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| 04:57pm 04/10/2005 |
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mood:  content
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by _shardsofme_
Because of recent events, I've decided to go Friends Only.
This doesn't really affect anyone, as anyone who ever reads this already know who am I, and I'm friends with already.
If you do happen to stumble across my livejournal, read my user info, and if you decide to add me, go ahead, and I probably will add you back. Nearly all of my friends here I know in real life, so I will be nice to get to know other people.
~Emmzy
And yes, I apologise for the crappness of the banner. My photo programme has died recently, so when it's all well and better, I will make the banner thing look pretty again. |
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| 11:14am 03/09/2005 |
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mood:  bored music: Imitation of life//R.E.M
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If you do want to take the test yourself, be warned it is *very* long and a bit repetative.
And also a bit confusing...how can I be dependant as well as schizotypal?! |
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| Dammit, this entry is like a bloody geog lesson... |
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| 04:21pm 19/08/2005 |
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This is going to be very short and everything, as I soon need to go. My Grandfather only installed the internet so he can get in touch with my Auntie, and we are limitied on how long we can take to check emails etc.
Anyone hear about the floods that have 'wrecked the Cornish village of Boscastle' or whatever the place is? You would have done if you'd watched the news. That is what *all* the stories are about...but it's not just that place which has been flooded.
That big hurricane over in the States continued across the Atlantic, and then dumped five days of solid rain on Cornwall, America's nearest neighbours 'across the pond'. So, my lovely week so far as consisted of rain, rain and more rain. Slightly depressing.
Problem is everytime I complain about the crap weather, I get called a 'little townie gal who can't cope with a bit of the countryside weather'...
The most intresting thing that has happened so far, is giving the Girlies a bath, finding Rosie had mites, and had to drive off to the vets in a thunder storm. Oh, and finding a hedgehog tangled up in the netting, and setting it free.
Mum and Zina are coming down tomorrow, and we're hopefully cleaning out the pond (see, how's that for a townie gal, eh?).
News on the kitten front is that Mum doesn't want to get one at all now, just as I'm warming up to the concept of having one. It would be great and everything to have two, but it doesn't look like thats an option at all now. I've looked through the classified, and have circled all the kittens 'for sale' in a red marker...hopefully Mum will get the oh-so-subtle point. |
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| 05:36pm 14/08/2005 |
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Spent yesterday on a *long* train journey down to Cornwall. About an hour in I got a text from Jennie saying she was also on her way down to Cornwall, so for about ten minutes of frantic text messaging we thought we were on the same train. In the end, we weren't. I left an hour earlier.
But the good news is, she's in Looe, and I'm only fourty-five mins away, in Redruth, which admitedly is quite a bit. Then again, it's different from the four hour journey difference from anyone I know most of the holidays I spend down here.
Oh, and don't tell anyone but...*whispers*...Tom might be getting a cat for his birthday. Shuuuush! And once again, my role as second best offspring pops up. Ug.
As I told my mum "Two cats or no cats. You know perfectly well Tom won't let me spend *any* time with the cat, if it's 'his cat'."
She understands to some degree. After all, her sister got a horse for her birthday, and my mum's never forgiven my grandma for that...30 years on.
My auntie was only 12 at the time. It's not like she liked them all that much. Actually, as I write this I am sitting in her room, with a horses bed-spred for a duvet, and a *huge* horse mural on the wall...
But still, my mum said her and Zina was bloody jealous she got a damn horse... |
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| 01:30pm 12/08/2005 |
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I'm in the mood for modifying my journal.
AKA fucking the whole thing up.
Oh well, I have a whole day to waste.
Here goes... |
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| 01:26pm 12/08/2005 |
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mood:  mellow music: Crucify//Tori Amos (This song is addictive, I swear...)
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Accidently stumbled across the mlots community. At the moment it has two entries, but that should change once everyone joins and starts writing an entry each. Which isn't surprising seeing as how much time everyone spends on livejournal. Kate seems to be going out of her way to update, and Amit writes absolutely millions of entries...
Anyway, we have new neighbours. All I know so far, is that they are Australian, have a teenage daughter (which should be nice for me to have someone my age, according to my mum. What does she think I am? Five?!) and they are nice. I had a nightmare last night that they came round to say hi, and it was Mr Howe and his girlfriend who owns a pizza shop somewhere. I'm still recovering now...
To make matters worse, my favourite top has shrunk in the wash. Eugh. I'm pretty sure I just haven't put on a *load* of weight this summer, because all my others clothes fit.
I'm gonna take after Amit and post some lyrics here. I'm not much of a lyric person, as in I don't like a song for it's lyrics wholely, I like it for a combination of the music and the words. The 'Cruicify' lyrics aren't all that good, but they're pretty, and the song is great, so here they are anyway:
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog, beggin’ for love
Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross
I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn
You’re just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Please be
Save me
I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Where are those angels when you need them
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
For those who went to Amit's thing, this was the song someone put on loop. |
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| 01:41pm 08/08/2005 |
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This is yesterday's shit, which I forgot to actually post yesterday:
I haven’t written much for a while, and seeing as everybody else *has* I’m going to try and do an update. I’m not going to bother with Italy, because we didn’t do much but spend two weeks lounging around in the tent or the pool. I also got through 9 books, big, thick ones, in 12 days, which is a mean feat for me.
The Wednesday after I got back, Amit had arranged a LOTR marathon round at her house. The normal people were there, minus a few who were either away or didn’t like the trilogy and saw no point in coming to a party in which all we would do was watch the movies. Which, in the end, we didn’t do.
After about 30/40 minutes, people got bored and either went internet stalking (in Jenn’s case) or reading Amit’s MSN conversation with D-Guy, her new coughcoughboyfriendcoughcough.
So from about 11ish onwards, everyone sat around in Amit’s bedroom and talked. For eight hours. Which seems a lot, but the time went very quickly. We talked about Zarina, me and Carly’s trip to France, Mabel, MLOTS (which unsurprisingly always seems to pop up), and then D-Guy and other boys, why, as a group, we are totally anti-social, the lets-go-up-to-the-common-and-drink-gin type of people, then religion, and, weirdest of all, our parents marital problems.
Oh, and everyone’s flaws (and the good things about people, which I just asked my Dad the ‘opposite word for flaws’ and he replied ‘ceilings’ in an extremely unhelpful manner) which was one of the conversations you know you don’t want to have, because you know you are going to upset someone, but no one seems to stop.
Urm.
And before I forget, both Kate and Jenn got ljs, and a mlots community is in the process of being set up. It doesn’t have a name yet though.
This is Tom: I am nearly 12 years old. Amazing! GFoodbye
Above, showing my brother’s amazing conversational and typing skills.
The conservatory, which now has to be named the ‘study’ is all painted and finished and lovely, to some extent. It is bright green and yellow, and hurts your eyes if you look at it for too long.
Went to Legoland yesterday, with Bethan (a hyper active kid with no off-switch who has been previously mentioned somewhere) one of the members of my fanclub.
According to my mum I am good with young kids, but I just believe I have a lot of patience, and if you have *a lot* of patience you can deal with anything. Such as young kids.
So I went with her and Frances to Legoland, and wandered around for a while. They’ve totally funked up the Drivers Z place. When I was her age, all we got was a crummy piece of paper, stating ‘Congratulations! (enter name here) has achieved her Drivers Licence at Legoland Windsor!’. Bethan got a proper card, which looked like a real license, with her picture on it. I spent the rest of the day being jealous of a 7 yr old. I got a migraine around 3ish and spent the rest of the visit being a grumpy bitch, whose conversation skills had decreased to one word replies.
After we left, Frances wanted to talk to Bethan’s mum for a while, so I was whisked off upstairs to play ‘Barbies’ and Connect 4. She had one of those heads, which you can slap make-up on and do the hair up, so she asked me to make the hair look nice on it.
The conversation went like this:
Bethan: What are you doing?
Me: Ur. French Plait.
Bethan: Oh. Could you do something else? She doesn’t like it.
Me: She?
Bethan points at the head, of whose hair I am plaiting.
Me: Okay, shall I do Cain row then?
Bethan: No.
She had no idea what Cain row was.
Me: I can do anything I want, right?
Bethan: Yeah. Why don’t you just do a normal plait?
This is why I am good with kids. I let them boss me around.
When I finally got home, I went to sleep at 9, feeling thoroughly ill and woke up at 11.30am today. So far, my weekend hasn’t been all that great.
I will stop my moaning here and go play on Pikmin, which, whatever Amit says, is actually a half decent game.
As of today, the thing I have done is painted Tom's little Eomer Warhammer figure, and broken my neck in the process. But that, according to my brother, is a worthwhile sacrafice. |
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| Copied over from samandjack shippers lj: |
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| 10:21am 03/08/2005 |
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Spoilers From Gateworld.net:
Meanwhile, Jack O'Neill has begun a romantic relationship with Kerry Johnson, a 30-something woman who is on the new S.G.C. Professional Oversight Committee, an organization charged with the task of overseeing base operations. The two have really hit it off -- but something is holding Jack back, and Kerry knows it.
Colonel Carter is facing personal issues on multiple fronts: Sam is having second thoughts about her engagement to Pete Shanahan, who has just bought a house for the two of them. She tries to talk to Jack about her feelings for the general, but is interrupted when Kerry arrives. And her father, the Tok'ra Jacob Carter, is seriously unwell.
I'm laughing in disbelief at the moment. I'm waiting for the hysteric crying and screaming to kick in any time soon...
Um. Tiny bit of over-reacting, but, hey, I spent that day watching Disney vids and crying over them, so I have the right to do this.
Incidently, did anyone know that Whoopi Goldberg did the voice for Shanzi - the hyena person - in The Lion King? |
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| France....ness |
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| 11:20am 31/07/2005 |
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friday
on friday morning, i got to school quite early to say goodbye etc. to people. which of course mean that no one was there except zena who was coming anyway. we went to get name tags for our suitcases and waited for a bit. after about 15 minutes, everyone was there so we took a few pictures and exchanged hugs etc.
/I completely mucked up my suitcase tag, by writing about five different addresses on it. Later on, the rain smudged it all anyway, and for some bizarre reason Holly gave it to me on the return journey having kept it in her pocket for the whole week./
me, zena, holly and emma went to the cafeteria to register with our groups where we found out that we'd been split up. Zarina and i were in Ms Xyloiannis's group with 6 year 7s and mabel, jio, and eleanor. emma, danielle and holly were in ms Hardy's group with 4 year 7s and Kayleigh, Ellie and Zoe. we were also on different coaches which meant that we werent really going to be doing anything together. we tried asking mr Langan if we could swap but as we had a group passport, we werent allowed, although emma had her own, so she could have, if she wanted to but that would mean leaving holly and danielle.
/I was a ‘drifter’, as Mr Langan put nicely. Yup, it was rather annoying as we hardly got to spend any time with the other people in other groups. Mr Hardy was more leanient that Ms X, so Holly, Danielle and I were allowed to walk around wherever we wanted as we were ‘year 9 people’./
we left school at 9:15 and had a 9 hour coach journey to france. although this had lots of toilet stops so at least it wasnt a solid coach journey like wales. coach journeys arent really the most interesting subject to talk about so i cant really be bothered to do this in profound detail. i read, slept, listened to cds, talked to zena and watched legally blonde, shrek and several episodes of friends.
/Was it really 9 hours? Sheesh. Holly and I spent most of the jounry moaning about how bloody annoying the year sevens are. They come out with the weirdest facts, for example ‘concealer is good for your skin’…/
when we were off the Eurotunnel and in france, we stopped to have lunch, where we got to see the others, swapping information about the year 7s we were now ready to murder. emma had brought a punnet of strawberries which were very yummy...
/Yes, the strawberries were very nice. And the rice cakes, which Carly and Danielle became addicted too. We forgot about the strawberries after that, and found them on the last day, covered in mould. Yum. We also told the girls Holly and I were called Miranda and Sarah. They believed us too./
there was tons of traffic and rain so we arrived at the Chateau de Grande Romaine (where we were staying) quite a lot later than scheduled. it was a hotel sort of thing for schools, with lots of buildings for our rooms and a main building with the food hall. it would have been quite nice, if it wasnt raining so much.
our rooms.....they were 4 people to a room and one 7. mr langan put me, emma, danielle, and holly in one room and mabel etc and zena in the 7, probably because she in their tutor group. we were all really pissed off at that, but mr langan promised that he would put us all in the same room in normandy. and naturally zena came to our room every morning to wake us up and have a shower and stayed in our room in the evening until the teachers came and told her to go.
/Zarina was our little alarm clock. She even yanked the duvets off Holly and me when we refused to get out of bed./
saturday
we had breakfast and made lunch, just putting fillings in baguettes. we left for paris at 10am. fist we went to the Bastille Opera Theatre. the auditorium was amazing, really really beautiful. the guy who was giving us a backstage tour was so proud of it.
/We went at a different time to Coach A. But, yeah, it was amazing. Look loadsa pikkies. The tour guy was a bit strange though, and he smoked like a chimney. Ooh, and Natalie got to sit in the French Prime Minister person’s chair./
after the tour we had lunch, during which Zarina was terrorised by a pigeon. we went of a boat trip through paris but i was really tired and kept dropping off. near the end, it started to rain and most people went to sit inside, while i sat there refusing to move.
/Boat trip was very boring. Some French man hit my knee, but that was because I was kneeing him in the back. And Holly got everyone addicted to her Forehead rub stuff./
we met up with coach b at the louvre, where we were condemned to walk around in our groups with ms x, who was determined to find the bloody Mona Lisa. so me and zena were complaining pretty much all the way about how it wasnt even that good, and there were better paintings etc.
/Eugh. Louvre was embarassing. Holly, Danielle and me plonked ourselves in the middle of some corridoor, and drew a load of shapes. Everyone, and I mean everyone, looked at my book and made some comment on it. It was in French, so I don't know if they were good or not, although I did get a 'C'est bon!'.(Danielle’s masterpieces included ‘Shape de la shape’, ‘Spike’ and ‘colour’. Her sketchbook is hilarious. I’ll try and get it off her when we get back to school, you have to see it!/
when we got back to CGR, we had dinner etc. and went to our rooms, where me, emma, holly and danielle had a long, long discusiion about everything. first a bitching session about mabel, then stuff about certain teachers. then a very long talk about the political relationships in the MLOTS and the smaller groups in it.
/Topic’s covered:
Why Ms Coe is such a good teacher.
Yup, politics of the MLOTS.
Why Holly and co abandoned the rest of us. Which I still don’t understand.
The politics of Danielle and her mates. Something about some strange ritual they put Keshia through…
Mable bitching
Mr Howe and his inability to do a good English lesson
More Mable bitching/
then ms X came and told us to go to sleep
/Did she? Don’t remember that…/
Sunday
we did a series of activities arranged by the staff at CGR. first my group did the Low Ropes, which was basically lots of ropes tied to trees which we had to walk on, then do the whole thing blindfolded. it was quite fun and neither me nor zena fell. not once!
/We did Absailing (ohmygodohmygod) and Rock Climbing. I broke my stomach muscles in the Absailing, and Holly literally ran up the wall in the climbing./
after that we went to do the trapeze, which we were pretty scared about as it was hidden by lots of trees and when we were doing low ropes we could hear lots of shrieking and screaming. it was a log, stuck in the ground, about 4/5/6m high and a ladder, on the top of the log was a 20x20cm wooden square and then a faded orange trapeze. the guy who was supervising was so weird..hed ask your name while doing up the harness and if he decided he couldnt pronnounce it he would give you a new one. if i remember correctly he called zena rachel and when she was climbing suddenly said 'you're doing really great Sophie!'
/We had a guy, called Toby, who fancied Ms X and reminded Danielle of Mr Howe. Not surprisingly, we didn’t like him much./
fortunately, he didnt change my name, but when i was going up...
person (didnt tell us his name): when i say CAR, you say LEE!
person: CAR!
everyone else: LEE!
person: CAR CAR!
everyone else: LEE LEE!
etc.
so you had to climb up the ladder, climb up the log, and stand on the square and after a count of 3, jump. it was so cool! although standing was pretty scary as the log was wobbling...
we also did some weird riddle thing and archery
/I was horribly boffiny and answered every single riddle he asked. Correctly./
after lunch, we went to Notre Dame for an organ concert and lots or sketching. i took a few photos as well.
/Danielle’s fan-club(Joan, Charlotte, and Chloe-some yr 7s) latched onto me while Danielle went off somewhere. They are hilarious. Joan (completely barmy) thought Zarina went to some other school (“Why are you here then?”) and that Carly didn’t speak English. Heh…/
after dinner there was a swimming session. none of us (me, danielle, holly, emma, zena) could be bothered so we played cards and made a great sign saying 'SWIMMERS ARE LETHAL, TRY TO AVOID EYE CONTACT' which we took a photo of with the year 7s swimming in the background ;)
/Ms X and Ms Potter were totally flirting with Toby./
CGR held a disco that night in 3 different places: the main one in some dark room somewhere..., one by the tennis courts and one near the swimming pool. we didnt really want to go so we had a very wet (rain) game of tennis. me and holly went to a quest to see if they would play Muse for us, first at the main place. it was really packed and humid and playing crap music, and the dj said he might play it then forgot. we tried the swimming pool place (where they were playing limbo) but there were no Bwwod girls so we werent sure whether it was another schools activity or not.
/Heh-heh. We made a load of signs. Including one stating ‘Beware of Yr 7 mood swings’ next to me brusied, scabby, bloody knees. I had rather a rough week…/
last place was the tennis courts, where it wasnt a disco as such, just a hifi next to where people were playing football. and we did it! they played Hysteria, and while me and holly were doing a weird satanic dance 2 boys came up to us asking what music it was. one was called Liam and i have no idea what the other one was partially because he was really quiet but more because he had suuch a strong liverpool accent that we had no idea what he was saying...
/Heh, heh. Zarina, me and Danielle played tennis in the pouring rain. We then gave up half way through and had another deep philosophical talk about stuff. We then left, and found Carly and Holly walked off with two boys. Completely hyped up on the weather, we stalked them for a good five minutes, whispering about their ‘new boyfriends’ (Sorry, Carly………). They turned round at one point, and saw us in various stages of diving behind a bush and trying to hide. After they’d split, Zarina and Danielle (and I swear, I had nothing to do with this) ran after the boys and were gonna ask them ‘bout Holly and Carly. Mr Langan made them go back inside though./
anyawy we had a weird conversation about how crap the music was in the main disco and the idiotic dancing that was taking place. so liam decided to join us one more time to back us up with j-rock music.
by that time it had almost ended and the dj said he would play it if we left, which didnt really help much...
monday
wooo!!! off to normandy!!!
long, long, long journey to normandy. watched shrek, more friends on the way, also a trip to Bayeax tapestry
/Bayeux Tapestry. Again. Bleh./
checked into Centre Regional de Nautisme, a sort of hotel/sailing school thing which was amazing. just out of the back door was the beach. there was also a table football table, table tennis and pool.
but yet again, we were in different rooms. they were all 4 people per room so we had to split again, this time deciding. it was holly, emma and zena in one room and me, danielle, ellie and zoe in another. we had to share a bathroom with the room next door, in my case, Pearl, Ella, Tazi and Imogen. the others were sharing with mabel & co.
i'm still not sure what happened but i think mr langan half heard zena saying 'great, now we have to share a bathroom with that bitch mabel'
/Yup, Zarina was saying how bitchy they were, and then Mr Langan suddenly appeared and said ‘Is everything alright girls?’. Me and Holly, being ever so nice, ran off in mild hysterics…/
so therefore he asked them what she meant and swapped our rooms around, so me, emma, zena, holly, danielle, ellie and zoe were sharing a bathroom, and pearl, imogen, ella and tazi had to share with mabel, eleanor, jio and kayleigh.
/I didn’t mind that much sharing with Mable and co, but Zarina was adament that she wouldn’t, and we really wanted to be together as a group. So Mr Langan, swapped us round. Yay!/
i asked pearl and imo about it later on in the week, they were quite annoyed that we'd swapped because mabel etc were practically hogging the whole bathroom 24/7. they all take an hour long shower twice a day.
/I feel kinda bad about them. We sorted out a rota, and it worked fine./
there was a volleyball game year 7s vs teachers. danielle and zena went to save the yr 7 team while holly tried repeatedly to do cartwheels. me and emma were putting in wonderfully artistic additions to holly's sketchbook eg. air by emma, crazy holly in a bottle by carly, a line by carly, holly wondering where everyone playing volleyball has gone by emma.
/Ah, yes. Another sketchbook you guys have to see./
holly went to play volleyball but either missed or hit in the wriong direction...
/And constantly gave an audio commentary, which is probably why she kept missing…/
at night we opened the adjoining doors to each others room and holly, zena and emma came to our room. they stayed for about an hour until zoe shrieked and dropped her torch. we all spun round to see ms striesow staring through the gap in our curtains. it was really creepy...
/Ellie went to get her towel, and then screamed. Then I screamed. Then everyone screamed, and me and Holly sprinted back to our beds. Oh, and before that we all talked about, wow, guess wot?….boys. Which, surprisingly, we never talk about at our sleepovers. What’s wrong with us?!/
anyway, holly and emma ran back to their room, zena who was in my bed at the time hid under the duvet was later found when ms striesow found that there was only 6 of us when there was supposed to be 7
/Heh. That was funny…/
tuesday
true freedom at last!
we were given the choice of a) staying at the CRN, b) going shopping in town or c) going to the beach. holly and danielle went to play volleyball and zena, emma and i went to the beach. we made a great sandcastle: Mount CEZ (carly, emma, zarina. unoriginal i know) which was much better than the crappy year 7 one. we played some cards where i finally learnt Black Jack. people have tried to teach me many, many times and i'e never gotton the hang of it. tazi, zoe (winlow, in year 7), ella (dorfman, not ella ryan grey who i was originally sharing a bathroom with) and laura taught me other card games (m/l: they taught me the thing Sophie was trying to teach us, about magic cards?)
/We made turrrts and everything. Holly went off stalking…dammit…what was her name?…..Chloe? Was it Chloe? Anyway, more about her later./
after lunch on the beach, we went to the Dior museum. it was amazing, but we werent allowed to take pictures, and it was hard to take them discreetly as there were staff wandering around on each floor. we went out to the garden which was even more amazing than the museum. we were going round muttering 'lucky bastard...'
/He had some lovely house and garden. Carly then blew bubbles everywhere and we ran around like three years olds popping them./
in the evening, we got to go ice-skating! me and zena were pretty crappy so fortunately there was holly and emma. emma is a brilliant skater and she went around backwards helping me.
T/hey have no bloody toe picks!! The French don’t have toe picks!! Oooh, and some girl slit her hand open and had to have stitches./
wednesday: bastille day!
before breakfast me and zena went to the vending machine and bought emma and holly a cup of hot chocolate to sya thankyou for helping us the night before.
/I spent at least 10 euros on hot chocolate, as all the other drinks there were shitty./
after that, more free time! zena and emma worked on the sketchbooks, painting etc. holly disappeared off the face of the earth and danielle and i spent the morning rallying to each other on the volleyball court and having conversations about anything at all as we did so. after lunch we went to town to go shopping with ms potter where i bought a very pretty necklace :)
/Ah, yes, we now know where Holly dissappeared off too. Ellie and Danielle reckoned she fancied Chloe, me and Carly just thought Holly wanted to be friends with Chloe, a lot more than Chloe wanted to be friends in return. But, for that whole day, and for the rest of the week, nearly, Holly spent marginally more time with them, then with us. Which was, actually, quite funny…./
after dinner we were preparing for the Bastille day disco at CGN. i didnt plan on going but Zena argued with me until i agreed. she also tried to put eyeliner on me and danielle but we kept blinking, im terrible with makeup. when we were in town, eleanor bought a bottle of gin, apparently it was supposed to be vodka but she just grabbed the bottle and paid for it. zoe brought it to our room and gave us some. i dont know how much danielle had but she found she really liked it and went to mabels room to have some more.
/I was trying to put eyeliner on, and then Daniele materialised beside me and watched me over my shoulder. Running around the rooms, trying to put it on, and she bloody followed me everywhere. Zarina did try to put some on her. And failed rather amusingly…
Oh, yes. The Gin. I think me and Danielle were the only ones who had some. And Zoe. Zoe was drunk, really really out of it, Danielle was tipsy (which should be a very good story to tell Gina and everyone when we get back) and I was ok. Dunno bout Ellie, but Mables lot stunk of Gin. They were worried Mr Langan would smell in on them./
at the disco, zoe managed to get everyone to dance including ms potter, ms hampton, mr langan, ms owen and ms goddard. which was rather mind scarring...
/Ditto. Zoe was drunk at the time, which is the only reason she was dancing with the teachers…/
then...fireworks! yes, i am still childish enough to love firework displays, thanks to my obsession with sparkly/shiny/colourful things.
/They were very prettyful./
thursday
went to the Le Mont Saint Michel. Ms X let us sit for a while to get crepes/ice cream. word of advice: NEVER attempt to share a crepe, especially one with chocolate sauce. it is one of the messiest things you could ever do and it ends up being so delicious that you want another one, completely against the whole point of sharing a crepe.
walked around for ages with ms x and ms potter for no particular reason. we had lunch with everyone and helped Danielle with her 'brilliant' sketchbook by positioning a cupcake on a wall for her to draw. then we went back up a million flights of stairs to the main castley bit. where i played several thumbwars with imogen, pearl, tazi and ella
/They then chucked the cupcake at some pour unsuspecting tourists below. Quickly followed by some water./
all at the same time of course.
/They consisted of Carly’s fan-club./
we went on a tour round the whole thing but i dont remember anything about it...
/Our group sat at the bottom, after listening to my speech on how bloody boring the whole thing was. Oh, dammit it forgot. Ms Owen’s group did some ginormous Burntwood symbol in the sand which you could see from the top. Danielle and me wrote out names in very very big letters, then rushed to the top (a mean feat, I tell you), took pikkies of it, ran down, got told of for being late, and then left./
when we got back me and danielle had another game of volleyball while the others were working on their sketchbooks (neither of us intended to give ours in) and several games of table football, until we were all told to congregate on the rocks where people took pictures of all of us together and we gave a card to mr langan and ms potter to say thank you. then there were some random performances by some of the year 7s, which were very funny
friday
we had been told so many times to get our suitcases into the coach by 8am. so helpfully both rooms were woken by zena at 7:50, so everyone was in a mad rush to pack. amazingly we managed to get them downstairs by 8:05 and went to breakfast.
/We set the alarms for 7, but ignored them. Totally us./
we played cards with the year 7s and more table football until we were called to get on the coach. as with before i'm not going to describe the whole coach journey. we watched the Importance of being earnest, friends and Hercules. in the eurotunnel they gave out prizes for sketchbooks, both zena and emma won one.
/Zarina came first! But her book was really AMAZING. Really, really, really…./
The Stalking of Pearl Chanda
in Paris, it was quite hard as we did everything in coaches or groups, and she was on coach b. so i hardly ever saw her anyway. in Normandy it was much, much easier. we were originally going to share a bathroom (pure coincidence, i didnt plan it, i swear) but then we switched rooms with mabel etc. so we were on different halls. later on, i was playing table football and she came and joined my team. now, i'm not technically stalking her anymore, as i'm half friends with her. although i do know some random things about her eg. shes asthmatic (she came to find me to play table football because the people in her room had been spraying deodorant excessively and she couldnt go in) and she has a cat, i think.
Outcome of the trip
1) i got a HUGE mouth ulcer. imagine a 5mm diameter HOLE on your lip, which hurts everytime you move your mouth.
/It was funny. Carly couldn’t talk./
2) i went very brown. now, my face, arms and hands dont look related to my body
/You got a tan?! Bloody lucky…/
3) i got to know lots of people, both from year 9 and year 7. i know Danielle much better from sharing a room and playing volleyball on our own while having weird conversations about anything, which is good because i'm in her tutor group next year. i didnt think much of Ellie before, but ive learnt that she is quite a nice person. now for all my random year 7 friends: Laura Kurlansky, Ella Ryan Grey, Pearl Chanda, Zoe Winlow, Imogen Probyn Gibbs and Tazi Cowan. i learnt quite a few random things about them as well eg. Tazi was anorexic when she was younger (not because she wanted to be skinny, she just didnt want to eat) and her mother found out that she loved spaghetti bolognese and shes had it ever day for 5 years. i also have a photo of Imogen, Ella, Tazi and Pearl in their room (it should be mentioned that i did not take this picture discreetly while stalking Pearl, they all knew i was taking it and asked if they could be in it)
/Yeah. I got to know Danielle really well too. Pity I didn’t earlier, as I’m not longer in the same tutor group. But, she’s really nice. Albeit, a bit strange, but then, who isn’t. No more so than, say, the rest of us./
4) i got to explore france
/I wouldn’t say explore, but yeah, the trip was a lot of fun./
Eugh. Simply, trip was very very fun, but missed the people at home alot. There is alot more to write, but if people are that bothered, I'll just tell them.
Main bit was Carly. The //s was my add ons as I couldn't be bothered to write my own stuff. Thanks Carly. |
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| 05:13pm 07/07/2005 |
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I hate my school. I really really do.
I should be happy, because at least I’m still with Hannah. And that is great. Don’t get me wrong; when I found out I nearly started crying with happiness, because I wasn’t on my own.
So, yes I have Hannah, but I don’t have anyone else.
Shona and Kate are together, but Sania, Jennie, Sarah, Mevan, Holly and Amit are spread all over the year. Which means there is a good chance I won’t be with some of them at all.
Eva came over to see I am upset, because Alex is apparently crying over there.
I was crying earlier, but not any longer.
I’m just pissed now.
What a lovely way to end my last day of school.
I knew we were all gonna be split up, but it just didn’t sink in that we were gonna be *split up*.
And still now, I continue to think of 10.7 as a class I just have to attend, in which I don’t know any of the people in, but it doesn’t matter much. Like Maths.
It’s just a class, not a tutor group.
A tutor group who I have to spend the next two years with.
A tutor group who I have P.E, I.T, R.E and Tutor Period with, every week.
A tutor group who I am expected to make friends with, even though I have friends already, people who I have known for three bloody years, and am now just expected to ‘make new friendships, and keep the old ones’, as Mr Harper said.
The school reckons we’re all just like teletubbies, and everyone is everyone’s friend, but that is totally not the case. I didn’t know half of my class existed, and now I’m just told to go and ‘be friends’ with them.
The worst thing is, no other school mucks around with the classes in Year 9. It’s just my stupid school that does.
I hate my school. |
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| 04:17pm 06/07/2005 |
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There is some girl who walks home along Plough Lane, who happens to be in Set 2 for Maths. She was walked in front of us today, and Alex and I both noticed something.
She either has a nervous twitch, thinks she has a stalker, or is incredibly paranoid, because every few steps she looked over her shoulder. Step, step, step, look, step, step, step, look. For the whole walk home. It got incredibly annoying, so when we overtook her, we kept looking over out shoulders too, and waving at her.
I reckon she hates us now, after the whole ‘Stupify’ incident (Ilona yelled ‘Stupify’ at her back once, when she only meant to whisper it. Amit and I were laughing *alot* after that) she has good reason too.
Eugh. Last day of school tomorrow. And we get our SATs back. And our new tutor groups.
See, this is what I don’t get, no other bloody schools split up their classes. But we do. And all the other schools join up with the boys schools and have dances. We don’t.
Oooh! We have our first toad! Yay! My mum just found him and he is teeny tiny. About the size of my thumb nail and black all over.
What should I call him? |
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| 04:51pm 04/07/2005 |
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I don’t like my D.T teacher.
I think she’s a genuinely nice person and everything, but she is so hard to please.
Every piece of work she sets, she has her own idea of what it is supposed to look like, and if it doesn’t meet that standard, you have to change it.
Once, she refused to mark my work, because I didn’t colour my border purple. Amit did a beautiful mood board, and Ms had a go at her because her eye didn’t go straight to the title. I mean, you can’t win with her.
I’ve spent most of today finishing my cushion, so it’s pretty good for my standards. The sewing went a bit haywire, but at least it’s not falling apart.
The sewing machine, however, is a different matter. I think I might have broken it. Oops.
Mabel got the main part in Guys and Dolls. What a surprise.
Not surprisingly, we were all a bit miffed. She *always* gets the main part, and there are so many better actresses in the school, but because she is so OTT, they always choose her. So, she plays Adelaide in 2 out of the 3 performances.
But guess who got Adelaide’s understudy?
Ilona!
Yay!
I’m trying to get people to go to the understudy performance, as apparently Cleo and Zoe are both in it too. So, that’s a bit of good news. J
Countdown till hols:
Two full days and three lessons, which are:
French x1
Science x2
I.T x1
Dance x1
English x3
Maths x2
Music x1
History x1
P.E x1
Tutor Period x1
Drama x1
Heh. As long as I survive Monday, the rest of my lessons aren’t that bad. |
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| Last lesson with Ms Davies ever....Ever. Ever! EVER!! |
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| 07:41pm 30/06/2005 |
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Last music lesson, we were told we could bring in CDs of our choice. Jennie brought in Goldfrapp, and we decided to play ‘Twist’ and ‘Strict Machine’.
Much to my amusement, the whole class hated both songs, apart from Ms Owen, who did a tick next to the songs (for some bizarre reason) and said the songs were ‘intersting’ but had ‘bad diction’.
Something I found rather interesting, as Goldfrapp are trademark for their apparent ‘bad diction’. Plus, Ms would have hit the roof if she’d had heard the actual lyrics. She had a go at Misty, cos the word ‘ass’ was mentioned in her song, yet a rather graphic explanation of sex, and an orgy which seems to last for half the song go unnoticed in Twist.
But that’s Ms for you.
She nearly broke Nafisat’s fingers today apparently. Because she turned around and picked up some Vaseline. As soon as she left, Hodan said ‘She’s gone to far’. Which she has, in my opinion. Just think, only a few more weeks until we’re free of her, and some poor year seven class has to deal with her for 3 years.
Heh.
But, Ms was in a bad mood because she came in to see the whole class screaming over the whole Alex/Holly thing. Which I won’t go into now, but… we were told to shut up or we’d get letters sent home. Or something to that effect.
During Drama, everyone was asking us lot about it all, because we were sitting with them at lunch. I said none of it was true, but then again I wasn’t really watching. We were playing Breadbottle.
I wasn’t defending them or anything. I just don’t think it happened.
So, yeah, our whole class knows, and somehow, Ilona does too. She asked me about it on the way home.
But, I don’t know/care/am interested so I’m just gonna ignore the whole thing.
On a happier note, my grandma’s coming up tomorrow. And I haven’t seen her for *ages* so that is nice.
Amit has also adopted the ‘Mevan Syndrome’ that involves hanging around teachers holding inappropriate objects. She hurriedly stuffed the ‘Erotica’ book behind her back, and then I took it from her as she talked to Mr Howe.
Oh, and I got a level 8 in Drama. So yay me! |
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| 09:15pm 29/06/2005 |
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After the whole hair fiasco (in which the train was late, the hair appointment was cancelled, tom got lost in Sutton, and my mum used a lot of colourful words which I have *never* heard her use before) I went home and started to make my tea.
I went to throw my eggshells away, and opened the small bin thing, and instead of seeing the contents of the bin, saw a load of hair. I pride myself on having quite quick reactions, but for some reason it took me about 5 seconds to realise that it was not, in fact, hair.
It was something hairy, definitely, and kind of dark green in colour.
With bits in.
And was growing out of the banana peels.
I have a phobia of two things. Spiders, and mould.
The latter of which was in the bin.
So I started screaming the house down, and running around trying to get away from the kitchen. My mum came down, in a fluster, thinking I’d stabbed myself with the bread knife or something equally painful judging from the racket I was making.
She started laughing when I told her I’d found some mold in the bin thing. I promptly refused to go back into the kitchen, so my mum took the bin away, while I continued to hover around the dining room, absolutely *sure* I could feel the damn hair mould all over my body. Ew. Just thinking about it now brings me out in goosebumps.
My mum was still laughing over the fact that I’d nearly had a heart attack over the contents of the bin, and when she asked why I was screaming about there being hair in the bin, I told her I’d thought, that in the first 5 seconds of discovering the mould, that Tom had had a haircut, and put the discarded hair in the compost bin. Why he would put his hair in the compost bin was beyond me, but somehow my mum found this all the more funnier.
She’s been teasing me about it all evening. I swear mothers are supposed to be loving, and caring and lots of other nice words. Not sneak up on their daughters and tickle them, pretending to me hairy mould and send them into paranoid itching all over again.
A moment ago, I went to get a nectarine. I got one out of the tub, washed it, and had it two centimetres from my mouth, when I happened to look down.
Guess what was on the side of the damn nectarine?
Only this time, it was silver, not green.
Which, I suppose, makes all the difference.
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| 03:36pm 28/06/2005 |
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mood: slightly annoyed music: Taxi Ride//Tori Amos
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You revise *all* weekend and late into the night on Sunday for a French Test the following Monday. You are then ill, and don't go into school, and miss said French Test which you have wasted all of three days revising for.
You can now, just about realise, why I am a *teeny* bit pissed off and my health right now. Eugh.
Under normal circumstances, I would be vaguely happy to miss and day of school, and even happy to miss the French Assessment. Apart for the fact, that I did bother to learn it, but miss it anyway, when I had so many better things to do then learn how to say 'I ate the school diners at my primary school. I didn't like it' in French!
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| 04:14pm 24/06/2005 |
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"How did you get out of the assessment?"
"Ah. Ms fell down that stairs and couldn’t do it."
"How did she fall down the stairs?"
"She was pushed by - how you say? - me."
Heh. Ilona pretended to be a French Exchange student on the way home. That was how the conversation went.
I don't feel like going to Drama today, because a) I just don't want too, b) I have Farscape DVDs to watch, c) I just don't want too and d) I have a headache bordering on a migraine.
I think something must have snuck into the house while I was at school and drunk all the calpol. Because there was alot more in the bottle earlier.
Oh, and seeing as I have to go to Drama, good luck England. Woo! |
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| 08:33pm 21/06/2005 |
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2-1
We are winning!!
*screams with joy* |
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| 07:30pm 21/06/2005 |
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Come On England!! |
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| 05:34pm 21/06/2005 |
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It wasn't a particularly boring lesson, but I just felt my lids drooping all lesson...and then I fell asleep. Mevan's mobile ringing woke me up, which she consequently got conviscated a moment afterwards. But it's strange as I had a decent-ish sleep last night, and although I had mucked up my body clock by sleeping over at Shona's and getting about 5 hours of sleep the night before, I didn't feel all that tired.
Oh, the 'Vindaloo' song is great.
( Vindaloo! )
Well. Shona's was fun. Very very fun.
My dad refused to talk to me, because I was ditching the whole wedding. Even though, in my defence, I told him I didn't want to go...yet he still put me down as going.
We went to bed late, set out alarms for 5, and went to sleep. The alarms went off, but we were too damn tired to get up. Sarah did though, and went to check the road outside, and then suddenly shouted 'Ah! It's started!' and I swear, I have never ever jumped out of bed that quick ever before. Except for the time when I thought we were gonna be fogotten on the French Trip, but still, we all walked, or in my case hopped (I was still in my sleeping bag) over to the window and sure enough, it had started.
So, we sat on her window sill for 4 hours straight. Seriuosly, the only moving I did was to change places with the others every so often and to get breakfast. We also screamed for four hours straight. Well, me and Shona did. We now have *very* sore throats.
We saw Ms Dorfman, a Mr Jones look-a-like, about ten Mr Lencinas, Shrek, Scooby Doo, Teal'c, four guys dressed as girls and loads more which I can't remeber atm.
Number of lessons left till I am free:
Dance: 2
Drama: 3
Art: 2
P.E: 3
Music: 3
Science: 11
Maths: 10
English: 11
History: 5
R.E: 3
Geography: 6 (Yes!!!!)
Spanish: 5
French: 2
Unfortunately, when I come back, I still have half of those lessons for GCSE. One of which isn't Geography, which means I will never ever have to be in the same classroom as her for the rest of my life. Which is good news. |
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