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

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.

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.

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..