Aloha (: I haven't updated this bloggity in a while, have I?
I would say it's because I have been so incredibly busy I just haven't had time but, well, that would be a lie. I just couldn't be arsed.
I also cannot remember what I have got up to since I last posted, so I shall just talk about yesterday.
Earlier this week, some friends and I went to Louisa's house. Among other things, we discussed what we could do to make things a bit interesting, considering we go back to school in under two weeks' time. Lou came up with the idea of going to a theme park, and to cut a long story short, six of us agreed that we'd go to Thorpe Park on the Sunday (yesterday).
So, yesterday morning, I found myself dragged out of bed at 4.50am to traipse up to the trainstation for a 7am train to London King's Cross.
To go off at a tangent a tad, but I love walking really early in the morning. I had to leave my house at 6.20, and the streets were just so peaceful, I loved it.
Anyway. From King's Cross, we got the tube to Vauxhall, then a train to Staines, and finally a bus to Thorpe Park, getting there at 9.45-ish.
Now, I am not a morning person in the slightest. I detest them. By the time we arrived at Thorpe Park, I was already a walking zombie, so I downed a few Red Bulls and got myself all caffeinated up.
Thorpe Park itself was ridiculously overpriced, but we beat the system by getting 2-for-1 entrance tickets.
Now, when I was younger, I hated theme parks. I was afraid to go on all of the rides, with the exception of the tea cups, and I generally had an awful time watching everyone had fun; so I made up for lost time and went on almost every ride in the park.
All of the adrenaline from the rides made me feel wide awake again - however, seeing my photo from the Stealth ride, I was brought back to earth as I realised I looked like a zombie which was about to drop dead for the second time.
As you may have guessed by my writing, I am not quite in the mood for blogging right now. Tomorrow is GCSE results day, and I am shit scared. So I'll end the blog here, and if I do well tomorrow, I'll post my results.
Cyaaa.
Monday 23 August 2010
Friday 13 August 2010
Sweet 16.
Ah, yes. As the title gives away, it was my 16th birthday recently - on Wednesday, the 11th August.
I am one of the youngest in my year, so as school progressed, I saw most of my friends have their 16th birthdays way before mine - one of my friends in my year turned 16 less than a month after I turned 15!
So, I awaited my birthday eagerly - and what a day it was.
I'd gone through many plans when deciding what to do for my birthday. Originally, I was going to get a load of people together for a camp-out, with a BBQ etc. Then, we realised that, actually, that is illegal and the police would be highly likely to find us, so we decided not to do that.
In the end, it was my dad who came up with the idea. My parents hired out a 17-seater mini-bus for the day, so my mum, dad & I plus 14 of my friends went to the coast for the day.
Once we got there, my parents scarpered and left us to our own devices.
I had an absolute whale of a time (I love that expression, aha). We took loads of frisbees, a cricket set, a few footballs etc. to play with on the beach, and we all also took our swimming stuff. I don't usually like the sea, but I got thrown in there by my boyfriend and actually loved it, despite the fact it was freezing cold - I do live in England, after all.
After many eventful games of cricket, extreme frisbee and football, we headed off to the arcade machines. My friend Jordan was desperate to get a toy Buzz Lightyear from the grabby machine thing, and spent ages whittling his money away in vain :L He had to stop in the end because the 'bouncer' - a weedy, scruffy-looking man with a thick Yorkshire accent - was convinced he'd seen him "thumping the machine".
We were all like "Er, whaaaat? O_e"
So we took the piss out of the bouncer bloke for a while, and went back to the beach.
By the time we'd eaten at Pizza Hut and gone back to the beach, it was getting late-ish, so the beach was getting empty. Some people wandered off to go to the place with the larger rides, but I decided not too, as I felt a bit ill.
As it got darker and my friends all came back, we did the cake and let off a few Chinese lanterns. The cake was delish, although I accidentally dropped it in the sand, so half of it went to waste :L
The Chinese lantern bit was amazing, although we set off an alarm because the coast guard somehow thought it was a distress signal, and came to save us..
The night ended in a literal bang, as there were fireworks on the pier at 10pm, which, if I do say so myself, was a rather nice way to end the evening.
Well, I say end the evening, but it wasn't quite - we all piled back into the mini-van, and my dad took us all home to mine for a 'sleepover' - but, of course, none of us slept.
All in all, it was the best birthday in a long time. I spent it with my amazing friends & boyfriend, and had the best day.
What did make me laugh as I looked back at the photos taken of the day is that my friend Sadie seems to have been spying on Andy and I. I've seen a few photos taken from a distance which I had no idea were taken :L
Although I do have one which I like - this one:
I love him :')
I am one of the youngest in my year, so as school progressed, I saw most of my friends have their 16th birthdays way before mine - one of my friends in my year turned 16 less than a month after I turned 15!
So, I awaited my birthday eagerly - and what a day it was.
I'd gone through many plans when deciding what to do for my birthday. Originally, I was going to get a load of people together for a camp-out, with a BBQ etc. Then, we realised that, actually, that is illegal and the police would be highly likely to find us, so we decided not to do that.
In the end, it was my dad who came up with the idea. My parents hired out a 17-seater mini-bus for the day, so my mum, dad & I plus 14 of my friends went to the coast for the day.
Once we got there, my parents scarpered and left us to our own devices.
I had an absolute whale of a time (I love that expression, aha). We took loads of frisbees, a cricket set, a few footballs etc. to play with on the beach, and we all also took our swimming stuff. I don't usually like the sea, but I got thrown in there by my boyfriend and actually loved it, despite the fact it was freezing cold - I do live in England, after all.
After many eventful games of cricket, extreme frisbee and football, we headed off to the arcade machines. My friend Jordan was desperate to get a toy Buzz Lightyear from the grabby machine thing, and spent ages whittling his money away in vain :L He had to stop in the end because the 'bouncer' - a weedy, scruffy-looking man with a thick Yorkshire accent - was convinced he'd seen him "thumping the machine".
We were all like "Er, whaaaat? O_e"
So we took the piss out of the bouncer bloke for a while, and went back to the beach.
By the time we'd eaten at Pizza Hut and gone back to the beach, it was getting late-ish, so the beach was getting empty. Some people wandered off to go to the place with the larger rides, but I decided not too, as I felt a bit ill.
As it got darker and my friends all came back, we did the cake and let off a few Chinese lanterns. The cake was delish, although I accidentally dropped it in the sand, so half of it went to waste :L
The Chinese lantern bit was amazing, although we set off an alarm because the coast guard somehow thought it was a distress signal, and came to save us..
The night ended in a literal bang, as there were fireworks on the pier at 10pm, which, if I do say so myself, was a rather nice way to end the evening.
Well, I say end the evening, but it wasn't quite - we all piled back into the mini-van, and my dad took us all home to mine for a 'sleepover' - but, of course, none of us slept.
All in all, it was the best birthday in a long time. I spent it with my amazing friends & boyfriend, and had the best day.
What did make me laugh as I looked back at the photos taken of the day is that my friend Sadie seems to have been spying on Andy and I. I've seen a few photos taken from a distance which I had no idea were taken :L
Although I do have one which I like - this one:
I love him :')
Tuesday 10 August 2010
'Fun' in the Sun.
Look at the irony in the title. Ahahaha.
-.-
As you may have already guessed from my last post, this wasn't the best of holidays. I much prefer short - say, three day - breaks to overly long breaks. That way, I can go there, do what I want, and then go home.
To be fair, I probably had already decided that I wasn't going to enjoy myself before we even set off. But bear with me.
On the Saturday, we left Stansted airport and flew to Perpignan, in the south of France. The flight itself was pretty uneventful, although when we experience turbulence near landing, my mum almost crushed all of the bones in my hand - she's absolutely petrified of landings, let alone when flying with Ryanair.
As our flight had been delayed by an hour and a half, we arrived in France later than we'd anticipated. This wouldn't have been an issue, had the villa people (we rented out a villa for two weeks) had left us anything in the fridge.
As it was, they'd only left us a pot of half-eaten jam.
This also wouldn't have been a problem.. that is, if the French shops didn't all shut at 8pm.
What sort of country does that?! D:
As we were staying near a town called Ceret, we decided to go out for a meal - but everywhere was full.
I'd not eaten since breakfast, so I feel I was allowed to be a bitchy so-and-so at that moment in time.
Not a good start to the holiday. We ended up getting a takeaway pizza at 11pm.
I can't actually remember exactly what we did over the two weeks, but it did involve a lot of beaches. I got horribly burnt on the first day of the holiday, and spend the rest of the holiday suffering with a second degree burn on my left shoulder.
So, whenever we went to a beach, I spent it sulking under a sun umbrella thing, reading a book. As a result of that, plus the fact that I read abormally quickly, I got through 16 books on that holiday, each with between 300 and 700 pages.
Of course, there were good points to the holiday. There was an adorable waiter in one of the restaurants...
"Ah, 'allo. Are you from England? I recognise your accents, I lived in England for a while."
"Evening. Yeah, we're from Cambridge, do you know it?"
"Ah, Cambridge! Yes, close to Birmingham, where I lived. Le vurst city en England, oui?"
Bless him. Anyone with any geographical knowledge of England know that Cambridge and Birmingham aren't particularly close :P But he was so cute.
There were also a fair few amusing moments. For example, my dad is absolutely appalling at languages. We went into a pharmacy to get something to treat my sunburn, and my dad went, "What is sunburn in French? Salle de bain?"
Anyone with even a tiny grasp of French knows that 'salle de bain' is bathroom, not sunburn :L
After that, we tried to keep him quiet, but we still has a few mishaps - like when he asked for 'the banknote' instead of 'the bill' in a restaurant.
I think the part of the holiday I most enjoyed were the trips to Spain. It's funny, really - as soon as we crossed over the border and into Spain, it was as if we'd arrived home; we just felt so much more comfortable in Spain than in France.
Upon my request, we paid a visit to Barcelona. I'd been to Barcelona before, but that was over two years ago, and we weren't that far from it.
We actually visited it twice over our holiday. The first time, we all bundled into the car and went. We got miserably lost, and only really saw the Sagrada Familia (the huge Roman Catholic church in Barcelona, which is still being built).
On the second visit, however, just my dad and I went. I was the map reader, and if I do say so myself, I was a lot better at it than my mum was on our previous visit.
Our first stop was the Nou Camp, FC Barcelona's football stadium. We went on a tour of it, and then went into the enormous shop. My dad bought me a Messi shirt (: Only at the till did we realise that is cost €93.. ah, well, I love Lionel Messi.
We then went to La Rambla, a street full of street performers and all sorts. We also looked in all of the designer shops, and looked around the Boqueria market, which is pretty amazing.
As this has become an absolute essay of a post, I apologise. I am very glad to be home now; we picked up our puppy on Sunday, I spent another amazing day with Andy yesterday, and it's my 16th birthday tomorrow. Things can't get much better.
-.-
As you may have already guessed from my last post, this wasn't the best of holidays. I much prefer short - say, three day - breaks to overly long breaks. That way, I can go there, do what I want, and then go home.
To be fair, I probably had already decided that I wasn't going to enjoy myself before we even set off. But bear with me.
On the Saturday, we left Stansted airport and flew to Perpignan, in the south of France. The flight itself was pretty uneventful, although when we experience turbulence near landing, my mum almost crushed all of the bones in my hand - she's absolutely petrified of landings, let alone when flying with Ryanair.
As our flight had been delayed by an hour and a half, we arrived in France later than we'd anticipated. This wouldn't have been an issue, had the villa people (we rented out a villa for two weeks) had left us anything in the fridge.
As it was, they'd only left us a pot of half-eaten jam.
This also wouldn't have been a problem.. that is, if the French shops didn't all shut at 8pm.
What sort of country does that?! D:
As we were staying near a town called Ceret, we decided to go out for a meal - but everywhere was full.
I'd not eaten since breakfast, so I feel I was allowed to be a bitchy so-and-so at that moment in time.
Not a good start to the holiday. We ended up getting a takeaway pizza at 11pm.
I can't actually remember exactly what we did over the two weeks, but it did involve a lot of beaches. I got horribly burnt on the first day of the holiday, and spend the rest of the holiday suffering with a second degree burn on my left shoulder.
So, whenever we went to a beach, I spent it sulking under a sun umbrella thing, reading a book. As a result of that, plus the fact that I read abormally quickly, I got through 16 books on that holiday, each with between 300 and 700 pages.
Of course, there were good points to the holiday. There was an adorable waiter in one of the restaurants...
"Ah, 'allo. Are you from England? I recognise your accents, I lived in England for a while."
"Evening. Yeah, we're from Cambridge, do you know it?"
"Ah, Cambridge! Yes, close to Birmingham, where I lived. Le vurst city en England, oui?"
Bless him. Anyone with any geographical knowledge of England know that Cambridge and Birmingham aren't particularly close :P But he was so cute.
There were also a fair few amusing moments. For example, my dad is absolutely appalling at languages. We went into a pharmacy to get something to treat my sunburn, and my dad went, "What is sunburn in French? Salle de bain?"
Anyone with even a tiny grasp of French knows that 'salle de bain' is bathroom, not sunburn :L
After that, we tried to keep him quiet, but we still has a few mishaps - like when he asked for 'the banknote' instead of 'the bill' in a restaurant.
I think the part of the holiday I most enjoyed were the trips to Spain. It's funny, really - as soon as we crossed over the border and into Spain, it was as if we'd arrived home; we just felt so much more comfortable in Spain than in France.
Upon my request, we paid a visit to Barcelona. I'd been to Barcelona before, but that was over two years ago, and we weren't that far from it.
We actually visited it twice over our holiday. The first time, we all bundled into the car and went. We got miserably lost, and only really saw the Sagrada Familia (the huge Roman Catholic church in Barcelona, which is still being built).
On the second visit, however, just my dad and I went. I was the map reader, and if I do say so myself, I was a lot better at it than my mum was on our previous visit.
Our first stop was the Nou Camp, FC Barcelona's football stadium. We went on a tour of it, and then went into the enormous shop. My dad bought me a Messi shirt (: Only at the till did we realise that is cost €93.. ah, well, I love Lionel Messi.
We then went to La Rambla, a street full of street performers and all sorts. We also looked in all of the designer shops, and looked around the Boqueria market, which is pretty amazing.
As this has become an absolute essay of a post, I apologise. I am very glad to be home now; we picked up our puppy on Sunday, I spent another amazing day with Andy yesterday, and it's my 16th birthday tomorrow. Things can't get much better.
Back from Holiday!
I am finally back from holiday. At long last.
Don't get me wrong. I like holidays. However, I do not like France. Where did we go? France.
I also don't like beaches, the sea, weather which is too hot, or waterparks. As my siblings are aged 12 and 8, they both love beaches, the sea and waterparks, so guess what we spent the majority of the holiday doing..
Before departing for holiday, I was already apprehensive. Two weeks away from my friends and boyfriend is pretty unbearable for me, especially when I have to spend that two weeks in a country I detest, doing activities I hate, with my family.
Perhaps for this reason, I packed the week before going away with seeing friends etc. For example, on the Monday, my friend James and I rode our bikes to a disused quarry, where we hope to do a photoshoot. On Tuesday, I played badminton with Kirstie and Sadie, and on Wednesday, I went with a load of friends to see Toy Story 3 (amazing film).
Thursday, I spent packing my suitcase and went to football training, whilst on Friday I met up with Andy. I had an amazing day, as I usually do when I'm with him. Bless his little cooking skills, he almost set the kitchen on fire. And his mum had put her car keys in the oven, for whatever reason.
Now, I know it sounds sad, but I really, really missed him when I was away. We usually text each other each evening, from about 7pm to 2am in the morning, and when we meet up, we spend the whole day together. So I found it really difficult to go without contact for two weeks :L
I'm such a sad act.
To avoid this from becoming too much of an essay, I shall post what I got up to on holiday, in the next blog post. See you in five minutes..
Don't get me wrong. I like holidays. However, I do not like France. Where did we go? France.
I also don't like beaches, the sea, weather which is too hot, or waterparks. As my siblings are aged 12 and 8, they both love beaches, the sea and waterparks, so guess what we spent the majority of the holiday doing..
Before departing for holiday, I was already apprehensive. Two weeks away from my friends and boyfriend is pretty unbearable for me, especially when I have to spend that two weeks in a country I detest, doing activities I hate, with my family.
Perhaps for this reason, I packed the week before going away with seeing friends etc. For example, on the Monday, my friend James and I rode our bikes to a disused quarry, where we hope to do a photoshoot. On Tuesday, I played badminton with Kirstie and Sadie, and on Wednesday, I went with a load of friends to see Toy Story 3 (amazing film).
Thursday, I spent packing my suitcase and went to football training, whilst on Friday I met up with Andy. I had an amazing day, as I usually do when I'm with him. Bless his little cooking skills, he almost set the kitchen on fire. And his mum had put her car keys in the oven, for whatever reason.
Now, I know it sounds sad, but I really, really missed him when I was away. We usually text each other each evening, from about 7pm to 2am in the morning, and when we meet up, we spend the whole day together. So I found it really difficult to go without contact for two weeks :L
I'm such a sad act.
To avoid this from becoming too much of an essay, I shall post what I got up to on holiday, in the next blog post. See you in five minutes..
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