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Monday, 28 December 2009
Thursday, 24 December 2009
111.Susan Boyle
Susan Boyle
I remember watching Britans Got Talent with my parents, we didn't
often, only when there was nothing else my parents wanted to watch on.
Susan Boyles audition was one we didn't see.
Of course that probably wasn't her first audition as such, if britans
got talent works in a similar way to x factor she'd probably sung over
the phone, written out her life story and a billion other things
before they decided she was fit for the small screens that blare
across all our front rooms or lounges and kitchens and bedrooms.
Cheryl ( ha. 'cheryl' i talk about her as if she's a personal friend,
i wish) was recently printed saying she saw around 50 auditions a day,
there not in each place for weeks in end are they? This is another
rant for another day I suppose.
Anyway.
The britans got talent cameras introduce us to a tubby middleaged
Scottish woman sat waiting for her audition. We see her eating her
packed sandwiches, displaying her cookey personality in a short
interview with the mildly emtertaining ant and dec. Already we can
picture her audition in our heads. She'l be apaling to the point of
halarity.
So she walks on stage infront of that huge audience, and of course the
judges. At this point there's a small conversation between susan and
the judges, she does a silly little dance, announces she hopes to be
as good ar elaine paige and the British public have thier verdict.
The audience smell blood. She's going to be bad, embaressing and
halrious, quality!
She's told she can begin when she's ready. The cameras pan to the
audience then zoom on individuals. Now, I'd like to bring your
attention to one girl. She turns to her friend and pulls a face that
summs everyones feelings up. Oh dear. She must be about 15? I actually
feel a little sorry for her. Millions of people have seen that girl
pull that face, i can imagine she never hears the end of it.
The begging of a les miserables classic starts , suitibly 'i dreamed a
dream'
Susan starts the first bar.
' I dreamed a dream in time gone by......'
You can see the audiences shock as a whole, the feelling of shock
echos from the audience an they seem to move with it. the judges pull
thier practiced tv shocked faces; which I wouldn't be suprisednof
they'd practiced infront of the mirror.
She sings beautifully.
Anyone who has ever sung 'i dreamed a dream' or knows about it won't
have breathed out yet. Thier still sat on the edges of there seats
waiting, holding on a few more bars than the rest, the chorus, those 2
or 3 huge notes- if she makes those? Her life will undoubtey ever be
the same.
Of course, she glides through the notes with graceful ease you would
never have expected.
So, within 24hours susan Boyle is an internet Sensation. Everyone
who's on the Internet, or who watches tv will have seen snippets or
extracts of susans voice.
The semi finals come around and Susan has to sing again, she walks up
to the mike, the country and more waiting expectantly. The pressure
and nerves are to much it seems- she misses the first bar or so, but
she Gets into it slowly and everything turns out alright.
The week past and susan stayed in the competition, on the final night
it was Susan Boyle (or SuBo as the media nicknamed her) verses
diversity, a dance troop with some serious moves.
Diversity won.
I imagine this may have been a difficult thing to deal with tHe whole
world has been enthusing about you, then you don't win britans got
talent.
Unsuprisingly the immense media pressure seemed to get to Susan, and
if I am to believe what I am told she got angry and lashed out and
hreatened a few people. Though as the weeks went by and fame became
normality and he media lost intrest things calmed down.
Susans album came out recently and went straight to the top of the
album chart. She's in her fourth week at he top of the UK album
chart. I haven't bought it.
As although she has a beautiful voice she isn't someone or something
I'd listen to.
An implication was made the other day that susan's album had only gone
straight to the top of the charts because the public were guilt
buying. Buying to ease thier guilt for judgeing a book by it's cover.
Buying her album to set thier minds at rest, or just because they felt
bad and therefore complelled to.
Who knows, I imagine some people have, but I doubt enough to make such
an outstanding difference.
I guess that it's mostly to do with the mass publicity she gained from
britans got talent and the media reaction to her audition. Oh. And of
course mr Simon Cowel.
Overall I'm not entirley sure what the point of this post was, as most
of you are just being told thongs you already know. All I have to say
is that this event really intrested me..( I sound like such an idiot!)
The predictability of it, or not. Also just watchjgs people reaction
to thier reaction, and looking at themselves.
Ah well, theres another rambeling for you. I don't have a lot of angst
to share right now, that may soon change, I'm bag packing for the next
few days so I imagine they'l be some angry post about manners,
attitude and the shopping habit of our wonderous public.
I remember watching Britans Got Talent with my parents, we didn't
often, only when there was nothing else my parents wanted to watch on.
Susan Boyles audition was one we didn't see.
Of course that probably wasn't her first audition as such, if britans
got talent works in a similar way to x factor she'd probably sung over
the phone, written out her life story and a billion other things
before they decided she was fit for the small screens that blare
across all our front rooms or lounges and kitchens and bedrooms.
Cheryl ( ha. 'cheryl' i talk about her as if she's a personal friend,
i wish) was recently printed saying she saw around 50 auditions a day,
there not in each place for weeks in end are they? This is another
rant for another day I suppose.
Anyway.
The britans got talent cameras introduce us to a tubby middleaged
Scottish woman sat waiting for her audition. We see her eating her
packed sandwiches, displaying her cookey personality in a short
interview with the mildly emtertaining ant and dec. Already we can
picture her audition in our heads. She'l be apaling to the point of
halarity.
So she walks on stage infront of that huge audience, and of course the
judges. At this point there's a small conversation between susan and
the judges, she does a silly little dance, announces she hopes to be
as good ar elaine paige and the British public have thier verdict.
The audience smell blood. She's going to be bad, embaressing and
halrious, quality!
She's told she can begin when she's ready. The cameras pan to the
audience then zoom on individuals. Now, I'd like to bring your
attention to one girl. She turns to her friend and pulls a face that
summs everyones feelings up. Oh dear. She must be about 15? I actually
feel a little sorry for her. Millions of people have seen that girl
pull that face, i can imagine she never hears the end of it.
The begging of a les miserables classic starts , suitibly 'i dreamed a
dream'
Susan starts the first bar.
' I dreamed a dream in time gone by......'
You can see the audiences shock as a whole, the feelling of shock
echos from the audience an they seem to move with it. the judges pull
thier practiced tv shocked faces; which I wouldn't be suprisednof
they'd practiced infront of the mirror.
She sings beautifully.
Anyone who has ever sung 'i dreamed a dream' or knows about it won't
have breathed out yet. Thier still sat on the edges of there seats
waiting, holding on a few more bars than the rest, the chorus, those 2
or 3 huge notes- if she makes those? Her life will undoubtey ever be
the same.
Of course, she glides through the notes with graceful ease you would
never have expected.
So, within 24hours susan Boyle is an internet Sensation. Everyone
who's on the Internet, or who watches tv will have seen snippets or
extracts of susans voice.
The semi finals come around and Susan has to sing again, she walks up
to the mike, the country and more waiting expectantly. The pressure
and nerves are to much it seems- she misses the first bar or so, but
she Gets into it slowly and everything turns out alright.
The week past and susan stayed in the competition, on the final night
it was Susan Boyle (or SuBo as the media nicknamed her) verses
diversity, a dance troop with some serious moves.
Diversity won.
I imagine this may have been a difficult thing to deal with tHe whole
world has been enthusing about you, then you don't win britans got
talent.
Unsuprisingly the immense media pressure seemed to get to Susan, and
if I am to believe what I am told she got angry and lashed out and
hreatened a few people. Though as the weeks went by and fame became
normality and he media lost intrest things calmed down.
Susans album came out recently and went straight to the top of the
album chart. She's in her fourth week at he top of the UK album
chart. I haven't bought it.
As although she has a beautiful voice she isn't someone or something
I'd listen to.
An implication was made the other day that susan's album had only gone
straight to the top of the charts because the public were guilt
buying. Buying to ease thier guilt for judgeing a book by it's cover.
Buying her album to set thier minds at rest, or just because they felt
bad and therefore complelled to.
Who knows, I imagine some people have, but I doubt enough to make such
an outstanding difference.
I guess that it's mostly to do with the mass publicity she gained from
britans got talent and the media reaction to her audition. Oh. And of
course mr Simon Cowel.
Overall I'm not entirley sure what the point of this post was, as most
of you are just being told thongs you already know. All I have to say
is that this event really intrested me..( I sound like such an idiot!)
The predictability of it, or not. Also just watchjgs people reaction
to thier reaction, and looking at themselves.
Ah well, theres another rambeling for you. I don't have a lot of angst
to share right now, that may soon change, I'm bag packing for the next
few days so I imagine they'l be some angry post about manners,
attitude and the shopping habit of our wonderous public.
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
109. Revision
I should be revising.
I'm not.
Somedays I'l revise when I'm not timetabled too.
At the moment I'm not in the mood.
I'm sitting with my feet up, contemplating life inside my room. Listening to some tunes.
Well.
the fait hum of a pleasant and pretty song soars through the floor boards room downstairs, the piano pays softly and a woman's voice songs playfully over the top.
I'm content in someways.
but not in others, but life is always like that.
I can sit here and reminis for as long as i like.
Revision needs to be done, but i'l save it. I'm going to get my braces soon, in about an hour, then i'l make some cakes to take to my grandma, then 'l revise. If i can. Braces may hurt..we shall see.
things I'm enjoying at the moment;
misfits
Music (The Coral - Dreaming of you)
Rowing
knowledge that revision brings
a sense of enterprise and organization, that i seem to have easily put into action.
The realization, that i'm still looking forward to christmas, although i know what my gifts are and they're not to be exited about. Which cannot be anything but a good thing.
things i'm not enjoying?
bloggers persistent american spelling, NO THERE IS NO Z IN ORGANISATION STOP UNDERLINING IT.
the mess of my room
pile of ironing waiting to be done
fear of exams.
Hope your all good, I'm not sure people read this anymore. Drop me a comment if you read this? cool :)
I'm not.
Somedays I'l revise when I'm not timetabled too.
At the moment I'm not in the mood.
I'm sitting with my feet up, contemplating life inside my room. Listening to some tunes.
Well.
the fait hum of a pleasant and pretty song soars through the floor boards room downstairs, the piano pays softly and a woman's voice songs playfully over the top.
I'm content in someways.
but not in others, but life is always like that.
I can sit here and reminis for as long as i like.
Revision needs to be done, but i'l save it. I'm going to get my braces soon, in about an hour, then i'l make some cakes to take to my grandma, then 'l revise. If i can. Braces may hurt..we shall see.
things I'm enjoying at the moment;
misfits
Music (The Coral - Dreaming of you)
Rowing
knowledge that revision brings
a sense of enterprise and organization, that i seem to have easily put into action.
The realization, that i'm still looking forward to christmas, although i know what my gifts are and they're not to be exited about. Which cannot be anything but a good thing.
things i'm not enjoying?
bloggers persistent american spelling, NO THERE IS NO Z IN ORGANISATION STOP UNDERLINING IT.
the mess of my room
pile of ironing waiting to be done
fear of exams.
Hope your all good, I'm not sure people read this anymore. Drop me a comment if you read this? cool :)
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
108. I don't know, and neither do you.
None of us do.
think about colour.
Try and think of a new colour, one youv'e never seen before..one that isn't green, purple or red.
you can't, i assure you.
i can compare the result of trying to think of a new colour, to the meaning of life. Nobody knows.
I don't believe in god, a god or the god.
You might, and feel perfectly free too.
I imagine if i was born you, i'd believe the same and of you were born me, you wouldn't believe.
I'm not religious. I'm not against religion, it gives people, hope, faith and happieness, they always have something to rely on, or fall back on.
I don't. When I'm sad, lonely, upset, or confused I've got me, or my mates, but so do they. dies this make me stronger as an individual? i'm not so sure.
Religion brings people together.
Although i am all for the happiness religion brings to people, i think that it also has bad effects. It starts wars, it breaks people up, it kills, it hurts and destroys.
I don't believe in it because its not viable.
it doesn't fit, it contradicts.
If everyone in the world imagines all the possible possibilities for life after death or the meaning of life.
Yes, there'd be overlap. but the chances of one of us getting it right? slim.
the chances of that becoming a major world religion. slimmer.
The chances of the whole world following it? practically impossible. People are stubborn, they'd rebel. The world is never going to all believe the same thing. Unless perhaps, we all saw proof. But over the years, conspiracy theories would emerge and new generations would be skeptical.
None of us know, we'l all contemplate, we'll all think.
Its the same with everything.
Nobody knows what I'm picturing in my head right now, nobody knows what i actually think, i barley do. This could be a lie. I could be a devout sikh, muslim, christian, catholic or pagan. You don't know.
I could hate my friends, I'm telling you now I don't. But you don't know i'm not lying.
Its the same with everything. I don't know why i act how i do or have done. I've done things wrong, but i thought they were just at the time. Wisdom comes with experience. I'l never do somethings again, I've single handedly upset people, and made people happy. I don't know we don't get on. Somethings make no sense, things should be one way and they're not.
My life at the moment is very..new. The last few years have been the biggest of my life so far. My life is easy. easy peasy. I have way too much luck. I don't deserve it. If i could share i would. Everything new, i got set in my ways, then they all got shaken up. I ruined something. but, i don't want and can't have it back.
On the 1st of January 2009 I was a 14 year old girl. Now, on the 15th of December 2009 I'm a 15 year old girl. Not the same one.
i'm glad you learn from mistakes you make and things you mess up, aswell as things that go well.
My friends are brilliant, and I've neglected a few. I've just had the best..4 days in a long time. Katy Pegg is there, always, rain or shine, and i doubt she'l ever go. Anne, Mattie, Alex Eadie, Parveen, Suzi - Covent Garden and Sommerset house, amazing day. Biathlon was just good, although training this morning was seriously unproductive.
I wish i could sort somethings out, make people happier, get things how they used to be, or make sure they don't go back to they used to be. But i can't. Just let life flowwww...and, woth a bit of luck things will turn out ok.
none of us, know anything, about anything, and yes we should ponder, but not too seriously, enjoy what you have while you have it because, you can't enjoy it when its gone.
Its about halfway though year 11, and in year 12, it'l all change again. New people, people will drift away, some will stay.
That picture was taken about... a year and a month ago, in november 2008. Although i really want to move forward, it'd be cool if i had the power to take this moment, or outing, and just slot it into my life now. About a month before this would probably be the best time to do it. i want it back, i can't have it and i don't know if i'l ever get it. lame? yes.
but life goes on i suppose.
Have a good christmas.
Bring on 2010. It's my year to shine, at least, I'l try.
Life at times and on the whole is so futile, but at the same time it might not be, we'll see won't we.
Everything is based on how other people perceive you, and how you feel. We want to look good and we want people to perceive is in a certain.
This worlds mad, and so am I , and you, and this life...and everything.
that'l do.
sorry to relay my ramblings, but thats a bit of a window into my head...If you read this far, I'm impressed with your patience. There has been no order, just...blah.
blahblah
I'm not reading it through. cba.
think about colour.
Try and think of a new colour, one youv'e never seen before..one that isn't green, purple or red.
you can't, i assure you.
i can compare the result of trying to think of a new colour, to the meaning of life. Nobody knows.
I don't believe in god, a god or the god.
You might, and feel perfectly free too.
I imagine if i was born you, i'd believe the same and of you were born me, you wouldn't believe.
I'm not religious. I'm not against religion, it gives people, hope, faith and happieness, they always have something to rely on, or fall back on.
I don't. When I'm sad, lonely, upset, or confused I've got me, or my mates, but so do they. dies this make me stronger as an individual? i'm not so sure.
Religion brings people together.
Although i am all for the happiness religion brings to people, i think that it also has bad effects. It starts wars, it breaks people up, it kills, it hurts and destroys.
I don't believe in it because its not viable.
it doesn't fit, it contradicts.
If everyone in the world imagines all the possible possibilities for life after death or the meaning of life.
Yes, there'd be overlap. but the chances of one of us getting it right? slim.
the chances of that becoming a major world religion. slimmer.
The chances of the whole world following it? practically impossible. People are stubborn, they'd rebel. The world is never going to all believe the same thing. Unless perhaps, we all saw proof. But over the years, conspiracy theories would emerge and new generations would be skeptical.
None of us know, we'l all contemplate, we'll all think.
Its the same with everything.
Nobody knows what I'm picturing in my head right now, nobody knows what i actually think, i barley do. This could be a lie. I could be a devout sikh, muslim, christian, catholic or pagan. You don't know.
I could hate my friends, I'm telling you now I don't. But you don't know i'm not lying.
Its the same with everything. I don't know why i act how i do or have done. I've done things wrong, but i thought they were just at the time. Wisdom comes with experience. I'l never do somethings again, I've single handedly upset people, and made people happy. I don't know we don't get on. Somethings make no sense, things should be one way and they're not.
My life at the moment is very..new. The last few years have been the biggest of my life so far. My life is easy. easy peasy. I have way too much luck. I don't deserve it. If i could share i would. Everything new, i got set in my ways, then they all got shaken up. I ruined something. but, i don't want and can't have it back.
On the 1st of January 2009 I was a 14 year old girl. Now, on the 15th of December 2009 I'm a 15 year old girl. Not the same one.
i'm glad you learn from mistakes you make and things you mess up, aswell as things that go well.
My friends are brilliant, and I've neglected a few. I've just had the best..4 days in a long time. Katy Pegg is there, always, rain or shine, and i doubt she'l ever go. Anne, Mattie, Alex Eadie, Parveen, Suzi - Covent Garden and Sommerset house, amazing day. Biathlon was just good, although training this morning was seriously unproductive.
I wish i could sort somethings out, make people happier, get things how they used to be, or make sure they don't go back to they used to be. But i can't. Just let life flowwww...and, woth a bit of luck things will turn out ok.
none of us, know anything, about anything, and yes we should ponder, but not too seriously, enjoy what you have while you have it because, you can't enjoy it when its gone.
Its about halfway though year 11, and in year 12, it'l all change again. New people, people will drift away, some will stay.
That picture was taken about... a year and a month ago, in november 2008. Although i really want to move forward, it'd be cool if i had the power to take this moment, or outing, and just slot it into my life now. About a month before this would probably be the best time to do it. i want it back, i can't have it and i don't know if i'l ever get it. lame? yes.
but life goes on i suppose.
Have a good christmas.
Bring on 2010. It's my year to shine, at least, I'l try.
Life at times and on the whole is so futile, but at the same time it might not be, we'll see won't we.
Everything is based on how other people perceive you, and how you feel. We want to look good and we want people to perceive is in a certain.
This worlds mad, and so am I , and you, and this life...and everything.
that'l do.
sorry to relay my ramblings, but thats a bit of a window into my head...If you read this far, I'm impressed with your patience. There has been no order, just...blah.
blahblah
I'm not reading it through. cba.
Friday, 4 December 2009
107. Mates
Yer, I'm copying too.
Anne Williams; Yes you get on my nerves, but we have jokesss in maths.
Andrew Fallow; We don't chat so much, but your halarious.
Alex Eadie; Just keeps me amused, we have the weirdest conversations, and she fusses far too much! Love her to bits though. dry your eyes, mate.
Alex Hall; Don't really talk to you as much as i used to, we seem to have grown apart a bit, which is sad although i think we don't get on as well as we used to.
Alex Holbrook; Seems to blend into the background.. although probably one of the nicest guys, ever. Glad were mates due to our canoeing escapades in france, DT and ofc. rowing. mehh.
Alex Young; We used to be amazing mates, walking to school everyday ect. Although we seemed to run out of conversation, i seem to have sacrificed our walks home, and perhaps our friendship through rowing :(
Chris Lambert; Your a bit mean, and i'm not sure you like me, but your cooool.
David Ramsden; We don't talk much, your just...there all the time. A good laugh though :)
Dani Hutchinson; Hehe, we have silly jokes and a laugh..when we actually talk! don't talk so much as your always dieing from coursework and me from rowing :P
Ellen McEwen; What would i do without you? I'm really not sure. If i have a best mate, it's ellen. Always just..there, and bitches so beautifully! Most ladylike person sometimes. Understands the CCF obsession.
Edward Tydlesly; I can't spell your surname, but you seem to be eternally happy :) Keep me saine and drive me crazy in art, always willing for a joke :)
Freddie Jones; Your a laugh, but we don't talk a lot.
Greg Pearson: BRO! keeps me saine in german, and just makes me laugh, capable of cheering up, anyone. Although..needs to sort his head out a bit.
Hannah Wallett; Love/hate. You can be so irritating, but i love you all the same.
Jack Pooley; Don't want to loose you as a mate, got two many jokes memories that not many others would get. What about the fecking Ice Mammoth? Too many good times to even count :)
James Hutt; Ahah, the intelligent conversation, the discussion, the wierd conversations...
Mathew Anderson; Odd, but generous and really fun to be around.
Mathew Inness; Weve only recently come to count each other as mates, but the way you speak just makes me happy, also, you keep dani cheery :)
Max Bruges; Oh the jokes. Cough on the rocks? Brighton in January mate. I miss the vocabulary..oh and the funboats.
Ricky Jones; Quality taste in music, and a bit of a science buddy sometimes. Also a good laugh.
Tom Wilding; DT is always a joke with you and curley, when your not taking the piss :)
I thought I'd write this so i can look back, and see if stuff changes. So when I'm 30 and i look back..I'l see who i still know ect ect.
It was hard to decide to who to include and who to not, and what to say.. so i wrote about everyone i had something to say about, some more than others.
Anne Williams; Yes you get on my nerves, but we have jokesss in maths.
Andrew Fallow; We don't chat so much, but your halarious.
Alex Eadie; Just keeps me amused, we have the weirdest conversations, and she fusses far too much! Love her to bits though. dry your eyes, mate.
Alex Hall; Don't really talk to you as much as i used to, we seem to have grown apart a bit, which is sad although i think we don't get on as well as we used to.
Alex Holbrook; Seems to blend into the background.. although probably one of the nicest guys, ever. Glad were mates due to our canoeing escapades in france, DT and ofc. rowing. mehh.
Alex Young; We used to be amazing mates, walking to school everyday ect. Although we seemed to run out of conversation, i seem to have sacrificed our walks home, and perhaps our friendship through rowing :(
Chris Lambert; Your a bit mean, and i'm not sure you like me, but your cooool.
David Ramsden; We don't talk much, your just...there all the time. A good laugh though :)
Dani Hutchinson; Hehe, we have silly jokes and a laugh..when we actually talk! don't talk so much as your always dieing from coursework and me from rowing :P
Ellen McEwen; What would i do without you? I'm really not sure. If i have a best mate, it's ellen. Always just..there, and bitches so beautifully! Most ladylike person sometimes. Understands the CCF obsession.
Edward Tydlesly; I can't spell your surname, but you seem to be eternally happy :) Keep me saine and drive me crazy in art, always willing for a joke :)
Freddie Jones; Your a laugh, but we don't talk a lot.
Greg Pearson: BRO! keeps me saine in german, and just makes me laugh, capable of cheering up, anyone. Although..needs to sort his head out a bit.
Hannah Wallett; Love/hate. You can be so irritating, but i love you all the same.
Jack Pooley; Don't want to loose you as a mate, got two many jokes memories that not many others would get. What about the fecking Ice Mammoth? Too many good times to even count :)
James Hutt; Ahah, the intelligent conversation, the discussion, the wierd conversations...
Mathew Anderson; Odd, but generous and really fun to be around.
Mathew Inness; Weve only recently come to count each other as mates, but the way you speak just makes me happy, also, you keep dani cheery :)
Max Bruges; Oh the jokes. Cough on the rocks? Brighton in January mate. I miss the vocabulary..oh and the funboats.
Ricky Jones; Quality taste in music, and a bit of a science buddy sometimes. Also a good laugh.
Tom Wilding; DT is always a joke with you and curley, when your not taking the piss :)
I thought I'd write this so i can look back, and see if stuff changes. So when I'm 30 and i look back..I'l see who i still know ect ect.
It was hard to decide to who to include and who to not, and what to say.. so i wrote about everyone i had something to say about, some more than others.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
106. Life is a Race.
Life is a Race.
A Race for Love.
A Race for Happiness.
A Race to Learn Things, to pick it all up.
To learn to walk, read, write.
To be the most popular.
To have best friends.
To get the best grades.
To find love. again and again.
To find 'the one'.
To get drunk.
To have the most fun.
To do the best thing.
To finish first .
To decide what your going to do.
To get that job.
To meet those people.
To have lunch with friends, and to look the prettiest.
To get the balance right.
To find the time for everything.
To learn not to judge.
To understand life.
To get promoted.
To have a laugh.
To have children.
To fulfill your dreams.
To midlife crisis.
To be the best, to be the most dramatic, the prettiest, ugliest, gain the most attention, know the most, have the nicest shoes, best taste in music, achieve the most in life, to be the happiest, to be the most troubled, the most hardcore, the tallest, the shortest, to gain your stereotype, or to make sure you never gain one at all, to be the shy one, loud one, irritating one, to have the biggest smile or the fastest car.
Life is a race, but your the only one in it, and the one holding the rulebook.
A Race for Love.
A Race for Happiness.
A Race to Learn Things, to pick it all up.
To learn to walk, read, write.
To be the most popular.
To have best friends.
To get the best grades.
To find love. again and again.
To find 'the one'.
To get drunk.
To have the most fun.
To do the best thing.
To finish first .
To decide what your going to do.
To get that job.
To meet those people.
To have lunch with friends, and to look the prettiest.
To get the balance right.
To find the time for everything.
To learn not to judge.
To understand life.
To get promoted.
To have a laugh.
To have children.
To fulfill your dreams.
To midlife crisis.
To be the best, to be the most dramatic, the prettiest, ugliest, gain the most attention, know the most, have the nicest shoes, best taste in music, achieve the most in life, to be the happiest, to be the most troubled, the most hardcore, the tallest, the shortest, to gain your stereotype, or to make sure you never gain one at all, to be the shy one, loud one, irritating one, to have the biggest smile or the fastest car.
Life is a race, but your the only one in it, and the one holding the rulebook.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
105. Remembrance Day
I'm not easy to properly upset. I'd like to think I'm quite thick skinned.
One thing that really irritates me though, and really lowers my opinion of a person is their reaction to remembrance day.
I wear a poppy, and give all the change in my pocket to the british legion on this day each year because i feel complied to.
It just annoys me when people either, refuse to wear a poppy, or just don't care or think they have bigger things to worry about, or talk, fall asleep, or whatever during Remembrance service.
5,961,358 men died in the 1st world war from the allied forces.
Reminding you that, these are men found dead, identified and buried, not those who were lost, unnamed or uncounted.
Total troops dead in WW1 from all countries ;
8,556,315
Once again these men are identified ect.
7,750,945 more men, were 'missing' and haven't been found since.
In world war two ;
Soviet 16,400,000
Germany 2,800,000
Britain 400,000
France 212,000 dead
Italy 330,000 dead
Japan 1,900,000 dead
China 4,000,000 dead
Australia 23,000 dead
Romania 500,000 dead
Poland 400,000 dead
Hangary 300,000 dead
Yugoslavia 300,000 dead
Finland 100,000 dead
Philippines 30,000 dead
India 36,000 dead
All these figures, are from the military, not civilians. So the overall totals are far higher.
I think, as british citizens we should have respect for all the men who fought for their countries.
Remembrance Day, in Britain, it a day to mark respect for all the Allied Forces Soldiers that gave their lives in the First and Second World wars.
If you dislike war, which I hope everyone does, I don't think it's any reason to dislike, boycott or whatever Remembrance day.
Without the men who gave their lives for us and for a greater good we would probably be under nazi, or communist rule, whatever. Britain would not be the independent nation we are today.
If they could see how ungrateful some people are they'd be horrified. Even the men who are still with us from WW2, i can imagine get very upset by some people ungratefulness.
Perhaps being a CCF cadet and coming from a family which have been involved with the military affects my view of this, but i think these men, who fought for us, gave their lives, watched their friends die and lived away from their families for years on end.
I think that this day is so important because you have a duty to remember them so nothing so horrific as a world war happens again, and war is minimized. As war is only going to get worse. Also. Millions of people gave their lives fighting to protect the country they live in, and the people that live in it..I can't see how they don't deserve our respect.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
One thing that really irritates me though, and really lowers my opinion of a person is their reaction to remembrance day.
I wear a poppy, and give all the change in my pocket to the british legion on this day each year because i feel complied to.
It just annoys me when people either, refuse to wear a poppy, or just don't care or think they have bigger things to worry about, or talk, fall asleep, or whatever during Remembrance service.
5,961,358 men died in the 1st world war from the allied forces.
Reminding you that, these are men found dead, identified and buried, not those who were lost, unnamed or uncounted.
Total troops dead in WW1 from all countries ;
8,556,315
Once again these men are identified ect.
7,750,945 more men, were 'missing' and haven't been found since.
In world war two ;
Soviet 16,400,000
Germany 2,800,000
Britain 400,000
France 212,000 dead
Italy 330,000 dead
Japan 1,900,000 dead
China 4,000,000 dead
Australia 23,000 dead
Romania 500,000 dead
Poland 400,000 dead
Hangary 300,000 dead
Yugoslavia 300,000 dead
Finland 100,000 dead
Philippines 30,000 dead
India 36,000 dead
All these figures, are from the military, not civilians. So the overall totals are far higher.
I think, as british citizens we should have respect for all the men who fought for their countries.
Remembrance Day, in Britain, it a day to mark respect for all the Allied Forces Soldiers that gave their lives in the First and Second World wars.
If you dislike war, which I hope everyone does, I don't think it's any reason to dislike, boycott or whatever Remembrance day.
Without the men who gave their lives for us and for a greater good we would probably be under nazi, or communist rule, whatever. Britain would not be the independent nation we are today.
If they could see how ungrateful some people are they'd be horrified. Even the men who are still with us from WW2, i can imagine get very upset by some people ungratefulness.
Perhaps being a CCF cadet and coming from a family which have been involved with the military affects my view of this, but i think these men, who fought for us, gave their lives, watched their friends die and lived away from their families for years on end.
I think that this day is so important because you have a duty to remember them so nothing so horrific as a world war happens again, and war is minimized. As war is only going to get worse. Also. Millions of people gave their lives fighting to protect the country they live in, and the people that live in it..I can't see how they don't deserve our respect.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Monday, 9 November 2009
104. Less Angst
Ahh, today i am far less angsty.
My feet and hands are covered in blisters..mainly because i ran 10km in Bethan's shoes.
I'm ok at the moment, looking forward to christmas, seeing pogg again, going to norfolk with family, and of course rowing my ass off.
I was looking through songs that responded to this status update, You know when you just find a song that sums up how your feeling atm!? well i was having a random thought and wondered what people's epiphinated songs were atm? :D
Cos' i thought it'd be an insight into mates minds, but to be honest it only feels like it relates to real life, it doesn't. Mostly there about weird things that you relate to yourself.
One lyric sums up something though, once again, as usual not mine.'I'd love to talk
but don't we know That don't ring true' that relates to me, but i from an 'outsiders' point of view couldn't tell how any of the songs related to my mates lives at that moment.
Music can be magic :)
This is such a tune Chase & Status - End Credits.
Also DOWNLOAD THIS - all the money goes to children in need and it was entirley created by youtubers Chartjackers- I've got nothing.
Adios Amigos :)
I'm ok.
My feet and hands are covered in blisters..mainly because i ran 10km in Bethan's shoes.
I'm ok at the moment, looking forward to christmas, seeing pogg again, going to norfolk with family, and of course rowing my ass off.
I was looking through songs that responded to this status update, You know when you just find a song that sums up how your feeling atm!? well i was having a random thought and wondered what people's epiphinated songs were atm? :D
Cos' i thought it'd be an insight into mates minds, but to be honest it only feels like it relates to real life, it doesn't. Mostly there about weird things that you relate to yourself.
One lyric sums up something though, once again, as usual not mine.'I'd love to talk
but don't we know That don't ring true' that relates to me, but i from an 'outsiders' point of view couldn't tell how any of the songs related to my mates lives at that moment.
Music can be magic :)
This is such a tune Chase & Status - End Credits.
Also DOWNLOAD THIS - all the money goes to children in need and it was entirley created by youtubers Chartjackers- I've got nothing.
Adios Amigos :)
I'm ok.
Saturday, 7 November 2009
103. Hmm.
So you do something when your naive to the reasons, your horrible, but you act in the way anyone else you know or who is around you would.
You become less naive, you understand. You immediately realise how horrible you've been to this person. You feel really bad.
Your relationship deteriorates, you can't call yourselves friends.
You apologise profusely.
Talk about said issue. Discuss what pisses each other off.
You want to end up as mates, they well, hmm.
They on purpose do something that they know pisses you off.
you have an empty conversation, your unsure weather to leave it or try and start a conversation.
You make the wrong decision, and attempt to start a conversation.
with defiantly the wrong noise, sound whatever.
They leave.
your not sure what to do.
ignoring makes it worse.
talking pisses them off.
You have no power over the situation an neither do i.
Just leave it, there's no need to be horrible or nice, for that matter.
its not my fault, is it?
You become less naive, you understand. You immediately realise how horrible you've been to this person. You feel really bad.
Your relationship deteriorates, you can't call yourselves friends.
You apologise profusely.
Talk about said issue. Discuss what pisses each other off.
You want to end up as mates, they well, hmm.
They on purpose do something that they know pisses you off.
you have an empty conversation, your unsure weather to leave it or try and start a conversation.
You make the wrong decision, and attempt to start a conversation.
with defiantly the wrong noise, sound whatever.
They leave.
your not sure what to do.
ignoring makes it worse.
talking pisses them off.
You have no power over the situation an neither do i.
Just leave it, there's no need to be horrible or nice, for that matter.
its not my fault, is it?
Sunday, 1 November 2009
102. The Plane
I'm sitting on a plane. The seats that surround me are blue, and the one directly in front of me is too close for comfort. The average age on this flight appears to be rather young, as all I can hear are young children chatting, shouting and giggling away, accompanied by the sound of Mario kart and the rumble of the plane. My mother sits on my left, Reading, her eyes look tired and her face is a little pale with the cold that she seems to have befriended. As she reads she turns each page as if it was made of gold, her dainty hands like spiders. A trolley travels down the central isle, ever so often meeting a person coming the other way, a manoeuvre that only an anorexic would be able to complete, so a queue forms.
My gaze turns to the window; I look out, almost blinded by the glare of the sun reflecting off the cloud. A black bag sits at my feet, made out of leather and has two straps, one short and identically styled, and when the other strap is out of view makes it look like a designer nosebag. The second strap is much longer, and made out of canvas with a pink stripe. The contents are what you'd expect from a piece of hand luggage. An iPod touch, phone, purse; issue of vogue and two paperback books. These two books are distinctly different; one is large, pattered with a decorative cover advertising a prize it has won. The second is small, black with a picture of a vampire on the front. It is teenage fiction, easy to read with a simple storyline designed specifically for the minds of teenage girls. It's not a complex book, not one that will have needed much research, the places described are entirely fictional and the book never designed to be realistic. The other has a complex and interesting plot, contains detailed description of the placed concerned, talks of art, science, religion and politics, shortlisted for the man booker prize.
As I sit here, the irritating sound of the child behind me's rattle creeps up on my nerves, like a tiger. The sound wanders around my head and leaves me dreading each innocent shake. My mother has fallen asleep, her book now stowed in the pocket in front of her. The child has dropped its rattle, it lets out a small whelp of displeasure and the mother promptly returns the irritating object to the child, the shaking continues.
A queue of people has formed behind the trolley, either trying to return to their seats or getting up to the loo. A small child stands at the end of my row; he is a young boy and is faced with the behind of the man serving from the trolley. The boy is beginning to get impatient. His mother looms down on him from behind with a gleam in her eye, she is proud of her son it seems, and looking forward to the holiday at the end of her flight. The boy, being young and naive toward polite practice in his current position looks up at the man, and says the only thing he understands to be entirely correct, 'excuse me, please' his voice winey with childhood innocence. The flight attendant is dealing with a customer and doesn’t hear the boy. The boy looks up at the man as he is ignored, he looks straight at me as I watch him, then up at his mother who is looking the other way. He takes his small hand out of his pocket and pokes the flight attendant three times in the bottom. The flight attendant is startled, turns around, and looks straight over the Childs head. He glances down at the boy and chuckles a nervous laugh. He politely asks the queue to move backwards to the next available place for passing. The boy beams a cheeky grin as his mother scoots him off.
I smile to myself, what a sweet little boy. It’s about an hour into the 4 hour flight; I’ve read most of my book and listened to my IPod. Although bored I am filled with a wonderful sense of content. I sit and stare out the window, and consider this feeling in honesty. There really is nothing for me, personally to be sad about. I’m so lucky; everything seems to go right for me. I’m entirely normal. My family are all well, my parents still together, my brother happy, and my friends all as content as me it seems. Also, I’m off on holiday. A week of sailing in Greece, The weather forecast has promised a week of sunshine, and the wind is good. It’s a package holiday and during the day, I and my brother will be in groups with people our age. Although this means we will see little of each other and our parents, this is not necessarily a bad thing. We get to spend the week with people our age and make new friends.
A man sits four rows behind me. He is tall, so the closeness of the nearest blue seat is more uncomfortable for him. He sits calmly but there is an agitated look about his face, he defiantly does not like, or have children. He’s on his own on the plane and a book sits in his lap, Dan Browns much discussed latest novel, He’s not enjoying it, it seems as he is yet to read more than a page without replacing it on his lap. He gazes out if the window, watching the light glide through the clouds, and illuminate them in various different shades of deep red, it is evening, and the sun is setting.
A black bag also sits at his feet, I never saw the contents of this bag, I imagined it contained similar to mine, and everyone else’s on the flight. A small innocent boy is scooted past the end of the row, the man looks at him with distaste, he is whining to his mother about having sticky hands and his high pitched voice is irritating.
The trolley leaves the isle and the boy runs up, tripping onto his face. He rights himself and there is a second where he stares into space, deciding whether to burst into tears or get up. His mother decides for him, picks him up and dusts him off in one loving swoop.
The trolley re-enters the isle laden with aeroplane dinner, it travels down the aisle, and the attendant hands it out. The stench of the food creeps down the carriage before the cart, it is not appetizing. Although nutritious, the meal and its smell are foul.
I stare down into what has been put in front of me. What looks like a takeaway tray with hot food in it, and a tired looking fruit salad sit there? At least it is food I think to myself, and dig in. It doesn’t taste so bad. My mother’s opinion is not quite the same however, you can almost see her nose turn up at as she feels back the foil. She doesn’t even try the hot meal, she nibbles at the fruit salad and but eventually turns that away too.
The Dan Brown novel continues to sit on the man’s lap as his dinner arrives, once the kart has moved off and the people sitting next to him have begun to eat, he stands, placing his meal on the floor. He slips a small brown wallet from the inside of his bag into his pocket. He squeezes past the two women in his row, who look at each other in disgust. Why would he pick such an inconvenient time to get up? Many faces turn and watch him as he walks down the Aisle to the toilet. His limp is embarrassing. That’s why he chose such an inconvenient time to get up, when everyone else had something to look at, when he wouldn’t be noticed as much. His limp caused him to walk far slower than normal, which just lengthened his embarrassment.
He entered the toilet, locked it, and sat down. He took the small brown wallet out of his pocket. It contains a small plastic brick, plastic as so not to be detected on route to the plane.
My mother and I were sat next to an old couple, the like of whom I’m not sure I’d ever seen. Mum had had a short conversation with them, it was their 70th wedding anniversary, and they were going for a romantic weekend away, they must have been in their eighties. Yet as they sat there, hand in hand, side by side, chatting, I don’t think I’d ever seen two people so in love. They reminisced about their 70 years together, and talked about ‘New fangled’ things. The man in the couple had recently bought an iPod for his wife. They discussed how they thought the touch screen worked as if it was something alien.
Behind me a woman sat next to a man. They’d never met before. They talked, for the whole journey about their views on the meaning of life and current affairs.
In the back row a little boy sat, with his mum. She was talking to him about aeroplanes as he didn’t understand why the wings didn’t flap.
By the emergency exit a man sat, his hair unbrushed, his teeth yellowing, in crumpled clothes. He checked his Blackberry compulsively. He felt in his pocket and opened up his wallet in search of something, but was distracted. The corner of a photograph stuck out the side of a pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was of him looking much happier and better kept, and a beautiful auburn haired woman. He ripped it promptly in two.
Four seats to my left, sat twin brothers around the age of 10. They sat, and intently discussed which colour power ranger was the best.
The man in the toilet passed the plastic cube around in his hands, a small pin stuck out the side of it, also plastic. Tears begun to stream down the man’s face, and he begun to shake. He whispered to himself softly, and the tears stopped. He pulled the pin sharply out of the plastic cube and the cube exploded. The plane burst into flames in mid air, the carriage shattered, and the wreckage fell into the sea.
There were no survivors.
if youv'e read this far you must be bored.
someone give me an opinion on this?
I think its a bit rubbish, and may rewrite, opinions would be good, as its for school.
I know its long - sorry.
©
My gaze turns to the window; I look out, almost blinded by the glare of the sun reflecting off the cloud. A black bag sits at my feet, made out of leather and has two straps, one short and identically styled, and when the other strap is out of view makes it look like a designer nosebag. The second strap is much longer, and made out of canvas with a pink stripe. The contents are what you'd expect from a piece of hand luggage. An iPod touch, phone, purse; issue of vogue and two paperback books. These two books are distinctly different; one is large, pattered with a decorative cover advertising a prize it has won. The second is small, black with a picture of a vampire on the front. It is teenage fiction, easy to read with a simple storyline designed specifically for the minds of teenage girls. It's not a complex book, not one that will have needed much research, the places described are entirely fictional and the book never designed to be realistic. The other has a complex and interesting plot, contains detailed description of the placed concerned, talks of art, science, religion and politics, shortlisted for the man booker prize.
As I sit here, the irritating sound of the child behind me's rattle creeps up on my nerves, like a tiger. The sound wanders around my head and leaves me dreading each innocent shake. My mother has fallen asleep, her book now stowed in the pocket in front of her. The child has dropped its rattle, it lets out a small whelp of displeasure and the mother promptly returns the irritating object to the child, the shaking continues.
A queue of people has formed behind the trolley, either trying to return to their seats or getting up to the loo. A small child stands at the end of my row; he is a young boy and is faced with the behind of the man serving from the trolley. The boy is beginning to get impatient. His mother looms down on him from behind with a gleam in her eye, she is proud of her son it seems, and looking forward to the holiday at the end of her flight. The boy, being young and naive toward polite practice in his current position looks up at the man, and says the only thing he understands to be entirely correct, 'excuse me, please' his voice winey with childhood innocence. The flight attendant is dealing with a customer and doesn’t hear the boy. The boy looks up at the man as he is ignored, he looks straight at me as I watch him, then up at his mother who is looking the other way. He takes his small hand out of his pocket and pokes the flight attendant three times in the bottom. The flight attendant is startled, turns around, and looks straight over the Childs head. He glances down at the boy and chuckles a nervous laugh. He politely asks the queue to move backwards to the next available place for passing. The boy beams a cheeky grin as his mother scoots him off.
I smile to myself, what a sweet little boy. It’s about an hour into the 4 hour flight; I’ve read most of my book and listened to my IPod. Although bored I am filled with a wonderful sense of content. I sit and stare out the window, and consider this feeling in honesty. There really is nothing for me, personally to be sad about. I’m so lucky; everything seems to go right for me. I’m entirely normal. My family are all well, my parents still together, my brother happy, and my friends all as content as me it seems. Also, I’m off on holiday. A week of sailing in Greece, The weather forecast has promised a week of sunshine, and the wind is good. It’s a package holiday and during the day, I and my brother will be in groups with people our age. Although this means we will see little of each other and our parents, this is not necessarily a bad thing. We get to spend the week with people our age and make new friends.
A man sits four rows behind me. He is tall, so the closeness of the nearest blue seat is more uncomfortable for him. He sits calmly but there is an agitated look about his face, he defiantly does not like, or have children. He’s on his own on the plane and a book sits in his lap, Dan Browns much discussed latest novel, He’s not enjoying it, it seems as he is yet to read more than a page without replacing it on his lap. He gazes out if the window, watching the light glide through the clouds, and illuminate them in various different shades of deep red, it is evening, and the sun is setting.
A black bag also sits at his feet, I never saw the contents of this bag, I imagined it contained similar to mine, and everyone else’s on the flight. A small innocent boy is scooted past the end of the row, the man looks at him with distaste, he is whining to his mother about having sticky hands and his high pitched voice is irritating.
The trolley leaves the isle and the boy runs up, tripping onto his face. He rights himself and there is a second where he stares into space, deciding whether to burst into tears or get up. His mother decides for him, picks him up and dusts him off in one loving swoop.
The trolley re-enters the isle laden with aeroplane dinner, it travels down the aisle, and the attendant hands it out. The stench of the food creeps down the carriage before the cart, it is not appetizing. Although nutritious, the meal and its smell are foul.
I stare down into what has been put in front of me. What looks like a takeaway tray with hot food in it, and a tired looking fruit salad sit there? At least it is food I think to myself, and dig in. It doesn’t taste so bad. My mother’s opinion is not quite the same however, you can almost see her nose turn up at as she feels back the foil. She doesn’t even try the hot meal, she nibbles at the fruit salad and but eventually turns that away too.
The Dan Brown novel continues to sit on the man’s lap as his dinner arrives, once the kart has moved off and the people sitting next to him have begun to eat, he stands, placing his meal on the floor. He slips a small brown wallet from the inside of his bag into his pocket. He squeezes past the two women in his row, who look at each other in disgust. Why would he pick such an inconvenient time to get up? Many faces turn and watch him as he walks down the Aisle to the toilet. His limp is embarrassing. That’s why he chose such an inconvenient time to get up, when everyone else had something to look at, when he wouldn’t be noticed as much. His limp caused him to walk far slower than normal, which just lengthened his embarrassment.
He entered the toilet, locked it, and sat down. He took the small brown wallet out of his pocket. It contains a small plastic brick, plastic as so not to be detected on route to the plane.
My mother and I were sat next to an old couple, the like of whom I’m not sure I’d ever seen. Mum had had a short conversation with them, it was their 70th wedding anniversary, and they were going for a romantic weekend away, they must have been in their eighties. Yet as they sat there, hand in hand, side by side, chatting, I don’t think I’d ever seen two people so in love. They reminisced about their 70 years together, and talked about ‘New fangled’ things. The man in the couple had recently bought an iPod for his wife. They discussed how they thought the touch screen worked as if it was something alien.
Behind me a woman sat next to a man. They’d never met before. They talked, for the whole journey about their views on the meaning of life and current affairs.
In the back row a little boy sat, with his mum. She was talking to him about aeroplanes as he didn’t understand why the wings didn’t flap.
By the emergency exit a man sat, his hair unbrushed, his teeth yellowing, in crumpled clothes. He checked his Blackberry compulsively. He felt in his pocket and opened up his wallet in search of something, but was distracted. The corner of a photograph stuck out the side of a pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was of him looking much happier and better kept, and a beautiful auburn haired woman. He ripped it promptly in two.
Four seats to my left, sat twin brothers around the age of 10. They sat, and intently discussed which colour power ranger was the best.
The man in the toilet passed the plastic cube around in his hands, a small pin stuck out the side of it, also plastic. Tears begun to stream down the man’s face, and he begun to shake. He whispered to himself softly, and the tears stopped. He pulled the pin sharply out of the plastic cube and the cube exploded. The plane burst into flames in mid air, the carriage shattered, and the wreckage fell into the sea.
There were no survivors.
if youv'e read this far you must be bored.
someone give me an opinion on this?
I think its a bit rubbish, and may rewrite, opinions would be good, as its for school.
I know its long - sorry.
©
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
101. Direction
As i sit here at my desk after a long day, I'm pondering life.
Which direction i am going to take, my friends, my intrests and what I spend my time on.
I recently took up rowing, which, obviously, conversely and ironicly takes up time. Leaving me less time to spend on other things.
You can't half do rowing, you either do or you don't.
What is strange is that i seem to spend my time doing other things now, less time on facebook, less time doing very little, more time in the bath, more time aching, more time writing, more time tired, less time at home, less time arguing, more time organising.
Having less time, i think, is slowly teaching me to appreciate and use the time i have to do things i want to. rather than wasting it.
I don't know what i want to do when I'm older, i wish i could be a full time photographer, but that's very unlikely. I know which A Levels I'm going to take, just deciding on which kind of English. No idea about university or whatever yet though.
My friends are fine really, just the same as usual, i just see less of them as a group and more of the ones I want to see.
Starting rowing was a very ironic decision, and now I've been doing it for a short time, i almost feel that I have to apologise to someone, i get it now, and i regret my earlier naive point of view. It annoys me that I acted how i did, but what is in the past is, well, in the past.
I've also gained a new interest in writing and reading. Well not a new interest, an old one that I assumed i was terrible at.
Thats the rubbish thats going on in my head, as per usual. Today was very mixed, rowing wasn't brilliant I rowed the whole session with a broken seat, and my coach only looked at it when i'd Shawn the wheel off. The dentist took seconds as usual, then i met up with charlie :D
which was really good, had a really nice afternoon. Bought slumdog millionare and an overpriced moleskin notebook.
Which direction i am going to take, my friends, my intrests and what I spend my time on.
I recently took up rowing, which, obviously, conversely and ironicly takes up time. Leaving me less time to spend on other things.
You can't half do rowing, you either do or you don't.
What is strange is that i seem to spend my time doing other things now, less time on facebook, less time doing very little, more time in the bath, more time aching, more time writing, more time tired, less time at home, less time arguing, more time organising.
Having less time, i think, is slowly teaching me to appreciate and use the time i have to do things i want to. rather than wasting it.
I don't know what i want to do when I'm older, i wish i could be a full time photographer, but that's very unlikely. I know which A Levels I'm going to take, just deciding on which kind of English. No idea about university or whatever yet though.
My friends are fine really, just the same as usual, i just see less of them as a group and more of the ones I want to see.
Starting rowing was a very ironic decision, and now I've been doing it for a short time, i almost feel that I have to apologise to someone, i get it now, and i regret my earlier naive point of view. It annoys me that I acted how i did, but what is in the past is, well, in the past.
I've also gained a new interest in writing and reading. Well not a new interest, an old one that I assumed i was terrible at.
Thats the rubbish thats going on in my head, as per usual. Today was very mixed, rowing wasn't brilliant I rowed the whole session with a broken seat, and my coach only looked at it when i'd Shawn the wheel off. The dentist took seconds as usual, then i met up with charlie :D
which was really good, had a really nice afternoon. Bought slumdog millionare and an overpriced moleskin notebook.
Sunday, 25 October 2009
100. The Que.
I'm sitting on a plane. The seats that surround me are blue, and the one directly infont of me is too close for comfort. The average age on this flight appears to be rather young, as all I can hear are young children chatting, shouting and giggleing away, acompanied by the sound of mario kart and the rumble of the plane. My mother sits on my left, Reading, her eyes look tired and her face is a little pale with
the cold that she seems to have befriended. As she reads she turns each page as if it was made of gold, her dainty hands like spiders.
A trolley travels down the central isle, ever so often meeting a person coming the other way, a manouver that only a morbid anorexic would be able to complete.My gaze turns to the window, I look out, almost blinded by the glare of the sun reflecting off the cloud.A black bag sits at my feet, made out of leather and has two straps, one short and identically styled, and when the other strap is out of view makes it look like a designer nosebag. The second strap is much longer, and made out of canvas with a pink stripe. The contents are what you'd expect from a piece of hand luggage. An iPod touch, phone, purse; issue of vouge and two paperback books. These two books are distinctly different, one is large, pattened with a decrotive cover advitising a prize it has won. The second is small , black with a picture of a vampire on the front. It is teenage fiction, easy to read with a simple storyline designed specifically for the minds of teenage girls. The components of the plot are very simple, school, relationships, the future and issues that girls of that age may possibly face. It's not a complex book, not one that will have needed much research, the places described are enirley fictional and the book never designed to be realistic.The other has a complex and intresting plot, contains detailed description of the placed concerned, talks of art, science, religion and politics, shortlisted for the man booker prize.
As I sit here, the irritating sound of the child behind me's rattle creeps up on my nerves, like a tiger. The sound wanders around my head and leaves me dreading each innocent shake.My mother has fallen asleep, her book now stowed in the pocket infront
of her.
The child has dropped it's rattle, it let's out a small welp of displeasure and the mother promptly returns the irritating object to the child, the shaking continues.A que of people has formed behind the trolley, either trying to return to thier seats or getting up to the loo. A small child stands at the end of my row, he is a young boy and is faced with the behind of the man serving from the trolley. The boy is begining to get impatient. His mother looms down on him from behind with a gleam in her eye, she is proud of her son it seems, and looking forward to the holiday at
the end of her flight. The boy, being young and nive toward polite practice in his current position looks up at the man, and says the only thing he understands to be enirley correct, 'excuse me, please' his voice winney with childhood innocence.
The flight attendant is dealing with a customer and dosen't hear the boy. The boy looks up at the man as he is ignored, he looks straight at me as I watch him, then up at his mother who is looking the other way. He takes his small hand out of his pocket and pokes the flight attendant three times in the bottom. The flight attendant is startled, turns around, and looks straight over the childs head. He glances down at the boy and chuckles a nervous laugh. He politley asks the que to move backwards to the next avalible place for passing.The boy beams a cheeky grin as his mother scoots him off.
©
the cold that she seems to have befriended. As she reads she turns each page as if it was made of gold, her dainty hands like spiders.
A trolley travels down the central isle, ever so often meeting a person coming the other way, a manouver that only a morbid anorexic would be able to complete.My gaze turns to the window, I look out, almost blinded by the glare of the sun reflecting off the cloud.A black bag sits at my feet, made out of leather and has two straps, one short and identically styled, and when the other strap is out of view makes it look like a designer nosebag. The second strap is much longer, and made out of canvas with a pink stripe. The contents are what you'd expect from a piece of hand luggage. An iPod touch, phone, purse; issue of vouge and two paperback books. These two books are distinctly different, one is large, pattened with a decrotive cover advitising a prize it has won. The second is small , black with a picture of a vampire on the front. It is teenage fiction, easy to read with a simple storyline designed specifically for the minds of teenage girls. The components of the plot are very simple, school, relationships, the future and issues that girls of that age may possibly face. It's not a complex book, not one that will have needed much research, the places described are enirley fictional and the book never designed to be realistic.The other has a complex and intresting plot, contains detailed description of the placed concerned, talks of art, science, religion and politics, shortlisted for the man booker prize.
As I sit here, the irritating sound of the child behind me's rattle creeps up on my nerves, like a tiger. The sound wanders around my head and leaves me dreading each innocent shake.My mother has fallen asleep, her book now stowed in the pocket infront
of her.
The child has dropped it's rattle, it let's out a small welp of displeasure and the mother promptly returns the irritating object to the child, the shaking continues.A que of people has formed behind the trolley, either trying to return to thier seats or getting up to the loo. A small child stands at the end of my row, he is a young boy and is faced with the behind of the man serving from the trolley. The boy is begining to get impatient. His mother looms down on him from behind with a gleam in her eye, she is proud of her son it seems, and looking forward to the holiday at
the end of her flight. The boy, being young and nive toward polite practice in his current position looks up at the man, and says the only thing he understands to be enirley correct, 'excuse me, please' his voice winney with childhood innocence.
The flight attendant is dealing with a customer and dosen't hear the boy. The boy looks up at the man as he is ignored, he looks straight at me as I watch him, then up at his mother who is looking the other way. He takes his small hand out of his pocket and pokes the flight attendant three times in the bottom. The flight attendant is startled, turns around, and looks straight over the childs head. He glances down at the boy and chuckles a nervous laugh. He politley asks the que to move backwards to the next avalible place for passing.The boy beams a cheeky grin as his mother scoots him off.
©
99. Airport Scam
I clamber out of the coach after my brother, the cool breeze blowing at my hair. We collect our luggage from the hold and our parents join us, dressed for traveling. People are congregating outside the doors of the empty airport, the automatic doors are closed and there isn't an official in sight. More coaches arrive, full of the now sunkissed tourists I have spent my week with. As the crowd grew larger the emptiness of the airport grew. Holiday reps weave in and out of bemused families, answering questions and distracting the hyperactive children for a few precious seconds; When out of the linoneum void of the depatures lounge a tracksuit clad man appears. with coffee in hand he walks up behind the door, switchs a button and promptly disappears. The automatic doors ironicly opened and the flock entered the echoing airport.
After this flur of activity, more nothing. Check out clerks began to appear and the airport came to life, we moved slowly and through the masses of people to the departure lounge, were we were some of the first through. It was smaller than the previous room, with row upon row of cheap metal seating. We sat among the seats and the two shops in the corner opened up thier shutters, further conformation that this airport opened at most once a week. I made my way up to a kiosk selling hot drinks, a cheap metal affair embedded in a wall, with a ccompact glass cabinet filled with old looking sandwiches. A White board with a poorly translated price list sat slumped on a shelf behind the counter. A man from the only other family in the departure lounge stood infront of me. He orders two cups of tea, and recoils in horror at the price the lady gives him. He looks accusingly at the price board, which details a far lower price for the drinks. A civil, subdued disagreement bordering on an argument ensues, exacerbated somehwhat by the substitution of polite banalities with wild
gesticulations. The price board is promptly removed and the man is no happier, I get the distinct feeling that the price of a cup of tea in this airport will be heavily depenant on your personal appearance and tolerance for being ripped off. I give up on my previous intention of purchasing hot chocolate for my companions, so instead selflessly purchase four lolly pops for my own consumption. With the exchange rate in the current climate I just paid four pound fifty for them, I'm not amused. I have niether the energy or tolerance to argue the fact I can purchase the same goods in britan for under a pound. My parents laugh at me but still gladly accept their sweets. They ask if i have discovered why it was my money that bought the family's sweets. Bloody volitiale international money markets.
Jasmine Beverley Tredget and Maximillion Charles Long Bruges ©
After this flur of activity, more nothing. Check out clerks began to appear and the airport came to life, we moved slowly and through the masses of people to the departure lounge, were we were some of the first through. It was smaller than the previous room, with row upon row of cheap metal seating. We sat among the seats and the two shops in the corner opened up thier shutters, further conformation that this airport opened at most once a week. I made my way up to a kiosk selling hot drinks, a cheap metal affair embedded in a wall, with a ccompact glass cabinet filled with old looking sandwiches. A White board with a poorly translated price list sat slumped on a shelf behind the counter. A man from the only other family in the departure lounge stood infront of me. He orders two cups of tea, and recoils in horror at the price the lady gives him. He looks accusingly at the price board, which details a far lower price for the drinks. A civil, subdued disagreement bordering on an argument ensues, exacerbated somehwhat by the substitution of polite banalities with wild
gesticulations. The price board is promptly removed and the man is no happier, I get the distinct feeling that the price of a cup of tea in this airport will be heavily depenant on your personal appearance and tolerance for being ripped off. I give up on my previous intention of purchasing hot chocolate for my companions, so instead selflessly purchase four lolly pops for my own consumption. With the exchange rate in the current climate I just paid four pound fifty for them, I'm not amused. I have niether the energy or tolerance to argue the fact I can purchase the same goods in britan for under a pound. My parents laugh at me but still gladly accept their sweets. They ask if i have discovered why it was my money that bought the family's sweets. Bloody volitiale international money markets.
Jasmine Beverley Tredget and Maximillion Charles Long Bruges ©
Sunday, 27 September 2009
98. Tips for Blokes
GET SOME NEW SHOES BOYS.
TRAINERS + JEANS LOOK AWFUL, SAVE THEM FOR P.E.
THANK YOU
Ellen and Jazz.
TRAINERS + JEANS LOOK AWFUL, SAVE THEM FOR P.E.
THANK YOU
Ellen and Jazz.
97. New.
Ok, i wasn't going to write about this but seeing as the other party did, i feel obliged to do so.
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart. Yeah, I think I'll be alright, I'm working so I won't have to try so hard. Tables, they turn sometimes.
well summed up really.I wouldn't be suprised if our blogs have very little difference.
I feel refreshed, saddened, yes but ready. Its over, and were not going to get back together. It was probably some of the happiest 8 months of my life, and I think its taught me a lot.
Don't take advantage of what you've got, but don't stop other things because of it.
I didn't take up...quite a few things because of the lack of time we had. I feel older, wiser, and less naive. Yer I've still got a lot to learn but here i am.
I'm looking forward to Cabaret way too much this year :) School work is fine. Yes, its going well even.
I'm determined to suceed.
Oh, and a close mate of mine told me the other day, you do to much, we'll never see you anymore.
What does he do with his time?
oh i talk to people..
So do i? what about after school?
i go on msn.
Ah well. Don't try and discourage me, go out and do stuff.
For a cliche - you've only got one life, live a fucking little :P
I am.
CROATIA HOLIDAY 10 KATY PEGG :D
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart. Yeah, I think I'll be alright, I'm working so I won't have to try so hard. Tables, they turn sometimes.
well summed up really.I wouldn't be suprised if our blogs have very little difference.
I feel refreshed, saddened, yes but ready. Its over, and were not going to get back together. It was probably some of the happiest 8 months of my life, and I think its taught me a lot.
Don't take advantage of what you've got, but don't stop other things because of it.
I didn't take up...quite a few things because of the lack of time we had. I feel older, wiser, and less naive. Yer I've still got a lot to learn but here i am.
I'm looking forward to Cabaret way too much this year :) School work is fine. Yes, its going well even.
I'm determined to suceed.
Oh, and a close mate of mine told me the other day, you do to much, we'll never see you anymore.
What does he do with his time?
oh i talk to people..
So do i? what about after school?
i go on msn.
Ah well. Don't try and discourage me, go out and do stuff.
For a cliche - you've only got one life, live a fucking little :P
I am.
CROATIA HOLIDAY 10 KATY PEGG :D
Saturday, 26 September 2009
96. Hello?
Today i am tired.
Last night i went to Medges 16TH Birthday :)
I'd be lieing if i said i didn't get bored.
The game of dares even got samey.
I have just signed up to do the school Caberet Evening, which should be brilliant.
Were having a BBQ tomorow, but i don't know if i can be bothered to be sociable. I am really tired at the moment, probably because i didn't sleep much last night.
Yay, year 11 is hard work, but its ok.
I wish Year 11 would start and end sometimes. So its just over..
I really want to see FAME at the cinema soon :)
I'l see if i can go tomorrow night.
I got the top of my ear pierced a few days ago :)
I got Tim Minchens new album, its really clever in a way, i like his comedy.
This one isn't funny, but it makes me smile.
Last night i went to Medges 16TH Birthday :)
I'd be lieing if i said i didn't get bored.
The game of dares even got samey.
I have just signed up to do the school Caberet Evening, which should be brilliant.
Were having a BBQ tomorow, but i don't know if i can be bothered to be sociable. I am really tired at the moment, probably because i didn't sleep much last night.
Yay, year 11 is hard work, but its ok.
I wish Year 11 would start and end sometimes. So its just over..
I really want to see FAME at the cinema soon :)
I'l see if i can go tomorrow night.
I got the top of my ear pierced a few days ago :)
I got Tim Minchens new album, its really clever in a way, i like his comedy.
This one isn't funny, but it makes me smile.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
94. GUESS WHAT
I'm really happy.
For the last few days, i have been...so happy.
I don't know where this sudden burst of realisation about how brilliant life is at the moment has come from.
As things atm, are not even brilliant, bad stuff is running through as usual, well a little more than usual, but. I don't know.
I AM HAPPY.
I'm sat here, listening to the mumbelling of the surround sound playing Jack Johnson's subtle tones through the floor of my room. It must be really loud downstairs.
Ellen made cakes. Her pictures of them are really cool (especially the last one :))
I'm rowing tomorrow, which may take my life away, but its not too bad as I'm not in a boat with others.
Played hockey for the first team, which was tiring but so fun.
Now i must carry on with my coursework, i apologize for the lack of blogs, i'm busy and i seem to be spending any spare time watching tv or asleep..
:)
For the last few days, i have been...so happy.
I don't know where this sudden burst of realisation about how brilliant life is at the moment has come from.
As things atm, are not even brilliant, bad stuff is running through as usual, well a little more than usual, but. I don't know.
I AM HAPPY.
I'm sat here, listening to the mumbelling of the surround sound playing Jack Johnson's subtle tones through the floor of my room. It must be really loud downstairs.
Ellen made cakes. Her pictures of them are really cool (especially the last one :))
I'm rowing tomorrow, which may take my life away, but its not too bad as I'm not in a boat with others.
Played hockey for the first team, which was tiring but so fun.
Now i must carry on with my coursework, i apologize for the lack of blogs, i'm busy and i seem to be spending any spare time watching tv or asleep..
:)
Sunday, 30 August 2009
93. Bazzar.
This week has messed up my head.
I got My GCSE results for my science modules.
A* in Biology
A in Chemistry
B in Physics
I wanted 3 A's so i suppose thats ok. I might retake Physics but I'm well happy with Biology.
I hate it when this conversation arises.
Me; Hiya, How'd you do?
Other ; 3 A*'s you?
Me; Nice one! Well done.A* in Biology
A in Chemistry
B in Physics
Other; WOW, OMG you did so well, well done, thats exellent...
ermm...? wtf. You got better than me, a simple well done wouldn't have pissed me off, but don't over compensate. Just makes people who arn't as clever as you angry. Ok, maybe just me, but its so patronising.
Then i went to Ellen's results party which was obscure and i came back with a fucked up head.
I was told something i now wish i didn't know.
I finished with Jack.
Alex and Alex got off..with not subtlety.
Hannah and Rammy got together.
All of which messed up my head, funnily enough the one that did the least fucking up was the one that actually concerned me.
It'l take some getting over but to be honest its for the best, I'd had enough anyway, and well, I'm not going to go into it.
So now. School starts on Thursday, Hardest year of my life acidemicly so far.. Wahoo.
To be honest, I'm feeling quite happy with that side of things.
Its just the rest.
Some of my frieendships just feel false, others are fine. I don't know. Ahrg.
stupid party.
I got My GCSE results for my science modules.
A* in Biology
A in Chemistry
B in Physics
I wanted 3 A's so i suppose thats ok. I might retake Physics but I'm well happy with Biology.
I hate it when this conversation arises.
Me; Hiya, How'd you do?
Other ; 3 A*'s you?
Me; Nice one! Well done.A* in Biology
A in Chemistry
B in Physics
Other; WOW, OMG you did so well, well done, thats exellent...
ermm...? wtf. You got better than me, a simple well done wouldn't have pissed me off, but don't over compensate. Just makes people who arn't as clever as you angry. Ok, maybe just me, but its so patronising.
Then i went to Ellen's results party which was obscure and i came back with a fucked up head.
I was told something i now wish i didn't know.
I finished with Jack.
Alex and Alex got off..with not subtlety.
Hannah and Rammy got together.
All of which messed up my head, funnily enough the one that did the least fucking up was the one that actually concerned me.
It'l take some getting over but to be honest its for the best, I'd had enough anyway, and well, I'm not going to go into it.
So now. School starts on Thursday, Hardest year of my life acidemicly so far.. Wahoo.
To be honest, I'm feeling quite happy with that side of things.
Its just the rest.
Some of my frieendships just feel false, others are fine. I don't know. Ahrg.
stupid party.
Monday, 3 August 2009
92. Totally unproductive.
---------------LAST PERSON WHO--------------
x. Slept in your bed: What apposed to me? Jack, but i wasn't in it too.
x. Saw you cry: same.
x. Made you cry: Mother probably, people don't usually make me cry.
x. You shared a drink with: Alex Hall
x. You went to the movies: Jesus, Jack again - Harry Potter
x. You went to the mall with: Alex E and Hutty
x. Yelled at you: Parents or brother.
x. Sent you an email: CDWOW i think..
-----------------HAVE YOU EVER---------------
x. Have you ever liked someone who hadn't like you?: Yer.
x. Said "I Love You" and meant it? i think so.
x. Gotten in a fight with your pet: No..
x. Been to California: No.
x. Been to Hawaii: No.
x. Been to Mexico: No.
x. Been to China: No - want to though
x. Been to Canada: No.
x. Danced naked: Perhaps ;p
x. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day? No.
x. Do you have a crush on someone: If you can call it a crush.
x. What book are you reading now: None actually.
x. Worst feeling in the world: inadequete
x. Future son's name: James or Adam
x. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: No.
x. What's under your bed: Another Mattress.
x. Favorite sport to watch: Tour de France or F1 or the winter olympics
x. Siblings: 1 Brother
x. Location: Earth.
x. College plans:Wherever the wind takes me.
x. boyfriend/Girlfriend: Boyfriend from my experience...
------------------------EXTRA STUFF----------------------
x. Do you do drugs: No.
x. Do you drink: Rarely.
x. What are you most scared of: Don't have any massive fears.. the obvious and rational..
x. Where do you want to get married: No idea.
x. Who do you really hate: Nobody.
x. Been in Love: perhaps, who knows?
x. Do you drive: a tractor..
x. Do you have a job: yep.
x. Do you like being around people: Depends who they are
----------------------------STUFF---------------------
x. Have you ever cried over something someone of the opposite sex did: Yes.
x. Do you have a "type" of person you always go for? No.
x. Want someone you don't have right now: Yes.
x. Are you lonely right now: No.
x. Song thats sticks in your head a lot: Too many to list.
x. Do you want to get married: Depends on the future
x. Do you want kids: Depends, but eventually yes.
----------------FAVORITE---------------------
x. Room in house: Mine.
x. music: Most things
x. Band(s): Loads, But man + Talent + voice + guitar is the usual.
x. Perfume or cologne?: perfume.
x. Month: July.
x. Stone: Ruby or Emerald.
--------------IN THE LAST WEEK, HAVE YOU---------------
x. Cried: No.
x. Bought something: Yes.
x. Gotten sick: No.
x. Sang: Constantly.
x. Wanted to tell someone you loved them: yep.
x. Met someone new: Nope.
x. Missed someone: yes.
x. Hugged someone: yes.
x. Kissed someone: yes.
----------- I N F O R M A T I O N ------------
Name: Jazz Tredget.
Status: Taken
Sex: female
Birthday: 28th July
Sign: gemini
Hair color: Brunette
Eye color: brown
Height: average/tall
----------- F A S H I O N | S T U F F --------------
Where is your favorite place to shop for clothes: topshop or h&m
Favorite designer? No clue.
What is your sexiest outfit? Hahh, you should be so lucky.
What is your most comfortable outfit? Trackies + hoodie.
What do you usually wear? Jeans and a Tshirt.
-------------- S P E C I F I C S -------------------
What kind of shampoo do you use? Dove.
What are you listening to right now: oddly nothing, - now a certain song by John Mayer that has good memories associated with it.
Who is the last person that called you? Jack.
How many buddies are online right now?: 5
------------- F A V O R I T E S -----------------
Foods: i like soup.
girls name: Not sure.
Boys names: Adam (Lol Ellen)
Subjects in school: Art =D
Animals: cat.
---------------- H A V E | Y O U | E V E R -------------
Given anyone a bath? My little cousin.
Smoked? Nope.
Bungee jumped? No.
Made yourself throw up?: Only because i was going to anyway.
Ever been in love? as i said, who knows? i'm happy if that helps?!
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? No.
Cried when someone died? Yes, when it dawned on me.
Done something you regret? Yes.
------------- fave ---------------------
Music: repetitive this quiz?
Smell: Lol, as kerry put, MAN SMELL. i.e eau de pooley.
Desktop picture: St. Pauls
DVD : lots really..
--------------- A R E | Y O U ---------------------
Understanding: try my best to be.
Open-minded: i'd like to think so.
Arrogant: Aprently =p but no i'm not.
Insecure: a bit
Random: can be.
Hungry: nutella + digestives...
Smart: aparently.
Organized: sometimes
Healthy: yes.
Shy: Not hugely.
Difficult: when i want to be.
Bored easily: depends.
Obsessed: no.
Angry: nope
Sad: nope
Happy: content
Hyper: Nope.
Trusting: if its importaint to the person.
--------- W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A --------
Kill?: noone.
Slap?: noone.
Get really wasted with?: noone.
Sex it up with: ha!
------------------ R A N D O M ---------------------
In the morning Im: asleep.
All you need is: LOVE (sorry, beatles tribute n'all)
Love is: cruel
I dream about: nothing usually.
Playing with: typing??
What do you notice first in the opposite sex you're into: Stature, face, hair.
--------- W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R ---------------
Coke or Pepsi: coke
Flowers or candy: flowers
Tall or short: tall =)
--------------- W H O ---------------
Makes you laugh the most: Ellen
Makes you smile: lots of people, Dani, Ellen, Jack, tiddles,yingo, alex..the list goes on
-------------- D O | Y O U | E V E R -----------------
Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: have done, kinda grown out if it.
Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: sometimes.
Wish you were younger: Sometimes.
Cried because someone said something to you? Yes.
----------------- N U M B E R --------------
Of times I have had my heart broken: None.
Of CD's I own: a few.
Of scars on my body: lots..over 10
There we go, a pointless, repetitive quiz to keep me amused. It makes me seem really soppy and obsessed..But there we go.
Oh well, that was to cure my boredum your welcome to fill it out yourselves.
x. Slept in your bed: What apposed to me? Jack, but i wasn't in it too.
x. Saw you cry: same.
x. Made you cry: Mother probably, people don't usually make me cry.
x. You shared a drink with: Alex Hall
x. You went to the movies: Jesus, Jack again - Harry Potter
x. You went to the mall with: Alex E and Hutty
x. Yelled at you: Parents or brother.
x. Sent you an email: CDWOW i think..
-----------------HAVE YOU EVER---------------
x. Have you ever liked someone who hadn't like you?: Yer.
x. Said "I Love You" and meant it? i think so.
x. Gotten in a fight with your pet: No..
x. Been to California: No.
x. Been to Hawaii: No.
x. Been to Mexico: No.
x. Been to China: No - want to though
x. Been to Canada: No.
x. Danced naked: Perhaps ;p
x. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day? No.
x. Do you have a crush on someone: If you can call it a crush.
x. What book are you reading now: None actually.
x. Worst feeling in the world: inadequete
x. Future son's name: James or Adam
x. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: No.
x. What's under your bed: Another Mattress.
x. Favorite sport to watch: Tour de France or F1 or the winter olympics
x. Siblings: 1 Brother
x. Location: Earth.
x. College plans:Wherever the wind takes me.
x. boyfriend/Girlfriend: Boyfriend from my experience...
------------------------EXTRA STUFF----------------------
x. Do you do drugs: No.
x. Do you drink: Rarely.
x. What are you most scared of: Don't have any massive fears.. the obvious and rational..
x. Where do you want to get married: No idea.
x. Who do you really hate: Nobody.
x. Been in Love: perhaps, who knows?
x. Do you drive: a tractor..
x. Do you have a job: yep.
x. Do you like being around people: Depends who they are
----------------------------STUFF---------------------
x. Have you ever cried over something someone of the opposite sex did: Yes.
x. Do you have a "type" of person you always go for? No.
x. Want someone you don't have right now: Yes.
x. Are you lonely right now: No.
x. Song thats sticks in your head a lot: Too many to list.
x. Do you want to get married: Depends on the future
x. Do you want kids: Depends, but eventually yes.
----------------FAVORITE---------------------
x. Room in house: Mine.
x. music: Most things
x. Band(s): Loads, But man + Talent + voice + guitar is the usual.
x. Perfume or cologne?: perfume.
x. Month: July.
x. Stone: Ruby or Emerald.
--------------IN THE LAST WEEK, HAVE YOU---------------
x. Cried: No.
x. Bought something: Yes.
x. Gotten sick: No.
x. Sang: Constantly.
x. Wanted to tell someone you loved them: yep.
x. Met someone new: Nope.
x. Missed someone: yes.
x. Hugged someone: yes.
x. Kissed someone: yes.
----------- I N F O R M A T I O N ------------
Name: Jazz Tredget.
Status: Taken
Sex: female
Birthday: 28th July
Sign: gemini
Hair color: Brunette
Eye color: brown
Height: average/tall
----------- F A S H I O N | S T U F F --------------
Where is your favorite place to shop for clothes: topshop or h&m
Favorite designer? No clue.
What is your sexiest outfit? Hahh, you should be so lucky.
What is your most comfortable outfit? Trackies + hoodie.
What do you usually wear? Jeans and a Tshirt.
-------------- S P E C I F I C S -------------------
What kind of shampoo do you use? Dove.
What are you listening to right now: oddly nothing, - now a certain song by John Mayer that has good memories associated with it.
Who is the last person that called you? Jack.
How many buddies are online right now?: 5
------------- F A V O R I T E S -----------------
Foods: i like soup.
girls name: Not sure.
Boys names: Adam (Lol Ellen)
Subjects in school: Art =D
Animals: cat.
---------------- H A V E | Y O U | E V E R -------------
Given anyone a bath? My little cousin.
Smoked? Nope.
Bungee jumped? No.
Made yourself throw up?: Only because i was going to anyway.
Ever been in love? as i said, who knows? i'm happy if that helps?!
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? No.
Cried when someone died? Yes, when it dawned on me.
Done something you regret? Yes.
------------- fave ---------------------
Music: repetitive this quiz?
Smell: Lol, as kerry put, MAN SMELL. i.e eau de pooley.
Desktop picture: St. Pauls
DVD : lots really..
--------------- A R E | Y O U ---------------------
Understanding: try my best to be.
Open-minded: i'd like to think so.
Arrogant: Aprently =p but no i'm not.
Insecure: a bit
Random: can be.
Hungry: nutella + digestives...
Smart: aparently.
Organized: sometimes
Healthy: yes.
Shy: Not hugely.
Difficult: when i want to be.
Bored easily: depends.
Obsessed: no.
Angry: nope
Sad: nope
Happy: content
Hyper: Nope.
Trusting: if its importaint to the person.
--------- W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A --------
Kill?: noone.
Slap?: noone.
Get really wasted with?: noone.
Sex it up with: ha!
------------------ R A N D O M ---------------------
In the morning Im: asleep.
All you need is: LOVE (sorry, beatles tribute n'all)
Love is: cruel
I dream about: nothing usually.
Playing with: typing??
What do you notice first in the opposite sex you're into: Stature, face, hair.
--------- W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R ---------------
Coke or Pepsi: coke
Flowers or candy: flowers
Tall or short: tall =)
--------------- W H O ---------------
Makes you laugh the most: Ellen
Makes you smile: lots of people, Dani, Ellen, Jack, tiddles,yingo, alex..the list goes on
-------------- D O | Y O U | E V E R -----------------
Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: have done, kinda grown out if it.
Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: sometimes.
Wish you were younger: Sometimes.
Cried because someone said something to you? Yes.
----------------- N U M B E R --------------
Of times I have had my heart broken: None.
Of CD's I own: a few.
Of scars on my body: lots..over 10
There we go, a pointless, repetitive quiz to keep me amused. It makes me seem really soppy and obsessed..But there we go.
Oh well, that was to cure my boredum your welcome to fill it out yourselves.
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
91. 15
Yesterday I turned 15 years old.
As usual I feel no different, but I am growing up.
I am halfway to thirty, and i know thats an awful way of thinking about it but it is true.
15 is nearly 16, and it won't surprise me if this year goes exeptionally fast, I have a year of coursework and GCSE's ahead of me. Followed by a good summer, that will include getting a job. Then finding out how i do in my GCSE's, then knowing where i'm going for 6th form.
Though right now, on the 29th of July 2009, its just fine.
its fine to be the 29th of July, it dosen't need to be next year and I'm not sure i want to wish it away. I've still got the best part of 4 weeks of holiday left, yes that 4 weeks may include some serious graft, but it also includes two weeks in the sun, a week with grandparents and a mixed week at home.
The mixed week will be a mixture of a Two things ;
Coursework
Mates
Anyway last night i went to London with my parents and brother. We walked around china town looking for a resturant and eventually went for italian.Ironic perhaps. I had sea Bass which was so nice. Anyway then we went to see Les Miserables.
Which was fantastic. The voices where like i'd never herd, the stage was fantastic.
When le'marc sang bring him home, it was spine tingeling, when the little boy sang along with the inn keeper and his wife, it had us in fits of laughter and when the mother lasset sang i dreamed a dream.. i was jealous that i don;t have her voicE!
The stage was so cool. I don't really know how to describe it expect that it revolved around, so that walking scenes could be acted and scenes where changed in seconds. The baracade was odd, to begin with it looked like something from robot wars, but you soon saw its actual purpose.
Go see it, you may not like it as much as i did but hey, i'm a looser for any kind of musical theater.
Then we got the slow train home, oh don;t you love late night public transport? There was a funny drunk women who was tlaking to everyone. Its often worse.
anyway. Its 364 days until i'm 16 and can legally do some stuff i can't now. Well can't... is a stupid word because to be honest, if i so wished i could do most of those things and not get caught with ease. Not that i plan to.
Ahh...school. Its a big year and i can;t decide weather i will manage to work hard for its entireity.
In my mind i have this image of me working hard in my lessons, doing all my homeework, working hard on it, reviseing, actually putting a bit of effort into german and trying my very best to suceed.
But i do have an inkeling feeling that i'l get to school, and inn my first lesson i'll just do as i usually do. Do the work, work hard but don;t.. exel..in anything.
I'm not sure the end outcome will be any differnt for either.
Tiddles? When is this second party? Please?
I'm being called to go eat my dinner.
I may blog incesently and ramel endlessly about the same old things some more, though most of ,my blogs seem to end with me saying i'll add more later, that very rarely occours.
I hope you all have lovely days.
Bye x
As usual I feel no different, but I am growing up.
I am halfway to thirty, and i know thats an awful way of thinking about it but it is true.
15 is nearly 16, and it won't surprise me if this year goes exeptionally fast, I have a year of coursework and GCSE's ahead of me. Followed by a good summer, that will include getting a job. Then finding out how i do in my GCSE's, then knowing where i'm going for 6th form.
Though right now, on the 29th of July 2009, its just fine.
its fine to be the 29th of July, it dosen't need to be next year and I'm not sure i want to wish it away. I've still got the best part of 4 weeks of holiday left, yes that 4 weeks may include some serious graft, but it also includes two weeks in the sun, a week with grandparents and a mixed week at home.
The mixed week will be a mixture of a Two things ;
Coursework
Mates
Anyway last night i went to London with my parents and brother. We walked around china town looking for a resturant and eventually went for italian.Ironic perhaps. I had sea Bass which was so nice. Anyway then we went to see Les Miserables.
Which was fantastic. The voices where like i'd never herd, the stage was fantastic.
When le'marc sang bring him home, it was spine tingeling, when the little boy sang along with the inn keeper and his wife, it had us in fits of laughter and when the mother lasset sang i dreamed a dream.. i was jealous that i don;t have her voicE!
The stage was so cool. I don't really know how to describe it expect that it revolved around, so that walking scenes could be acted and scenes where changed in seconds. The baracade was odd, to begin with it looked like something from robot wars, but you soon saw its actual purpose.
Go see it, you may not like it as much as i did but hey, i'm a looser for any kind of musical theater.
Then we got the slow train home, oh don;t you love late night public transport? There was a funny drunk women who was tlaking to everyone. Its often worse.
anyway. Its 364 days until i'm 16 and can legally do some stuff i can't now. Well can't... is a stupid word because to be honest, if i so wished i could do most of those things and not get caught with ease. Not that i plan to.
Ahh...school. Its a big year and i can;t decide weather i will manage to work hard for its entireity.
In my mind i have this image of me working hard in my lessons, doing all my homeework, working hard on it, reviseing, actually putting a bit of effort into german and trying my very best to suceed.
But i do have an inkeling feeling that i'l get to school, and inn my first lesson i'll just do as i usually do. Do the work, work hard but don;t.. exel..in anything.
I'm not sure the end outcome will be any differnt for either.
Tiddles? When is this second party? Please?
I'm being called to go eat my dinner.
I may blog incesently and ramel endlessly about the same old things some more, though most of ,my blogs seem to end with me saying i'll add more later, that very rarely occours.
I hope you all have lovely days.
Bye x
Sunday, 19 July 2009
90. Brighton
On friday me and my mates went to Brighton for my birthday, it was a right laugh. We shopped in the lanes, paddled in the sea went on the pier, got directions from a stoned street artist and ate out at 'donatellos'.
Fun times where had.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
89. RAF CAMP
What a week.
It began as it intended to continue.
We pulled up with a huge barrack block on our left and a field on the right, on the edge of a RAF station.
The door of our mini bus is thrown back and a man dressed in RAF No.2's sticks his head around the side.
'Cases out, lined up in rank order over there, GO'
Next we are sent up to our rooms and we are given 20 mins to get unpacked and get into our uniform.
My room has four beds, four cupoards, two windows and a door.
I put my stuff in the cupoard and throw my uniform on.
20 mins later we are formed up as one huge section, and our uniform is inspected.
Fluff is picked from berets, shirts need to be ironed, boots must be polished and there are many haircuts needed. So we spend the afternoon sorting these things.
Then, How to sort our rooms for inspection.
Sargent Beau shows us how our rooms are expected to look. Woah.
By this point all though we aree among people we hardly know we share a common understanding - this is going to be insane.
We are told that another schools going to arrive tomorrow and we are to explain everything to them as they 'arn't strangers, just friends you haven't met yet'
Try trying to keep a straight face whilst a hard ass sargent repeats that phrase over and over as he talks to you.
Anyway, the week continued in a similar fashion, flying was fun as i did a loop the loop and took off =)
The other school arrived from scotland, glenalmond.. a huge mixed boarding school. I was now sharing a room with two of them.
Meal times where foul, a lower ranks mess isn't gourmet but its vaugly edible.
Room Inspection?
Passed every single one =) White glove and everything.
We had to march EVERYWHERE, if i wanted to go to the shop, alone, you had to march.
We spent a whole morning on marching at the begining and an afternoon towards the end followed by an evening which was a competition.
We spent time orianteering, and climding about in the woods.
Weapons training, Going over the same weapons drill's over and over and over again. Shooting on a DCCT range, which was frankly, sick. Electronic version of a real range it was so cool.
The real range and weapons test, it was an experience. Shooting something that if i so wished, i could do some serious damage to the guy next to me.
I did the test twice.
You had to shoot 5 rounds in the smallest group, followed by the most acurate, then most accurate without a support, then rapid fire.
The first time i didn't getv a score high enough to pass, but i thought that was acceptable seeing as it was my first time.
Sarge then decided i had potential and put me on the range again, i got 71, which is a first class =) (pass-2nd Class-1st Class-Marksman) I was pretty chuffed because i got the higest score out of everyone and a nice badge to put on my brazzard.
Pretty chuffed about that. The free time was minimal, but overall we had a pretty fun time, full of classic moments.
The outbreak of Ooi-Flu
The Color that had to be popped
The upside down magazine
the empty chamber
Harriiss's inapropriate crush
theres so much more to write but i'm tired and i have a tempreature, swine flu.
It began as it intended to continue.
We pulled up with a huge barrack block on our left and a field on the right, on the edge of a RAF station.
The door of our mini bus is thrown back and a man dressed in RAF No.2's sticks his head around the side.
'Cases out, lined up in rank order over there, GO'
Next we are sent up to our rooms and we are given 20 mins to get unpacked and get into our uniform.
My room has four beds, four cupoards, two windows and a door.
I put my stuff in the cupoard and throw my uniform on.
20 mins later we are formed up as one huge section, and our uniform is inspected.
Fluff is picked from berets, shirts need to be ironed, boots must be polished and there are many haircuts needed. So we spend the afternoon sorting these things.
Then, How to sort our rooms for inspection.
Sargent Beau shows us how our rooms are expected to look. Woah.
By this point all though we aree among people we hardly know we share a common understanding - this is going to be insane.
We are told that another schools going to arrive tomorrow and we are to explain everything to them as they 'arn't strangers, just friends you haven't met yet'
Try trying to keep a straight face whilst a hard ass sargent repeats that phrase over and over as he talks to you.
Anyway, the week continued in a similar fashion, flying was fun as i did a loop the loop and took off =)
The other school arrived from scotland, glenalmond.. a huge mixed boarding school. I was now sharing a room with two of them.
Meal times where foul, a lower ranks mess isn't gourmet but its vaugly edible.
Room Inspection?
Passed every single one =) White glove and everything.
We had to march EVERYWHERE, if i wanted to go to the shop, alone, you had to march.
We spent a whole morning on marching at the begining and an afternoon towards the end followed by an evening which was a competition.
We spent time orianteering, and climding about in the woods.
Weapons training, Going over the same weapons drill's over and over and over again. Shooting on a DCCT range, which was frankly, sick. Electronic version of a real range it was so cool.
The real range and weapons test, it was an experience. Shooting something that if i so wished, i could do some serious damage to the guy next to me.
I did the test twice.
You had to shoot 5 rounds in the smallest group, followed by the most acurate, then most accurate without a support, then rapid fire.
The first time i didn't getv a score high enough to pass, but i thought that was acceptable seeing as it was my first time.
Sarge then decided i had potential and put me on the range again, i got 71, which is a first class =) (pass-2nd Class-1st Class-Marksman) I was pretty chuffed because i got the higest score out of everyone and a nice badge to put on my brazzard.
Pretty chuffed about that. The free time was minimal, but overall we had a pretty fun time, full of classic moments.
The outbreak of Ooi-Flu
The Color that had to be popped
The upside down magazine
the empty chamber
Harriiss's inapropriate crush
theres so much more to write but i'm tired and i have a tempreature, swine flu.
Saturday, 4 July 2009
88. Apprehensive
Two fat ladies, 88.
I'm off to CCF RAF Camp in an hour, and I'm exited and Apprehensive.
I'm in charge of 30 Cadets (once again the only female) , i have to do room inspections ect.
I'll either be in a room on my own, or in a dorm with lots of Cadets i've never met.
Should be good though. I hope.
I'm not sure i like having responsability and authority, i don't want my Cadets to hate me, yet if i'm there mate i'll struggle to keep them in charge.
I'll report Back when i get home =)
Should be good..
I'm off to CCF RAF Camp in an hour, and I'm exited and Apprehensive.
I'm in charge of 30 Cadets (once again the only female) , i have to do room inspections ect.
I'll either be in a room on my own, or in a dorm with lots of Cadets i've never met.
Should be good though. I hope.
I'm not sure i like having responsability and authority, i don't want my Cadets to hate me, yet if i'm there mate i'll struggle to keep them in charge.
I'll report Back when i get home =)
Should be good..
Sunday, 28 June 2009
87.Micheal Jackson
is dead.
The King Of Pop is dead and gone.
I was not alive, or at least aware of him at his height.
I only experienced the worse end of his career. The Court Cases, The Drugs and the strange colour changing skin he possessed.
I know, that Michael Jackson is going to remembered, i hope it is for his imense Talent and not for his 'Wako Jako' persona.
I think weather you like MJ or not, weather your mind was changed by the media and the crimes he was convicted of, you must admit, He had some serious talent.
The King Of Pop is dead and gone.
I was not alive, or at least aware of him at his height.
I only experienced the worse end of his career. The Court Cases, The Drugs and the strange colour changing skin he possessed.
I know, that Michael Jackson is going to remembered, i hope it is for his imense Talent and not for his 'Wako Jako' persona.
I think weather you like MJ or not, weather your mind was changed by the media and the crimes he was convicted of, you must admit, He had some serious talent.
Monday, 15 June 2009
86. You've always got time
An assembly we had today made me think, for once. They're all designed to make you think but they rarely succeed.
If you want time you have it.
Today, I was rushed off my feet all day, i have things to do, people to see, work to do.
Everyone has the time if they want it. Your time is yours.
YOURS.
nobody else's . So, if you spend your time slaving over school work, thats how YOU choose to spend YOUR time.
If you spend your time on facebook worrying about the revision your not doing, its how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
If you are spending YOUR time working for a grumpy boss, thats how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
There are always repercussions. There is always time.
To laugh at a passing joke, for a quick drink with a mate, for a random chat, or for a quick passing blog when you should be revising.
But there's always time, if something is important enough to you, you'll make your time. Life's short, get your priorities right, think about the future, think about your mates, think about your school work, think about YOURSELF, get the balance right, Happiness seems to be the most important thing.
Your time is your time, nobody is forcing you, Do what YOU want to do, and deal with the consequence's of that, good or bad.
If i ever find the poem we where read, i'll post it.
Have a nice week, use your time wisely, every second is yours.
If you want time you have it.
Today, I was rushed off my feet all day, i have things to do, people to see, work to do.
Everyone has the time if they want it. Your time is yours.
YOURS.
nobody else's . So, if you spend your time slaving over school work, thats how YOU choose to spend YOUR time.
If you spend your time on facebook worrying about the revision your not doing, its how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
If you are spending YOUR time working for a grumpy boss, thats how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
There are always repercussions. There is always time.
To laugh at a passing joke, for a quick drink with a mate, for a random chat, or for a quick passing blog when you should be revising.
But there's always time, if something is important enough to you, you'll make your time. Life's short, get your priorities right, think about the future, think about your mates, think about your school work, think about YOURSELF, get the balance right, Happiness seems to be the most important thing.
Your time is your time, nobody is forcing you, Do what YOU want to do, and deal with the consequence's of that, good or bad.
If i ever find the poem we where read, i'll post it.
Have a nice week, use your time wisely, every second is yours.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
85. Dreamer.
Imagine the scene. You are soaked to the skin.
You are cold, but not yet shivering.
Your carrying a rifle, and your arms ache from the 6kg resting in your arms.
Its about 1 o'clock in the morning and you have not yet slept.
Its pitch black, but you've been walking through the dark for around 2 hours so your vision is good.
Suddenly you hear a van, and see a bright light, followed in quick succession by 7 people jumping into a ditch, the rattle of weapons and the squelch of the mud beneath them.
You look down the sight of your rifle and wait, you don't dare to breath or move, you just look and listen.
Good night vision is a strange thing to have, the edges of everything is blurred. Just like if you put someone else's glasses on. You can only see grey and black. Things move, your eyes play tricks on you, you walk towards a lighter patch, it moves but nothing has actually happened.
You laying in the wet grass, and the moonlight is shimmering on the barrel of your rifle, you know it will give you away but your too scared to move for the sound. So, the wet grass in front of you shimmers, your rifle glows, your skin crawls with cold, your knees burn with the bruises you'l notice in the morning, but there is peace.
This peace is proving difficult to describe its a mixture of apprehension, knowing everyone around you is holding their breath, knowing it won't matter if you get caught. The lack of colour, and the tricks your eyes are playing on you, the lack of sleep and the view in front of you creates this world of pointlessness that is unbelievably appealing.
Then suddenly you hear the van nearing, it stops, you watch three men get out, you know them all well, one used to teach you physics, ones your form tutor, they run there torches around your surrounding area they spot the boot of a cadet, run the torch along a row of camouflaged, soaked, tired faces.
'Games up boys'
The dream ends, your night vision is ruined by the torch, you climb out of the ditch and run away into the bushes, you reassemble the cadets, try and work out where the hell you are and start again.
Pointless, yet brilliant.
You are cold, but not yet shivering.
Your carrying a rifle, and your arms ache from the 6kg resting in your arms.
Its about 1 o'clock in the morning and you have not yet slept.
Its pitch black, but you've been walking through the dark for around 2 hours so your vision is good.
Suddenly you hear a van, and see a bright light, followed in quick succession by 7 people jumping into a ditch, the rattle of weapons and the squelch of the mud beneath them.
You look down the sight of your rifle and wait, you don't dare to breath or move, you just look and listen.
Good night vision is a strange thing to have, the edges of everything is blurred. Just like if you put someone else's glasses on. You can only see grey and black. Things move, your eyes play tricks on you, you walk towards a lighter patch, it moves but nothing has actually happened.
You laying in the wet grass, and the moonlight is shimmering on the barrel of your rifle, you know it will give you away but your too scared to move for the sound. So, the wet grass in front of you shimmers, your rifle glows, your skin crawls with cold, your knees burn with the bruises you'l notice in the morning, but there is peace.
This peace is proving difficult to describe its a mixture of apprehension, knowing everyone around you is holding their breath, knowing it won't matter if you get caught. The lack of colour, and the tricks your eyes are playing on you, the lack of sleep and the view in front of you creates this world of pointlessness that is unbelievably appealing.
Then suddenly you hear the van nearing, it stops, you watch three men get out, you know them all well, one used to teach you physics, ones your form tutor, they run there torches around your surrounding area they spot the boot of a cadet, run the torch along a row of camouflaged, soaked, tired faces.
'Games up boys'
The dream ends, your night vision is ruined by the torch, you climb out of the ditch and run away into the bushes, you reassemble the cadets, try and work out where the hell you are and start again.
Pointless, yet brilliant.
Friday, 12 June 2009
84. Its..
All ok.
The exam wasn't as bad as i thought, i super revised, so i reckon i did allright.
I got my end of years back
Geography A
R.S A
Maths B
D.T B
English Lit B
English Lang C
German D =(
Then i got A's in my science mocks, which is good =)
So, the last few weeks have been hard work
Our little friend group has fallen to little bits, but i still have my best mates so its not that bad at all.
The field weekend, was soaking and my tent fell down so i ended up freezing and wet, i also fell in a ditch on the night ex, so i'm bruised. But overall it wasent that bad, as the only girl, and 14 guys there was a bit of sexism, but i'm not going to die =)
Then massive revision, then my first GCSE's which wasn't as scary as i thought it would be.
I'm really looking forward to next weekend, Duke of Edinbourogh the Tiddles Paraty which should be well good, a good wat to end exams. Going bowling for churchills party tomorow too. =) Then a family BBQ.
So I'm pretty good with the only downers being,
the German D
The getting soaked
The hard work
Never seeing Jack out of school
and a pretty pointless go having.
Though everythings cool, and my next blog is going to be about the dream world i have discovered. =)
The exam wasn't as bad as i thought, i super revised, so i reckon i did allright.
I got my end of years back
Geography A
R.S A
Maths B
D.T B
English Lit B
English Lang C
German D =(
Then i got A's in my science mocks, which is good =)
So, the last few weeks have been hard work
Our little friend group has fallen to little bits, but i still have my best mates so its not that bad at all.
The field weekend, was soaking and my tent fell down so i ended up freezing and wet, i also fell in a ditch on the night ex, so i'm bruised. But overall it wasent that bad, as the only girl, and 14 guys there was a bit of sexism, but i'm not going to die =)
Then massive revision, then my first GCSE's which wasn't as scary as i thought it would be.
I'm really looking forward to next weekend, Duke of Edinbourogh the Tiddles Paraty which should be well good, a good wat to end exams. Going bowling for churchills party tomorow too. =) Then a family BBQ.
So I'm pretty good with the only downers being,
the German D
The getting soaked
The hard work
Never seeing Jack out of school
and a pretty pointless go having.
Though everythings cool, and my next blog is going to be about the dream world i have discovered. =)
Sunday, 31 May 2009
83. The Begining
of it. Of things properly mattering. How terrifying. I have my first GCSE in just about two weeks. Then.. some more. Then studying until this time next year when i do all of them, then its A levels and Uni. Wahhhhhhoooooo. But i have been thinking. This half term especially, as i have been failing to concentrate on revision, mainly due to the internet and a social network. I realise i have been going about this wrong. I've spent my time inside reviseing, looking out the window at the sunshine. When i know i've been doing it wrong. And i stupidly did this today. 1 hour, laptop OFF pure revision. 15 mins, nothing. 1 hour, the same 15 mins 1 hour. 2 hours, freedom, sunshine, waterfights, chill. back to revison, Instead of sitting at the table half on facebook, half talking on msn, half texting, quater looking at my books. For ages. Eeeejit! Anyway, today was such a laugh. I 'revised' all morning, and until about 3. Also did a lot of art. Then walked into biddenham, met matt and then Scotty, and a few people i didn't know. We had a massive water fight. Down an alley, and across a street mainly, with a pressure washer, some super soaker's and water balloons. Jokes =) Then home, sat in the sun, read magazines, dinner, PROPER REVISION for tomorrows exams. Now, i'm going to bed at nine.
wrote this last night but the net cut out so i couldn't post. here you go =)
wrote this last night but the net cut out so i couldn't post. here you go =)
Friday, 22 May 2009
82. Apology and Loss
I'm sorry i havent blogged much recently, i've had loads of work.
Today was Dr Brooks and Micheals Last day.
Dr Brooks being one of my fave teachers taught me hockey and came to france with us. Wetsuit Buddy =) Lol.
Micheal being a German student, who was a right laugh =) He taught us to say f**k off in german.
I'm not really sure how to react when loosing people. Nobody importaint to me has ever died, so i've never had to deal with that kind of lost.
When Izzy Left i said goodbye, i talk to her ever so often..i don't really pass any judgment on her leaving.
Same with maha.
Whats wrong with me? Why didn't i cry when maha and izzy left?
Am i a cold hearted bitch?
Probbably.
As for my friend group at the moment, it seems to center around hannah and ellen being stupid,, or hating each other, and persuading others against each other. or WHATEVER.
I DONT CARE.
I'm sick of it.
I like Ellen, screw you all.
Apart from that...exams soon so LOADS of revision to do and stuff. so Byee untill next time i remember blogger. x
Today was Dr Brooks and Micheals Last day.
Dr Brooks being one of my fave teachers taught me hockey and came to france with us. Wetsuit Buddy =) Lol.
Micheal being a German student, who was a right laugh =) He taught us to say f**k off in german.
I'm not really sure how to react when loosing people. Nobody importaint to me has ever died, so i've never had to deal with that kind of lost.
When Izzy Left i said goodbye, i talk to her ever so often..i don't really pass any judgment on her leaving.
Same with maha.
Whats wrong with me? Why didn't i cry when maha and izzy left?
Am i a cold hearted bitch?
Probbably.
As for my friend group at the moment, it seems to center around hannah and ellen being stupid,, or hating each other, and persuading others against each other. or WHATEVER.
I DONT CARE.
I'm sick of it.
I like Ellen, screw you all.
Apart from that...exams soon so LOADS of revision to do and stuff. so Byee untill next time i remember blogger. x
Friday, 8 May 2009
81.Now
I will begin with a small piece of very obvious Information.
Very few of us blog anymore.
Literally down to me and Dani, but now she's got Craaaazy parental controls so she can't (if you can hack vista, message her and she'll love you forever)
So, its may.
My brothers twelve, and being SUPER lazy.
I've got GCSE's the beggining of June along with End Of Year exams, exam leave a CCF weekend and D of E Assessment to finish it all off.
Oh, and half term next week.
I have loads of coursework too. I'm generally rather shattered at the moment, but its going to be fiiinnneee.
So recently i have.
Been Promoted in CCF =)
Junior Corpral Tredget. Along with Ellen, Parveen, Tiddles, Sam and Lawrence. Exept that the navy Cadets are now 'Able Bodied Seamen'Teehee.
I went flying a few days ago and did a bit of Navigation about grafam and other such places. It was many of the Year 13's Last Chance too.
So bye to gralton, Avery and Chris Williams, The legends they are.
Also a D fo E weekend, Walked for ages with packs, camped, cooked had a lesson which was diar. The rowers that were ment to be there at 8 turned up at..10.30ish. We had a laugh without them though.
More laters.
Very few of us blog anymore.
Literally down to me and Dani, but now she's got Craaaazy parental controls so she can't (if you can hack vista, message her and she'll love you forever)
So, its may.
My brothers twelve, and being SUPER lazy.
I've got GCSE's the beggining of June along with End Of Year exams, exam leave a CCF weekend and D of E Assessment to finish it all off.
Oh, and half term next week.
I have loads of coursework too. I'm generally rather shattered at the moment, but its going to be fiiinnneee.
So recently i have.
Been Promoted in CCF =)
Junior Corpral Tredget. Along with Ellen, Parveen, Tiddles, Sam and Lawrence. Exept that the navy Cadets are now 'Able Bodied Seamen'Teehee.
I went flying a few days ago and did a bit of Navigation about grafam and other such places. It was many of the Year 13's Last Chance too.
So bye to gralton, Avery and Chris Williams, The legends they are.
Also a D fo E weekend, Walked for ages with packs, camped, cooked had a lesson which was diar. The rowers that were ment to be there at 8 turned up at..10.30ish. We had a laugh without them though.
More laters.
Monday, 4 May 2009
80. Want you back.
Who remembers these???
No radio edits =)
Then the response..
Woop!
Oh and thanks to Rammy, Chris Moyles;
No radio edits =)
Then the response..
Woop!
Oh and thanks to Rammy, Chris Moyles;
Sunday, 3 May 2009
79. Poetry
1. Look at him as he stands there. Innocent
2. A state he shall never return to again
3. First though he must complete the great act
4. Before of his innocence he is robbed
5. Replaced quickly with with happiness and joy
6. A hint of guilt may stay, though to much debt.
7. With kingdom and coins, his peace will be purchased.
8. I know Macbeth well, better than any
9. He cannot hide a sin, even for his life.
10. He will be found, Discovered easily.
11. If only i doned the body of Macbeth.
12. Like a cloke i would wear, to commit such an act.
13. My Intellect would better Take his steps
14. My Bravery would better beat his heart
15. My Passion would better run his lifes course.
16. But not, i am stuck, here as a lowly wife.
17. Drawing a cowardly husband to power
18. Perhaps, a crown will fall to my head to?
19. Power, in no way equal to the king
20. But a little, enough to create difference
21. In this male constructed Kingdom
22. Queen, a great title for a great leader
23. But if only i was to be the Queen,
24. Singular, Lonely, Powerful, Wonderful.
25. Perhaps, Once Duncan is disposed.
26. Mighty King Macbeth may follow
27. Before this country, meets his cowardly wrath.
28. Queen, of The beautiful Scotland, Mine.
10 or near syliballs a line. Fun Fun this took forrreevvverrr.
2. A state he shall never return to again
3. First though he must complete the great act
4. Before of his innocence he is robbed
5. Replaced quickly with with happiness and joy
6. A hint of guilt may stay, though to much debt.
7. With kingdom and coins, his peace will be purchased.
8. I know Macbeth well, better than any
9. He cannot hide a sin, even for his life.
10. He will be found, Discovered easily.
11. If only i doned the body of Macbeth.
12. Like a cloke i would wear, to commit such an act.
13. My Intellect would better Take his steps
14. My Bravery would better beat his heart
15. My Passion would better run his lifes course.
16. But not, i am stuck, here as a lowly wife.
17. Drawing a cowardly husband to power
18. Perhaps, a crown will fall to my head to?
19. Power, in no way equal to the king
20. But a little, enough to create difference
21. In this male constructed Kingdom
22. Queen, a great title for a great leader
23. But if only i was to be the Queen,
24. Singular, Lonely, Powerful, Wonderful.
25. Perhaps, Once Duncan is disposed.
26. Mighty King Macbeth may follow
27. Before this country, meets his cowardly wrath.
28. Queen, of The beautiful Scotland, Mine.
10 or near syliballs a line. Fun Fun this took forrreevvverrr.
78. Were Just Human.
Me, you, yeah yeah
Everyone we’ve had what in days
Miss away can’t relate
I’m a star, I’m an individual
An educated example of intelligence
I’m considered to be cool
Hot bodies, offended people
The mood of age bitten on innocent people
Anyways, things change, always at the hotel, always
I’ll be gone again in 4 days
I’ve been waiting hours for this,
I’ve made myself so sick, I wish to stay
And sleep today, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
Yeah, you me everyone
I got a little temper but I’m a funny one
And when the beat went on
And it really ain’t fu**** hot enough
You shoulda seen me runnin out
The studio like forest gump
Jo-jobs sugar taxi get away
Trapped in the U.S my accent is my giveaway
I need a bag of green to make you go away
and this is another day of my life and so I say
I’ve been waiting hours for this
I’ve made myself so sick
I wish to stay and sleep today yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
(Yesterday, yesterday yesterday yesterday)
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way.
She's making sense. oh, and BANGING TUNES.
I want to go to heaven for the weather.
We are Just Human right?
Its ok, for us to, feel this way.
Everyone we’ve had what in days
Miss away can’t relate
I’m a star, I’m an individual
An educated example of intelligence
I’m considered to be cool
Hot bodies, offended people
The mood of age bitten on innocent people
Anyways, things change, always at the hotel, always
I’ll be gone again in 4 days
I’ve been waiting hours for this,
I’ve made myself so sick, I wish to stay
And sleep today, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
Yeah, you me everyone
I got a little temper but I’m a funny one
And when the beat went on
And it really ain’t fu**** hot enough
You shoulda seen me runnin out
The studio like forest gump
Jo-jobs sugar taxi get away
Trapped in the U.S my accent is my giveaway
I need a bag of green to make you go away
and this is another day of my life and so I say
I’ve been waiting hours for this
I’ve made myself so sick
I wish to stay and sleep today yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
Doesn’t it feel much better a-ha!
When youve had a better day than yesterday?
(Yesterday, yesterday yesterday yesterday)
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way yeah, yeah
I’m so human yea, yeah
It’s okay yea, yeah
For me to, feel this way.
She's making sense. oh, and BANGING TUNES.
I want to go to heaven for the weather.
We are Just Human right?
Its ok, for us to, feel this way.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
77. Influence.
I'm a bad influence on those who surround me.
Apparently.
My German teacher told my friend Freddie, that he should consider moving away from me and my friend Greg as me are a negitive influence on him.
A teacher told Jacks Form tutor that Jack should try not to get too distracted by me.
In Art i have bin advised to move a thousand times.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I've lost motivation.
I'm not bad.
Am i?
I'm really not, i'm almost a goody two shoes.
Though is it wrong that really good people annoy me now too?
Gawd, i feel bad. I dont want to fuck up other peoples work cos i'm a chatty loud mouth, who is a bad influence to all that surround her.
Whats this i hear about a 'New Jazz'?
How can there be a new Jazz? I'm the same.
I'm also really tempted to go to sandhurst now, go in the army, behind the scenes or something.
HELP
Apparently.
My German teacher told my friend Freddie, that he should consider moving away from me and my friend Greg as me are a negitive influence on him.
A teacher told Jacks Form tutor that Jack should try not to get too distracted by me.
In Art i have bin advised to move a thousand times.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I've lost motivation.
I'm not bad.
Am i?
I'm really not, i'm almost a goody two shoes.
Though is it wrong that really good people annoy me now too?
Gawd, i feel bad. I dont want to fuck up other peoples work cos i'm a chatty loud mouth, who is a bad influence to all that surround her.
Whats this i hear about a 'New Jazz'?
How can there be a new Jazz? I'm the same.
I'm also really tempted to go to sandhurst now, go in the army, behind the scenes or something.
HELP
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
76. The Underground
I think the underground is brilliant.
I love trains to begin with. Not in a nerdy way, but sat on a train next to window, with my ipod, is getting pretty close to heavenly. I don't think its the train part, more the sat looking at lots of differnt views with music to acompany.
The underground i like because, its clever, all the differnt trains taking you differnt places. I like the people. Hundreds, all pushing into the trains untill nobody can move.
I think its strange how you will be pushed up against people, closer than you would choose to be and yet you will not tlak, or know anything about that person. Also how many different people there are, without trying to sound too much like tiddles.
You. Have somewhere to go. Your on the underground going there.
The person next to you. Is the same. Everyone on that train has a somewhere to go, someone to see, somebody to love, a hobbie and secrets.
It allways makes me think. Whats there story.
The other things i like;
Buskers! there arn't so many anymore, as you have to have a licence but the lack of them is a little annoying. One was playing tears in heavn yesterday =)
Escalators! I really like them especially the huge steep ones on the underground.
People! the sense of rush, its fun just to watch.
When i was going down the escalators, i could hear chanting. Then, there was a group of arsenal fans chanting 'Wembley, were the faumous arsernal and were going to wembely' and it made me happy for some reason. Some may see footie hooligans, they might turn into that after a bit more drink but, they just seemed happy.
The futures so Bright. i'm blinded.
I love trains to begin with. Not in a nerdy way, but sat on a train next to window, with my ipod, is getting pretty close to heavenly. I don't think its the train part, more the sat looking at lots of differnt views with music to acompany.
The underground i like because, its clever, all the differnt trains taking you differnt places. I like the people. Hundreds, all pushing into the trains untill nobody can move.
I think its strange how you will be pushed up against people, closer than you would choose to be and yet you will not tlak, or know anything about that person. Also how many different people there are, without trying to sound too much like tiddles.
You. Have somewhere to go. Your on the underground going there.
The person next to you. Is the same. Everyone on that train has a somewhere to go, someone to see, somebody to love, a hobbie and secrets.
It allways makes me think. Whats there story.
The other things i like;
Buskers! there arn't so many anymore, as you have to have a licence but the lack of them is a little annoying. One was playing tears in heavn yesterday =)
Escalators! I really like them especially the huge steep ones on the underground.
People! the sense of rush, its fun just to watch.
When i was going down the escalators, i could hear chanting. Then, there was a group of arsenal fans chanting 'Wembley, were the faumous arsernal and were going to wembely' and it made me happy for some reason. Some may see footie hooligans, they might turn into that after a bit more drink but, they just seemed happy.
The futures so Bright. i'm blinded.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
75. Catch up.
Ok, so i havent writen a blog in, well seconds. But before that, i mean its been ages. I love to blog, but i think dailybooth has stolen a little bit of my creativity.
But here i am, and i'm planning a proper blog in my head at the moment, All this blog is for is to say. I'm still here, and to fill you in about the last few weeks.
Ok
Parents Evening.
Predicted Grades for GCSE 2 A* 7 A 1 B
Though many of the A's are only going to be achived if i work insanely hard.
I had a brilliant parents evening really, everyone was really nice, Apparently i'm the second best in the year at Design Tec, so i could be heading for the DT prize.
I'm chuffed.
Ellens Partay was well. Fine.
The good ie. The party, my friend together, the trampoline the laughs were quickly averaged out by the illness i encountered.
I felt pretty shit, for a good proportion of the party, i was feeling a bit rubbish the rest was good though.
I spilt a glass of water on my laptop, so its being fixed. Which was a reallly thick thing to do. So, no party pictures or daily booth till its fixed/
Ellen came over for movie night wich as usual, was an unbelivable amount of fun.We watched a amazing movie about two magicains but i can't for the life of me remember what its called.. The P... Something to do with the final part of a magic trick.
The holidays so far have been ok, hopefully Jodie and Mattie from Ullswater are coming down on Wednesday so that should be a right laugh.
Today i went into town which was fun, we sat in costa for ages, it was fun. Then i walked home with alex young, silly boy and his Nuts magazine.
I went shopping with mum dad and dan this morning, which was well. Horrible, nobody likes shopping, so we just ended up getting mad each other, the fact that we were all tired and hungry didn't help either. I got sick of them quite quickly. Oh well. I got a pair of jeans =)
So, i can't be botherd to read throygh this. So , Hi.
Bye/
But here i am, and i'm planning a proper blog in my head at the moment, All this blog is for is to say. I'm still here, and to fill you in about the last few weeks.
Ok
Parents Evening.
Predicted Grades for GCSE 2 A* 7 A 1 B
Though many of the A's are only going to be achived if i work insanely hard.
I had a brilliant parents evening really, everyone was really nice, Apparently i'm the second best in the year at Design Tec, so i could be heading for the DT prize.
I'm chuffed.
Ellens Partay was well. Fine.
The good ie. The party, my friend together, the trampoline the laughs were quickly averaged out by the illness i encountered.
I felt pretty shit, for a good proportion of the party, i was feeling a bit rubbish the rest was good though.
I spilt a glass of water on my laptop, so its being fixed. Which was a reallly thick thing to do. So, no party pictures or daily booth till its fixed/
Ellen came over for movie night wich as usual, was an unbelivable amount of fun.We watched a amazing movie about two magicains but i can't for the life of me remember what its called.. The P... Something to do with the final part of a magic trick.
The holidays so far have been ok, hopefully Jodie and Mattie from Ullswater are coming down on Wednesday so that should be a right laugh.
Today i went into town which was fun, we sat in costa for ages, it was fun. Then i walked home with alex young, silly boy and his Nuts magazine.
I went shopping with mum dad and dan this morning, which was well. Horrible, nobody likes shopping, so we just ended up getting mad each other, the fact that we were all tired and hungry didn't help either. I got sick of them quite quickly. Oh well. I got a pair of jeans =)
So, i can't be botherd to read throygh this. So , Hi.
Bye/
74. TFB; Getting girls.
I know its been a while, but we are back. With more genius tips for all you blokes out there.
So, How do you tell is she fancys you??
1.She will volintarily talk to you, ask your opinions on things and genrally show an intrest.
2.She'll flirt with you. Though if she is a general flirt, she'll flirt with you MORE than other guys.
3.On instant messenger..the conversation will be continues and wont stop whilst both of you online.If its, Hi, howre you...silence. She dosent fancy you.
4.In groupe conversation (town ect) When lots of people are talking at once, she will llways listen to what your saying, as first priority.
Do's and Don'ts of trying to get a girl.
1.if in 1 to 1 face to face conversation, she repeatedly and honestly claims that she does not fancy you, she dosent now, next week, on her birthday, or valintines day, and its pretty unlikley she never will.
2. If you don;t have some form of intresting conversation on a regular basis, its not going to work.
3.Know, and observe her tastes before buying her things. If needs be ask a friend, but don't bank on the fact she wont tell her. She most likley will.
4.Asking out, can be ok if you know each other well or spend time alone. But if not ask her 'on a date'. i.e starts of as two friends alone, if she likes you it won't finish like that. This will give her a chane to decide if your, well, to be honest, Worthy.
5.Cheesy compliments are a laugh ever so often but not constantly. The perfect compliment goes like this. Girl turns up at party, dolled up in an outfit you havent seen before. you say 'Hi (insert name), you look pretty/ lovely/ goorgus '
Compliment individul clothes or hair, but not all at the same time, as you will sound like an idiot.
Never. EVER say she looks 'nice'
and saying YOU LOOK WELL , you might as well say, YOU LOOK OVERWIEGHT ok?
6. At school. TOP TIP. if she is wearing earings or jewlery, and proper make up to school, and she had done her hair. This is a good day to tell her she looks good.
Thanks
Jazz and Ellen
This is ment to be amusing. If you trust these tactics and fail miserably, thats not our fault. Also not all girls are the same, so we don't speak for the whole female popultion.
Stay tuned for more Tips for Blokes, if you have any topics you want coverd to not hesitate to contact us.
So, How do you tell is she fancys you??
1.She will volintarily talk to you, ask your opinions on things and genrally show an intrest.
2.She'll flirt with you. Though if she is a general flirt, she'll flirt with you MORE than other guys.
3.On instant messenger..the conversation will be continues and wont stop whilst both of you online.If its, Hi, howre you...silence. She dosent fancy you.
4.In groupe conversation (town ect) When lots of people are talking at once, she will llways listen to what your saying, as first priority.
Do's and Don'ts of trying to get a girl.
1.if in 1 to 1 face to face conversation, she repeatedly and honestly claims that she does not fancy you, she dosent now, next week, on her birthday, or valintines day, and its pretty unlikley she never will.
2. If you don;t have some form of intresting conversation on a regular basis, its not going to work.
3.Know, and observe her tastes before buying her things. If needs be ask a friend, but don't bank on the fact she wont tell her. She most likley will.
4.Asking out, can be ok if you know each other well or spend time alone. But if not ask her 'on a date'. i.e starts of as two friends alone, if she likes you it won't finish like that. This will give her a chane to decide if your, well, to be honest, Worthy.
5.Cheesy compliments are a laugh ever so often but not constantly. The perfect compliment goes like this. Girl turns up at party, dolled up in an outfit you havent seen before. you say 'Hi (insert name), you look pretty/ lovely/ goorgus '
Compliment individul clothes or hair, but not all at the same time, as you will sound like an idiot.
Never. EVER say she looks 'nice'
and saying YOU LOOK WELL , you might as well say, YOU LOOK OVERWIEGHT ok?
6. At school. TOP TIP. if she is wearing earings or jewlery, and proper make up to school, and she had done her hair. This is a good day to tell her she looks good.
Thanks
Jazz and Ellen
This is ment to be amusing. If you trust these tactics and fail miserably, thats not our fault. Also not all girls are the same, so we don't speak for the whole female popultion.
Stay tuned for more Tips for Blokes, if you have any topics you want coverd to not hesitate to contact us.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
73.Ages
Its been ages since i posted a blog, perhaps because I'm getting lazy. Perhaps i just need a holiday, or perhaps Dailybooth has taken my creative outlet.
Its March, the 22nd.
I'm thinking about the future to much, well worrying may be more appropriate.
I have an action plan.
Pass GCSES
Take what i get good grades in at GCSE to A level.
Do buisness at A level too.
Do Gold D of E, World Challenge and get a rank in CCF
Take a gap year.
Go to a good uni and either do photography, events organising or Islamic/religious studies.
Become Photograher, Party organiser/designer.
If that fails, become a teacher.
Thats it really, Oh and convince mother that giving up choir, hockey and A'Capella is enough to warrant Dance.
But, i need sleep.
I have had a weekend of family..aunts uncles cousins and grandparents.
This week better be good, town on the last day though =)
x
Its March, the 22nd.
I'm thinking about the future to much, well worrying may be more appropriate.
I have an action plan.
Pass GCSES
Take what i get good grades in at GCSE to A level.
Do buisness at A level too.
Do Gold D of E, World Challenge and get a rank in CCF
Take a gap year.
Go to a good uni and either do photography, events organising or Islamic/religious studies.
Become Photograher, Party organiser/designer.
If that fails, become a teacher.
Thats it really, Oh and convince mother that giving up choir, hockey and A'Capella is enough to warrant Dance.
But, i need sleep.
I have had a weekend of family..aunts uncles cousins and grandparents.
This week better be good, town on the last day though =)
x
Monday, 2 March 2009
72.Positivity
I am so predictable i can predict myself.
Today i handed in all my homework today, i enjoyed English i brought all my books home to revise for maths. (Which i will do soon)Today i helped Elliot in maths. I'm feeling pretty good today. My walk home with Alex was a laugh today, we had a fire alarm in DT too.
My main point today, is yesterday.
I was scared all morning for the afternoon. Jack came over, and so did my aunt and uncle and little cousin and grandparents. They where all really friendly and nice to him, poor boy. They are all insane of course. I seemed to be out of favour with my cousin though =( We where watching a movie, when my Nana walks in and is like 'aww, how sweet' Eugh! Overall it was a brilliant day, even though i was sick at the end. I'm well happy today. Lessons where good and stuff. I'm postive again. Although I'm getting spotty again =(
Overall my family seemed to approve of Jack, with his magical piano playing.
=o]I'm off to revise, i have a feeling my blogs will become a little less frequent.
Today i handed in all my homework today, i enjoyed English i brought all my books home to revise for maths. (Which i will do soon)Today i helped Elliot in maths. I'm feeling pretty good today. My walk home with Alex was a laugh today, we had a fire alarm in DT too.
My main point today, is yesterday.
I was scared all morning for the afternoon. Jack came over, and so did my aunt and uncle and little cousin and grandparents. They where all really friendly and nice to him, poor boy. They are all insane of course. I seemed to be out of favour with my cousin though =( We where watching a movie, when my Nana walks in and is like 'aww, how sweet' Eugh! Overall it was a brilliant day, even though i was sick at the end. I'm well happy today. Lessons where good and stuff. I'm postive again. Although I'm getting spotty again =(
Overall my family seemed to approve of Jack, with his magical piano playing.
=o]I'm off to revise, i have a feeling my blogs will become a little less frequent.
Saturday, 28 February 2009
71.Swirl
I think i have motivation issues.
I begin a year thinking. C'mon Jazz, you'l show them your brighter than they think. C'mon lets go up a maths set ect.
But then i get disorganised. I get confused, i fall behind with work and im back at the begging. So each time, i pick myself up, get organised get back to passing, revising ect. I get back to giving a shit.
Then, few months later it will happen again. I'll loose motivation, the will to do well. Ill get disorganised. My room will be a tip. Ill be skint, but i'll have a wkd social life. Homework will be late and half done.
Then, ill get scared, worry and pick myself up. Its a circle that goes round and round, it hase'nt happend in ages but here i am. Yesterday i tided my room, im doing my homework then i'll practice for my singing.
Im meeting up with ellen soon to shop in town. Purchase the final ingredient to self confidence. That makes it sound like drugs. It aint. Ellen knows. I wouldnt be suprised if most girls did LOL.
Oh the fun i have. Schooool. Raf inspection on tuesday. should be fun.
Especially as Jacks coming over sunday.
My grandparents have decided to make a guest experience.
Oh. How i love my grandparents. Oh how i love Jack.
But. NOT TOGETHER! This is going to be. Scary.
I begin a year thinking. C'mon Jazz, you'l show them your brighter than they think. C'mon lets go up a maths set ect.
But then i get disorganised. I get confused, i fall behind with work and im back at the begging. So each time, i pick myself up, get organised get back to passing, revising ect. I get back to giving a shit.
Then, few months later it will happen again. I'll loose motivation, the will to do well. Ill get disorganised. My room will be a tip. Ill be skint, but i'll have a wkd social life. Homework will be late and half done.
Then, ill get scared, worry and pick myself up. Its a circle that goes round and round, it hase'nt happend in ages but here i am. Yesterday i tided my room, im doing my homework then i'll practice for my singing.
Im meeting up with ellen soon to shop in town. Purchase the final ingredient to self confidence. That makes it sound like drugs. It aint. Ellen knows. I wouldnt be suprised if most girls did LOL.
Oh the fun i have. Schooool. Raf inspection on tuesday. should be fun.
Especially as Jacks coming over sunday.
My grandparents have decided to make a guest experience.
Oh. How i love my grandparents. Oh how i love Jack.
But. NOT TOGETHER! This is going to be. Scary.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
70. Anger
Is the worst emotion. I can never find an outlet for it, and punching walls or people really doesnt help me. Swearing does a bit, but usally makes most situations worst.
Today i got home from school. Went upstairs and went on my laptop,looked at facebook and turned it off. I retrieved my mothers birthday present from its hiding place and wrapped it up, then made her a card aand wrote it. I put all these things back in there hiding place. I then made myself some dinner, and began to eat it. She pops home grabs her running kit, i fill up her water bottle for her as requested. She runs off to her car to go to running club. I finish my dinner watch a bit of telly. I go upstairs read a bit of double crossed and then go downstairs to watch waterloo road. I sit there with my brother whatching it.. I allways get nagged cos i never sit with my family and watch TV. So then at ten to nine mum comes home. Ive forgotten to feed the cat so i promise to do so at nine when waterloo road finishes. Thats not good enough. Dan hasent cleaned up tea. Thats not good enough. So, 5 mins from the end of waterloo road we have to stop it, record it and go and do our jobs. I feed the cats then begin to climb the stairs.where are you going? upstairs. No. Clean up all these things. I clear the things, arnt thses dans? No there yours ive allready done mine. Ok. So i clear them and there is further dialouge. She shouts, don't speak to me like that! i cant even remember what i said.. but i know she was repeating the comand over and over at me. I felt like a volcano. Why not? dont speak to me like that! i reply. Jasmine! your attitude is horendus your going to bed at nine. Get some sleep. You've been up till 11 two nights on the trot. So i finish whatever i was supposed to do and begin to climb the stairs. Where are you going now? Upstairs. AWAY. so i go upstairs do some stuff, go down and my brothers whatching the 5mins of waterloo road we recorded. I've missed the best bit and climax. It finishes, and the plot also annoys me. Go to bed Jasmine. That wear im going.
Waterloo Road is the only thing i sit and whatch. I don't go on msn, i whatch it. With my brother. Every week.
GAHHHH.
This isn't even the worse. Her and my brother argue constantly. There both so unreasonable.
It is slowly but surely begining to annoy the hell out of me.
Blogging seems to calm me though, and what is written now seems pointless and moany. Brattish rambelings of an pissed off moody teen.
Anger is the worst emotion, makes you strive to get rid of it. By,counting. punching. shouting.swearing. Im guessing are the main ones. I tend to let it all bubble up then one day, i explode. i shout, scream. Im so bad in arguments, i don't know what to say, i don't know how to respond. I cant think of anything clever to say that will make me seem like the one in the right. I'm crap at argueing. I sit there afterwoods and think about what i could have said and done.
Also.I'm getting very tempted into cutting my hair. Shorter. Or different. I really don't know.
Also, i have some pictures for you all...no snow drops yet ed, im working on it. Will roses do?
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