T In The Park? No Can Do :(

OMG TWO POST IN TWO DAYS hahaha.

I just have to get something off my chest that's been bugging me all week...

I CAN'T GO TO T IN THE PARK THIS YEAR SO PLZ STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!!

I mean, really. It's getting ridiculous. Only one person is doing it deliberately but it really does my box in that it's all everyone's talking about. Every time I see my friend Alastair I get 'haha I'm going to T in the park and you're not!' - what the fuck?! That's so fucking childish! And besides, it's not as if I'm going to be sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring. I'll be in Italy with my dad and my Irish cousin and my stepmum and her parents and the Irish cousin's parents and the Irish cousin's aunt and uncle from the other side of the family and possibly at some point my stepmum's brother and/or sister and maybe my wee cousin Vivi. So fun times all round. And yet it seems quality time with brilliant people, good food and no drinking age can't quite measure up to sleeping in a field and getting progressively smellier while you stand miles away from a wee stage struggling to hear Keane playing one of their moany cheese-face songs. However, these basic truths seem to have passed by the large crew of people in my year who decided to go and do just that.

Even if I wasn't having a better time in a gorgeous rural Italian village that noone's ever heard of, I can't afford it because I'm saving up all my money to go to Rome with friends from a different school as well. That's right, Rome. Mucky Scottish field or Trevi fountain? I know which one I'd choose.

So basically, I'd like people to stfu about festivals and talk about something that involves me, like, I dunno, the dance competition coming up? Although that can get boring too. But still, it's like, 4 weeks away, and kind of a big deal. Pretty much because our school always opens a can of woop ass on the other schools, then we win and get a nice shiny glass trophy. Except this year instead of putting the songs in the programme, they decided to make us all choose a team name.

And guess what my team chose?

Kids.

Want to know what we're dancing to?

'Kids' by MGMT.

Isn't that shit? I wanted to call us Edge, which someone else came up with but I thought it was quite good, but then the moany ones in the group got their way and now we're stuck with Kids. They thought Edge sounded 'gay'. They also thought that Let Go by Frou Frou was 'gay' when everyone else wanted to dance to it, so now we have about 40 seconds of it stuck on at the start. And when someone comes up with a brilliant costume idea, they'll probably go 'No, that's gay!'

You can tell how much I love some of the people on the team, right?

In other news, this is lovely. Go check it out.

xx

school

I'm now back to school after having 3 weeks off (ok I had exams for 2 of those weeks but still) and its a bit rubbish. Everything is the same, but different, if that makes sense. Like, he is no longer attractive, but someone else is. And I'm back to that old mutual dislike with certain teachers who shall remain nameless (I'm trying to be nice these days).

But things are good too. I seem to get on with people better these days, as long as they aren't trying to make me learn things, and my social life is improving now that I don't need to spend as much time cramming before exams. :)

My room is completely made over, and it's basically empty. This is a new experience for me because I'm used to a room full of mess and colour and things, only now it's all white and minimal. It's lovely, but it's taking some getting used to, which my mum doesn't seem to realise because she keeps thinking I'm just a tad ungrateful, which is so not true. But oh well, she'll understand one day...

I've been so freaking tired all week. It's ridiculous. I think it has something to do with the fact that I have to get up ridiculously early to get to school on time, which is not always a possibilty for me. Hence I am often the last person into tutor group, so much so the teacher doesn't bother telling me off :P. That's only 3 times a week anyway, because I do this thing called paired reading where basically I sit for 15 minutes and listen to a first year read. Only, I'm pretty sure my first year hates me, which can be quite entertaining. An example of a conversation between us goes like this:

me (at 10 past 9 with 5 minutes to go): So do you want to start reading then?
her (without eye contact): no.
me: are you ok?
her: yes.
me: do you not like this book?
her (still no eye contact): no.
me: do you want to change it?
her: yes.
me: do you want me to help you choose? (since I have to listen to you mumble through it, it might as well be something I'll enjoy being mumbled)
her: no.

I don't actually interrogate her like that all the time, but sometimes it's necessary just to make sure she hasn't gone brain dead like most people in her year. Honestly, some of them are ridiculous. Like today at break, a group of them were sitting where my group of friends usually hang about, because they were on detention for distressing a sheep until it fell in a burn and drowned. No joke. So their silly wee pals were standing about taking the piss, and started pushing each other around, inevitably bumping into me and my friends (sadly, mostly me). So after a lot of this, and us trying several times to install the Fear of the Senior Tie into the idiots, we got the help of a depute head teacher, who actually went to them 'Right, that's enough, you've upset the senior pupils, now get off that bench!' And they actually jumped up and left. It was hilarious.

And now you have seen the random, rambling thread of my thoughts on today, I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

I'm back!

Yes, I have returned to Scotland. No, the weekend wasn't long enough. Yes, I want to be back in Ireland. :(

I thought today was going to be a day where I could relax and get used to being home again, maybe chill out in my room or something. But no, no, I can't, because while I was away having fun and realising things my mum decided now is the time to redecorate my room. So instead of lying on my bed daydreaming, I'm helping to build it :

Except the staple gun broke, so I could be spending the night in my brother's room tonight (he doesn't live here so I might just cope).

While I deal with the upsetting state of my life just now, there is one thing which keeps me from having a breakdown. This. It reminds me that some people have it worse than I do. And it's quite funny.

I'm off school for the rest of the week, so I'll probably be laying carpets or whatever instead of mooning over him all day. Distractions are good....I have to go sand a footboard :)

Men are Shit.

Ok, so I got through Single Awareness Day relatively unscathed. Sure, I couldn't walk in a straight line through the streets of Belfast without being mowed down by couples holding hands and gazing bokesomely into each other's eyes, blissfully unaware of the world around them, but right now it's other events that are 'grinding my gears' (I love Ireland). Like, guys who are such fannies they can't even grant you a proper conversation after a lot of anticipation. Or guys who are just so damn attractive that you can't help but want them, even when nobody else shares your sentiments and yet he still doesn't appear to return your feelings.

I'd like to point out that not all of the above applies to me, but really, that is beside the point. From now on he will be known as He and I will be making a concentrated effort not to mention him in every post. Honestly, it's ridiculous. I didn't realise how bad it was until I got here and realised that I wanted to be back in Scotland on the off-chance I might see him.

It sickens me.

Well, I'm heading home tomorrow and quite frankly, I don't want to. And yet, I do. And I know why. Urgh. Someone slap me, please.

single pringle

Ok, so it only just dawned on me today that I'm going to be single for Valentine's Day. Again. Yes, I know, how slow am I? But really, there comes a point where the whole mushy couple thing gets to be too much so you just tune it out (I passed that point about six months ago lol). Actually, come to think of it, I think the last valentine's card I received was about ten years ago, from a boy with a lisp and a tragic bowl cut. So you see my life is just fraught with romance.

So, this year I fully intend to have an ANTI-valentines day with my cousin. There will be no fluffy romantic things allowed within ten feet of us, and only singletons are allowed to join in. Hmm. sounds good.

However, any lovely Irish lads that are interested, my plans can change ;)

francais, pourquoi?

Why, oh why did I take higher French? Oh, that's right, to be a French teacher. Only one problem there - I can't do higher French and I'm too bloody impatient to teach. Ok, so that's two problems, but still.

It's just occoured to me that this blog is becoming really negative :S. Let's think of happy things!!

I'm going to Ireland this weekend to see my cousin, who I haven't seen in proper months so yay! It will be a weekend of proper girlieness and fun - shopping, chick flicks, and so on.

Bloody hell I wish it would snow again. We had good snow last Monday but I couldn't enjoy it because I was in my English exam, then it rained on Monday night and it all went away :( And all this time England have been off school and no buses and that because they have so much snow. Send some of it north plz?? Then maybe I can get out of my French or history exam, which would be good and wonderful and stuff :)

exams

Does anyone else think exams are a load of bollocks? I had my maths prelim today and it was bloody stressful. Life would be so much better if qualifications depended on grades from class tests, but no. The SQA feel the need to give us all five reasons to have a nervous breakdown, all lined up in the space of two weeks, and make them practically impossible to do well in because they're so bloody hard!!!

But hey, at least when I'm finished I've got a week of study leave to do absolutely fuck all in...

:)