Reminiscing about infant + junior school with girls on the bus ‘twas quite fun :)
I remembered once when Mr. Slater went a bit mad and sat the whole year in the hall and picked out the worst behaved boys and sat them in front with their backs to us in a line. Then he went on a rant about how they were letting the whole year down. And then shock horror mr slater stops and picks out a single person who’s sitting with us on the ‘good’ side - yells something about them talking / laughing when this is a very serious matter and tells them to sit with the badly behaved boys in front of us. Anticipation as we see who it is that has been caught out. Ultimate surprise when Mel stands up and sits at the front - mr slater obviously meant business if he was going to be harsh with a ‘good’ person. While the rest of us feel half worried for her and half relieved it wasn’t us :’)
Another thing I remember is that I was quite a goody two shoes *gasp* I know right. And I never had a detention (they only had breaktime ones in junior school) until year 5 when I got 5 in my first week! I was like wtf? It’s because my teacher mrs black hated me for some reason. It was because of mrs black that I also realised that I go bright red when I’m embarrassed - he picked me out after she said I had been talking (everyone else was too, she just disliked me) and I felt my face burning as the whole class was in silence and she stared at me. First time I ever blushed. It’s her fault. … :’)
Going back further I remember in year 1 when I was 6 and I was an angel in the nativity play - I was in the middle because I was tallest (damn genes) and we had to put our arms straight up in the air and hold them there. I let mine droop a bit because my arms were tired and the teachers were focusing on sorting out the shepherds or something - the evil mrs bird comes on stage and gets right in my face (remember I was 6) and says “Don’t you dare let your arms droop like that, you’re letting everyone else down, look at their lovely straight arms. I knew your brother and I’m disappointed, I expected more from you.”
Firstly - I WAS SIX.
Secondly - it was the nativity it wasn’t a west end show!!
I don’t know what was wrong with her. My arms were tired. Back off you … meh.

Fun times at little school :’)

Ookay - last post seems a bit depressing, I’m sorry :S that’s what happens when I don’t get enough sleep :’) you should just be glad I haven’t started thinking about death. Then we’d be in trouble :’)
I’ll feel better tomorrow :)

Wherever You Will Go

I don’t want to grow up. I know it’s a getting a bit late to be worrying about it, but I’ve worried about it since I was about 13 anyway :’)
The fact that I’ve only got two years of school left makes me sadder than anything else - also because it means I’m closer to death, which scares the hell out of me.
One of the main things is that I don’t want to lose touch with people. We’re all going to go off to different Universities, or to work or gap years etc. And I feel like I’ll never see them again, and even if I do it’ll never be the same as it was, it’ll never be this fun again.
So I think it’s change that I’m scared of - which makes my decision to go to kegs completely mad :’)
I want to go to mayflower now because I suppose that will make me feel like I can spend as long as I possibly can with my friends before time is up. It’s like there’s a ticking clock in the back of my mind saying, less than two years now, and then you’ll never see these people ever again. But I’ve missed too much work and kegs is a good school so I suppose it’s best to stay there.
I think the reason I’ve started thinking about all of this again is because I’ve made new friends and that just makes me think of how little time I have left to spend with them. I had no idea friends were so important to me :’) which sounds terrible.
I don’t want to lose touch with anyone that I currently now know. The people I’ve made friends with are the people I want to see everyday, and if I can’t, then I want to see them as often as possible, because they are the nicest people I’ve ever known - but then I’d worry that they wouldn’t want to see me :’)
But after being told several times by a few people that I’m awesome, I think I’m starting to believe them ;D so hopefully they won’t mind me texting them every weekend asking if they want to do something, because I miss them :’)

Have just counted - 100 weeks until the first week that most universities will start in 2013 (when me and my friends will be starting uni) That’s fricking scary. 100 weeks? That’s 100 weekends when I can see my friends. That’s nothing!
I’m going to go and cry now.

Awesomeosity is your middle name. ..well, no, it isn’t - but it might as well be :)

Oh my god, these last two nights have been Awe. Some. :D
Random sidenote - I said to S&C “Watching The Big Bang Theory with your friends is so much better than by myself, because they actually laugh at it!” and they immediately said “YOUR friends.” :’)
I need to get used to that :D
We watched films, we ate tons of wonderful crap, and we played balderdash. I always have the time of my life when I’m with those dudes xD I’m going to ask my parents if I can have a sleepover next time in the next holidays, may have to bribe my father, but I’m sure it’ll be fine :’)
Ahh I miss them all already :( I wish I went to their school now; I’m dreading monday - mean girls moment here we come :’)

(Reblogged from jazzmonster)


Kieran’s got a girlfriend!! It’s so cute! :D

The way I talk about it makes it sound like he’s twelve or something :’)

Me and the parents are very happy with this, because his last girlfriend was a complete whore not a very nice person :/ and when they were going out it wasn’t really proper anyway and she never wanted to see him.

So this is good news! :):)

Needless to say, after checking facebook I informed the parents for him, y’know, just so he doesn’t have to worry about it ;)

Mother said “Good for him!” and Dad said “Cor, he’s a fast worker!” :’)


I think there is one sure way you can tell when you’re good friends with someone - if you start a conversation on facebook / msn and you don’t start with ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’ you just launch straight into the randomness that is created by your awesome minds combined.

I’m very happy to say that currently I have discovered three extra people in my life who have joined me in this happy little realm of ‘jumping straight into random crap as the beginning of your conversation.’

Just so you know, it’s awesome.

And so are they. :)

House-parties, Homework and Hand-cramp.

(Cor that title worked out well didn’t it?! :’))

I had an awesome weekend last week :D Josh’s party was amaaaazing - although it shows how unfit I am as I got about 5 stitches from dancing :’)

Sunday was gooood because I had so much less homework than usual xD so I could sit around in my pyjamas for most of the day :D

Today was also pretty awesome sauce, as my English presentation went well and is now out of the way. It was just really good in general actually, people speaking to me and what-not :) :)

However for some reason I’ve had constant hand cramp since about friday morning - I have no idea what I’ve done! I didn’t think I was writing that much… and I also had a cut on my finger that I didn’t realise was a cut, I thought it was glue, so I started scratching it trying to get it off - I just made it bigger :S lovely.

and just to add onto my last post about normality - I hate rollercoasters. I didn’t used to. But recently I’ve found I realllyyyyy dislike them. Not because I’m scared, but I just can’t be bothered with them. I just don’t see the point :’)

There we go - fifth reason I’m not normal.


Normality has always escaped me somewhat. I have not only just realised this - I have known for a while :’)
Firstly, I do not follow the normal ways of ‘girl.’ I am/was a severe tomboy, but I think recently, year 11 in particular I have become more neutral on the matter :) so to begin - I hate clothes shopping. With a passion. I physically detest shoe shopping in particular - I get tired, irritable and ultimately suicidal by the end :/
The usual girl reaction to shopping is ‘ooh yay I’ve been dying to get…’ and so on, whereas mine is ‘oh god. Will I have to try anything on? PLEASE don’t put me in a dress.’
That leads onto my second point - dresses. My friends practically had to force me into a dress for my 16th :’) I didn’t even start wearing a skirt to school until the end of year 10. So yet again, not normal.
Thirdly, make-up. I am allergic, yes - and I used this as an excuse (successfully) until January 2011 when I finally gave in to peer pressure (“you HAVE to wear it for your birthday Beth!”) and found some hypoallergenic stuff. It always freaked me out, I called it ‘goop’ - disgusting stuff, made me *shudder.*
Plus, I always felt that when my school friends said to me ‘oh why not? It’ll look really nice, you’ll look so pretty’ etc etc. That made me think, hm. So are you saying I look terrible now? You can’t bear to look at me so you need me to wear make up so you don’t vomit every time you see my face? :’)
I don’t get what’s so great about make-up anyway.
Slightly different - over the past five ish years I have switched between innocence and dirtymindedness :’) I was dirtyminded year 7 and then when people were like ‘omg Beth you’re so dirtyminded!’ I would switch - year 8+9 were innocent stages, then everyone was like ‘aw Beth you’re so innocent!’ I switched to dirtyminded again for year 10 and then year 11 was complete innocence. Well, towards the end of yr11 until now has sort of been a mix of the two :’) I think I’ve balanced it out xD but usually more of one comes out than the other, depending on who I’m with :’) - see now normal people are either one or the other, they don’t switch when they’re worried about what people think of them.
So there we go, four ways in which I am not normal. (There are probably more than four that I could list later..) But who cares? Normal is boring.