Happy New Year!

Just a brief happy new year, before I get on with writing my bananas part 2! (exiting stuff ladies and gentlemen!)

Best of luck with all your new years resolutions, and congratulations on making it to brand spanking new decade, this is the second I've seen in so far, admittedly I was only 7 at the beginning of the millenium but still...

I beg to differ

Personally I think limes taste better, but as a lime you won't get eaten!

Bananas (part 1)

I like bananas!

"Half past 12 and I'm watching the late show"

Ah! its been a while, and it seems that I'm procrastinating again! tsch, I really should be doing that essay that is due in first period this morning. Instead it is half and hour past midnight, and I am really not that focused
I'm listening to the Mamma Mia! soundtrack and rather enjoying the feeling of order that has slightly overtaken my room, admittedly it is not yet tidy, but still, I feel that I have made a valuable contribution to its overall mess-less-ness. in sorting out folders and cupboards and that dreaded hiding place under the bed!
Since June many many things have changed. Firstly and most significantly I have started my A levels at QKS (brand new school, although it already feels like I have been there years". I have found that I am rather enjoying the somewhat messy start I have achieved at QKS, although I just about catching up with myself. I have been extremely busy recently and it feels like I have stopped and the world has carried on without me, all the way to christmas which is now just a week away, I must be THE most unprepared person on the planet having not even started thinking about christmas shopping yet, (although we got the tree up early this year!). With my first exam next term, I'm not particularly looking forward to next term, I am however extremely grateful for the holidays being just days away. Feelins slightly robbed though, as it turns out I am working almost everyday :( with just tuesday and christmas day of in the first week, and no double pay! (although the fact that I love my job makes up for this slightly).While we mention it, there is change number 2, I am now employed! I now work in Jessops, selling people cameras and learning about something I am genuinly interested in :D

On that not, I had better get back to something else I am genuinly interested (HA.) and write this damned essay!

Aloha goodbye :D

The Cat Thing

My Friend found my “cat thing” amusing

So I thought I’d Share it

I have 3 cats, not normal cats, but 3 completely different and definatly not normal cats

FAT CAT aka Molly, is my Cat, today the vet finally confirmed what I have known for years, that my cat is indeed overweight. Molly resembles a giant ball of fluff from behind. We find it impossible to make her lose weight, since in fact, we don’t actually feed her. Confusing much?

OLD SENILE CAT aka Mork, We have had mork since he was about 4 years old. He is Now 16 and thouroughly senile. Mork wanders into the house screaming, yes actually screaming, when he wants food. He stands infront of the T.V for hours on end, for reasons best known for himself. He Wets himself on his way the vets in the pet carrier, and then instead of avoiding it at all costs, sits in it, the poor vet had to clean him up, after ordealing his screaming over a blood test. she returned to the room saying "it was all my fault".

THE CAT THAT THINKS HE IS A DOG aka Moses. Moses is described by our vet as “the perfect example of a cat”. HAHA . Moses follows us when we take our dog for a walk. In fact Moses adores our dog. Moses is in fact in love with our dog. They Kiss. They Hug. They follow each other round the garden. All this despite the fact that they are both males. Normal Cat behaviour? I think not

I think though, actually, I prefer having 3 weird cats. I think its much more interesting than having cats that just behave, well, like cats :)

Statistics

#I thought you might be interested in some of the stats in my life right now

5- Exams left! wooooop!

4- times I walked the distance between my house and my school today :S

3- times I have thought "I really should practice ballet, I'm so not feeling flexible today" then not acted on it

2- I bought 2 cherry lollipops

1- Murder mystery book, owned by my mum, that turned out to be "hard core porn"

The Beginning of the Beginning?

It just suddenly hit me that this past week was the beginning of what all year 11’s nationwide have spent the past 5 years working towards; final exams.

Oh Dear -The 2 words which basically sum up the amount of effort I have put into my lessons recently.

Oh Crap - The 2 words that come to mind when I think about revision

Oh Shit- results day

Need I say more?

Quite simply. Yes. I am who I am, and the person I am always has more to say than completely necessary. Because despite the fact I am completely useless at revising, and the amount of worthwhile time I have actually spent in lessons being well; lets just say minimal. I have a good feeling about exams. It isn't because I feel I am going to do well - ha - that would be nice. It isn't because I am not worried about the outcome - beleive me I am. It is quite simply because I am ready for this. I am ready for a ten week break. I am ready for the end of things that seem irrelevent to me, yet have been forced upon me for the past 2 years. I am ready to start something new.

I am so ready.

I just don't know what it is I'm about to start.

Changes, Revolution, Revival.

Recently I have been looking at the term “Changes” for my GCSE art exam, at first I thought about the obvious things you’d look at when you thought about a visual representation of the term, things like growth and decay, ageing, history and flip books. But my mind started wandering (as it often does) to changes of a different sort, protests and changes of heart, changes of culture, The more I thought about change, the more I wanted change, the more I craved change, the more I wanted to tear the clinging grasping fingers of the traditionalists away from their tradition, the more I wanted the foundations on which our everyday lives are based around to be shaken beyond all force, and be ripped from our feet., and to build my everyday life on a new and fresh ground. The more I thought about change, the more I wanted change, the more I wanted a revival.

"Life is like a chocolate box, you never know what your gonna get"

To be honest, I don’t think I have ever disagreed with a statement more, right now it seem every morning I have to drag myself out of bed with the same dread for the day as I had the day before, I head out into the cold harsh world, to do my paper round, usually this involves buckets of rain being constantly chucked on my head. Then I go to school, where I’m submitted to the constant nagging of teachers, which I have become so used to its no more than an annoying drone, which occasionally reminds me I have detention tomorrow. Once home I tend to spend my entire life focused on doing absolutely nothing, a nothing which is occasionally interrupted with phone calls, little sisters and my mum.I know almost exactly what is going to happen every single day of the week, I never have the joy of a simple suprise and I can almost guarantee that novthing new will happen in the next week. Life will carry on in the same boring way it has done since the summer holidays ended, nothing new, nothing interesting.So once just once, I seriously wish that something, exiting and fun would happen, anything would do, just so long as it prolonged normal life just for a few days, a few short days in which I could possibly get my life (and my head) back together.