Its always awkward to catch sight of yourself in the mirror while you're getting dressed. Viewed from the right distance, your less-than-Greek form is fully noticeable for the first time, and you realise you look as if god has reached a hand down from heaven and crushed your torso in his hand like a piece of paper. You notice that you look a bit like you have rickets. Not a pretty sight.
Luckily I have my sweet style, which more than makes up for it.
Anyway, today is Saturday, which marks the beginning of my birthday weekend. If my 16Th birthday is anything to go by, this one has a lot to live up to (Apparently, on my 16th I confronted my friend in the hall, demanding sex. I can look back on it with wry humour now, but at the time it was mortifying.) I'm debating weather to put credit on my phone for the occasion, the only thing that's stopping me is my horrifying prophecy of ringing someone at 2 in the morning and confessing things which need not be confessed. I would say who, but that's just no fun.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Monday, 14 March 2011
Japan.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2011/mar/14/tsunami-kesennuma-video?INTCMP=ILCNETTXT3486
This is amazing, aboslutley awful, but amazing. Its always so easy to forget for powerful water can be. It looks terrifying.
This is amazing, aboslutley awful, but amazing. Its always so easy to forget for powerful water can be. It looks terrifying.
On pretending to die.
You would have hoped that the feeling of self importance would fade away after you made your first blog post; it doesn't. It would probably helped if I remembered to post from time to time.
Found this questionnaire about relationships stuffed behind the radiator in my English class, which was apparently aimed at 14 year old:
How far would you go for your relationship? If it meant you and your boyfriend/girlfriend could be together forever, would you:
A:Run away and never contact your family again?
B:Pretend to die and escape later on?
C:Divorce your parents?
Its the "Pretend to die" which cracks me up. I'm well aware that puberty is a time when people exhibit irrational (and at times outright stupid) behaviour, but last time I checked it usually only went as far as swearing at your RE teacher or beating up the weird kid. The fact that someone is concerned enough about teenagers faking their own death that they decided to make a questionnaire is hilarious. It begs the question of how a teenager would fake their own death in the first place, armed with only a bad haircut and the wages from their Saturday job.
Times wondered which of my A levels i can afford to fail: Probably Double figues
Money given to good causes: £1.50
Money given to personal causes £7.00
Found this questionnaire about relationships stuffed behind the radiator in my English class, which was apparently aimed at 14 year old:
How far would you go for your relationship? If it meant you and your boyfriend/girlfriend could be together forever, would you:
A:Run away and never contact your family again?
B:Pretend to die and escape later on?
C:Divorce your parents?
Its the "Pretend to die" which cracks me up. I'm well aware that puberty is a time when people exhibit irrational (and at times outright stupid) behaviour, but last time I checked it usually only went as far as swearing at your RE teacher or beating up the weird kid. The fact that someone is concerned enough about teenagers faking their own death that they decided to make a questionnaire is hilarious. It begs the question of how a teenager would fake their own death in the first place, armed with only a bad haircut and the wages from their Saturday job.
Times wondered which of my A levels i can afford to fail: Probably Double figues
Money given to good causes: £1.50
Money given to personal causes £7.00
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
The first on-line hurdle.
When I signed up for English Language As level, I was not aware that I would have do do anything that felt so unnatural as "Blogging." I cant work out weather the art of writing about how you ate a sandwich at lunch in a way which is both entertaining and endearing is genuinely terrifying, or weather I'm just painfully self concious. Either way, I'm going to make the best of it, it may actually be fun.
My friends want me to write about my dreams, and as I don't have any ideas that seems like my best bet. if I get really into it I may throw in a bit of real life too (Highly likely, I get addicted to this kind of thing.) So the next time I have some fantastic adventure on the subconscious plain (Heroic and devastatingly attractive) I'll write it on down.
Back in reality; I might make friends with the caretaker, you know, the one with the massive glasses and the bald patch, I think his names Danny. Me and Danny had quite a chat today, we both happened to be a having a cigarette outside. He came up to me, and we began pondering our day to day life, as you do. It was quite a nice chat, really. Then again, I think I only want to be friends with him for the anecdotal value, which probably isn't very nice. On the plus side, I did accidentally miss psychology as a result of it, I think that's good. I'm becoming worried that my psychology teachers think I'm too serious as I sit in their lessons alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just don't want to seem boring. Perhaps my absence helped convince them that I in fact lave an impulsive mind and an enticing devil may care attitude? Perhaps not.
Proportion of 5 a day reached: 0/5
Times shoved past prepubescent schoolchildren blocking the corridor in sixth form hissy fit: 2
Revision sheets lost: 3
My friends want me to write about my dreams, and as I don't have any ideas that seems like my best bet. if I get really into it I may throw in a bit of real life too (Highly likely, I get addicted to this kind of thing.) So the next time I have some fantastic adventure on the subconscious plain (Heroic and devastatingly attractive) I'll write it on down.
Back in reality; I might make friends with the caretaker, you know, the one with the massive glasses and the bald patch, I think his names Danny. Me and Danny had quite a chat today, we both happened to be a having a cigarette outside. He came up to me, and we began pondering our day to day life, as you do. It was quite a nice chat, really. Then again, I think I only want to be friends with him for the anecdotal value, which probably isn't very nice. On the plus side, I did accidentally miss psychology as a result of it, I think that's good. I'm becoming worried that my psychology teachers think I'm too serious as I sit in their lessons alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just don't want to seem boring. Perhaps my absence helped convince them that I in fact lave an impulsive mind and an enticing devil may care attitude? Perhaps not.
Proportion of 5 a day reached: 0/5
Times shoved past prepubescent schoolchildren blocking the corridor in sixth form hissy fit: 2
Revision sheets lost: 3
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