A sad day

Today, it was the sixth years's last day at my school ever.

Now, you may be thinking 'But Megan, you're only fifth year. You have another year left! Why are you sad?'

Well, I'll tell you. The entire time I've lived in this town (about 10 years now), they've always been "The Year Above", even when we were primary 7 and they were first years at high school. Now they're just...gone.

It feels a bit weird.

And I feel old...

Also, remember him? Yeah, while I was in France I realised that actually I still like him a lot. But of course, he's in sixth year so aside from the school show in a few weeks (and the one exam we'll both be doing) I'm never going to see him again. This is not a good thing at all. BUT I'm going to take a leap and tell him on the night of the last show, that way if I get knocked back on my arse I don't have to face the humiliation of seeing him all the time - a cunning plan I think.

I'm really freaking out about my exams now, and every time I try to revise I can't concentrate because I have some song or other stuck in my head - right now it's Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap (you should get it, it's really good)

I just want to curl up in a ball until they're all over...

In other news, here's a picture of me at the wedding, just hanging out with my darling brother...don't we look great? (Sometimes I love myself too much xD ) Sorry it's sideways, I'm not sure how to change that:

Home...

Unfortunately. I couldn't stay forever, I know, but a few more days would have been nice...

Anyway, things to say! The wedding was fantastic. Or at least, the bits I remember were. The other bits, if my family is to be belived, not so much. I blame the demon drink. It causes nothing but trouble for me, as I should have learned from that party a wee while ago. I've also learned now that in the presence of cousins, my big brother is utter pish. To be brief, after a long day's alcohol consumption we pretty much got dragged onto the minibuses back to our beds, and woke up in the morning with messy clothes and few memories.

Bear in mind this was at a FAMILY WEDDING. Meaning my GRANDPARENTS were there. Meaning I am SO out of favour in the family right now. But then so are pretty much all of the cousins apart from Senan, because he doesn't drink (only because he'll get £500 if he doesn't drink til he's 18 - he's gambling!)

Anyway, I have school in the morning - how depressing - so, night night!
xx

Now that I have a minute...

Well it's been a busy few weeks since my last post, so here's a wee summary of how I've spent my time:

-spent a week getting increasingly agitated with the general crap I put up with in the form of school...seriously, it's getting beyond a joke. This came to a head when I nearly had a nervous breakdown in the lunch queue after a silly wee boy (probably first year...we all know how much I hate first years!) lifted up my bag by the wrong end and deliberately turned it upside down so everything fell out everywhere. This was possible because my school has this stupid rule where you have to leave your bag outside the place where you buy lunch because small neddy people kept stealing crisps :S

-went to a party on Saturday night with the intention of getting completely wasted (as you do when you're overstressed). I vaguely knew the guy from school and had no idea what the party was for, but it was good. Up until the point where I was pretty much kicked out as a result of trying to sober up a couple of girls in my year who were honestly about to pass out or reintroduce dinner or something. To make it short, they spilled the water I gave them, caused a massive scene, fell over, threw up and ended up being locked out of the guy's garden and having to get a taxi home from my house at 1 am (my parents and little brothers were asleep upstairs while the three girls failed at sneaking into my living room then threw up and fell over some more. Not impressive.)

-got completely swamped with homework for the past five (six?) days. I honestly don't think there's a single night I've been downstairs before 10. Of course, the internet access on my phone may have something to do with that....

-wrote my extended essay for History. I won't know how I did til I get my results in August but I swear, if I ever hear the words Suffragette, Votes for Women or Emmeline Pankhurst again I may have to kill myself...

- witnessed one of the best things ever done for Comic Relief in the form of a 'Man Pageant' at school...Mr WHS. Feckin hilarious. Basically, a load of 6th year guys went up and made an arse of themselves with interviews, dancing, and some swimming trunks. Fun Times.

-went to see The Young Victoria tonight with the girlies...It has to be said - Rupert Friend? I would. Even though he has one of the most ridiculous names, I still totally would. Kiera Knightley is far too lucky. As for the film itself, it was...ok. Bit of an anticlimax at the end, if I'm honest. the whole romance between Victoria and Albert is, OhMyGod :P but that's pretty much all there is to it. They get married, have a big fight, realise they love each other muchly and have nine kids. And you don't even get to see all nine, just the first, then it tells you in text about the rest. Although I suppose it would get a bit boring just seeing nine babies one after the other...

And so that is it, the highlights of my life in the past wee god knows how long. I commend you if you actually read all of this because it's pretty damn boring. I'd better go get some sleep, I have some Irish cousins coming to stay tomorrow (not the one I was visiting - there's a few :P) so I need to enjoy my bed while there's no small children in it. God that sounds creepy....

Oh, and watch this. Then go and download it!

xox

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 :)