1) Have you noticed my new little thingy in the corner? The one that says currently reading? Just drawing it to your attention. Enjoy.
2) I made Pottercakes! Our House Fair tomorrow is Harry Potter themed (apparently. I have very little to do with it this year) and I figured I'd dig in and lend a hand...they're not exactly gourmet but they were fun to make :P
Hedwigs and lightening bolts!
3) DOCTOR WHO TRAILER.
I have three words for you.
ASDF
GHJK
L;'#
So you know how it's my last year in school, right?
All of our end of year plans are starting to be put in place now: end-of-year assembly plans, yearbook profiles, hoodies, plans for end of year prank-type thing, EVERYTHING.
And today I was just watching this video. And now it's kind of hitting me that it's all coming to an end and it's so weird :(
Seriously though, watch the video. It's epic.
And to round off this slightly pointless post, here is a picture of me and my friends in Y7 hugging a tree. That will be all.
I wanted to post about how sunny it is! But when I get home, the sun has always gone down behind the trees which sucks. So here is a picture of the sun behind some trees with my abject apologies attatched.
Pathetic, isn't it? Anyway, the weather's been glorious which is a pretty successful turn of events, seeing as I swear a few weeks ago it was that bone-freezing, ear-numbing sharp nasty cold weather that makes you want to stay in bed and hibernate until July.
Anyway, now nice and sunny and I'm celebrating by A CHANGE. AKA THE CHOP. So...now I have lots less hair and it's kind of ginger...here are some GPOYs to demonstrate the length/colour:
The amusing thing is, my little sister cut it...basically she just went bonkers with the scissors and I was left with les resultats. Oh and I should really point out that the second picture isn't me posing, it's me getting pissed off with my sister pointing a camera in my face :)
OTHER THAN THAT, all I can really add is that my college life has just EXPLODED which is why I'm getting a little bit lazy with this blog. I'm sorry. It's not like I don't love blogging. I just get BUSY.
(Oh, and this blog is two and a half years old today! Cake all round!)
1. The best deal I've ever gotten is: oh...um, I don't know. I just realised this question is really hard. But suffice it to say that I LOVE CHEAP CLOTHES AND BOOKS OKAY YEAH.
2. If I were hosting a dinner party and could invite people from my fantasy guest list it would include: Wait, how many? God is always my number one choice because imagine asking questions of God? (Can I invite non-existent people? How about people who may or may not exist?) I think I'd fill it with people from the past and from the now who have lived such rich, beautiful, inspiring lives...yep, that'll keep the conversation flowing. Like Irena Sendler and my homeboy Wilfred Owen and Wilm Hosenfeld and Irène Némirovsky maybe some non-war related people too...ooh, JFK and Bobby Kennedy! And Adele could sing us all into sweet sweet bliss. And Paolo Nutini too so he can finally wake up and realise I'm his future wife. Oh my god, and Emily Bronte!
And I'm ruling out fictional characters because that's a whole 'nother kettle of cod.
3. Something that inspires me is: everything, the beautiful big wide world with its colours and its shapes and its forms and that fact that we're all made of stardust.
4. If I could only choose to eat one flavor of food for the rest of eternity (sweet, salty, spicy, bitter....) I would have to go with: Salty. Of course. Mmmmmm, sweet, sweet salt.
I'd miss chocolate really badly though.
5. I dream about: I have the WEIRDEST dreams. They're usually pretty long and epic. I love dreaming. A lot of my story ideas are rooted in dreams, although I have to be pretty ruthless and cut out the bizarre bits...like I have to replace "troll attack" with "train crash" or the storyworld would have TOO many focal points.
That kind of thing.
Yeah.
6. My weekend will be spent:LONG WEEKEND. Working all day tomorrow (Saturday), then going out for a curry, then sleep over at my house with a cheap old bottles of wine :) and then a driving lesson and a rehearsal for Show Choir on Sunday...and I also have about 2k words of my History coursework to write and a History essay I should have written a week ago and a French mock oral to prepare for (it's on Thursday) and er...I think I might explode this weekend. Just a theory.
7. If I could only watch one movie or TV show for the rest of my life, it would be: WHY WOULD ANYONE FORCE ANYONE TO MAKE THAT DECISION?
I'd choose a TV show not a film. Because TV shows are longer. Maybe Doctor Who because there are a SHEDLOAD of episodes if you include Classic Who. And because, y'know, I have a TARDIS t-shirt. It would be a waste to not be able to use it.
So yesterday I saw The Script for the first time...I'd certainly never seen them before. And. It. Was. Incredible.
INCREDIBLE.
It started off okay: the warm-up act was Clare Maguire, who's a Solihull girl like me and who also has a serious set of lungs on her...she's a bit of an acquired taste but I actually really love her so that's cool.
She sang a bunch of songs...and then it was time for the moment we'd all been waiting for. THE SCRIPT YEAHHHHH.
It was all down to the crowd really. We were mega, mega, mega excited, and there were a lot of big fans in the audience. For me, there were two highlights. The first was The Man Who Can't Be Moved. We sang the whole first verse word-for-word, acapella, in time, 16,000 people in perfect unison. And at the end, Danny was so overwhelmed that he just sat down on the stage, took out his earpieces and just listened to us as we screamed and cheered and clapped for just ages. Such an epic moment.
There's a video below that may or may not be of that...I haven't watched it because I'm watching Comic Relief but hopefully it's what I think it is!
My second highlight was a little bit more personal: the song For The First Time. I'm going to be honest, guys, I got a leeeeeetle bit of a tear at this one, because of these lines:
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
Sit talking up all night,
Doing things we haven't for a while,
We're smiling though we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
And it goes on to do the rest but that's irrelevant, because it's that bit that gets me. Because it reminds me of my lovely friends and all the cheap wine we drink, and how sometimes we cry when we're drunk, and after all these years, we're still BFFLS BOI YEA.
(This is awkward because they read this blog now.)
Anyway, it was an epic epic concert. And I screamed myself hoarse. And it was really good. I mean really, The Script on St Patrick's Day. Could there be anything better?
I'm going to end with the words of Mark the bald guitarist (who apparently is all mine seeing as Danny does nothing for me):
"This is our third gig on this tour, and I honestly think nothing is going to top this."
(I've paraphrased. But ya know.)
Ladies and gentleman, this has been a post. GOODNIGHT.
Basically, I just realised that a lot of my output: not just here, but in my diary and when I talk to people from deep down *whacks heart like Tarzan*
Well...I sound really miserable and weird. And I'm not! I mean, I'm not Miss Cheerful of Cheerful Town, and I tell things exactly as they are: if it's sad, then it's sad. If it's not, then it's not.
Here's Tarzan to lighten the mood.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
Okay, I'm not a cheerful person. But I'm not 100% miserable and I'm not depressed or anything.
