'If someone comes up to me with a pin right now, my eyes are GONE.'
All I can say is 'what a week'! And it hasn't even finished yet - in fact it's only just over half way through and I already feel like it should be the summer holidays. xD
Shall we begin with Monday? Okay - First day of my exams and I go in and feel pretty ill for a majority of the day - this is not assisted by my receiving a note from Head Office saying that the Reptile and Parrot Centre I was all planned and settled to be working with for Work Experience phoned and called it off. No explanation just "We are sorry to inform you..." etc. etc. And so I've also lost all of my other possible options (the only interesting choices available to me) and now have to go through the hassle of picking them again which takes hours of opportunity-list scouring. In a bizarre turn of events the exam went brilliantly, I remembered everything, and had time to spare! The most worrying thing had been whether I could write such long essays in the time allowed. (As well as this, I was gifted Oreos, as you might recall.)
After this I came home and was far too shattered to revise - or chase up work experience papers, and so felt guilty and couldn't sleep.
Tuesday. Exam first thing - luckily I get up really well despite next to no sleep and get on with revising on the bus. The exam went, again, absurdly well, leaving me enough time to perfect the storyboard colouring and draw a Character Relations diagram at the end, which was all colourful and made me pretty chuffed with myself. As you can probably imagine, the remainder of the day was spent congratulating myself on still being alive, running about screaming and rejoicing my freedom from the M word, and then playing Wii for most of the evening with Alex and Jas.
Still, early nights and work experience choices evaded me.
Wednesday.... aka, this morning. Shattered from the get go - running around to try and do my art coursework (despite the repeated absence of a certain much-more-competent-than-the-shrewish-sub-we've-been-landed-with teacher.) Then the rest of the day went by without much of interest, other than my finding out the sad news about Anna (the fabulous person I sit next to in maths and have repeated japes with, constantly)'s kitten, Finbar. Here I would like to take a minutes silence for the adorable Fin, who was killed this morning at the wheels of a car. If anyone sees such a car on the roads, you have my express permission, and encouragement, to swear profusely at the driver (and steal their numberplate when they're not looking.) Though I never met the cat, Anna spoke most fondly of him and I am lead to believe him to have been possibly the cutest kitten on the planet, save his sister.
I got home from school to find my mother shouting raucously at the telephone before stomping up to the Annexe to shout and squeal at my Dad. Something about chequebooks, I gather. I had reason to believe my father to be not feeling at his best, and so berated my mum about shouting at a sick man about something he couldn't do anything about, while he was trying to make money to keep the food in our laps (the thought of a dining table in my home is an abstract one), but she instead flew off the handle and I came to the conclusion of 'Don't ask me how I am then, you sour bitch, I'm not taking this shit from no-one!' (in a few less words, I imagine - I don't remember the precise details) and left the house rather dramatically, slamming the garden gate behind me.
I then went to Jas's where I proceeded to have muchos fun relating to her swimming pool and my falling out of it. Swimming pool frolics were followed by trampolining, showering, eating, fashioning clothing from towels and taking those mothers down on Grand Theft Auto (which I recommend for fans of having road rage and harmless, mindless violence - which I condone entirely.) I was then forced to come home, about an hour and a half ago, to more arguments, mainly based around where I'd been and if I'd had dinner, then I came on here to find a SHOEBOX UPDATE. :D
And OMG it was bloody amazing. But then what do you expect from the likes of Jaida and Rave? I love them both to pieces and commend their geniuscity to all who cares about the Harry Potter fandom. I think it also really interesting and nice how they don't just skip over Peter - after all, he was a Marauder too! I also find it brilliant that they are going down the route of expanding and explaining his turning from light to dark in a plausible way rather than it being all 'I IS WELL EVUL. I IS A PEPUL USR.' like most people seem to think.
It's also a really cool twist that it's James who's not too keen on the idea of him and Lily getting married because of how his parents were killed and left him alone, while that's a parallel of what he most fears happening, were they to have a child, and is, eventually, how the story plays out. Also, their discussion about Sirius, which makes it obvious they don't know about him and Remus is pure brilliance - and offers good potential for later hilarity. While Sirius' pining and descriptions of Remus were, in every sense of the word, GORGEOUS.
There are also lots of things I can consider to be Curious Adventure (
vickythefluffy that I nearly DIED. I also adore Peter's new friend, though the idea of Snape parading around with 'friends' in the streets like some sort of chav-mob scared me rather. The mention of "...some kind of Dumbledore-related orgy of book-learning." made my day, and nearly made me fall off the bed with pure, unadulterated GLEE. And naked-Sirius's "Sorry, Pete, mate, have to flash. I mean flee. I mean-talk to you soon, right?" was genius!
All in all, COMPLETELY worth the wait.
In other news, my Sky box completely LOST the whole of House on Monday, which makes me tearful - but at least it wasn't the new series, that may have just finished me off. TOMORROW IS THURSDAY, meaning FAB TV all around (HEROES, HOUSE, BOSTON LEGAL AND THE INBETWEENERS). That should keep me going through lessons tomorrow.
How has everyone else's week been? Less tiring, I hope...
Shall we begin with Monday? Okay - First day of my exams and I go in and feel pretty ill for a majority of the day - this is not assisted by my receiving a note from Head Office saying that the Reptile and Parrot Centre I was all planned and settled to be working with for Work Experience phoned and called it off. No explanation just "We are sorry to inform you..." etc. etc. And so I've also lost all of my other possible options (the only interesting choices available to me) and now have to go through the hassle of picking them again which takes hours of opportunity-list scouring. In a bizarre turn of events the exam went brilliantly, I remembered everything, and had time to spare! The most worrying thing had been whether I could write such long essays in the time allowed. (As well as this, I was gifted Oreos, as you might recall.)
After this I came home and was far too shattered to revise - or chase up work experience papers, and so felt guilty and couldn't sleep.
Tuesday. Exam first thing - luckily I get up really well despite next to no sleep and get on with revising on the bus. The exam went, again, absurdly well, leaving me enough time to perfect the storyboard colouring and draw a Character Relations diagram at the end, which was all colourful and made me pretty chuffed with myself. As you can probably imagine, the remainder of the day was spent congratulating myself on still being alive, running about screaming and rejoicing my freedom from the M word, and then playing Wii for most of the evening with Alex and Jas.
Still, early nights and work experience choices evaded me.
Wednesday.... aka, this morning. Shattered from the get go - running around to try and do my art coursework (despite the repeated absence of a certain much-more-competent-than-the-shrewish-sub-we've-been-landed-with teacher.) Then the rest of the day went by without much of interest, other than my finding out the sad news about Anna (the fabulous person I sit next to in maths and have repeated japes with, constantly)'s kitten, Finbar. Here I would like to take a minutes silence for the adorable Fin, who was killed this morning at the wheels of a car. If anyone sees such a car on the roads, you have my express permission, and encouragement, to swear profusely at the driver (and steal their numberplate when they're not looking.) Though I never met the cat, Anna spoke most fondly of him and I am lead to believe him to have been possibly the cutest kitten on the planet, save his sister.
I got home from school to find my mother shouting raucously at the telephone before stomping up to the Annexe to shout and squeal at my Dad. Something about chequebooks, I gather. I had reason to believe my father to be not feeling at his best, and so berated my mum about shouting at a sick man about something he couldn't do anything about, while he was trying to make money to keep the food in our laps (the thought of a dining table in my home is an abstract one), but she instead flew off the handle and I came to the conclusion of 'Don't ask me how I am then, you sour bitch, I'm not taking this shit from no-one!' (in a few less words, I imagine - I don't remember the precise details) and left the house rather dramatically, slamming the garden gate behind me.
I then went to Jas's where I proceeded to have muchos fun relating to her swimming pool and my falling out of it. Swimming pool frolics were followed by trampolining, showering, eating, fashioning clothing from towels and taking those mothers down on Grand Theft Auto (which I recommend for fans of having road rage and harmless, mindless violence - which I condone entirely.) I was then forced to come home, about an hour and a half ago, to more arguments, mainly based around where I'd been and if I'd had dinner, then I came on here to find a SHOEBOX UPDATE. :D
And OMG it was bloody amazing. But then what do you expect from the likes of Jaida and Rave? I love them both to pieces and commend their geniuscity to all who cares about the Harry Potter fandom. I think it also really interesting and nice how they don't just skip over Peter - after all, he was a Marauder too! I also find it brilliant that they are going down the route of expanding and explaining his turning from light to dark in a plausible way rather than it being all 'I IS WELL EVUL. I IS A PEPUL USR.' like most people seem to think.
It's also a really cool twist that it's James who's not too keen on the idea of him and Lily getting married because of how his parents were killed and left him alone, while that's a parallel of what he most fears happening, were they to have a child, and is, eventually, how the story plays out. Also, their discussion about Sirius, which makes it obvious they don't know about him and Remus is pure brilliance - and offers good potential for later hilarity. While Sirius' pining and descriptions of Remus were, in every sense of the word, GORGEOUS.
There are also lots of things I can consider to be Curious Adventure (
vickythefluffy that I nearly DIED. I also adore Peter's new friend, though the idea of Snape parading around with 'friends' in the streets like some sort of chav-mob scared me rather. The mention of "...some kind of Dumbledore-related orgy of book-learning." made my day, and nearly made me fall off the bed with pure, unadulterated GLEE. And naked-Sirius's "Sorry, Pete, mate, have to flash. I mean flee. I mean-talk to you soon, right?" was genius!
All in all, COMPLETELY worth the wait.
In other news, my Sky box completely LOST the whole of House on Monday, which makes me tearful - but at least it wasn't the new series, that may have just finished me off. TOMORROW IS THURSDAY, meaning FAB TV all around (HEROES, HOUSE, BOSTON LEGAL AND THE INBETWEENERS). That should keep me going through lessons tomorrow.
How has everyone else's week been? Less tiring, I hope...