Forty Nine: Not amused.

"And not a single day goes by when I don't wish for you
To watch me pause to find the words to steal your heart away
But I'll play every word back round and round to try and find
A clue you might have left behind to say you feel the same"

Holding On- Alex Day (I'm sure I've used these lyrics before...)

 
Emailing in from college, because I'm annoyed, and as usual, have no idea what to do about it. MEN.
 
I did actually start writing a 'proper' blog last night, but I got distracted by the internet and Glee so I'll probably finish that when I get back home. Procrastinating from doing any work, as usual.
 
Leona (aka English Language teacher, head of English, hideous brown coat thingymajica wearer and is generally all round a scary woman) decided to rap some Eminem lyrics to prove a point. I've never tried so hard not to laugh in my life.
 
I should really get back to doing this Key Skills. I'd better get 20 UCAS points.
 
B xxx

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Forty Eight: Googling.

"This girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator..."

Elevator- Flo Rida (feat. Timbaland)
 

'Borrowed' from Lydia, who apparently 'borrowed' it from Ben Loka. You search the answers to each of the questions that follow in Google images and collate the results:

1. What is your name?
2. What is your favourite food?
3. Where is your hometown?
4. What is your favourite colour?
5. What is your favourite film?
6. What is your favourite drink?
7. What is your dream holiday?
8. What is your favourite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe you?
10. How do you feel right now?
11. What do you love the most?
12. What do you want to be in the future?

B xxx

EDIT: I was kidding about Twilight. Just in case you were wondering.

Forty Seven: Impossible (and mostly stupid) dreams.

"The sky's getting darker, the air's getting cooler

And I just can't win anymore

So forgive me, my darling

We all have impossible dreams"

Impossible Dreams- Alex Day

-Direct a music video.
-Take good photos.
-Play the violin well enough so it sounds like this.
-Dance on stage at the West End.
-Learn to play the guitar.
-Live in New York.
-Become a published author.
-Set up a cake shop in Paris.
-Have my own column in a newspaper/magazine.
-Travel and see as many places as possible.
-Become fluent in another language.
-Be part of a piano concert.
-Run a marathon.
-Find someone who likes me for who I am.

B xxx

Forty Six: Birthday, London, blah, etc etc.

"She hid around corners and she hid under beds

She killed it with kisses and from all it she fled

With every bubble she sank with her drink

And washed it away down the kitchen sink..."

Dog Days Are Over- Florence + The Machine

I'm going to write in bullet points today, simply because I'm old.
-Thursday.
Birthday. :) Woke up early to get exam results. Got a C in my English Language re-sit. Didn't really care about Critical Thinking. Woke up my mum at 6 to tell her exam results. Went back to bed. Got up, opened cards and presents. Went to Hythe. Both Mum and I couldn't remember where we parked the car. Went to Lymington. Had lunch. Went shopping. Came home, had tea with Nana. Got picked up by Lydia and Andy, car filled with balloons. Went to pick up Dominic, balloon fight ensued. Went bowling, came last, last and second. Lydia and I attempted the dance mats, discovered they couldn't do two players. Decided we would do it together. Failed anyway. Went home, opened presents from friends, smiled at them being clever.

-Friday.
Woke up late. Forgotten I hadn't packed. Mad running around the house like a headless chicken to find everything. Finally left about 11. Fell asleep in car, woke up to eat and to my mum panicking because she didn't know where we were going. Mum drove in bus lane by accident, bus cut in front and nearly took off the wing mirror. Got to Richard and Patti's (aka relatives on my mum's side. I don't know how we're related) in one piece. Unpacked. Went for a walk, saw the University. It rained, we stopped in a cafe. Had huge mug of hot chocolate. Went home, played with Richard and Patti's baby Alicia (pronounced A-lees-ya) who is the world's happiest baby. Ate and went to bed.

-Today.
Woke up to church bells. Got up, got ready, walked to university. Welcome talk pretty much the same as at Chichester. Student accommodation HUGE. Giant student village kind of thing. Campus tour. Liked the library. Confirmed by theory that all libraries smell the same. Kept this thought to myself as to not freak out the people around me. Talk about courses. Was alright. Discovered in the car on the way back home that mini Oreos are addictive. Slept for most of the journey. Came home. Discovered I didn't really want to be home. Made the conclusion that I don't really like home. Thought about it and came to another conclusion that there's nothing really for me here and actually can't wait to go to uni. Watched Heroes. Now bored. Listening to the sound of my mum snoring. Nothing to do. Not tired enough to sleep. Writing this. To predict the future: writing. debating. maybe walking. eventually sleep.

-Tomorrow:
Mother's Day 'lunch' at 4 with cousins and various other people.

Goodbye.

B xxx

Forty Five: Bleurgh.

Facebook has suggested I become a fan of Stop Child Abuse, because I'm a fan of Bacon Butties. How did they make the link between the two?

Anyway, both Penguin and I are ill today- Penguin needs stitches and my sleeping patterns are stupid and my stomach is not a fan of food at the moment  I really hope it sorts itself out by tomorrow because my mum's making chocolate cake for my birthday, despite the fact that I'm 19 and should be growing out of the whole birthday cake and candles type thing...

I'm currently watching a program called One Born Every Minute and I'm even more put off childbirth, which I didn't think was possible. They keep telling this one girl to relax and she's not. To be quite honest with you, if I was pushing something that size out of down there, I don't think I'd be able to relax either. Though, speaking of babies and children and that malarky, last year for my 18th my mum bought me a scrapbook and said she was going to a kind of 'This Is Your Life' kind of thing. But because there's never enough time to do anything, we only started yesterday. And now the dining room table looks like this:

I had to take it with my webcam, so it's not too brilliant, but you get the idea. You may see one picture of me as a baby:

Also taken with by webcam 'cause I'm too lazy to go and scan it in. Most pictures of me as a baby feature me as a red faced curly haired child who resembles a mini sumo wrestler. They're not good.

Children seem to be a dominant theme in this entry...I didn't plan that.

The sun is out so I'm going to sit outside with a cup of tea :)

B xxx :)

Forty Four: Skype pictures from yesterday.

I have far too much spare time.

B xxx :)

Forty Three: Chocolate Breast.

Have I got your attention now? :P Basically, the title is a reference to the time I went out with my mum and her friends for her birthday and wanted to order the chicken breast and this chocolate thing for pudding, and because of lack of sleep, I said I wanted the chocolate breast.

Anyway, I needed a random title because this entry is full of random things. Like how up until this morning when I was in the kitchen, I forgotten that in a moment of madness, my mum and I named all of the appliances in there. The cooker is called Jennifer (Jenny for short) because the make of it is Ariston, and my mum thought was Jennifer Aniston's surname, and we couldn't be bothered to think of another name so we left it. The washing machine alternates between Milly and Emily because the make of it's called Miele. The dishwasher's called Aggie because the make of it's called AEG. The fridge is the only one with the same name as it's brand- Electra. Which makes me want to sing 'She's Electric' by Oasis at it. The microwave is brandless and so remains nameless.

I forgot to mention in my last entry that I got my coursework band for English Lit and I'm in second from top, which was a nice surprise. Also got my first draft of coursework 2 back for English Language and it wasn't as bad as I thought, and I've got two weeks to improve it. It's only ten weeks to exams I'm told, which sounds scary. I've applied for three jobs. I'd like one just in case the uni thing doesn't go to plan. I'm looking at the work we're doing for college and it seems impossible- in English Lit for example, we've got to memorise King Lear, Oedipus Rex and Chaucer and know them well enough to discuss themes. I'm going to need a Pensieve.

I have dreams in which blog posts which are saved as drafts on here and are definitely not meant for public viewing some how get published and although I know they're only dreams, I still check...I'm a right numpty.

There were some other things I were going to mention and I've forgotten...oh yes, books. I've been re-reading Harry Potter because I haven't done so for a while. I also read 'If I Stay' at the end of last month, which I think is one of those books that makes sense if you read it more than once. I haven't decided which books I'm going to read this month, though I might wait until after my birthday because I did ask for some and I'm not sure which ones -if any- I'll be getting. Speaking of my birthday, it's in 5 days. How did this happen? I haven't got any plans for the actual day, though exam results are available online at 11 am. Friday I'm going to Greenwich to stay with some relatives and to get to know the area because Saturday is the open day at Greenwich uni and seeing as they only want 160 UCAS points, I think I'd better check it out. That, and they're my backup. Sunday is Mother's Day so everyone in our family is meeting up with people from my mum's side and we're going to a pub somewhere for lunch. Monday will most likely be spent sleeping, realising I have work, deciding I'll have plenty of time to do it later, going shopping, coming home and realising I don't have time to do work. :P


Other things...holiday. To LA/Mexico. On Air New Zealand, because it was cheaper and British Airways were (and still are?) planning a strike when we were booking tickets. That and it leaves at 4 in the afternoon, which'll mean there's no getting up at silly hours of the morning. I'm looking forward to it.

This is how my brother and I communicate these days:
*insert pictures of skype conversations here that blogger's picture uploader thingymajica refuses to upload*
My mum has given up yelling upstairs to him that dinner's ready and has basically taken up asking me to tell him on skype.

There was something else I was going to mention but I've forgotten. I'm getting olddddd.


Topics in this blog post: chocolate breast, household appliances, college, books, uni, birthday, holiday, skype.


B xxx :)


P.S. Today I said "The only people who find me attractive are older women." but then realised how that sounded...

Forty Two: Little things.

-The feeling that something good could happen at any moment.
-Large cups of tea.
-Getting things in the post.
-Waking up and realising I can get up any time I want.
-Bacon sandwiches.
-Sunday morning lie ins.
-Nailing a piano piece.
-Bubblewrap.
-A hug from my brother that I don't have to ask for.
-Beating people on the Wii.
-Spontaneous singing.
-Pillow fights.
-My bed.
-Having a conversation with someone who I haven't really talked to before.
-College lessons that are good.
-Coming home late to find hot chocolate and a hot water bottle in my bed.
-The smell of books, whether old or new.
-Text messages.
-Surprises.

B xxx :)