularly interesting, I want to write this down so that I can remember why I should be happy and hopeful for the next month.
Hello tomorrow.
I've got to the point of my school life that I can't really be bothered anymore. None of the work makes sense and yet in less than a month's time I have loads of exams. I thought I was about to have a terrible few months, but it turns out I'm not, thanks to theatre.
I haven't been able to go see any shows as I was hoping to this holiday, But within the space of a month I am going to see FOUR shows! They are as follows:
28/04- As You Like It
06/05- Wicked
20/05- Quadrophenia
21/05- Julius Caesar
And whilst this isn't particularly interesting, I want to write this down so that I can remember why I should be happy and hopeful for the next month.
Hello tomorrow.
Monday, 13 April 2009
Day 5: Yes, now I count days
I felt better today after my strange nausea all day yesterday, so have been catching up on chocolate eating :P Also went to see 'The Boat That Rocked' and loved it... but that's not what I should have been doing. Oh no. As usual, I haven't done anything I wanted to today. Here's the list:
1. Make props for Drama coursework performance
2. Clean bedroom
3. Start revision
4. Write blog
Ok, so I'm doing number 4 now, but how many of the others do you think I've done? Half. I've only done half of number one. In fact, probably more like a quarter. So, what have I done?
Well, I woke up really late, ate breakfast, started watching 'Thunderpants', doodled, printed off a script, started making my props and gone to see a movie. Fail.
My first exam is now exactly a month away. All of my friends have started revising and yet I just mess about. To be honest, I don't know where the time has gone. I guess that's life.
Tomorrow I'm off to my friend's house to paint boxes for our set for Drama, which should be fun.
Yeah, I have nothing to talk about. I think I might start having a 'Song of the Day', since I have a new favourite song pretty much every day. That will be fun. Here goes:
Today's song of the day is: 'Jesus Was A Crossmaker' - Laura Michelle Kelly.
A different colour too... very snazz.
Til tomorrow.
1. Make props for Drama coursework performance
2. Clean bedroom
3. Start revision
4. Write blog
Ok, so I'm doing number 4 now, but how many of the others do you think I've done? Half. I've only done half of number one. In fact, probably more like a quarter. So, what have I done?
Well, I woke up really late, ate breakfast, started watching 'Thunderpants', doodled, printed off a script, started making my props and gone to see a movie. Fail.
My first exam is now exactly a month away. All of my friends have started revising and yet I just mess about. To be honest, I don't know where the time has gone. I guess that's life.
Tomorrow I'm off to my friend's house to paint boxes for our set for Drama, which should be fun.
Yeah, I have nothing to talk about. I think I might start having a 'Song of the Day', since I have a new favourite song pretty much every day. That will be fun. Here goes:
Today's song of the day is: 'Jesus Was A Crossmaker' - Laura Michelle Kelly.
A different colour too... very snazz.
Til tomorrow.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Easter Times.
So yesterday's blog failed. Sorry about that, non-existent readers.
There are three days in the year that you really don't want to be ill for: Christmas, your birthday and Easter. Today is Easter and guess how I'm feeling? I've felt sick most of the day, and I haven't even eaten any chocolate. Also my Dad has been ill all day, so today has been no different from any other day.
Not that I particularly expected it to be any different. I'm not religious, and there's nothing that you really have to do on Easter. I mean, Christmas would be weird without the dinner, or watching christmas TV because there's nothing else to do. But Easter... you don't necessarily associate it with a big dinner, TV isn't much different... even most of the shops are open. I'm not complaining but... I don't know. I guess it's just that this is the first year that we've not done an egg hunt. Normally we have to summon the easter bunny by choreographing a dance and then coming up with a chant, then performing it in front of my Dad, before waiting for the bunny to come (ie my Dad to hide the eggs) and then go find them. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? But I always love it. But now I am too old, and I guess I just don't like that. In 13 days I will be adultlike, supposedly, when in my head I am getting younger. It's tough. Especially when all your friends, even your younger sister, seem to be getting older. But I will never be a growed up. NEVER.
Ah well.
I have to say though, there is one thing seperating Easter time from the rest of the year: all those crap eggy jokes.
Eggselent.
Days of compulsory education left: 14
(Just cos I feel like it)
There are three days in the year that you really don't want to be ill for: Christmas, your birthday and Easter. Today is Easter and guess how I'm feeling? I've felt sick most of the day, and I haven't even eaten any chocolate. Also my Dad has been ill all day, so today has been no different from any other day.
Not that I particularly expected it to be any different. I'm not religious, and there's nothing that you really have to do on Easter. I mean, Christmas would be weird without the dinner, or watching christmas TV because there's nothing else to do. But Easter... you don't necessarily associate it with a big dinner, TV isn't much different... even most of the shops are open. I'm not complaining but... I don't know. I guess it's just that this is the first year that we've not done an egg hunt. Normally we have to summon the easter bunny by choreographing a dance and then coming up with a chant, then performing it in front of my Dad, before waiting for the bunny to come (ie my Dad to hide the eggs) and then go find them. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? But I always love it. But now I am too old, and I guess I just don't like that. In 13 days I will be adultlike, supposedly, when in my head I am getting younger. It's tough. Especially when all your friends, even your younger sister, seem to be getting older. But I will never be a growed up. NEVER.
Ah well.
I have to say though, there is one thing seperating Easter time from the rest of the year: all those crap eggy jokes.
Eggselent.
Days of compulsory education left: 14
(Just cos I feel like it)
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Quickie Time
I actually forgot about the BAEDAARPOM since I am now back home after spending a week at my Mum's house and everything has been erased from my mind, and I now have to go. If I return before midnight I'll write a proper blog, but for now, David Tennant + Catherine Tate = Pure Amazingness.
Friday, 10 April 2009
CHEESE.
Yeah, I need to work on blog titles...
Anyway, I've been thinking about something for a day or so, and it's actually quite a boring topic, so the fact that I have been thinking about it for so long must just mean that I have little else important to think about, which in a way is good as it means I have succeeded in relaxing properly on my holiday. Yay.
I've been thinking about cheesy stuff. I mean things like music and whatever, not food. What makes something cheesy? My Mum bought a Take That album a couple of days ago, and I was listening to it with her when my sister came in and declared that she didn't like their songs because they were cheesy, and that I was a freak cos I like cheesy music. Whilst it's true that I am a freak (though I prefer loser/nerd/nerdfighter etc. and am quite happy being crazy) I don't really find much music cheesy. I mean, I love practically all types of music (except most rap), and I admit that some stuff is just terrible. Now that I try to think of an example I can't think of one, but you know what I mean. I guess I just see the happy side of it, and whilst I know it can seem forced/ plastic/ smileysunnyisn'teverythingsolovely type sickly, I think we're just being too cynical.
Whilst growing up, I loved a band called Steps. They were a techno/pop group that song every song with smiles on their faces whilst dancing along to a simple routine. I went to two of their concerts, had all their albums, and even all of their dolls (and I don't really like dolls). When they split up on boxing day 2001, it made headline news. I was devastated.
They were very popular at the time, but whenever I reminisce with anybody about them today, they say they were too cheesy. But I listen back and remember all the sad times when putting on one of their songs made me happy. I remember locking myself in a room all day with a CD player and making up new dance routines and singing along with them in my own little world.
Nowadays I'm not sure that it would work to make me feel better. I've become too cynical in my old age. I think if I felt sad and I put on one of their songs, I'd feel like they were mocking me. It would probably be the same with any other 'cheesy song', but I wonder, can't we just push aside our cynicism and hear the happiness? I'm not sure if the performers were necessarily happy singing these songs, but I reckon they wanted to entertain us. Maybe not Steps, but most certainly things like Take That, are more just about being happy than cheesy. Most people seem to hear a happy, upbeat song and pass it off as cheesy. Stop with the cynicism, guys. Remember the child inside you! Let them out a bit!
On a totally unrelated subject, today is my meant-to-be birthday. That is, today was my due date when I was meant to be born, but I was 15 days late. I always like to acknowledge it, just because :)
Anyway, in about half an hour it will no longer be today and will instead be tomorrow. One day I will write a blog at a reasonable hour when I can actually think about what I am writing rather than simply pressing keys. Unfortunately, today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow?
Anyway, I've been thinking about something for a day or so, and it's actually quite a boring topic, so the fact that I have been thinking about it for so long must just mean that I have little else important to think about, which in a way is good as it means I have succeeded in relaxing properly on my holiday. Yay.
I've been thinking about cheesy stuff. I mean things like music and whatever, not food. What makes something cheesy? My Mum bought a Take That album a couple of days ago, and I was listening to it with her when my sister came in and declared that she didn't like their songs because they were cheesy, and that I was a freak cos I like cheesy music. Whilst it's true that I am a freak (though I prefer loser/nerd/nerdfighter etc. and am quite happy being crazy) I don't really find much music cheesy. I mean, I love practically all types of music (except most rap), and I admit that some stuff is just terrible. Now that I try to think of an example I can't think of one, but you know what I mean. I guess I just see the happy side of it, and whilst I know it can seem forced/ plastic/ smileysunnyisn'teverythingsolovely type sickly, I think we're just being too cynical.
Whilst growing up, I loved a band called Steps. They were a techno/pop group that song every song with smiles on their faces whilst dancing along to a simple routine. I went to two of their concerts, had all their albums, and even all of their dolls (and I don't really like dolls). When they split up on boxing day 2001, it made headline news. I was devastated.
They were very popular at the time, but whenever I reminisce with anybody about them today, they say they were too cheesy. But I listen back and remember all the sad times when putting on one of their songs made me happy. I remember locking myself in a room all day with a CD player and making up new dance routines and singing along with them in my own little world.
Nowadays I'm not sure that it would work to make me feel better. I've become too cynical in my old age. I think if I felt sad and I put on one of their songs, I'd feel like they were mocking me. It would probably be the same with any other 'cheesy song', but I wonder, can't we just push aside our cynicism and hear the happiness? I'm not sure if the performers were necessarily happy singing these songs, but I reckon they wanted to entertain us. Maybe not Steps, but most certainly things like Take That, are more just about being happy than cheesy. Most people seem to hear a happy, upbeat song and pass it off as cheesy. Stop with the cynicism, guys. Remember the child inside you! Let them out a bit!
On a totally unrelated subject, today is my meant-to-be birthday. That is, today was my due date when I was meant to be born, but I was 15 days late. I always like to acknowledge it, just because :)
Anyway, in about half an hour it will no longer be today and will instead be tomorrow. One day I will write a blog at a reasonable hour when I can actually think about what I am writing rather than simply pressing keys. Unfortunately, today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow?
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Bay-Daar-Pom: An Introduction
Ok, so my blog isn't exactly the best. I'm terrible at keeping it updated and I often delete it and try to start afresh. But this time, I have decided not to.
You may have heard of something called Blog Every Day April, or BEDA, made up in a random moment by author Maureen Johnson and then taken up by hundreds of people worldwide. The point is to blog (or vlog, as some people prefer) every day in April. Simples.
It's now the 9th of April (nearly the 10th... I'm running out of time...) and I have finally decided to take part in it. Mainly to try to practise blogging, and to try to actually keep myself committed to a project. Let's see how it goes.
But as I already mentioned, it's the 9th of April (still 34 minutes to go, I can make it...). Being weirdly obsessive at the most annoying of times, I would not be happy if I didn't complete a month. Therefore, I will be completing the rest of this month, and then will continue until the 8th of May! 31 days of blogging! Woop...
Naturally, as I am already going against the whole thing of blogging every day in April, I have to make a new name for the project. I was going to suggest Blog Every Day April And May, but it wasn't specific enough. I am weird.
So, I am calling it Blog Almost Every Day April And Part Of May. BAEDAAPOM. Which I like to pronounce bay-daar-pom. :)
So, here we go... the next month of my life will be full of stress and excitement, as I will be leaving school and preparing for EXAMS in that time. Oh, and it will be my birthday. :)
Now I am extremely exhausted and so, even though I would like to say something interesting, I think I'll just go to bed.
Night night :D
You may have heard of something called Blog Every Day April, or BEDA, made up in a random moment by author Maureen Johnson and then taken up by hundreds of people worldwide. The point is to blog (or vlog, as some people prefer) every day in April. Simples.
It's now the 9th of April (nearly the 10th... I'm running out of time...) and I have finally decided to take part in it. Mainly to try to practise blogging, and to try to actually keep myself committed to a project. Let's see how it goes.
But as I already mentioned, it's the 9th of April (still 34 minutes to go, I can make it...). Being weirdly obsessive at the most annoying of times, I would not be happy if I didn't complete a month. Therefore, I will be completing the rest of this month, and then will continue until the 8th of May! 31 days of blogging! Woop...
Naturally, as I am already going against the whole thing of blogging every day in April, I have to make a new name for the project. I was going to suggest Blog Every Day April And May, but it wasn't specific enough. I am weird.
So, I am calling it Blog Almost Every Day April And Part Of May. BAEDAAPOM. Which I like to pronounce bay-daar-pom. :)
So, here we go... the next month of my life will be full of stress and excitement, as I will be leaving school and preparing for EXAMS in that time. Oh, and it will be my birthday. :)
Now I am extremely exhausted and so, even though I would like to say something interesting, I think I'll just go to bed.
Night night :D
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