sometimes I wonder why I bother to blog. I mean it's not like anyone reads them? Is it for my own amusement - so I can ramble about what I'm thinking and pretend that somebody somewhere out there actually gives a damn? I listen to my friends talk about all their great nights out and wondering what the hell I do when they are out having fun and having a great time. I'm inside on facebook playing restaurant city or on dailybooth commenting on pictures of random English people I have never met. If the internet suddens dies I am so screwed.
I was reading 'Friends Like These' by Danny Wallace and it got me thinking. He opens a box of memories his parents sent him. When I'm twenty-nine, nearing thirty, what will I look back and remember? I know it's a long way away, I'm not even sixteen yet, but what will stick out in my memories, what will I look back at fondly and think, "Yeah, that was fun." Jack's 16th Birthday beach party where we found a chute in the sea? Maybe. Jenna's Uncle's Engagement where I wore a dress I bought at a stall in Germany for 6Euros? Hm. When I look back at my fifteen years and fifty one weeks of life I wonder what the hell I have been doing!? All these great memories everyone seems to have seem to be missing from my life. I'm just casually gliding through life without actually doing anything worthwhile - not even properly enjoying myself. But when I stop to ask - just what do I want to do that's worthwhile? I find myself stuck.
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Sunday, 30 August 2009
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
SECOND WEEK IN HELL...barely surviving
Well it has been a week an a half since I started fifth year. Essay's written = 1, Injuries = 1, Embarrassments = 1. I had to write an essay in our first week of English. What the hell? Somehow I managed to hand it in one time (by staying up till midnight on Sunday night after leaving it to the last minute) and I was quite impressed with it. Okay I really wasn't, it was terrible, and 22 words under the minimum.
Injuries? I walked into a table on the third day of history. One of the sixth year guys in the row behind was like, "Nice." It was actually quite sore. Then yesterday I escaped Chemistry to go to the loo, on the way back I decided to start humming as no-one was around. Then just as I started to sing Natasha Bedingfield the same guy came round the corner and looked at me like wtf. It was mortifying.
I have a locker!! I am so impressed with the fact I have a locker that I feel the need to say it a lot. It means I only need to carry two subjects worth of stuff in my bag at a time. And if I have double art I don't need to carry my bag at all :S
It's my cousin Kyle's christining on Sunday - I'm going to be the Godmother...but I have nothing to wear. Apparently there's a sale in topshop so I just might be able to survive. I'm kinda looking forward to it but I'm also nervous. I need to stand up in front of that church and speak. I mean yeah, it's only two words but still...I get nervous easily...
I get excited easily too - it's my birthday in nine days - my 16th :D I'm excited...getting the sims 3 - woo!
- hevs x
Injuries? I walked into a table on the third day of history. One of the sixth year guys in the row behind was like, "Nice." It was actually quite sore. Then yesterday I escaped Chemistry to go to the loo, on the way back I decided to start humming as no-one was around. Then just as I started to sing Natasha Bedingfield the same guy came round the corner and looked at me like wtf. It was mortifying.
I have a locker!! I am so impressed with the fact I have a locker that I feel the need to say it a lot. It means I only need to carry two subjects worth of stuff in my bag at a time. And if I have double art I don't need to carry my bag at all :S
It's my cousin Kyle's christining on Sunday - I'm going to be the Godmother...but I have nothing to wear. Apparently there's a sale in topshop so I just might be able to survive. I'm kinda looking forward to it but I'm also nervous. I need to stand up in front of that church and speak. I mean yeah, it's only two words but still...I get nervous easily...
I get excited easily too - it's my birthday in nine days - my 16th :D I'm excited...getting the sims 3 - woo!
- hevs x
Monday, 17 August 2009
MONDAY - the beginning of the end
Yes I feel the title fits my day today perfectly. It's the beginning of the end of my social life. This year I'm taking five highers and to keep up with that I will need to stalk all the time, like seriously I should be studying instead of blogging but I will read Hamlet later! (not a good start)
The day started off badly - it was raining. Typical Scottish weather eh? Then my mum pulled out a camera and was like, "Photo!" This is my fifth year in high school, she really doesn't require a picture EVERY year! It's kind of embarrassing actually. Then my sister comes down and gets the whole 'picture' sherade again. I think we shared a moment then. Maybe.
When I got into Registration I saw Fairy trying to grab the seat I wanted so quickly sat on it as he pulled it out. This year it is mine! When Nicky arrived Ms Livingstone informed us that it's not Reg anymore but 'Tutor Time'. What the hell? Aparently we are going to learn all about issues that effect us at our current age. So basically drugs, sex and alcohol. It's like PSE only for 15 minutes each morning.
We have another new Reg teacher (Ms Livingstone is just showing him the ropes) called Mr Stevenson. We always get new people as our Reg teachers only stay for a year before moving onto another school. It's not my fault - really. Ms L tries to impress us by telling us that he managed to go through University whilst holding down a job. Don't mean to be rude or anything but....do we care? All that matters to us is whether he is gonna be a prick or not. He gets about two weeks to impress us before we make our decisions to make the rest of his year hell or not. And trust me, first impressions mean a lot. He seemed like an arrogant arse to begin with but he has barely even said anything yet. Lets give it a bit longer.
Art was relatively good. Manda is in my class! Yays! Double Chemistry was okay although I feel a bit scared about Higher - a tiny bit of me wants to chicken out and do Int 2 but I know I can do it! Mr Ross, my teacher is a bit odd - he did a demonstration pretending he was our class in a frying pan, jumping about like a total fanny. Ah well - he is Head of Chemistry, he just might help me pass. English was my main worry - There was an essay everyone was doing over the summer but I ddidn't know about it because I was in holiday when he gave it out. But it was relatively painless and I have to have it done by next Monday. Maths was good, I don't sit next to Nicky though - it's like the end of an era! But we have Mr Kirkland as a teacher so I'm sure by the end of the week we will be sitting together if not sooner.
Homework Still To Do:
*Read Hamlet Intro
*Write 'The Scythe' Essay
- hevs x
The day started off badly - it was raining. Typical Scottish weather eh? Then my mum pulled out a camera and was like, "Photo!" This is my fifth year in high school, she really doesn't require a picture EVERY year! It's kind of embarrassing actually. Then my sister comes down and gets the whole 'picture' sherade again. I think we shared a moment then. Maybe.
When I got into Registration I saw Fairy trying to grab the seat I wanted so quickly sat on it as he pulled it out. This year it is mine! When Nicky arrived Ms Livingstone informed us that it's not Reg anymore but 'Tutor Time'. What the hell? Aparently we are going to learn all about issues that effect us at our current age. So basically drugs, sex and alcohol. It's like PSE only for 15 minutes each morning.
We have another new Reg teacher (Ms Livingstone is just showing him the ropes) called Mr Stevenson. We always get new people as our Reg teachers only stay for a year before moving onto another school. It's not my fault - really. Ms L tries to impress us by telling us that he managed to go through University whilst holding down a job. Don't mean to be rude or anything but....do we care? All that matters to us is whether he is gonna be a prick or not. He gets about two weeks to impress us before we make our decisions to make the rest of his year hell or not. And trust me, first impressions mean a lot. He seemed like an arrogant arse to begin with but he has barely even said anything yet. Lets give it a bit longer.
Art was relatively good. Manda is in my class! Yays! Double Chemistry was okay although I feel a bit scared about Higher - a tiny bit of me wants to chicken out and do Int 2 but I know I can do it! Mr Ross, my teacher is a bit odd - he did a demonstration pretending he was our class in a frying pan, jumping about like a total fanny. Ah well - he is Head of Chemistry, he just might help me pass. English was my main worry - There was an essay everyone was doing over the summer but I ddidn't know about it because I was in holiday when he gave it out. But it was relatively painless and I have to have it done by next Monday. Maths was good, I don't sit next to Nicky though - it's like the end of an era! But we have Mr Kirkland as a teacher so I'm sure by the end of the week we will be sitting together if not sooner.
Homework Still To Do:
*Read Hamlet Intro
*Write 'The Scythe' Essay
- hevs x
Sunday, 16 August 2009
RE-ENTERING HELL
I'm re-entering hell tomorrow. aka school. this time round I'm a fifth year so I get more respect, priviledges and a better tie, yes? No. Try, harder work, more homework and essay's, more pressure and less of a social life. Sounds like a load of fun doesn't it. I was meant to read a book over the summer called the Makioka Sisters...I'm not even a third of the way through. Crap.
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