Because the last 5 minutes of 2009 call for a summary, methinks.
I turned sixteen, and for my birthday I went to see the Phantom of the Opera and had Japanese food, both for the first time (though not at the same time, I hasten to add). I saw the first African-American President inaugurated, and felt that there was hope for the world yet. I sat my first 'proper' mock exams, after which I saw the heaviest snowfall the UK's had in 20 years and purchasing my first volumes of manga (Death Note volumes 6-9, if you're interested). I took part in the first dance show I've been in since I was ten and completed my first final GCSE submission before running off the Alps, where I skiied into a river, gave myself nightmares, flooded the hotel suite and spent four hours in a hospital translating for various people after my cousin broke her wrist.
I sat my first GCSE exam a week later (French speaking, luckily), went to the Year 11 prom and had a breast cancer scare just as the main set of GCSE exams began. I went to see Star Trek as consolation, and scored free tickets to my first big concert (Snow Patrol at the iTunes festival). On the last day of exams, I drove a car for the first time ever, which as an exercise in driving said exams out of my mind proved to be rather effective (props to my Dad for coming up with it, srsly). I got my first experience of working in an office through a week at an IT company behind the Museum of Childhood, then spent the next seven weeks in France, half of it doing work experience in a tourist office where there were hailstones the size of golf balls and several people complimented me on the quality of my English. During this period I also fell in love with Hetalia and its fandom.
On returning, I spent a week volunteering in Finchley, during which time I got my GCSE results, and after which I began work on my AS-Levels after a brief hiccup with my assigned subjects was smoothed out. I got a new mobile and joined several thousand others in the fury over Jan Moir's article on Steven Gately's death and the admittedly somewhat serious lulz (I know that appears to be an oxymoron, but bear with me, it makes sense in my head) over Nick Griffin going on Question Time. I set up dn_meme , and 'Project: People Should Smile More' at my school, which involved sticking MLIA stories and 'Autocomplete Me's to various places, chief among them the backs of toilet doors (where cleaning ladies never seem to look). I signed myself up for far too many fanfic Secret Santa-type things, got my hair cut and got stressed over the lack of time left over for Art after having a wonderful but possibly too relaxed Christmas, but was consoled by the arrival of a lovely new lodger.
And... that was it. Rather an eventful year really, if I do say so myself.
Is anyone else in the UK watching Channel 4? David Tennant in a bright purple wig is definitely a good way to end the year. And oh dear Lord, that clip! I so ship Doctor/Master now. Ohh... tomorrow evening's going to be wonderful.
Happy New Year, all of you! And all the very best for 2010, too- I'll see you lot then.
Until then, though, I'll leave you with this (as America-orientated as it is):
ETA:
Yep, ca me rends heureuse indeed. And already my youngest sister's had her first strop of the year.
I sat my first GCSE exam a week later (French speaking, luckily), went to the Year 11 prom and had a breast cancer scare just as the main set of GCSE exams began. I went to see Star Trek as consolation, and scored free tickets to my first big concert (Snow Patrol at the iTunes festival). On the last day of exams, I drove a car for the first time ever, which as an exercise in driving said exams out of my mind proved to be rather effective (props to my Dad for coming up with it, srsly). I got my first experience of working in an office through a week at an IT company behind the Museum of Childhood, then spent the next seven weeks in France, half of it doing work experience in a tourist office where there were hailstones the size of golf balls and several people complimented me on the quality of my English. During this period I also fell in love with Hetalia and its fandom.
On returning, I spent a week volunteering in Finchley, during which time I got my GCSE results, and after which I began work on my AS-Levels after a brief hiccup with my assigned subjects was smoothed out. I got a new mobile and joined several thousand others in the fury over Jan Moir's article on Steven Gately's death and the admittedly somewhat serious lulz (I know that appears to be an oxymoron, but bear with me, it makes sense in my head) over Nick Griffin going on Question Time. I set up dn_meme , and 'Project: People Should Smile More' at my school, which involved sticking MLIA stories and 'Autocomplete Me's to various places, chief among them the backs of toilet doors (where cleaning ladies never seem to look). I signed myself up for far too many fanfic Secret Santa-type things, got my hair cut and got stressed over the lack of time left over for Art after having a wonderful but possibly too relaxed Christmas, but was consoled by the arrival of a lovely new lodger.
And... that was it. Rather an eventful year really, if I do say so myself.
Is anyone else in the UK watching Channel 4? David Tennant in a bright purple wig is definitely a good way to end the year. And oh dear Lord, that clip! I so ship Doctor/Master now. Ohh... tomorrow evening's going to be wonderful.
Happy New Year, all of you! And all the very best for 2010, too- I'll see you lot then.
Until then, though, I'll leave you with this (as America-orientated as it is):
Click to viewETA:
Yep, ca me rends heureuse indeed. And already my youngest sister's had her first strop of the year.