Three: "I want a bottom."

The above has nothing to do with backsides, but in fact was a response to my mum asking whether I wanted the top or bottom of a teacake as there wasn't enough to have one each. Don't you just love things that when taken out of context can sound vaguely hilarious? (Not that that did, but I tried. I'm not good at anything related to comedy, I know).

My bedroom furniture has now all been put together (I didn't do it, in case you were wondering. My dad and my brother did.) and so now I'm slowly tidying things up and moving things in there. I have a lot more space than I did in my old room. You can actually see the desk now.

My interview was alright. When she asked me if I knew anything about One Stop I mentally kicked myself, but she didn't seem to bothered that I replied with 'Not really...'. I find out on Thursday.

I'm aware that my paragraphs in my blogs have nothing to do with one another, but I really don't care, because I tend to write things down as I think of them. Also, my computer's really slow, so I type things and then wait for it to catch up with me and by then I've thought of something else. Never stop thinking, me.

I'm not good at conversations. I definitely think I've got better at having them face to face, but I'm not so good online. You can't see the person's body language and hear their tone of voice. I know I've sent countless messages/emails and worried later that it'll be interpreted the wrong way. I don't know, I just find face to face conversations easier, and those on the phone.

I like reading through old conversations. Even though I may not have talked to that person in months, often I find things that make me laugh. I find it odd how one minute you think you know this person so well and then the next they hate you, you're arguing and it's just all gone wrong. Then after that...it's just nothing. It doesn't take much to make you go from friends to strangers.

Alright, I'm going to stop now.

B xxx :)

Two: Alright?

Hello.

Exciting things. Southampton Solent University do Journalism, they only want 240 points and they do field trips to Paris and New York. :) I ordered some prospectuses so we shall wait and see.

I went to Liverpool on Sunday and came back today. Family holidays aren't a good idea- we all argue constantly.

My Ikea stuff came while I was away so my Dad'll be putting that up tomorrow and I'll have a complete bedroom which'll be good.

I have a very exciting idea for a story, and it actually has a complete plotline. I should point out that usually when I have an idea for a story, it tends to work out for the first chapter or so, and then- nothing. I can't get past the beginning and realise that there is actually no real point to the story. However, I'm saving it for NaNoWriMo because last year I really hated my story and this year I'm hoping it'll turn out better.

On a different note, when I'm away from home, I miss the house, but when I'm here I wish I was away again. How does that work? I felt disappointed when I came home, for some odd reason.

Okay, I'm shutting up.

B xxx :)

One: Begin with a rant.

Now, you see, I want to go to university. More specifically, I want to go and do Journalism at university. But the problem is, you have to have good grades to do that. No, scratch that. You have to have impossibly amazing grades to do that. And judging by the fact that I got CDE in my AS Results (English Literature, English Language, Critical Thinking) and a C in A2 Sociology, it still doesn't feel like enough. I worked out the UCAS points and if I did get CDE as my overall grades, along with my C in Sociology I'd have enough to get into some universities. Just not the ones I want to.

Sorry, how rude am I? First entry and I'm ranting at you. I should offer some kind of introduction but I'm hoping you'll work me out as we go, really.

I don't really know what else to say. You will quickly learn that I hate public blogging but do so because...actually, I don't know why. I'll get back to you on that.

Alright, I'm going to bid for a cd on eBay now, so...

B xxx :)