GO TEAM!!

So I mentioned before about how my dance team was part of the big competition between schools in my area, yes? Well, the competition was last night, and my team came second!!! Yes, I know it's not quite first, but that went to another team from my school who had an absolutely amazing dance and some people I quite like in it so it's irrelevant. Anyway, I thought I'd share some photos from the night:

TEAM!!!!

Oh, it was fun. I also finally got my christmas present from my friend Laurie (in April!! Shocking, I know) which involved a 'mystery package' from cybercandy.com so needless to say everyone was on a sugar high, mostly from the chocolate flavoured skittles (odd, but surprisingly nice....). The only not good part was that we only got to do the dance once - only the winners get to do it twice - because it was SO MUCH FUN!!! Also, I absolutely loved our costumes, and our hair and makeup (modelled so sexily by myself in the third pic) and if i wasn't so inhibited and could afford face paints all the time I would do that kind of stuff every day (lol..)

Today was quite rubbish though. The absolute worst parts were at the end of school where I had to carry my stuff from every subject from my locker into town because I was working. Now this is roughly the equivalent weight of two small children. So basically I had an extremely uncomfortable 15 minute bus ride then had to heave the stuff through the town centre, with the extreme weight of my bag causing my skirt to ride up at the same time as my leggings were falling down. Not a good look. Then there was work itself, which just all-out sucked, so no change there. This new girl just started and I swear to god she wants to beat me up or something. I'm not quite sure why, but she scares me anyway. Then, when I got home I decided I would play with my little brothers in the garden since it was a beautiful sunny day. Except nothing ever goes nicely, and Robb got sent inside for punching Max. So I kept playing with Max, and when Robb was finally allowed back out he decided that I liked Max more than him and he hated me. Fun times. Meanwhile, my dad took my phone off me as an incentive to clean my very messy room. So once the room was cleaned I went to get it back, and guess what? Massive big crack on the screen. Which wasn't there when I gave him it. Which means he somehow cracked the touch-screen of my iPhone. Which he obviously denies. And I don't know if I can get it fixed....sad sad :(

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