This is my uncategorised blog post 🙂
I am rubbish at organisation, I like to think I’m good at it. But I am a shambles. Attempting to organise a party type shindig, it’s taken me so long to getting round to sending out invite on Facebook, texting people, getting the playlist, etc. I just hope it won’t be a shambles. Will update and add pictures once it’s occurred ;D
In other news, I’m super stoked to be going to Wales tomorrow. The rents and Elli (for a cultural experience) are going to see our friends who live in Abergavenny, and we haven’t seen them for over a year so should be epic and reminiscent. Gutted my brother can’t come though, really wanted to see him. Elli has never been to Wales so I’m hoping this won’t let her down haha.
…..I have also become addicted to ebay. It’s quite embarrassing actually, I’m just buying random shit for 99p 🙂 found a loooovely dress that if I win, would be delish to wear to the party. I’m so stereotypical, I’m a girl talking about clothes and shopping. I promise the next post will be slightly more intellectual.
Her best yet in my opinion! XD ENJOY!
Right, here is the dismal post I told you would appear.
For my AS levels I got:
Eng. Lit: E
So there we are; I’m stupid, lazy, self centred, unacademic, thick, dumb, everything else. I wasn’t expecting it to be great but I thought I’d get maybe a C in Art and English, jesus christ I fucked up. The thing is I’m only this annoyed cuz I’ve disappointed my mum and now she doesn’t like me, I don’t care about school at all. All last year I had no interest in any of my subjects, even Art, and I still don’t because I’ve realised that I don’t want this education, so I can go on to be educated more at uni and then work for most of my life. How can I try for good marks when that’s all there is? How the fuck does that inspire me to work hard? I can’t work hard for something I don’t want can I? I mean I want money, I want to be rich, but to me living comfortably for the price of being perpetually bored isn’t OK with me, I want to be happy and interested AND rich, but how’s that going to happen? Fucking hell. I know I’m just feeling sorry for myself but it helps cuz for the most part people don’t know I feel like this, it’s shit. I want to try and be good and get good marks but I can’t make myself 😦
Also Rhys is pissed off with me, so while I’m here I think I’ll just ask why? What have I done? As far as I know all I did was ask you to come down to Midhurst so we could get our results and cuz I wanted to see you, so as far as I can tell you’re pissed off because I asked you to wake up at a decent time. Sorry Rhys, but that’s not good enough. If it’s that much of a big deal then… I don’t know. It’s stupid, get over it.
Right, before I properly start I need to clarify that 1. there may be typos cuz 2. I’m on Verity’s laptop, mine is crawling in viruses and won’t work, hence why I didn’t post on misc- SORRY ALL.
I know almost exactly the date of my first memory – 9/10.08.95, because it was the night Verity was born. I was 2 years and 11 months old, and Gareth and me were staying with my aunt and uncle and numerous cousins. I say numerous, I mean 4. Anyway, I was in a cot, which pissed me off cuz at home I was in a proper bed, and Gareth was asleep on the other side of the room we were in. My aunty had turned the light off so I started crying, I was scared of the dark until I was 12-ish. So my aunty came in and brought me into the living room to watch TV with herself and my uncle, who I didn’t like cuz he has a weird face. HE DOES. My aunt tries to sit me with him so I scream until she puts me on her lap. FIN. Oh, and I was wearing my favourite pyjamas, so win for me.
There were too many “and”s in that paragraph, I don’t care though 😀
Tomorrow myself and my fellow ‘geeks get our AS-level results, so expect an appropriately dismal post from me in the next couple of days. Oh and it’s Gareth’s 21st on Friday, happy birthday Tudes XD
See Jas and Rhys tomorrow, and Lily on Sunday when WE GO TO WALES! Bye xx
My earliest memory must have been when I was around 2 years old. My mum can’t beleive I can remember it but I can really clearly!
Me mum and dad went on holiday to Dorset (I think) and where staying in a caravan holiday park. I remember seeing all the caravans and a big green field. But, here’s the bit I remember the most, in the middle of the field was a childs playpark. The playpark was…. Shaped like dinosaurs! Ahh! Like the slide was a massive brachiasaurous type thing. Well I thought it was massive but there is every chance it was tiny! I remember that playpark so much it’s weird!!
Then I went swimming… And that’s all I remember. It’s a hazy memory, but that little dinosaur playpark will always have a place in my heart… Sigh.
I suck in a massive way. But I am afraid that I couldn’t write either of my posts last week as we were in the middle of nowhere in the French countryside.. so what’s my forfeit to be?
Anyway, let’s get down to this.
My earliest memory involves a potty, so hey let’s not go there. My second earliest memory is this: (setting the scene)
Picture; a small house in Swansea on a dark night, little me in yellow lily-of-the-valley pyjamas, angry parents, and a cat on a lead. A recipe for fun yes? Not quite so. My parents had recently taken my cat Idris (honestly) to the vet, and the vet said he shouldn’t be allowed outside on his own for a while. So the ‘rents had the bright idea of getting him a lovely fluorescent orange lead, so he could smell the fresh Welsh air but still be controlled (ahem). On said night, the ‘rents took Idris out in the garden for his premiere promenade, and needless to say, within five seconds all hell broke loose. Idris, like the wild tabby cat he was, broke free from the lead and made a dash for freedom into a hedge. Then followed a large amount of swearing, spitting and clawing, and my little self was hurried off to bed.
So you can see I had a good, sane start in life 🙂
Ok so this is written on my phone so it might have a few typos!
Round the town where I live there are posters for a missing stuffed animal that looks like a cat. Today I was with my nan doing a job for her in town when:
Nan: well that’s not a good picture of the cat!
Me: it’s a stuffed animal…
Nan: awh poor pussy I hate it when animals go missing!
Just…. Made me giggle. Also I bought The Complete Works of Shakespeare for £1.50 today. I feel like the savage from Brave New World XD
Now off to the beach for a week with mumsy! Byyyyee!!