Just because everyone else has recognised their blogs....

Er well its like 3am, just got back from Huddersfield and I'm whacked.
1. My feet hurt
2. Im making no sense
3. I think I've got food poisoning
4. Er....I can't count higher than this

So everyone seems to be blogging again and just because Saf, the worst blogger in the world has, I feel the need to respond. In the past ten months I've managed to do:

• My AS and A Levels....whoa, that thought makes me nauseous.....I have sooooo failed. The nightmares have started :S
• I have the bestest friends ever
• Its prom on Saturday - you have no idea how excited I am
• I've just had the best night out in a long long time.
• Hmmmm I think I need a job
• I'm pretty woahaha right now so this doesn't make a lot of sense
• I actually got accepted by universities. I'm going to Lancaster in September :)
• I had possibly the worst ten months in my life, but finally I'd like to think Im recovering. I couldn't have done it without certain people :)
• Happy pills get you through the day
• I have made many mistakes, but I'd like to think I'm a better person for it. People may not like me, but Ive realised I don't need to change to please anyone.

Er....I don't feel so good.

Im off
Bye :/

Oh dear lord

About four months since I posted. I am officially the worst blogger ever.
Well maybe Saf is worse :)
I now believe none of you read this, so I'm essentially ranting to myself but never mind, just thought I'd post so I don't feel so bad.
I apologise for taking so long to blog again, but it's taken me that long to organise my thoughts. I have, I hope you realise, just suffered through exams, results and now the long haul of English Lit hwk. I've become addicted to MSN, Life with Derek (Dasey rules!!!!!), youtube, fanfiction.net and basically doing anything but hwk.
Therefore, time has not been available to vent out my thoughts.
But I will give a quick catch up:
Exams - shite. 3hrs is pure torture.
Results: AABB (Critical Thinking does not count as a subject and that is what I keep telling myself when I look at the terrible grade I got in it)
Work: Ive begun to volunteer in a charity shop on a Saturday. I hate the till, but I like the clothes I get to sort through :)
Driving: I hate it but I can master how to make the car move. I just dislike other drivers - im the female Jeremy Clarkson.
Summer: Again pretty rubbish. Involved me discovering Canadian kids show Life with Derek and watching it religiously on youtube cos Michael Seater is damn hot. As you can tell my vocab and grammar is going downhill with computer overload. Plus my Mum was in hospital for four days so summer was not brill. Lit work is impossible to do and EPQ work has been neglected for next weekend.
Only a few more days till school begins and I'm a mixture of excitement and dread at the thought of it. Dread because of the school work and the fact I have only one year left (I don't want to leave all my friends) and excitement cos I get to see you guys! Although some people I'd be glad to avoid.
Anyways I was bored and waiting for something to upload so I decided to blog and make Emad happy (not in a sick way). If anyone still reads this I'll see you Thursday!
Huggles X

TIME AND THE LACK OF IT

OMG i haven't blogged for ages and by now none of you probably read it so essentially its just me rambling to the pet pigeon that looks here on the offchance.
Well main reasons for lack of blogging: can't be arsed, life is too dull/depressing to write about and relive again and thhe huge lack of time I have.
I awoke this morning with a strange quote in my head - 'So we play the fools with time whilst the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us'. [What is scary is the fact that is from my Henry IV Part 2 text for my exam - omg I can't believe i remembered it. ]Yep - that summed up life pretty well. I have seriously been wasting time just doing nothing really when I should have been revising and planning my history coursework exam - which is tomorrow - eek!
No, like usual I left it to the last minute - even though I said I wouldn't - and now I REALLY REGRET IT.
Stupid Critical Thinking exam today. Stupid sodding subject that I know NOTHING about and this revision was taking up valuable coursework planning time. Free periods were wasted with it, English Language consisted of making revision posters, Lit was dull and the exam itself was pitiful and consisted of me guessing on the multiple choice questions.
Lunch was empty. Everyone was away today again; Humaira, Amy and some others were off chemistrying at Huddersfield Uni; Jenny was having her hair cut; Lucy was driving; Zainab and Saf were not there for some reason;Katie and Rob were at lunch; Emad was at the other end of the table so i couldn't take to him; Beckie and Nic were attempting to watch me revise and I thinks thats about it. I attempted a pratice multiple choice paper and checked my answers which were all wrong! Losing faith I handed it to Beckie to have a go at and she got them all wrong too. It wasn't until Rob came and got some wrong that I realised I was...uh...using the markscheme for the...eh....wrong year *looks embarassed*
Oh God school is seriously frying my brains!

A post about Saturday, on a Sunday, because i'm being awkward

Ahh, yesterday amused me greatly, well, it did after my mother bought me an iced bun as an apology for shouting at me yesterday all because i was too busy to do something for her! Pah, i won this argument and got an iced bun out of it as well. The more capable minded of you will recall that Friday consisted of me pushing the car for a bit as it essentially 'konked out'. Now, it was taken away yesterday by some garage and around 1pm my mother and father disappeared to go and pick it up. I had no idea this was occuring because i am, as you all know, completely unobservant about things like this and if a pink elephant ran past me i'd just carry on walking. However, i did notice when a different car pulled up outside my house and my parents got out and it turns out they'd gone new car shopping without me as the old one was a write off. Damn and to think we could have sold it a few weeks ago to that car washing dude. I had a great hour or so sat in the car by myself playing with all the dials and such, its really cool because you can change the temperature setting it particular parts of the car and things light up! Yes *clears throat to hide embarassment at fascination by dials and knobs* well, the second big thing that happened yesterday was Amy's birthday which was hilarious to say the least. Rob and Aaron got completely pissed after a drinking game with Josh. Rob is a hilarious drunk - he's so happy and crashes into everything whilst declaring how much he loves everyone. For the most, we left him to it whilst we had to find Aaron who'd made a break for freedom and nearly fallen down the stairs. Zoe and I tried to understand how to play snooker and learn what things were, progressing from sticks to cues in our knowledge of the game, Zoe even ended up playing against Andy and i think she won through lots of cheating. Jenny and I didn't get severely pissed, just tipsy and a bit disillusioned, Andy gossiped, Zoe, Jenny and I bitched, Ben was Ben and Katie was happy. It was one of those things you had to be there for really, but it was a great night and so thank you Amy if by the rare chance you are reading this. Today is boring so far, i'm sleepy and essay weighed under. Pah, Blackadder 2 beckons. Toodles mon amie (look, im a french retard i have no idea if the last part is correct)

I...uh, should begin by apologising for my horrendous maths skills (please note i did get an A at GSCE and it was just a momentary laps) and point out that exams begin in 28 days....not 46. I believe i added an extra month on, so...uh, sorry. Therefore- Countdown until first exam = 28 days. Today was obscure and not just the voices in my head revolting obscure. I woke up reluctantly, stumbled around and then tried to set off to school early, but my Dad was more interested in watching Top Gear (irony you will see). Eventually i dragged him away from the TV only to discover the car refused to get into first gear (stupid mechanics didn't fit the gear box correctly when they repaired the clutch), but after five minutes it did move, slowly and so we set off. We travelled around 100 yards before smoke began billowing out of the front, the clutch began to burn (and choke me) as the car refused point blank to get into first gear. Slowly we climbed up the hill until the sodding car decided to not go into any gear whatsoever....just in front of the traffic lights. Hazard warning lights went on, everyone drove round us and my Dad managed to inch to car forward at around 3mph by presing right down on the accelerator. With the clutch burnt out and the car travelling at the speed of a butterfly i cringed as people drove past us, until the sodding car turned at the next traffic lights and refused to budge up a bit of slope. I was forced to go out and push (in a skirt, so elegance was not to be had) and after five minutes a kind mad took pity on me and helped push it a little bit. Then I was forced to walk to school, without a coat and up big steep hills in the freeing cold and rain. My hands were numb and by the time i reached school I was grasping at the walls for support. A truly terrible start to a terrible day and i received little sympathy from my friends, although Jenny and Humaira believe i am now the bionic woman. English Language was dull, Miss Briscoe took pity on me due to my experience, History was good because we badgered Miss Greaves into watching Hitler: The rise to power, Critical Thinking was spent helping Mrs Shehzhad create a story to get insurace, Lit was dull and Politics was spent reviewing the EU which hadn't gone in the first time. Then i was left with the big question; How the fuck was i meant to get home? I hung around school for a while in the pouring rain until a big car emerged from the distance, a taxi come to take me home - hurrah! Euh, a day that was not good from start to finish. Although it's just got a bit better as Oxfam have offered me an interview for voluntary work, so the day wasn't all bad. I'm a bit scatterbrained today after so many incidents (see also penguins and dildos from a lunchtime chat between me and saf) and i have no idea if anything makes any sense. Toodles.

Countdown....

Until exams begins today. 46 days to go till first exam - eek!!!! Today was not a good day, for many reasons, some i can't technically list for fear of being murdered or copywrited, but still. Somehow i was still tired this morning and had bags under my eyes, even though i went to sleep at around 9.15 last night - logic has failed me. I guess it's all the stress and timed essays being lumped upon me. I decided, considering i hate tea and coffee, to get my caffeine else where and had downed a bottle of coke before arriving at school - goodbye healthy teeth, hello fillings. I arrived at school at the unearthly hour of 8am and did my English Language hwk, before spending two free periods doing sod all, apart from finding some work experience. Mrs Morton is no help whatsoever unless you want to do Medicine. Damn her. English Language was dull, as was Lit and so set the trend of the day. I failed miserably in the Critical Thinking test, the personal statement talk was.....enlightening and stupid Mr Fraser through us out of the common room, whereby Zainab, Humaira and I talked for 30 mins in the hall. For some strange reason the postman has only just come, but can't get through our gates so i was forced to go get the mail from him in the rain! The letter was from my cousin Jenny about a book chain - essentially you send a book to a person on a list given to you and get your friends to do the same thing. Anyone out there want to be part of a book chain - you get free books....please, i need someone to do it. Anyway, yucky politics timed essay to plan, history coursework question to be awaited and buns to be baked. Toodles!

Patience

Uh, i really haven't got any when it comes to blogging, or any witty remarks. However as blogging is the lesser of two evils compared to my essay i thought i might as well update it, yet i actually want to finish my story for the fan fic website (none of you will ever find it so don't bother looking) but i'll be nice and blog instead because Humaira's blog inspired me what with her whizzing chair. Today was a Monday, a good Monday actually as i got an A+++ on a Politics essay, the first Mr Crowther has ever given out. Forgive me if i swell with pride here, but i hardly ever beat Jenny, Ben or Dom and i feel a little chuffed, but not gloatful. English Language consisted of playing Pairs with language words in Miss Greenwood's lesson, not being told off by Miss Briscoe and being set anothet stupid essay (the one i should be doing now). Miss Peach is giving us a bloody timed essay on her socialogical jargon that is in no way connected to Politics and Jenny and I sat in a corner and danced as we listened to music secretly. Also, Rob was amazed by an eraser pen, having never seen one before - the weirdo. English Lit was surprisingly fun, even if the Humaira and the Rob tried to distract me by getting me to make my annoyed 'tfft' sound. I retaliated and drew a rabbit on Humaira's paper and spent much of the lesson protecting it from her tip-ex, cue battle sound music and the bunny remaining unharmed. That is all for today. I'm bored and think i should work now. Listen to patience by take that for irony.