I’ve just realised: I have been doing this blog for a whole year now and have enlightened you with no other than 100 posts before this one.
What an ocassion, eh?!
Ciao, bambini!
PS i’ve started a dream diary, if anything particularly interesting comes up I’ll let you know. Be warned: for me interesting includes MCR and wolves, which may or may not be frequent.
Okay, so I’m currently in the school hall witnessing the insanity that is getting sent home from school due to the snow. It’s kind of pointless seeing that it’s now 3:00, but I’m not complaining. It was quite fun to observe the snowball fights at breaktime, and we get tomorrow off, too. I’m trying to get tyrough to my little sister Maria cause apparently her school is closing, and I’ve just called my mum to ask her to pick me up/ remind her to call the hospital for my physio appointment.
Oh yeah, we found out my knee problem is meniscal damage after all.
On that note, I bid thee farewell, as my fingers are now officially to frozen to type. Ciao bambini!
“I Hate You,” I spat, my voice filled with venom that burned his heart the very second it touched his ears. He reached out, but it was too late, I had gone, stalking off to my wide clique of close friends waiting for me.
At least, that how it was supposed to happen.
“I hate you,” I lied in a mumble, my voice trailing away thanks to the lack of crushing retort. He grinned at me, his face smug in a way I didn’t understand, his eyes that I thought would only ever show kindness suddenly brimming with… something else.
I flushed red and turned around, walked three paces and realised I was going the wrong way. Going somehow even redder, I turned around and walked straight back past him. Then I thought, I was not going the wrong way, because I’m not going anywhere in particular. I have nowhere to go to. I carried on regardless, and ended up waiting for next lesson in the cold, even though I still had about 10 minutes. I sanitised my hands a few times, and shivered a lot. It was nice. I didn’t cry. I finished the Electron Shell Arrangements when the teacher let us in.
I like science. It’s my favourite, after English. In school. Obviously, college beats school. I’m going to be a vet. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that before. You have to train longer to be a vet than a doctor, because animals can’t talk to tell you what’s wrong. But I think that is a definite good thing, not a disadvantage. Animals are so much easier than people. Better, too. Nicer, generally.
I hate lunchtime now. I’d rather just keep working without a break. They’re very hard to deal with. Then we could finish school at 2:00ish instead. That would be cool. ‘Cause school’s not always all that great to be honest with you. I did love it, but it’s not really was it was before. In fact, it sort of sucks. A lot of stuff does though, doesn’t it?
I’m not the only one who notices this, feels this way? Am I?
Sometimes I like to pretend I’m insane, but then I have to stop, because I scare myself by thinking, ‘What if this is real? How do you know when you’re insane?’ and it becomes very hard to distinguish between reality and truth. And then I realise I was just pretending, remember?, and I’m a boring average mentally sound person. Then I wish that I was insane, then I realise that was a stupid thing to wish.
Then I usually fall asleep, and if it’s a good night it’s my forest and my pack, but if I forget that I’m not really insane it’s a nightmare. And occasionally, if I’m fortunate, when I wake up I can’t remember the dream.
Thanks Heavens for My Chemical Romance. I think that I owe them more than they’ll ever know.
Tis either:
Chondromalacia Patellae
Or
Osgood- Schlatter’s disease.
Painkillers and 3 months total rest.
ugh.
Last weekend I went to Animalmad’s. Twas so cool, we went bowling and shopping and watched Sweeney Todd and took her lovely dog Arty for a walk. It rocked. Also, I read the new Christopher Paolini book, Brisingr- it’s amazing! I’m already hanging on for the next one!
This weekend was my DofE FINAL EXPEDITION!
Day one went really well, everything went exactly to plan, on schedule, it was really good. RE, Pinkandfluffy and I already knew some of the area so that really helped and JM, SK, OS and LS were really nice about us letting them join their group and that, ’cause we don’t really hang out (they’re more of the popular people, if I’m honest) with them but they were still nice to us so all was good in the hood. We had bolognese for tea which was nice, much better than the powdered mash some people had. Ahem. But it was a bit upsetting ’cause LS had to go home, I felt quite sorry for her. Yeah, then I hung out with TMGT, (yes, the DofE group i used to be in but left, haha.) until the teachers told us to go to bed.
Day two, pretty good… we finished way too early, but since we’d done so well the assessors said they wouldn’t pick us up on it! So we hung out, went home… bath, bed etc.
In the morning I felt really bad, my knee is still really painful and the expedition made it worse so now I’m sat eating lunch writing this at home on my ipod. I’m off to do homework. Yawn.
Ciao bambini! Ti amo!
10th Sept- MIKEY WAY DAY! Wore my Mikey hair and glasses, celebrated etc.
13th/14th Sept! DofE! AAAgh!
Day One went really well, no major mistakes, only one case of me walking through a bog in the middle of the footpath, until disaster struck! We were just a few Km from the campsite when we see the Fuzzy Teacakes in front of us and the Chemical Crew behind us, then realise we don’t actually know where we are. So there’s 20 of us stood in a random field screaming, shouting, crying and arguing until we just go back to the road and walk down it. At least we got back… then put up the tent, no rain but lots of mud, ate food in the dark, went to bed. I slept, but Animalmad didn’t… I talked all night, apparently. Sorry, bambina.
Day Two got off to a good start again, and we made good time too, next to no incidents whatsoever. I mean, I did have to dig Animalmad’s boot out of mud as deep as my arm, but other than that… we finished first! Ate ice cream, hung out, (barefoot. naturally… my boots were steaming.) and then went home.
School today was so hard, it was unbelievable… I was, to quote the great FOB, dead on arrival. I could barely keep my eyes open. In fact, at one point I was actually absoloutely fine, laughing away, and then my eyes were suddenly crying and wouldn’t stop! For no reason! It was rather embarassing… Sorry 3/4 moon. Also, my feet and my knee canes. I have a ruptured ligament. :S
Anywho, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix! It’s a full moon. Ciao bam… *SNORES*
Saturday 16th.
12 o’clock-ish: I start feeling ill.
2 o’clock-ish: Milnerd calls up and asks if I want to meet up with him, Wifey and her friend, KN. Consult parents, ring Milnerd.
Me: And what time are we meeting up?
M: You’re meeting up at One o’clock outside HMV. I’m meeting you at Three o’clock, then we’re going to see a movie.
Me: You’re sure? So we’re going shopping?
M: Yeah, but I can’t get through to [Wifey], she’s not on msn.
Me: Well, has she said she’s definitely arriving at One?
M: Yeah, outside HMV.
9:30pm: I’m sick and go straight to bed.
(PS, It’s a full moon.)
Sunday 17th.
9:00 am- Don’t feel great but do feel a lot better.
9:15 am- Mum says she can’t pick me up, have arguement with Dad about whether I should be allowed to go.
9:30 am- Call Wifey, who is out at KN’s house.
11:00 am- Get a call from Milnerd. Tell him I can’t go, ’cause I can’t get a lift home. He says he can give me a lift home if the worst comes to the worst.
1:04 pm- Arrive at HMV, Dropped off by Mum who’s in town to buy my sisters their school uniform etc.
1:14- Feel confused. Call Mum, no answer. *Shrugs*.
1:24- Feel worried. Call Sister, no answer. *Sigh*.
1:34- Feel stressed. Call Wifey, can’t get through. Call Milnerd, he’s had his phone confiscated.
1:44- Feel whacked out, buy a pen from WHSmith in case i have to write down phone numbers (or a Last Will and Testament, starting to lose sanity here!), call Wifey’s house, I don’t know who picks up but they tell me Wifey isn’t at KN’s house and they don’t have her number. My quest remains unsuccessful.
1:46- Call home, rather abashed, to tell Dad I think I may have been stranded in Redditch.
1:49- Run laps around shopping centre to check if anyone’s arrived late.
2:00- Return to car park to find mum’s car (luckily!) still there.
2:09 till 2:37- Ring people asking if they’ve got Milnerd’s house number.
2:55- Want to go and meet Milnerd, but worried if I do Mum will return and leave without me.
3:15- Get call from Dad asking if I’m okay. He tells me to leave Mum a note on her car (duh!) and go see if Milnerd has arrived.
3:31- Spot sisters.
3:32- Milnerd finds me, and sisters carry on shopping.
3:34- Walk to cinema to see if anyone else is there.
3:41- Give up and Milnerd and I return to my Mum’s car, where we sit and chat and eat sweets.
4:02- Mum and sisters return to car, and Milnerd saunters off to watch the movie which he already bought a ticket for, but I’m so exhausted I just go home.
5:14- Phone runs out of battery.
6:34- Find a message from Wifey telling me she can’t come, and she’s already explained so to Milnerd, or something.
6:36- Get told off by Mum.
Title says it all, really. Ciao.
After Church (yes, I am a Christian. not sure if being a catholic is a good or bad thing. maybe I’m just in my spiritual questioning phase. or maybe God is testing me. In which case I should remain strong as God will never test you beyond your ability to refuse. Or something. But anyway, I’m not ashamed to admit it. Whatever.) I went to get my mum some flowers. I’m not really able to distinguish one flower from another, but they were yellow. And not daffs. Whatever.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, If you are reading this Mum, I Love You very much, all year round, not just today.
Ciao, bambini e amici, in particolare la miglore amica di sempre: mia mamma.
Okay, so it’s going to be hard living up to the amazing blog of harriet, because I do have ranndom outbursts of wolfishness and french sometimes… a terry combination i know, but you should really try it. The only disadvantage is the occaisional communication barrier, but anyway, that’s cool, right? Yeah, so also it’ll be hard living up to hattis blog as personally I think her blog is pretty cool. (bootsie.wordpress.com, btw.) Did she mention she quite likes David Tennant?Anyway, I suppose the idea is kinda to blog, so that’s what i’m going to do. So today of all days we’re having photos. Not even as a group, but individually. Which was, to say the least, a bit of a bummer because today was not a good hair day. And then Mr. Darleck (the one taking the photos, read my speech about him on hattis blog and you’ll see how I feel about HIM,) only gave us 5 seconds flat for ntwo photos so we’re all going to end up with a look of shock on our faces. At least we all embarrassed ourselves together. But still, life goes on- see, that’s how I GET OVER IT. Because, well, let’s just say some people are WAY too stressed out over their appearances and think to ease their lack of confidence on the photo subject they should soothe themselves with a nice centimetre thich layer of foundation. But don’t even get me started on that. As you can see, I’m a rather opinionated person… but you’ll get more on that topic later.But no, today wasn’t too bad a day… compared to yesterday at least! (Chav blew her fag smoke in my face/had a laugh at me/ totally humiliated me in public, but once again, don’t even get me started on that… I’m a total sucker. EVERYONE always pinpoints me if they want someone to pick on… I don’t know how I do it!) But yeah, good day. ie, every bad thing that happened was counter- balanced, just like in that mint credit card advert. Here’s how i figure it: bad- had to have a photo. good- I know every sod else’s photo will be just as bad. bad- “The sheep” took the mickey out of me. good- I know I have much better friends than her. bad- josh stood on my toe. ouch. good- he kissed me better. not so ouch. bad- my shoe is falling apart. by accident, i swear on all the powers of my aura. good- there is a very slim chance I will get a new pair. bad- chicken joes make my breath smell. good- it gives daisy a reason to give me polos (and lots of them). Anyway, so you see it pays off to be optimistic. well, to a certain extent at least. I’ve barbled on for far too long now, so I’d best shut up. I’ve had to say that a lot this week, which is rather worrying… anyway, ciao bambini!!
