Werewolves of London!
I was just listening to the brilliance that is this song, when I remembered being slightly drunk on our last night in The Lake District, wandering around the caravan park in the rain and the dark, repeatedly going:
Aaaa-whooo! Werewolves of London!
Because it was a full-moon. And thinking I was hilariously, side-splittingly funny.
(And, if you are a certain girl with a name beginning with 'A', one of the tags is just for you ;) )
Showing posts with label good day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good day. Show all posts
12 Apr 2010
18 Feb 2010
It's a blue, bright blue, Saturday.
I went to Scotland for a few days. It was beautiful. Sometimes the sea and the sky were the same color and you couldn't tell which was which, like the vanishing point.
30 Jan 2010
Mediation on Memory.
(How posh is that title?)
I was thinking today about how appaling I am at PE, and about how, at good-old Alcester High School I was always picked last when the teachers let individual students pick their teams.
BIG CONFESSION: It never actually bothered me.
I was 15, I think I'd realised that I was about as much use to my team as a stuffed teddy bear. I used to play a little game with myself when we played basketball: I'd see how long I could stand on the same spot on the court without moving before my team yelled at me. Even my PE Teachers used to take pity and let me sit on the stage and read my books during lessons of lacrosse.
My freind Alice wasn't much better than me, and so when the team-picking happned we'd stand by eachother like conjoined twins and say that we came as a pair and had to be picked as such. It was amusing to annoy other (sporty) people in that maner.
Hahaha.
Anyway.
Useless post.
PS: I'm going to see the last night of Arabian Nights tonight. I'm expecting greatness.
I was thinking today about how appaling I am at PE, and about how, at good-old Alcester High School I was always picked last when the teachers let individual students pick their teams.
BIG CONFESSION: It never actually bothered me.
I was 15, I think I'd realised that I was about as much use to my team as a stuffed teddy bear. I used to play a little game with myself when we played basketball: I'd see how long I could stand on the same spot on the court without moving before my team yelled at me. Even my PE Teachers used to take pity and let me sit on the stage and read my books during lessons of lacrosse.
My freind Alice wasn't much better than me, and so when the team-picking happned we'd stand by eachother like conjoined twins and say that we came as a pair and had to be picked as such. It was amusing to annoy other (sporty) people in that maner.
Hahaha.
Anyway.
Useless post.
PS: I'm going to see the last night of Arabian Nights tonight. I'm expecting greatness.
8 Oct 2009
& I Said, What About Breakfast At Tiffany's?
Wow!!
For the first time since starting AGS, I have had some glimmer of why I'm there. It also coincided with a bit of an epiphany on the Uni front.
But, first to the day.
I got called back in history, (a subject which I've already been told my Summer Project was the best in the class (God, I'm such a little history nerd)) by Miss E, and she said that she wanted to use my first essay on The Coalition Government as an 'example of excellence' to the class. Well. I was pretty chuffed, but also a bit awkward, as no-one wants to be a real goody-goody on the first homework. But then she asked me to make a bunch of changes for tomorrow so she could do it, and I thought, 'well, it wan't that excellent was it?'
But anyway, happiness there. And then me and Wally were late for tutor 'cuz we'd been eating fairycakes at my house, and so when we went to apologise to our tutor, she told me that she'd read a peice of work I'd done for Language, that Mrs BS had given her, and that it was really good. She called me a clever girl, (which was, actually, a little bit patronising.) But still. I finally feel like I'm making some kind of progress.
And then last night, there was a University Discovery. I have no-go areas for uni:
I don't want to go to the North of England.
I don't want to go to Oxford or Cambridge (even if I did have a hope in hell of getting even close to the grades)
I don't want to go to London.
I don't want to go to Wales - cuz I don't really like the accent (sorrrryyyy)
I don't want to go to Scotland APART from Edinborough, which is second on my choices.
I don't want to stay close to home.
So really, it's not going to be very easy. But, one place I've always wanted to go to is Exeter. For one main reason:
JK Rowling went there. For me, as you can see from above, that is a good enough reason to want to go, because I'm going to try and emulate her if I can. Butttt, last night, my Dad discovered two more reasons that I should go:
1) They are 5th in The Sunday Times uni guide for English Lit (the course I want to do)
2) If you study Lit there, you spend the second year at an American or Canadian uni.
Now, I LOVE America. I want to live there when I grow up. I've travelled around 46 states, and I'm doing the rest at Easter. This would be a dream come true. So, my Dad booked us a tour around the campus on Wednesday 28th October, so I can get a feel for it, cuz it won't be long till I start having to make big decisions.
As everyone keeps telling me.
God.
This is a long post, and I will sign off now, as I have to go and interveiw my Grandad for my Language Coursework. I'll let you know how it goes.
For the first time since starting AGS, I have had some glimmer of why I'm there. It also coincided with a bit of an epiphany on the Uni front.
But, first to the day.
I got called back in history, (a subject which I've already been told my Summer Project was the best in the class (God, I'm such a little history nerd)) by Miss E, and she said that she wanted to use my first essay on The Coalition Government as an 'example of excellence' to the class. Well. I was pretty chuffed, but also a bit awkward, as no-one wants to be a real goody-goody on the first homework. But then she asked me to make a bunch of changes for tomorrow so she could do it, and I thought, 'well, it wan't that excellent was it?'
But anyway, happiness there. And then me and Wally were late for tutor 'cuz we'd been eating fairycakes at my house, and so when we went to apologise to our tutor, she told me that she'd read a peice of work I'd done for Language, that Mrs BS had given her, and that it was really good. She called me a clever girl, (which was, actually, a little bit patronising.) But still. I finally feel like I'm making some kind of progress.
And then last night, there was a University Discovery. I have no-go areas for uni:
I don't want to go to the North of England.
I don't want to go to Oxford or Cambridge (even if I did have a hope in hell of getting even close to the grades)
I don't want to go to London.
I don't want to go to Wales - cuz I don't really like the accent (sorrrryyyy)
I don't want to go to Scotland APART from Edinborough, which is second on my choices.
I don't want to stay close to home.
So really, it's not going to be very easy. But, one place I've always wanted to go to is Exeter. For one main reason:
JK Rowling went there. For me, as you can see from above, that is a good enough reason to want to go, because I'm going to try and emulate her if I can. Butttt, last night, my Dad discovered two more reasons that I should go:
1) They are 5th in The Sunday Times uni guide for English Lit (the course I want to do)
2) If you study Lit there, you spend the second year at an American or Canadian uni.
Now, I LOVE America. I want to live there when I grow up. I've travelled around 46 states, and I'm doing the rest at Easter. This would be a dream come true. So, my Dad booked us a tour around the campus on Wednesday 28th October, so I can get a feel for it, cuz it won't be long till I start having to make big decisions.
As everyone keeps telling me.
God.
This is a long post, and I will sign off now, as I have to go and interveiw my Grandad for my Language Coursework. I'll let you know how it goes.
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