the Xfactor.

Hola amigos.


Ok first of all, JEDWARD. ^_^
Xfactor is hot gossip at the moment. Seriously. 
We are a sad nation. Lol. 


But anyway, Xfactor is basicly in every coevrsation within hearing distance since it began.


"I hate John&Edward!"
"Olly Murs is SO buff"
"Stacey has a well sophisticated like voice when she sings, then she goes an talks"
"JEDWARD to win!" 


etc etc.


Sorry, this was going to be some long detailed(probably incredibly boring) blog, but I'm tired. 

xx

At Home: ill.

Well I managed a whole 30 minutes in school today! 
Amazing right. 
I just felt ill and tired, so decided I must head homeward bound. Not that it didn't take a while convincing the lovely office ladies that I really was ill (which I am!) Christ on a bike, those women are irritating. 
So now I'm sitting at home, watching my guilty pleasure-High School Musical 1,2&3- and eating to excess. I need to do my science coursework, the deadline looming ever closer (Friday), but I sat down, you know when you get all focused and talk yourself up, getting ready to feel all proud that your actually doing school work, when I discovered I had left my results table (which I cant do anything without) at school in my hasty exit. Oh joy. So now I've been reduced to sitting at the computer facebooking and the like. Such a chore ;) 


11 DAYS! 
UNTIL NEW MOON WILL BE ROCKING UP OUR SCREENS! YAYNESS! :) 


Just for the record, its 2:30 and I've watched HSM 1&2 so far. LOL. I am such a child sometimes. 


: Just noticed a quite creepy drawing my little sister drew a few years ago stuck to a cupboard door. Has that always been there? :|  


: Only a hour more of salvation. Only one more hour of solitude. Only one more hour until I have to kid my Mum that I haven't been on the computer all day. 


Time to put on High School Musical 3 ;)
Hahahaha. Please, don't judge me. I have a little brother and sister. I can't escape from these things! :) 

HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE HALLOWEEEN! 


Halloween has ALWAYS been a big thing in my house :)
We all get dressed up (spare my dad) and have a party and go trick or treating. Then eat loads of sweeeetsssss .
Anyway Happy Halloween!
Off to a party tonight :) The  one night were ugly is cool ;)
Ahahaha. 

Opera Updation!

LOCATION: Glyndbourne Opera House


It was actually surprisingly amazingly fantastic :)
Cosi fan tutti. 
The rest of the group REALLY did not like it, one of them (NOT NAMING NAMES HARRY!) listened to their ipod all the way through the second half, with others dropping like [bored and sleepy] flies left right and centre. 
But personally I enjoyed it. Which is often the case. 


PLUS the grounds are pretty cool :) We jumped the HAHA.

(a HAHA is a trench kind of thing at the boundries of big country houses, whose owners wanted it to look as if their land went on forever by not fencing it in, but by surrounding it with a big trench!) 

Photo :)

This was at the Harry Potter Première in London :) Hey! I missed a day of work experience for this! ELECTRIC STORMS! Har-de-har-har-har. ;)  With my cousin Rosa, VERY wet. 

Lucinda and myself.

I'm not saying we were drunk. I'm just saying we had alcohol.

If..

Ok, heres the thing. I'm not a great poem lover, well I wasn't. This mainly due to the tedious hours spent analysing then writing about them in many english classes. However, recently, and I do mean very recently, I've developed a new capacity for appreciating them. Inspired probably by the fact I was told I was "fairly well read". Fairly? Fairly?? Well then. 
Anyway, I have decided to share with you one of my favourites :) 
not very original. but the classics are the best right? 

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

   

By Rudyard Kipling. 

Oh and also, apologies for the concentration of blogs today. I'm bored. 

Glyndbourne

Off to see an opera in a few weeks. :) 

Not entirely sure what I will make of it. 

Mozart- Cosi fan tutte

It's at Glydbourne btw.

No, I've never heard of it either. 

Ahh well, it's cheaaap :) 

funtimes B)

Tired

Tired of...
adverts
slow internet
insecurity
tactical hockey games
school rules
the song with the lyrics "come an take a ride on my disco stick"
broken facebook
old people's programs
trying to impress people
deadlines
mess
pointless conversation
trying to think of things I'm tired of
my nana fussing 
my nan saying her dog "doesn't like going outside" when he blatantly does
breakfast tv presenters
my half decorated bedroom
limited colours for my blog text's colour

Bank Accounts.

Ok, bank accounts. 
Being 15 I barely understand all the different accounts, this is probably the reason I haven't got one yet. That and my chronic laziness. But I DO want one! I'm trying to make some money!
But it's SO complicated!
Current accounts, student accounts, savings accounts, accounts that must be paid into every month etc. 
Christ almighty. 
A little help please.

Career Suggestions.

As a teenager, I have quite a lot to deal with already in my opinion. 
So WHY do teachers insist on trying to make us choose a career NOW!!
Fecks sake people.  Confusion.
But while I'm here, would anyone have a suggestions on a suitable career for a sporty/historic/likes-to-read/scientific/photography-loving young lady? 
It's not much to ask right?
;)

Twilight Vent.

I am in love with Twilight, and have been since the first second I watched the film (yes, I watched it before i read it. Not my usual actions). But like every film that has made the transition onto the big screen, it has its (many) faults.

Now that I've read the books, I can't even bring my self to watch the film(well, most of the time) because of my continuing obsession with pointing out all its deviations from the book I so love. (Wow, that sounds sad.)

But I need to get this out there so here goes.

1. Kristen Stuart is NOT right for Bella. Her portrayal of Bella is almost a polar opposite of Book-Bella. She just doesn't fit, in my opinion. I know she is a good actress in her own right but I think she was not right for Twilight. Maybe the directors were blinded by her experience, but I personally do not picture Kristen Stuart when I read the Twilight books.

2. It's WAY too serious!!! Go through Twilight and count how many times Edward "chuckles" pulls a "crooked smile" and laughs. Yet in the film.. nada. zilch. ZERO! (well almost!) Lighten it up people. Its not all doom and gloom! I reckon this applies to Emmet as well. In the book he's so fun and unfazed by anything!

3. Bella's too high tech and too coordinated. Seriously. She has a laptop???? What happened to her dusty old computer? That's the appeal of Bella! She doesn't care for the material things in life! She wouldn't own a laptop, apart from this, she hasn't got enough money for one! And there's not enough clumsiness for my liking. But hey.

There are many more. LOl. But I feel bad putting them all in one LONG list. Maybe I'll do it three at a time? Water it down a bit you know.

Sacrifice.

On Tuesday 7th July, I sacrificed a days work experience, my health, a book, my hairstyle, a pair of Primark sunglasses and a notebook. All in the name of Harry Potter.

Sounds dire right? Well no.

I was "ill" for a day so I could go into Leicester Square with my cousin and a friend to see my childhood companions (in book form) Harry, Ron, Hermione etc. I met them all! It was amazing. We were right at the front and i have the bruises to prove it! We were pushed so hard up against those railings! Seriously, wow people, you can really be desperate at times! Not that I'm one to talk.

Back to the events! So, as usual it was raining. A lot! For anyone in London that day, I dearly hope you had shelter and an umberella, because we did not. We stood in the rain through hail (twice) pouring rain, lightning, thunder etc. Our bags and umberellas were at our feet (and everyone elses for that matter) but could we bend down to get them? NO! We just stood there. However, as a result of our drowned-rat appearance, Mr Daniel Radcliffe himself took pity on us and promised to come back for my cousin and I after he had run into the theatre where we saw him say "theyre crazy! :)" He did come back, and when he did he said, wait for it... "I said I'd come back and here I am!" :) He is SO nice and genuine! Love him! And I dont care what everyone says, that suit was brilliant!

There is HEAPS more to say, and I will. In due time! Dueee time! (evil voice)

But right now it is, 00:28. AKA 12:28am. I am its fair to say, pretty tired after shopping all day, and however great my love is for Harry and the gang, my love for sleep is greater at the momento.

So, adios amigos!

x

Briatins Got Talent - A Craze That Swept the Nation!

Glad as I am that Ms Susan "never been kissed" Boyle didn't win, I have to admit, I was slightly shocked. I mean, she had Oprah Winfrey!But I guess that the great British public realised what a complete and utter fool Susan Boyle is and came to their senses. I always hated her, right from the moment I heard her say in the auditions "I'm Susan Boyle...".  

Bit surprised at JULIAN SMITH!!! 3rd? He wasn't even a contender. Shaheen should have at least came somewhere. I love that kid :)  Admittedly it wasn't his best performance, he was trying to make his voice deeper than it actually was, the audition was better. 

"And the winner, of Britain's Got Talent 2009 is............................................ DIVERSITY!!!!!!"

Ok that has to be my favourite moment of this year :) I LOVE Diversity. Emphasis on the LOVE. !  Always have, always will :) I tel you, this will be the first year I ever watch the Royal Variety your Maj.  Seriously. I was at a party, in the basement "den" with my best friend and our surrogate- and real- little brothers (11-13 yr olds) Screaming, cheering and booing throughout the whole program, J2o's splashing all over the shop. It was manic :) I loved it! When the winner was announced we went crazy! That's slightly sad i know, but this program gripped the nations hearts, and was talked of EVERYWHERE! For about 7 weeks, you could put "Wow, Shaheeeeeeeen!!!" as your facebook status and start a nightly debate on who would win, who was crap, and who was just too funny for words! You also didn't even have to explain your need to blog about it, because, well everyone was doing the same! It's odd, how something so normal-a talent contest. Can have such an impact. Odd indeed. 

And yes, I hear the cynics and humbugs who say that its all a setup. Hmmm, I really don't think so. :|

Experience!

Ok, anyone who has seen Peter Kay perform will probably know this joke.  His Mum used to tell him to give her 3 rings before bed to tell her he was safe. Well, I actually heard of someone doing this today :) 

Standing at the clocktower, a little old dear (bless) was on her mobile talking to her daughter i presume telling her to "give me 3 rings before bed to let me know your safe my love " HaHa. Love it!

A conversation with my Father

Whilst walking to my Nans, I asked him if i could go out to a concert with my friends Friday night,( a reasonable request!) this was his response...

Me: So, Dad. Everyones going to a concert in Camden Friday night and they have a spare ticket 'cos Hannah's grounded cos she did something, I don't know. (I always talk to much when I'm trying to convince him) So, can I go?

Dad: Camden? No way, it's too far. And too late. And I've given you a lot of money this week. (excuses!)

Me: What money? Dad you didn't even give my train fair this morning! (I was going to the dentists) 

Dad: Well... Well, yeh, I gave you £20 last month and another tenner last week! (2 months ago he gave me £20!)

Me: So, you'll think about it?

Dad: Don't tell me what I have to do!

Me: But can you please think about it?

Dad: Leave me alone! Maybe. 

(10 minutes later)

Me: So, are you thinking about it?

Dad: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING!

Attempt #1

I have a diary, so technically i shouldn't need this blog. But I think I do. 

I doodle aimlessly in my diary, but here, i have to get straight to the point. Not an easy task when you are renowned for rambling when writing. Plus, i rarely write in my diary now, though i know i should- typing flows easier if I am honest.

I just hope no one i know ends up reading this thing, now THAT would be embarrassing. Seeing as I'm planning to pour my guts out to this, thing. 

The reason i wanted a blog was the same reason i think i wanted a diary. I don't know who, or what I am. You know those quizzes on facebook and nearly every other networking site that feeds our obsession of wanting to know what everyone is doing and where everyone is at every single moment of the day (and night), well I take those quizzes because i want someone to tell me who or what I am. That's sad i know. 

This is mostly because I am indecisive and don't know myself enough to decide what I am. Is that strange?