Catch up time
Where to begin? I really don’t know. There has been so, so much going on recently I hardly remember what’s been happening and the chronological order of things.
Lots of rambles and some pics so here’s a
I’ve been busy with school work. But still probably haven’t revised as much as I should have.
I’ve had the majority of my exams, only history left to go.
I’ll tell you about all the boring, academic stuff first.
Well, I had my English exam first thing Tuesday morning. The poetry paper was a bit urgh! There were horrible questions, one was on The Schoolboy and I really didn’t get what Elcock was on about when he talked about this poem. We did an essay on it in class and I got poor marks, so I chose the other question. But that one was a really floaty kind of a question. It asked us which poem from the anthology we would choose to include in a future version of the anthology. I chose A Birthday by Christina Rosetti. Partly because we did that poem really recently, and I had a lot of detailed notes on the poem and I understood it. Partly because I could say that the true meaning of the poem was only revealed under close analysis. And partly because I just liked the poem. The second poetry question was to talk about a poem that was interesting in context, so I talked about Shakespeare’s Sonnet CXXX. Yeah. I’m not sure I did so well on those. Anyway, the three non-literary text were on Shakespeare. I managed to get out about a page on each of them in the ten minutes we were supposed to allocate the, so I think that went alright. The Wuthering Heights question went well. T/hey chose an extract we had already looked at and then asked about the relationship between Catherine and Heathcliff and I wrote loads and loads and went onto extra paper.
That afternoon I had the German paper. It was alright. The listening was a little awkward, as it always is, but I answered everything and think I did ok. Most of the Reading paper was fine, except for one question about the WMS which was full of footbally vocabulary and there were a few words that just went over my head, but I think I did ok and I rather liked my essay on Rauchen and I managed to bring in a load of other Jugenprobleme aspects too. Well, I hope I did alright.
Then I had to go into solitary confinement because psychology had clashed with German. Amy had the same problem. So we helped Wookey clean up the German room and then she drove her back to her house. It was rather intimidating to turn down a side street sign-posted as ‘Cemetery’ but oh my, the cemetery is built on a valley and quite possibly one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. I shall have to go back there and take some photographs. Anyway, we drove up past the cemetery and on the edge of a kind of cliff, overlooking the bay was perched Mrs. Wookey’s house. I can quite honestly say it is the most beautiful house I have EVER been it. It was so beautiful and atmospheric, I just wanted to sit down and start writing. Her house was like a kind of Victorian Mansion. All dark wooden floors and wooden panelled walls and old-fashioned fireplaces and shine dolls and a wooden stairs-case. Oh, it was beautiful. When she offered us tea, she served it to us on a proper china tea-set. Then she let us walk in her garden. It was HUGE. I was so amused when she led us to our rooms, she showed us around saying ‘This use to be the old servant’s quarter. Amy, you can sleep here!”. I got to sleep upstairs in her daughter’s bedroom. When Mrs. Wookey cooked for us. She got out napkins and napkin rings and fancy cutlery. Who uses napkin rings nowadays?! Then she gave us chocolate and left us alone to revise, occasionally popping her head in to check we were alright and to bring us cups of tea. She is OFFICIALLY the nicest, strangest, maddest lady ever.
The next morning, I had my psyc exam. To be fair, I had done MUCH more revision in one go, the night before than I ever would have at home, so I was really rather pleased with myself. I wrote loads and loads on the first paper. The attachment question was a bit touch, but memory was fine. On the second paper I didn’t write so much on the stress question but think I did rather well on abnormality. Ah well, we shall have to wait and see.
Friday I learnt that Tokio hotel will be playing their first UK tour date on June 19th in London. I HAVE to go. I have proceeded to beg my mum. She says maybe. I will be back in school, but it’s that dead term where no-one does anything. And besides, I will only be missing three lessons on the Tuesday and can get the train at 5:30 in the morning on Wednesday so I’m back in time for school. Anyway, either she lets me go, or I go anyway.
Speaking of gigs, Yazmin is taking me to Emilie Autumn *celebrates wildly* this also means I get to get the final EVER Harry Potter book on it’s midnight release straight after Emilie Autumn, which should be highly amusing.
While my mum was away, I basically had a free house for a fortnight. Much madness ensued. The first night I had a house party. It was filled with ridiculous amounts of drama. Mainly over pizza, of all the ridiculous things. I smashed a bowl on the tiles of my kitchen floor and was picking up glass for around a week. I shuddered and cried on Eddi having run half-way down my street, barefoot in the dark. Although bits of it were hilarious, particularly at around 5am when we were trying to sleep. There were six of us in one room. We had pulled my mattress and the futon mattress into the guest bedroom. But every time it went silent someone would complain that someone else’s foot was in their ass, Rhys would start chanting ‘Jumanji, Jumani, Jumanji, JUMANJIIIIIIIIIII!’ or Ray would say ‘Wow, we’ve been silent for five whole seconds’ and we’d all start off again. Things were less fun the next mongi, however, when we were all nursing hangovers.
That Saturday Ray and Rhys spied on me, playing ‘Double R’. They ransomed one of my cuddly toys and harassed my neighbours >.<
On the Sunday, it was Ray’s birthday. We went to the beach, I shockingly enough managed NOT to poison anyone with the barbeque. Unfortunately, it soon started raining and Rhys, Ray, Becca and I took refuge in a two man tent. It was uncomfortable to say the least! Then we went back to Rays and played the Sims. I, was uncontrollable for some unknown reason. Then Spazz came over and we ate pizza and watched Mulan 2.
We had an inset day Monday and Ray and Bec and Yaz came over to mine. There was still lots of Caribbean Twist (rum!!!) left over from Friday night, so we drank that. We decided that we were Pirates Of The Caribbean [twist] and we said ARR! A lot. Then, we realised we were hungry, so I went to spar. I cooked a lot of pasta and also Killer Mushrooms XD
For the first week of my parents absence Yaz stayed over. Much hilarity and making of pasta ensued.
I had the Pirates Of The Caribbean Twist (this time including Rhys) over again the next Saturday. We drank yet more Caribbean twist and watched the Eurovision. We got really, really into it. We sang and danced along and got really excited when we got awarded some points. Haha, I think I just lost all my Goth Points again!
The second week involved me drinking a lot of wine and holding midnight tea parties. Here I shall insert some photographs. The only problem is that I was wearing white foundation and it was night-time so I used the flash. The combination of which, when combined with the contrast in the picture means… I have no nose! I am the noseless lady!
First of all, being incredibly clumsy, I managed to smash a glass of wine IN the bath before I’d even begun. But it looked petty, so no harm done:
I like the kettle!:
I also like wine ^_^:
Lots and lots…:
And lots…:
Here is my ‘Opheliac’ face:
I found the cutest tea-cup in the cup-board:
I just liked this one *blushies*:
I dyed my hair scarlet after my psyc exam. My mum hates it. I love it. But it’s stargazer, so it’ll come out soon, anyway. I’ll post photos sooooon.
Thursday was the release of the Third Pirates Of The Caribbean Twist. We dressed up as pirates. Well, we being Ray and me. Rhys was boring and went along. We met some fellow pirates in Woolworth’s and yelled ARR some more at them and shot them with toy guns ^_^ The film itself was amazing and I fangirled wildly at the back. In town, afterwards, I got SO many comments. I wasn’t even dressed that weirdly I wore my customised tea-stained Emilie Autmn-esque corset over my white Victorian blouse and my long black skirt. I admit I did look rather like a pirate wench, however it is an outfit I would wear anyway *sighs* Some guy came up to me and said “WHAT THE FUCK? FREAK!” oh, how charming people are. I’ll take a picture soon to show you my new hair and the customised corset. I’m really pleased with it, actually, I got it cheap in a chavvy shop and it was plain and white and lacy.. So I customised it lots ^_^
Um… this is my journal. I guess I’d better be honest. I haven’t been doing quite so well recently. I think it didn’t help that I wasn’t being supervised and it was so easy to get away with it. Bleh, no point tip-toeing around the issue: I made myself sick a lot whilst my mum was away. But now she’s back I haven’t… I’m confused as to how that makes me feel. Part of me feels kind of secure. Partly it makes me worry a lot that the moment I’m not under supervision I slip and I slip hard and fast. I’m so fucking confused. Part of me thinks I’m ‘better’ but I still feel the same as I always did, if not worse. I still think the same, twisted thoughts. I still hate, hate, hate myself so damn much. I’m still weak and pathetic. Part of me thinks why not? Why not just give in to it again? You felt stronger, better when you were like that. But I know very damn well why not. Anyway, I’m going to drop this now.
I had a short thing with a guy off the internet. He was sweet, but I am me and that is all the explanation you should need.
Here’s something I wrote literally weeks ago. I liked it and though I may as well include it:
We are all sick and tired of classrooms, of mounds of paper and endless revision and homework.
The weather is beautiful. It’s clear and warm, but tolerably so and everything is in bloom.
So, we decided to take an evening off and go to Singleton park.
It was gorgeous, sumptuous.
Laying on the freshly cut grass, inhaling the fresh, indescribable scent. Rolling over and over, giggling and shrieking. Fingers entwined in t-shirts and hair. Eyelashes brushing against a cheek. The sun slipping down from overhead behind the trees so the shadows stretch out towards us, enveloping us in shade. A tree with a twisted trunk as though something from a child’s fairytale. The first bluebells of the spring. Icy cold water trickling in the stream. A startled duck with green plumage that matched my eyeshadow. Laughter. A pinkish hue creeping across the evening sky.
I already miss that evening.
Lots of rambles and some pics so here’s a
I’ve been busy with school work. But still probably haven’t revised as much as I should have.
I’ve had the majority of my exams, only history left to go.
I’ll tell you about all the boring, academic stuff first.
Well, I had my English exam first thing Tuesday morning. The poetry paper was a bit urgh! There were horrible questions, one was on The Schoolboy and I really didn’t get what Elcock was on about when he talked about this poem. We did an essay on it in class and I got poor marks, so I chose the other question. But that one was a really floaty kind of a question. It asked us which poem from the anthology we would choose to include in a future version of the anthology. I chose A Birthday by Christina Rosetti. Partly because we did that poem really recently, and I had a lot of detailed notes on the poem and I understood it. Partly because I could say that the true meaning of the poem was only revealed under close analysis. And partly because I just liked the poem. The second poetry question was to talk about a poem that was interesting in context, so I talked about Shakespeare’s Sonnet CXXX. Yeah. I’m not sure I did so well on those. Anyway, the three non-literary text were on Shakespeare. I managed to get out about a page on each of them in the ten minutes we were supposed to allocate the, so I think that went alright. The Wuthering Heights question went well. T/hey chose an extract we had already looked at and then asked about the relationship between Catherine and Heathcliff and I wrote loads and loads and went onto extra paper.
That afternoon I had the German paper. It was alright. The listening was a little awkward, as it always is, but I answered everything and think I did ok. Most of the Reading paper was fine, except for one question about the WMS which was full of footbally vocabulary and there were a few words that just went over my head, but I think I did ok and I rather liked my essay on Rauchen and I managed to bring in a load of other Jugenprobleme aspects too. Well, I hope I did alright.
Then I had to go into solitary confinement because psychology had clashed with German. Amy had the same problem. So we helped Wookey clean up the German room and then she drove her back to her house. It was rather intimidating to turn down a side street sign-posted as ‘Cemetery’ but oh my, the cemetery is built on a valley and quite possibly one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. I shall have to go back there and take some photographs. Anyway, we drove up past the cemetery and on the edge of a kind of cliff, overlooking the bay was perched Mrs. Wookey’s house. I can quite honestly say it is the most beautiful house I have EVER been it. It was so beautiful and atmospheric, I just wanted to sit down and start writing. Her house was like a kind of Victorian Mansion. All dark wooden floors and wooden panelled walls and old-fashioned fireplaces and shine dolls and a wooden stairs-case. Oh, it was beautiful. When she offered us tea, she served it to us on a proper china tea-set. Then she let us walk in her garden. It was HUGE. I was so amused when she led us to our rooms, she showed us around saying ‘This use to be the old servant’s quarter. Amy, you can sleep here!”. I got to sleep upstairs in her daughter’s bedroom. When Mrs. Wookey cooked for us. She got out napkins and napkin rings and fancy cutlery. Who uses napkin rings nowadays?! Then she gave us chocolate and left us alone to revise, occasionally popping her head in to check we were alright and to bring us cups of tea. She is OFFICIALLY the nicest, strangest, maddest lady ever.
The next morning, I had my psyc exam. To be fair, I had done MUCH more revision in one go, the night before than I ever would have at home, so I was really rather pleased with myself. I wrote loads and loads on the first paper. The attachment question was a bit touch, but memory was fine. On the second paper I didn’t write so much on the stress question but think I did rather well on abnormality. Ah well, we shall have to wait and see.
Friday I learnt that Tokio hotel will be playing their first UK tour date on June 19th in London. I HAVE to go. I have proceeded to beg my mum. She says maybe. I will be back in school, but it’s that dead term where no-one does anything. And besides, I will only be missing three lessons on the Tuesday and can get the train at 5:30 in the morning on Wednesday so I’m back in time for school. Anyway, either she lets me go, or I go anyway.
Speaking of gigs, Yazmin is taking me to Emilie Autumn *celebrates wildly* this also means I get to get the final EVER Harry Potter book on it’s midnight release straight after Emilie Autumn, which should be highly amusing.
While my mum was away, I basically had a free house for a fortnight. Much madness ensued. The first night I had a house party. It was filled with ridiculous amounts of drama. Mainly over pizza, of all the ridiculous things. I smashed a bowl on the tiles of my kitchen floor and was picking up glass for around a week. I shuddered and cried on Eddi having run half-way down my street, barefoot in the dark. Although bits of it were hilarious, particularly at around 5am when we were trying to sleep. There were six of us in one room. We had pulled my mattress and the futon mattress into the guest bedroom. But every time it went silent someone would complain that someone else’s foot was in their ass, Rhys would start chanting ‘Jumanji, Jumani, Jumanji, JUMANJIIIIIIIIIII!’ or Ray would say ‘Wow, we’ve been silent for five whole seconds’ and we’d all start off again. Things were less fun the next mongi, however, when we were all nursing hangovers.
That Saturday Ray and Rhys spied on me, playing ‘Double R’. They ransomed one of my cuddly toys and harassed my neighbours >.<
On the Sunday, it was Ray’s birthday. We went to the beach, I shockingly enough managed NOT to poison anyone with the barbeque. Unfortunately, it soon started raining and Rhys, Ray, Becca and I took refuge in a two man tent. It was uncomfortable to say the least! Then we went back to Rays and played the Sims. I, was uncontrollable for some unknown reason. Then Spazz came over and we ate pizza and watched Mulan 2.
We had an inset day Monday and Ray and Bec and Yaz came over to mine. There was still lots of Caribbean Twist (rum!!!) left over from Friday night, so we drank that. We decided that we were Pirates Of The Caribbean [twist] and we said ARR! A lot. Then, we realised we were hungry, so I went to spar. I cooked a lot of pasta and also Killer Mushrooms XD
For the first week of my parents absence Yaz stayed over. Much hilarity and making of pasta ensued.
I had the Pirates Of The Caribbean Twist (this time including Rhys) over again the next Saturday. We drank yet more Caribbean twist and watched the Eurovision. We got really, really into it. We sang and danced along and got really excited when we got awarded some points. Haha, I think I just lost all my Goth Points again!
The second week involved me drinking a lot of wine and holding midnight tea parties. Here I shall insert some photographs. The only problem is that I was wearing white foundation and it was night-time so I used the flash. The combination of which, when combined with the contrast in the picture means… I have no nose! I am the noseless lady!
First of all, being incredibly clumsy, I managed to smash a glass of wine IN the bath before I’d even begun. But it looked petty, so no harm done:
I like the kettle!:
I also like wine ^_^:
Lots and lots…:
And lots…:
Here is my ‘Opheliac’ face:
I found the cutest tea-cup in the cup-board:
I just liked this one *blushies*:
I dyed my hair scarlet after my psyc exam. My mum hates it. I love it. But it’s stargazer, so it’ll come out soon, anyway. I’ll post photos sooooon.
Thursday was the release of the Third Pirates Of The Caribbean Twist. We dressed up as pirates. Well, we being Ray and me. Rhys was boring and went along. We met some fellow pirates in Woolworth’s and yelled ARR some more at them and shot them with toy guns ^_^ The film itself was amazing and I fangirled wildly at the back. In town, afterwards, I got SO many comments. I wasn’t even dressed that weirdly I wore my customised tea-stained Emilie Autmn-esque corset over my white Victorian blouse and my long black skirt. I admit I did look rather like a pirate wench, however it is an outfit I would wear anyway *sighs* Some guy came up to me and said “WHAT THE FUCK? FREAK!” oh, how charming people are. I’ll take a picture soon to show you my new hair and the customised corset. I’m really pleased with it, actually, I got it cheap in a chavvy shop and it was plain and white and lacy.. So I customised it lots ^_^
Um… this is my journal. I guess I’d better be honest. I haven’t been doing quite so well recently. I think it didn’t help that I wasn’t being supervised and it was so easy to get away with it. Bleh, no point tip-toeing around the issue: I made myself sick a lot whilst my mum was away. But now she’s back I haven’t… I’m confused as to how that makes me feel. Part of me feels kind of secure. Partly it makes me worry a lot that the moment I’m not under supervision I slip and I slip hard and fast. I’m so fucking confused. Part of me thinks I’m ‘better’ but I still feel the same as I always did, if not worse. I still think the same, twisted thoughts. I still hate, hate, hate myself so damn much. I’m still weak and pathetic. Part of me thinks why not? Why not just give in to it again? You felt stronger, better when you were like that. But I know very damn well why not. Anyway, I’m going to drop this now.
I had a short thing with a guy off the internet. He was sweet, but I am me and that is all the explanation you should need.
Here’s something I wrote literally weeks ago. I liked it and though I may as well include it:
We are all sick and tired of classrooms, of mounds of paper and endless revision and homework.
The weather is beautiful. It’s clear and warm, but tolerably so and everything is in bloom.
So, we decided to take an evening off and go to Singleton park.
It was gorgeous, sumptuous.
Laying on the freshly cut grass, inhaling the fresh, indescribable scent. Rolling over and over, giggling and shrieking. Fingers entwined in t-shirts and hair. Eyelashes brushing against a cheek. The sun slipping down from overhead behind the trees so the shadows stretch out towards us, enveloping us in shade. A tree with a twisted trunk as though something from a child’s fairytale. The first bluebells of the spring. Icy cold water trickling in the stream. A startled duck with green plumage that matched my eyeshadow. Laughter. A pinkish hue creeping across the evening sky.
I already miss that evening.