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University again

2008-09-23T23:40:00.003+01:00

Today, once again Vicky and I ventured into the depths. I'd like to point out that she whacked me really hard on my arm in a twisted version of "hello" as soon as she saw me. She's all spazzy cause she accidently friend requested some guy she was stalking on facebook. Fortunately, all seems to have quieted down on that front, and the guy doesn't think she's a freak. Yet.

Today there were a few fairs on, fresher's fair, community fair and change the world fair. It was pretty funky, we got tonnes of freebies. We're a bit lonely, cause it's just the two of us for now, but hopefully we have our induction on thursday and we'll make more friends then.

Tomorrow is the Jobs fair and volunteering fair, but we're going in kinda late, because I'm lazy.

Oh, I think I saw Luke today! But I'm not sure....WHO EVEN KNOWS?

I had maths class in the evening, it was swell it was.

Universityyy

2008-09-23T00:09:00.002+01:00

So I'm not feeling like blogging, but I should write some stuff about uni.

On Saturday, Vicky and I went to FOCSOC welcome day, which is for freshers off campus. We were late cause I wanted to get a planner from selfridges, but that's fine cause it was worth it, the planner's gorgeous. It's got pictures of cats on it. The cats are playing rock music.

Anyway, we made our way to the guild, talking to some random people on the way, vicky tried to limbo and failed, I laughed. We went down into the basement of the guild, which was like a haunted house, and then there was this room with a load of people our age in it.

The guy organising it gave us stickers, mine was "Ron Weasley" and Vicky's was "Clyde," and then we had to find our partners. I managed to find Harry, and Vicky found Bonnie and we had a short conversation with them, before mosying off into the "Sutton and Erdington" group.

The purpose of the group was so we could share taxis on our way back from the nights out...that none of us wanted to go to. vicky was like "I'd rather sleep" and it's so not my scene, so we were both out. We made friends with a couple of people, some people were cool, some people were nice, some people were a little confused by us, but oh well.

Anyway, we're going back in tomorrow, hopefully we'll have a nice time and maybe meet some people we know!

okay

2008-09-07T01:24:00.001+01:00

I think I let things get a little out of perspective before. It's good to have friends that ground you, I just forget that sometimes. I'm lucky, really.

Today was a good day, I'm smiling.

2008-09-05T00:43:00.002+01:00

The madness slowly takes it's toll, lunging at me from behind the monitor when I least expect it. Four days without fanfictions, without so much as thinking of fanfictions, and I am not sure how much longer my sanity can hold up for.
I pacify my cravings for escapism with other medias, but another twenty six days of this may drive me over the edge. If i seem crazier than normal, you can assume the worst.
I really like sleeping. A lot. More than you'd think. It's nice when it's dark.

On another, just as blackening topic, I have a driving lesson tomorrow. If I don't pass my test soon, I'm going to have to take up residence in my wardrobe. Letters can be addressed to "The mirrored wardrobe" and slid between the gap of the door and the side of the wardrobe. I can make a nest in the coats, and sleep standing up; it wont be so bad.

I just ate a banana, and now the skin is empty. I wonder how it feels to be an empty banana skin. All your life you have a banana in you, you label yourself a banana, but then the banana is gone, and suddenly you're this "skin" you're just a covering not the real thing, not even half the real thing. You have this big identity shock right after you lose the only thing you could ever call family. Then you slowly blacken and rot. What a life.

Istanbul was nice but i feel the blue mosque could have been bluer. I haven't heard from Rachel or Kim in a long time. Rachel's on holiday somewhere, she should have gotten back today. Maybe she's mad that I missed her birthday party. I thought she would be happy since I paid a lot of attention to her gift, but she hasn't said anything, no messages or emails or anything. And I haven't spoken to Kim since results day, it's kinda hard to since she's glued to her boyfriend. Not that I blame her, that's normal I suppose. I figured out recently the reason all my friends think I hate boys, the reason I act like I do. It's because subconciously, I've always known that there's a part of my friend's lives that is completely separate from mine, the dating part specifically. It's something I can't understand, that I can't be a part of, and that I can't relate to, and I always knew sooner or later it was going to evolve, and become a bigger part. I suppose it boils down to them moving on, while I stay in the same place. I feel like that a lot, but I don't think it's a unique situation to me. I'm sure lots of people, maybe even the same friends, feel like that.

I've been feeling kind of stupid recently actually. I don't know why. Well I do, but I don't think the reasons are valid at all. I feel like I want to go on an identity holiday, you know, a holiday from being myself? Or maybe it's just late. I do get kinda whiney at night. It's a good thing no one's online

food.

2008-08-16T20:29:00.001+01:00

i'm hungry

1.28 AM

2008-08-08T01:28:00.000+01:00

(01:05:18) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: oh my goodness sarakins
(01:05:22) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you#'re still here??
(01:06:18) SarahPuffles: kath aht
(01:06:19) SarahPuffles: 1I m
(01:06:21) SarahPuffles: sorry
(01:06:22) SarahPuffles: fingers
(01:06:23) SarahPuffles: sleepy
(01:06:24) SarahPuffles: finers
(01:06:25) SarahPuffles: yo know
(01:06:27) SarahPuffles: when fingers get sleepy
(01:06:29) SarahPuffles: they make mistakes
(01:06:31) SarahPuffles: poor fingers :(
(01:06:33) SarahPuffles: how are you kat hat?
(01:06:39) SarahPuffles: Are you even there?
(01:06:44) SarahPuffles: am I talking to myself? *cries quietly*
(01:06:46) SarahPuffles: All alooooooooone
(01:06:51) SarahPuffles: there's no one hereeee besidee mmmeeeee
(01:06:57) SarahPuffles: I don't even know the rest of the song
(01:07:00) SarahPuffles: what a sad situation.
(01:07:01) SarahPuffles: *weeps*
(01:11:15) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lol so sosssrry
(01:11:19) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarakins I am there
(01:11:25) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I just went off to the bathroom..:$
(01:11:33) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?!
(01:11:42) SarahPuffles: she went to the bathroom! *to crowd&*
(01:11:44) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?
(01:11:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: the bathroom..:P
(01:11:50) SarahPuffles: Yes the bathroom. Now don't worryk kids, she came back!
(01:11:58) SarahPuffles: kids: if you say so miss sarah lady
(01:12:04) SarahPuffles: sarah: *friendly smile* don't worry!
(01:12:06) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: how was your day?? why are you still not in bed??
(01:12:16) SarahPuffles: pfft youre not the boss of me
(01:12:17) SarahPuffles: i can stay up
(01:12:19) SarahPuffles: if i want!
(01:12:22) SarahPuffles: I can stay up ALLLL Night
(01:12:24) SarahPuffles: if i want
(01:12:29) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: ooooooooooooh
(01:12:32) SarahPuffles: I think the question is KATHAT
(01:12:36) SarahPuffles: why aren't YOU asleep
(01:12:37) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lolams that;s lovely to know
(01:12:38) SarahPuffles: since it's my house.
(01:12:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: since I'm going to work tomorrow..:p
(01:12:55) SarahPuffles: Is it me?
(01:12:57) SarahPuffles: or is it hot in here
(01:13:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: because..I wanted to finish Nadja :$
(01:13:00) SarahPuffles: is it hot in oldbury?
(01:13:02) SarahPuffles: or old ham..
(01:13:03) SarahPuffles: where you live..
(01:13:09) SarahPuffles: that place. it's old.. I knwo that much..
(01:13:10) SarahPuffles: i think.
(01:13:20) SarahPuffles: I don't even know what number you live at KATCHAR!
(01:13:27) SarahPuffles: omg
(01:13:32) SarahPuffles: so i gosh kat
(01:13:39) SarahPuffles: Yesterday I was thinking about what you said
(01:13:42) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:13:44) SarahPuffles: about that lineee..
(01:13:49) SarahPuffles: by breton I think
(01:13:49) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I live on 38 broadway
(01:13:51) SarahPuffles: about the trees
(01:13:56) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: line? which line??oO
(01:13:56) SarahPuffles: 38! that's a lovely number!
(01:14:02) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yyyeees :D
(01:14:04) SarahPuffles: it's very sensible, but fun too
(01:14:07) SarahPuffles: Anyway
(01:14:09) SarahPuffles: I had this IMAGE in my head
(01:14:20) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:14:59) SarahPuffles: of a green hilltop, covered in shadow, but at the top, the first ray of sunrise streaming through, and people at the top, walking along, with the light behind them, like silleuettes
(01:15:51) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sillhouettes* :P
(01:15:55) SarahPuffles: And then.. the sea down below...colouring the air salty..
(01:15:57) SarahPuffles: and gosh I got so sad
(01:15:57) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: that's lovely sarakins,...
(01:16:03) SarahPuffles: because I wanted to be there so much! I wanted to be one of those people1
(01:17:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh...
(01:17:13) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarah you have an incredible imagination...
(01:17:21) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: really, you do!!!
(01:17:22) SarahPuffles: I wanted to see it.. feel the cold night be chased away by the sun..
(01:17:27) SarahPuffles: taste the salt on my lips!!
(01:17:36) SarahPuffles: squint into the skyline..
(01:17:41) SarahPuffles: WAAAAH I'M GETTING SAD AGAIN JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
(01:17:52) SarahPuffles: booooo. fueeee. this is your fault kathat :(
(01:18:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: woah woooaaah sarakins :P
(01:18:13) SarahPuffles: I want a skyyyyyyy Kat
(01:18:23) SarahPuffles: So I saw an old lady today
(01:18:24) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: hang on...you want to go to the seaside, sarah??
(01:18:29) SarahPuffles: yes.. and no
(01:18:37) SarahPuffles: I want.. you know
(01:18:39) SarahPuffles: you know....
(01:18:44) SarahPuffles: that time you were at the beach
(01:18:51) SarahPuffles: and you were on the top of the...hill...cliff... looking down?
(01:18:52) SarahPuffles: I want tAHT!
(01:19:02) SarahPuffles: I want to see it and breath it!
(01:19:10) SarahPuffles: I love my garden.. but I want more than this little SQUARE of greenery
(01:19:22) SarahPuffles: this little suburban, tamed rectangle
(01:21:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh sarah it's such a lovely dream..:)
(01:21:40) SarahPuffles: You know what I forgot...
(01:21:43) SarahPuffles: i forgot the wind.....
(01:21:50) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: what??
(01:21:56) SarahPuffles: the wind at the sea is so alive!! so rough and ..playful. :)
(01:22:05) SarahPuffles: the way it pulls at your clothes, like it's a little child...
(01:22:09) SarahPuffles: and it wants you to run with it
(01:22:11) SarahPuffles: WAAAAAAAAA
(01:22:14) SarahPuffles: fuuueeeee boooo :(
(01:23:30) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you know what sarah???
(01:23:39) SarahPuffles: WHAT!?
(01:23:59) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: You should put all wonderful and unfulfilled ideas in LQ..:):)
(01:24:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I'm sorry I'm sooo tired I gtg to bed now okay???:(
(01:24:36) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: talk to yo tomorrow hioopefully and do forgive my lack of attenton this evening
(01:24:57) SarahPuffles: you know what...
(01:25:00) SarahPuffles: I already did :P
(01:25:12) SarahPuffles: Its nice to know we're on the same wavelength.
(01:25:24) SarahPuffles: Ill catch you later, whenever that is :D Sorry about the insanity, I get tired. xxxxxxxxxx
(01:25:30) SarahPuffles: enjoy work! if possible..

The Saga Recommences!

2008-07-31T17:49:00.005+01:00

So I haven't updated for the last few days, but I HAVE been with the action making. Oh yes. As you can see, this is the site about three days ago when I started digging, and then realised it was far too dry. I had to move the frame, obviously, because the frame has to be slightly sunk in, thus the dug out section must be larger than the frame.

Behold the new and prettier sign! Some people mentioned lack of colour, so THERE YOU GO.
Now, this is what the site looks like TODAY, after having been dug out, and then having the grass put back in, upside down. I'm just supposed to leave that now... On the sides, you can see stones that I picked out. Cause there were too many stones!

In a different part of the garden, on an unrelated note, here are my onions! They're just regular cooking onions that started growing, instead of cooking, so I planted them. They look like they might flower. It's a bit tricky to see, but I've got the staked up, else they'll flop all over the place. Also, slugs LOVE THEM. To slugs, onions are like.. candy floss. Irresistable. Seriously. I put down pellets, thinking I would find a few dead slugs, but there were about TWENTY. And that was only the first time. I did it again a few days ago and there were still about ten! Where do they come from? I don't know. I feel bad killing them, but what can I do?

Here are my extremely stylish wellies, covered in dust, and being glared at by Olive, who you can see in the top right hand corner.

THIS is a beautiful poppy that I grew. it's MAGNIFICIENT, no? You thought poppies were always red? WRONG. This is a gorgeous one. Unfortunately, they have short lives, and three days after this picture was taken (TODAY) the petals all fell. I picked them up and stuck them in the back of my diary :) Coincidentally, all the petals I find in good condition, I stick in the front of my favourite books :)

That's all for now!!! OH also I planted some radish seeds in a pot. We'll see how that goes.

The Saga Experiences a Mild Delay

2008-07-28T16:26:00.005+01:00

So.. basically the next step in Project vegetable patch, was to dig out the grass.. unfortunately, due to the high temperatures and lack of rain, it's pretty much impossible. Thus I will have to wait a few days, for it to rain.

it SAID it was going to rain today! But nothing! not even a little shower.
So the NEW plan, is to go to the shops tomorrow and buy seeds, pesticides, compost (maybe) and get a book or two out of the library to do with gardening. And one about poetry you can read in the garden. I thought that might be a nice thing to do while I wait for it to rain.

Anyway, here are some photos of the garden instead, I took them about a month ago, but not much has changed.

These are our chives, which have flowered this year, they've got this lovely purple flowers that you can see, which produce seeds that drop on the pavement and then grow like weeds... so yeah. We can't eat them fast enough :P The sun is setting here, so it's turning some of them pink.

Chives again. Gosh, who would have thought a herb could be so pretty?

This is.. an unnamed plant. It's kinda boring if you want my opinion. Lots of little flowers.

This is quite nice, it's these red flowers (who knows what they are) shot through with wild long grasses. As a matter of fact, right now, they're shot through with LOADS of lavender. I might take a picture. Then again, there aren't so many red flowers now :P

Now my poppies! Many of you have heard of my poppy woes, mainly that they do not transplant well at all :( However, they're doing pretty well in the pot, some more opened today. So here's a nice picture.

And here's one of the new ones that opened today. I planted a mixture of poppy seeds, so most of them are different.

And this is the one I am proudest of! Basically, I started growing them in this ice cream tub but unfortunately, when I transplanted the bigger ones OUT of the tub, many of the remaining ones died, or became very small. However, this one, which is actually quite tiny, produced a lovely flower! It's white and pink. *smiles* I'm so proud of it!

Anyway, enough of me being a complete loser. Lol. What am I talking about? I never stop being a complete loser. Let's name my top five activities: gardening, reading, video games, writing a book where nothing happends and reading fanfiction. Hoyes.

Anyway. Enjoy the summer. :)

The Saga Begins!

2008-07-26T17:27:00.003+01:00

This summer, I'm trying to make a vegetable patch! It's going to take a while, so I'll keep you updated here, with photos (if the batteries in my camera hold out :P) and stuffs!

Today, I started. I'm hoping to convert a patch of grass behind some shrubs to a vegetable patch. It'll be hidden by the shrubs so you shouldn't be able to see it from the house, but there should still be plenty of sunlight!

Here is the ever so professional sign that I made. It looks like it's painted in blood, I know :P

And here's the site SO FAR.
WISH ME LUCK

Quote of the week

2008-07-22T20:43:00.001+01:00

Me: My mom's abandoned me! She's gone! Gooooooone. I'm all alone.
Zara: She's only gone to Spiceland....

oh that hirah girl

2008-07-21T21:24:00.001+01:00

(21:22:38) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: when you're all old
(21:22:45) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: YOU CAN BE LIKE
(21:23:07) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: *@ GRANDCHILD* PLAY WITH YOUR COUSIN *pushes grandchild towards a sunflower*

lupe velez

2008-07-02T00:03:00.001+01:00

Gosh, you wouldn't believe what just happened to me.

So I was really depressed about something, and my mom had had a bit of a go, and I was all sad, so I was in my room and I decided to go into my wardrobe. It's not like I normally do, but I figured it might be good to go in there and have a good cry.

Anyway, I get in the wardrobe, it's a slidey door one, with the lights off and the door slides shut and there I am. About twenty minutes pass, and I decide it's time to get out of the wardrobe, so I push the door to slide it and it opens, about two inches. Which is not big enough for me to get out.

So I'm like "Oh shit" because I'm stuck in a freaking wardrobe.

There are a few suggestions my mind throws up.
a. Call my mom.
However, since I've been crying for the last twenty minutes, I'm not looking so hot, not to mention that she'll wonder WHY I was in the wardrobe.
b. Call my brother.
Ditto my mom, as well as being mocked for being stuck in a wardrobe.
c. Stay there until morning.
But you know, I would still be discovered eventually, and also what if I needed the toilet?

And I'm like, what if they think I've been abducted because they can't find me? What if they think I've run away? I should have padded my bed so it looked like I was sleeping there.

So I try to push the door open a bit more, but it wont budge and Im really scared I'm going to break it so I stop. I'm fairly sure there's something in the way of it, so I try to feel around (cursing myself for turning out the light) for any obstructions, but I come up blank.

And it's been about another ten minute, and I'm still stuck. I wonder how long it will take for anyone to notice. And THEN finally, I realise that I've PUSHED some of my clothes into the door, stopping it from moving!! Elated, I move the clothes and push the door, rushing out into the fresh air. FREEEEEDOM.

Anyway. I feel much better about everything now.

Career Options

2008-06-11T21:33:00.003+01:00

Sarah: I think I'd be a good teacher. But getting a job sounds like a lot of work. *To Mother* You'll support me, wont you?
Mom: Yes. *smile*
Sarah: I mean, you'll support me with money, so I don't have to get a job, right?

This totally is accurate

2008-05-26T19:07:00.002+01:00

Stubbornability

2008-05-24T16:57:00.001+01:00

Today, I repotted my Azelea which was still sulking, in the garden where it can hopefully have a jolly good time. I also adopted a small pine-like tree as my bonsai tree. It's very small. but it seems to be like that because it's in such a small pot, not because it's a bonsai tree. Is that cheating?

Mum spent a good hour and a bit calling Olive while she sat on the step and Olive lounged a few metres away. Mum was insistent that if she just varied her tone, or continued for long enough, Olive would heed her. It was not to be. I can't believe my mum has so much time on her hands.

school is ova

2008-05-16T20:53:00.001+01:00

I love study leave. It gives me so much time to do nothing. No troublesome school to get in the way of utter nothingness.

(23:06:31) Minal: yes... im dropping out of school and not turning up to all my exams just because u told me to do something
(23:06:48) SarahPuffles: minal
(23:06:51) SarahPuffles: you can't drop out of school
(23:06:54) SarahPuffles: school is over.. remember..

Study Leave= Extended Internet Time

2008-05-11T20:41:00.002+01:00

I was sitting, after watching the entire first season of Black Books, the extras, the outtakes, and the first episode with commentary, and I realised that oh my god I am a loser.

A buffer is a weak acid and it's salt. It opposes small changes in pH. If you drink acid, you die. That last bit I didn't learn from a textbook, it's just common sense.

NATURE!

2008-04-22T21:35:00.005+01:00

Here are two photos I took yesterday.

Do you know the story about the tulip? Everyone knows it really.
Basically, Sarah bought a tulip bulb, well, the guy didn't charge her because she looked so pitiful, buying a single tulip bulb. And her mother didn't believe it would grow, but it DID.
We've been placing bets on what colour it would be, and so HERE IT IS.

It's PEACH. With white on the edges. Isn't it goooorgeous? I think so too. I'm so proud, my first tulip!! I hope it grows back next year!

Here's the second photo, it's a bad one, you might have to open the picture in a new window to make it big enough. See the fence covered in ivy? The bit above the reflection of the picture of the sunflowers has a baby fox sleeping on it!! It was SO CUTE. I had to take a picture, even though it's rubbish quality.

Now Open to the Public

2008-04-21T21:42:00.001+01:00

I've decided that since I'm a bit difficult to get a straight answer out of, it might be an idea to let all my friends have access to my blog, previously the address was a badly kept secret. However, now all my friends know it, so I'll be keeping my entries a little more politically correct. No more talking about my sleazy sex life, mkay?

So, ah, Welcome, I guess :)

The Gardener Diaries. Part Two

2008-04-20T17:39:00.004+01:00

I could hardly sleep last night, thinking about the lack of composting being done in my composter. I mean it's like having a dish washer and putting your dirty dishes there but not turning it on. Or having a laptop and not using it. The lack of productivity is just heinous.

Olive woke me up this morning at nine o'clock, making a sound like a food processor for reasons unknown. But enough of this, to the point.

At approximately three forty, I put on my coat, welllies, outdoor headscarf and headed for the door.
Now my plan was to empty the composter of the little detritus it contained, dig up the earth and replant it, before refilling it with it's contents, cursing the gardener the whole time. The first problem I encountered was lack of shovel.

The Lack of Shovel Problem
Basically, lack of shovel put a bit of a hole in my plans. I could hardly dig up the earth with my little spade, nor could I effectively plant the composter.
First stop was the shed.
Or should it be: The Shed.

Otherwise known as the End Of The World For Junk We don't Want to Get Rid of. You know what I'm talking about. When you have items that you don't use and don't want to clutter up your room, they first go to the landing, then maybe to the kitchen. Sometimes they'll get shoved in a cupboard, sometimes under someone's bed. Eventually they get sent to either the loft or the shed. In my house, it's the shed.

I unlocked the door and peered in, trying to ignore thoughts of creepy spiders creeping around and maybe jumping on my head and creeping around there, and instead very quickly did a search for a shovel. None was apparent. I braved the shed for a few more seconds, before turning tail.

I know, I showed cowardice in the face of danger. If this was Lord of the Rings, I would have been all "SURE SAURON! Have the shiny ring! Just don't make me go with the creepy spiders, mkay?!"I'm fairly disgusted with myself, I can tell you.

But I still didn't have a shovel, so I had to go to get one from the neighbours, unfortunately I was obstructed by momom.

Me: I'm going next door.
momom: why?
me: to get a shovel
momom: oh no, you're not doing anything like that.

Momom was concerned for my wellbeing, thought that shovelling compost was a dangerous activity, etc. She tried to convince me to let the gardener handle it. She was SO on his side. Obviously he'd got to her first. Luckily I explained carefully (with necessary drama) the situation and she became a late convert to the Sarah V Gardener cause, becoming quite vocal and enthusiastic by the end, and let me go get the shovel.

At the neighbours house
me: Please can I borrow your shovel?
neighbour: what for? the compost?
me: I'm going to kill someone! (elderly couple walk past and stare at us, I smile manically)
neighbour: Well the shovel might dent a bit, I suggest a knife.

I did get the shovel, however.

End: Lack of Shovel Problem

So I picked up the unsteady composter and pretty much threw it away, letting the grass cuttings inside flop over. Then I set to work digging a hole to put the composter in, for added contact with the worms.

The first problem was ..well I don't know how to use a shovel. I tried stepping on it and letting it sink into the soil like they do on tv, but I wasn't heavy enough and nothing happened. Eventually I settled for bracing myself against the shed (the outside isn't scary) and pushing against the top of the shovel, and in this way managed to get it in a bit. Eventually I made something of a hole. I began to sympathise with the Gardender a little bit. I mean, I was motivated by .. justice.. really, and even I didn't dig for as long as I could have. I mean the ground was SOLID. And my back really started to hurt, and the shovel was heavy! The Gardener isn't motivated by justice, he's motivated by money to spend half the year in Australia, as is his custom, and since he wasn't being paid more for the composter, it's understandable.

Eventually the composter was buried, the compost refilled, and the shovel returned.

Phew. At least it's clear that I won.

Like to see him mess with me again.

The Gardener Diaries.

2008-04-19T22:41:00.003+01:00

I do not know what my problem is! I am SUCH a mess for so many reasons. I mean I'm in good spirits because you know, it's all so stupid it's funny, but any minute now I'm going to have a breakdown. At least it'll be the hysterical laughing kind. I mean I'm kinda looking forward to it, you know? I bet my mum isn't.

The damn gardener and I are having a war. He doesn't know that I'm having a war with him at this point. I don't want to tell him because he'd either
a. Get annoyed and stop mowing our lawn,
b. get upset and stop mowing our lawn or
c. not hear me over the sound of the lawn mower.

It's like this, the gardener and I have never been on good terms, because he always appears in the garden when I'm not wearing my headscarf, because I don't wear it in the house, obviously. So he pops up all the time and I'm like "ARG! *falls out of chair."
But now it's personal.
See, I have a composter. And by that, I mean I have a hollow plastic cylinder with a lid and no bottom. You're supposed to 'plant' it in the ground, so the worms can get in , and it'll be steady an shit. HOWEVER the gardener, last year, when I got it, set it up before I could, and by set it up, i mean he just PUT it on some rocks (like you're supposed to do that!?!?!?) and was like "yes, it's done. "

I am so sure.

So then this year, he not only emptied it without first telling me but he AGAIN set it up, and put a load of grass in it. The problems are many fold.

1. You are supposed to PLANT IT. As I said! If you don't plant it, it wobbles. You know what I have now, a wobbling composter.
1b. In addition, the lack of planting, and the uneven ground means that there are some gaps between the bottom of the composter and the ground. So when I put in scraps, I get eggshells rolling out of the bottom.
1c. In addition to both of these points, the composter lacks stability if you don't 'plant' it. Therefore it's difficult to mix the contents of it without having the composter tipping over and spilling vegetable peelings all over the garden. Since mixing the compost is pretty much the second step in the important two step plan of composting, expecting compost without mixing is like expecting a snow day if you live on Mercury. It's not gonna happen.

2. You are supposed to 'work the earth' beneath the composter, so that the worms can get up from the soil into the compost and turn cucumber peel into soil. HOW ARE THE WORMS TO DO THIS IF THE GROUND IS ROCK HARD? Does he expect the worms to wear hard hats? The worms will not do this, I guarantee it.

On top of this, I mean hello, it's my composter. I get that he's a gardener (although I doubt he has a phD in horticulture) but it doesn't mean he should just DO things. I had a leaflet and everything! It totally told me what needed doing! He didn't even read the leaflet! (He didn't even ask if I had one.)

And I accepted this all last year, but he's done it AGAIN. And he's started filling it with grass so I can't even take it away, work the earth below and plant it properly. so he thinks! I will not be stopped by something so insignificant. Instead, I'm going to EMPTY the composter and start from scractch. He came today, so he wont be back for a few days.

Teach him to mess with my compost.

My Birthday Party!

2008-04-13T21:40:00.003+01:00

Transcript from a conversation that took place half way through typing this entry.
(we were talking about how we only gave the Smiths four slices of cake, but Alex's girfriend Cara is there so maybe it should have been five)
me: well if I had a boyfriend they wouldn't give us more cake.
mum: you don't have a boyfriend.
me: I might.
mum: you don't.
me: I could have a boyfriend.
mum: I know you have a girlfriend.
me: *panics* (YOU WHAT??????? HOW DOES SHE KNOW?)
mum: Olive are you Sarah's girlfriend?
me: *RELIEF* although now I think of it, as if Olive would be my gf. The idea is pretty stupid.

Today was my eighteenth birthday party! Tomorrow is my actual birthday but the party was today. The whole thing was a bit last minute, starting in the Easter holiday when mum bought me this really cute dress and I was like "hm, i should have a party to wear this at" and I'd been thinking of having a party but I wasn't sure what to do because of all the different friends I have and obligations to invite people I don't really like etc.
Anyway, on Monday, I asked people about days and we finally settled on Sunday, then on Tuesday I wrote invitations and handed them out. I invited Rachel, Kim, Nicola, Vicky, Fishy, Mohan, Ramjeet, Nandi, Mushana, Charlotte, Jeskirat, Hirah, Fatima, Alysha, Catherine, Neela, Abby, Kat and Minal. So like, twenty people. Before hand, I was freaking out because I'd only told mum I'd sent twelve invitations, which was true, however I'd also doubled some of the invites up, not to mention invited a few people verbally.
Today, first thing I woke up WORRIED, then I went downstairs and read some fanfic while I ate breakfast. Then I helped mum prepare! We'd gone super shopping to tesco and bought LOADS of food.
I made slices of carrots, cucumber and celery to dip in the dips, some cocktail sticks with olives and feta cheese, jelly butterflies and iced a cake. And I did lots of useful stuff in between.
Mum made Riaz and I samosas for lunch, then we went to this Sunday circle.
When we got back it was quarter past three and Rachel and Kim were supposed to come at half three, the others at four. I said goodbye to Riaz who was going back to uni, then I hopped into the shower.
I got out of the shower and Riaz and mum had left, and got into my dress (with jeans and a vest top underneath) and started talking to myself about how nothing was ready and freaking out a little bit cause Rachel and Kim weren't showing. I had just convinced myself I had to iron my vest stop, when they arrived and I pulled them in. They wwere like CALM DOWN SARAH, then Mush and Nandi called and were like "sorry we can't come" and I was torn between "well that sucks" and "at least now there wont be twenty people in my house."
Rachel and Kim set up base in my room, and helped straighten my hair and do my makeup cause I'm awful with it. Then Hirah arrived so I intro-ed her and proved that she's real!!
Hm, I'm not sure what happened after that. I went back downstairs and a few more people started arriving, Fatimah Junaid and her sister Asma, and then Vicky. I'd like to point out that even though I asked everyone to bring cushions, hardly anyone complied. Upsetting.

I opened a few gifts. Rachel made me this beautiful photo albumn with some great memories, and a lovely card as well, she ought to drop out and dedicate her time to that instead I say.
Hirah bought me a nice wall scroll, with Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi. I say Sakura but I'm really not sure she's there.. I was distracted by the others, obviously. Jeskirat arrived with chocolates which I will eat tomorrow, I suspect. Then Fishy arrived, although I think this is a bit out of order. I think they both arrived before the present opening, cause I remember fishy hitting my head with the wall scroll while I was looking at Rachel's gift.

Then, bizarrely, Rachel gave me a hat from her mum, which is like a cake with candles and plays "happy birthday" when you press the side. And I was wearing it and the door went so I sent someone to get it and they were like "there are children there!" and I was like "whatttt??? Children??" So I went there and it was Nasreen and her lovely children! I was so surprised! I mean yes on thursday I had repeatedly mentioned it was my birthday on monday, but I hadn't expected them to come and see me! They'd got me a lovely card. Hold on, I'll type it out.

"To Lovely Sara Moola on your 18th Birthday,

Happy Birthday Sarah.
Your a big girl now, seven years older than Maryam, ten years older than Haleema, twelve years older than Hamza and fourteen years older than Fatima. Ha ha ha. I know that would make you feel old. I hope you get what you want in your life and may Allah bless you with many more birthdays. Have a great day.

Lots o love, Maryam, Haleema, Hamza, Fatima and Family."

HOW SWEET IS THAT?!

Then the party continued, we danced in the rain a little bit, then we played table tennis. We ordered pizza chatted lots, spun around, raced etc. Good fun it was. I got pretty tired at the end though!!!

Anyway. When I started writing this I was kinda teary for two reasons. ONE I miss Riaz MASSIVELY, it just sucks that he doesn't live at home. I hate it. Two is my mum's card, here I'll type it out:

"A daughter brings happiness as she grows.
A daughter as lovely as you brightens every day in so many ways..
...and grows more and more special with every year..
So proud to have a daughter like you."

Anyway, I actually started crying and mum pretended not to notice.

So. A very fun day. :)

Wedding! Part Two!

2008-04-06T20:28:00.004+01:00

So day two of the wedding was a bit more vague than day one, where there had been an aim at least. This time we went there and I was immediately shoved once again to the girls house, where I found them all putting on makeup and such. They took a while to get ready, and then we went back to the bride's house where momom was still and they said something like "all the girls come and eat!" so I went to eat and it was VERY good. But it was in a garage as usual, so I was damn cold and shivering. After that, we flitted into the other two rooms, which were thankfully warmer. Mum was in one room with the ladies and I was in the other with the younger girls.
The bride was putting henna for the young girls which was nice, I like to watch, it's calming, I feel. I chattted a bit with a few people, but mainly just sat. Despite being a little boring, it was fun

Then yesterday was the actual wedding. one of my mum's friends dropped off a green indian outfit for me to wear, which was nice enough because I didn't have any. We went at lunchtime to set the tables, which was a bit of a wasted effort because there certainly were enough girls helping, but oh well.
The wedding started at six, and we got there. Riaz kindly said I looked like I was an old woman. i was wearing contact lenses and very high heels.
Inside, I couldn't ACTUALLY see very well. We milled around a little bit, mainly me trailing after mum and trying to find things to do to keep myself occupied. Eventually Zainab (a girl I went on hajj with, married into a family my mum is friends with) called me over because she didn't know anyone. We ate the food which was pretty good. Then the girl that I met at the Mendi found me, and was like "HI!" and I was like "well hello there."
For some reason she really took a shine to me and followed me a round for most of the evening. I told her lots of jokes, and then she told me some but they didn't really make sense. Then she wrote down her number for me on a napkin and I gave her my phone number too. She was a really nice kid...called me this morning actually. What a sweetie.
Then the bride came to meet us all, she looked really nice, wearing all red and gold. it's not my thing, but she was working it. Then she left, and we hung around for no real reason, cleaning up a little. Then we went outside and Riaz said "sorry auntie, have you seen my sister?" to me, and I glared muchly. At home, everyone was in great spirits. It was a very fun night.

In other news, my aunt and uncle brought my birthday present today. I don't know what it is, but i heard my mum saying "don't encourage her" so ... how interesting.

Oh oh, and in Naruto! Sasuke was all "yeah, you suck," and then RAN OFF AGAIN. For goodness sake. They are SO in denial. ONE TRUE PAIRING!

Wedding

2008-04-03T22:25:00.002+01:00

So about a month ago, mum told me I was invited to a wedding. The idea of a wedding is kinda annoying to me. Firstly, I never know who is getting married, like my mum is friends with them, and she drags me to see them all the time, but I don't know any of them intimately, and half the time I can't put names to faces. To be honest, I've known them since I was in nappies, so it's a pretty poor showing on my party.
Anyway, she did tell me who was getting married, but since the name held no significance to me, I promptly forgot. Luckily for me, I was able to get around that by asking simply about "the wedding" and never "so and so's wedding" which I personally think was quite ingenius.
The thing about muslim weddings, is they're longer than English weddings, and consist of many days. The first day is the mendi, where you put on henna. Actually the bride to be has it put on her, then her sisters, then her friends and finally the little kid in the corner draws a snowflake in the middle of her palm.

That's what I went to today, so I carefully stayed BEHIND mother, and let her lead to the house that I should have really known but didn't. And when we got in there, there were several aunties who quickly asked me if I wanted to go "to the other house." I politely enquired as to what was in the other house, and was told "everyone is there." So, it made me wonder who exactly all the people that were clearly in this house were. Anyway, they kept looking at me as though I oughtn't to be there, so I waited until a kid that I DO know was going (mainly through a mutual acquaintance: my cat) and then followed her. On the way, we talked about the one thing we have in common (my cat) and then arrived at the house which was again, familiar to me but don't ask who lives there.

Inside, I hung about in the hallway, trying to look as though I knew what I was doing, and observed that in the kitchen there was a chocolate fountain that no one appeared to be eating from. When I asked about it, they said they were going to take it to the lounge. There were about five people that I pretended to know, and then I went to the lounge. To my HORROR, the lounge was PACKED with people sitting and staring at the door that I just walked through. And NONE of the faces were familiar. Thankfully, as I wavered in the doorway, knowing that it would look ridiculous to leave again (and go where?) one of my mum's friends who I can bear talking to called me over.
The funny part is I was completely shocked to see her despite my mother having told me several times she was coming, but I'd blanked it out entirely.

I sat and chatted to her for about an hour or so, then I went to pray, and when I came back she had GONE, mysteriously, you know. Then I started watching this woman who's daughter was demanding that she did a henna pattern on her hand. HOWEVER, when the mother started, the daughter complained again and again and again until she took it herself. I amused myself by telling her the pattern looked like a. a duck b. a duck with many legs c. a cat d. a group of bees. Finally the mother asked me where I was from, and upon saying "sutton" she said : Oh! Are you Nafesa's daughter?
"Why yes, I am" I said. I HAVE NO NAME. I am known only as THE DAUGHTER.
Anyway, it turned out I knew her VAGUELY through my mother talking about her, but had never met her and we chatted for a bit.

THEN the original disappearing auntie's daughter returned and told me my mother wanted me, and then her son who is about eight, was like "comeooooon" and pretty much (okay not really at all) challenged me to a race, so I'm wearing this long denim skirt and since he had a head start it was okay to race properly, and FINALLY caught up with him, of course as we went past this group of adults. Luckily it was dark and I don't think they saw my face hahahahaha.

Back in the "Empty" house, momom and I ate with some other ladies, and then momom decided to sit down and PRAY in their house. I was like ... can't you pray in your OWN house?

So then on our way out we stopped by the "girls" house and these girls that I DO NOT KNOW were like "hi Sarah! Where have you been?" and I was all friendly and shizz and all the time thinking: who are you???????????

Then we went home and the boiler is bust.

What will tomorrow bring? I don't know.

Conspiracies

2008-03-25T23:19:00.003Z

So it's like, what, twelve o'clock and yeah I just got up an hour ago but I get hungry, breakfast isn't really filling, you know? So I wonder downstairs, maybe grab a banana or something. Then I head back up because you know, the kitchen is empty. Except for the computer, but she's not a sentient being, is she?

Then it's like, half twelve and I come back down because yeah now I'm properly hungry and the banana did nothing, except left a kinda papery feeling in my mouth that didn't go even after I rinsed with mouthwash and man did that taste bad. FAR too minty. It's gotta be like sweet minty. Not DANGEROUS minty. It's too spearmint, not enough peppermint. And don't even get me started on Dental pH cause that stuff is LETHAL. And the kitchen is still empty. Well I say empty. There's you know, washing that my mum will be all "sarah can you take the washing out?" which means can you take it out of the washing machine, sort it put it into the drier, wait for twenty minutes, take it out of the drier, put it on the radiator.
But there's no food up for grabs.
I return to my room.

One oclock, this is definitely time to eat. I'm not even able to put off eating by doing work or staring at the ceiling or writing fanfics and lemme tell you, you're in a bad way when you can't write fanfics. Seriously. Those things write themselves. Not, that I would know. So seriously, there is no action in the kitchen. None what so ever. The stove is empty, unless you count my mum filling them with water and leaving them on there so that I think for one second there is a chance of leftovers and then lift the lid and realise the deception.
I return upstairs.

One thirty comes around and I'm back in the kitchen, eating a satsuma. For goodness sake those things are pretty much just water. I'm just kidding myself.

It's generally at two that I crack, and start raiding the cupboards for something that I can make. I hate sandwiches so it's generally pasta, potatoes or fish. It takes about half an hour at which point my brother and mother both enter. My brother having only awoken two hours previously has eaten breakfast and smelt food and come down. My mother, realising her evil plan has come to fruition has come to wallow in triumph.

And then she's all "Aww you're so good, cooking for yourself" and I'm like DON'T THINK I'M FALLING FOR THIS.
It's SO difficult these days.

6AM this morning...

2008-03-24T07:16:00.002Z

Why... am I awake?
....
I was sleeping.. it was great.. and then and then.
Why?
Is there no justice in the world?
WHY BODY? why did you betray me like this?
What? You wanted to read Naruto Fanfics? But we DID that last night!
What do you mean that wasn't enough? WE HAVE READ PRETTY MUCH EVERY NARUTO FIC ON THE INTERNET.
An insatiable thirst?? what the hell?
For goodness sake, we were dreaming about Naruto. Wasn't that good enough?
Well couldn't you have just waited?
Argh.
Well that's just PEACHY.

Shoguns

2008-03-20T21:52:00.002Z

Today we (Vicky, Hirah, myself) finally managed to meet up. We've been planning it for months, since like.. December, pretty much, but then Hirah was having her January of studying, and we couldn't find a free weekend in February, but here we are!
Kim had a date with a boy (read as fictional cyborg) and thus Vicky and Fishy went to the cinema to stalk them first, but failed because they didnt turn up. Probably because Kim feared stalking or something. Anyway they met Nicola in Sutton. Nicola's preparing for university by buying recipe books. Can you imagine? She's preparing to go to university. She is preparing to be a student. God, I feel like I'm not really a person, half the time. Like I'm a comic character that only exists when they're making jokes, and doesn't really have a background story.
So I went to Chester Road station and waited for a bit. I had a great chat with the guy selling me tickets who it turns out spent six months in north africa doing what he thought was holiday repping and turned out to be arms smuggling. We discussed why babies are never hired for jobs and what a problem squirrels with switch knives are. Then there was this other guy who thought I went to his school, which I did, but I went about six years after him. Whatever, I must have one of those faces. We reminised a bit, and he said "sick" a lot which I figure must be a good thing.
I got on the train and we went to town. Vicky had her hair cut which was nice. We found Hirah hiding in WhSmiths and I literally glomped her. I felt my feet leave the floor which was totally the coolest. Marion was there too, with a bundle of yaoi for Vicky (you should have seen her eyes light up) and then Mohan turned up and off we went!
We headed to Shoguns, I was walking with Hirah and catching up. I love Hirah, she's a tremendously fun person to be around. You don't have to think about what you're saying or double meanings or crap, it's just randomness, pure and undiluted. I ordered a Yasai Yaki Soba, which the kind waiter taught me how to pronounce and I ate it ALL. I compensated from my lack of skill with the chopsticks by just holding the plate really close to my face. Hirah had prawns.
Sarah: Can I have a prawn?
Hirah: sure *gives breaded prawn*
S: *puts prawn in mouth, chews*
H: *continues eating*
S: Am I supposed to eat all of this?
H: NO! You can't eat the tail! It's inedible!
S: *panicking* Whaat?? What do I do with it???
H: spit it out!!
S: WHERE?
Eventually I put it in a napkin. Thanks Hirah.
We paid at Shoguns and Marion showed us her awesome drawings. She's so talented! She's going to do an art course, which is totally her calling, even if her style is underappreciated.
We went to Selfridges and Hirah co-erced me into sharing a chocolate nutty fudge sundae with her. Co-erced I tell you! I couldn't concentrate with her showing me those droolicious pictures! It was AWESOME. And then there was this couple who ordered one EACH and were like "you are so going to regret that" and they couldn't finish it of course. I couldn't completely finish and I had to leave Hirah to it.
S: I feel like an irresponsible parent walking out on their child.
H: Our child is doing A Levels! (I don't have a clue what she was on about)
The other's ate doughnuts and then we went into boarders and Vicky looked at some Yaoi with Hirah. Then I came home on the train with Nicola! It was all groovy.
I only wish Kim or Rachel could have been there. And Mohan seemed pretty detached from everything, but I'm a bit crappy with people when they're feeling isolated or what not, so I couldn't think of anything to do.
Well that's about it. I spent the day yelling a lot. Hirah makes me abnormally loud.

The other day, Megan called me to ask for help buying Xavi a teeshirt. I was absolutely NO help. I think it's a good thing that I don't have a boyfriend.

S: Kim has a date today
Mum: really? so she's getting interested in boys now?
S: ..mum... we're all interested in boys. We hit puberty about six years ago and we've been interested in boys ever since. Would you prefer if we were interested in girls??

Legend of Zelda

2008-02-22T21:30:00.002Z

Sarah: I have a crush on Link from Zelda.
Megan: Oh dear
Megan: Isn't he just like....a little elf man?

I Love Megan.

Do you have a problem?

2008-02-16T00:55:00.004Z

So yeah, there I am, happily tapping away at the computer. I'm nearly on fifty pages of "Living Quietly" so woo, go me!
Then my mum is all "you aren't talking to anyone you don't know are you?" and I'm all 'oh great mother's been reading the newspaper again.' man I wish she would stay away from those things. To be perfectly frank she can't handle the truth.
So I'm like "no mother I'm not talking to anyone I don't know" and then she starts talking about my other friends and how they are not online all the time and I am. Well duhhh.
To be fully honest i have no idea why I am always online. I don't know why I have more time than most people. I don't know what most people do with their day if they're not online. I know they can't be going out all day, no one does that. And if they're working....I don't think there's even enough work for them to be working on. So yes. Starting Monday I'm going to cut back on internetting. No more freaking fanfictions. I swear I've read half of ff.net. It's really really bad...

Hokay, so that means no turning on the computer as soon as I get home from school. I will have to find other ways of amusing myself. Um Maybe I could...start scrapbooking? I really have no idea..

*sighs*

I wasn't going to watch naruto today because last week's really depressed me. You know it's pretty bad how completely obsessed I become with my fandoms..I don't think it's healthy. But there's not much I can do. Anyway I succumbed and it was okay, although there was some drug abuse!!

Vicky was all like "You should watch Bleach" and I'm like wow you really don't know me because goodness it's not a good idea to get Sarah into a NEW fandom. It's like going up to megan and offering to buy her soul in exchange for the season four boxset of Lost.

Hirah says she's going to dig a hold, then put in it a tin that says "nice hole" so that some day, someone will dig a hole, find it and be complimented.

If I get another cat, I'm goin to call it Itachi. It's just necessary.

A Messy Break-Up

2008-02-12T22:50:00.000Z

(22:45:11) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: you're breaking up with me aren't you?
(22:45:14) Sarizard: ahhahah
(22:45:17) Sarizard: I'm sorry it's just not working
(22:45:21) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: :'O
(22:45:22) Sarizard: I'm a free spirit baby
(22:45:25) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: NOOOOO!
(22:45:26) Sarizard: I can't be tied down like this
(22:45:30) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: *sobs*
(22:45:42) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: *eats chocolate*
(22:45:52) Sarizard: I'm sorry...but did you really think it was going to work? You're a librarian, I'm a person who pretends to shop for jam
(22:45:59) Sarizard: we're really just like romeo and juliet
(22:46:01) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: HAHAHAHAHA
(22:46:10) Sarizard: can't you see the modern day parallels?
(22:46:11) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: I mean... *sobsob*
(22:46:25) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: so... that's it then?
(22:46:27) Sarizard: ahahh
(22:46:27) Sarizard: um
(22:46:29) Sarizard: sorry
(22:46:34) Sarizard: Can't get any coherent thoughts out right now
(22:46:38) Sarizard: *Breaths*
(22:46:39) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: FINE
(22:46:45) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: *tears up your letter*
(22:46:47) Sarizard: NOOO
(22:46:50) Sarizard: but
(22:46:53) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: >:\
(22:46:56) Sarizard: can I have custody of Hazelyn?
(22:47:02) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: NO!
(22:47:04) Sarizard: dammmn
(22:47:10) Sarizard: thought it ws worth it to ask
(22:47:11) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: you'll feed her imaginary jam. I know you will.
(22:47:25) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: and she only likes MY cooking anyway.
(22:48:01) Sarizard: can you take Olive?
(22:48:27) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: I'm not sure crackers would like the competition...
(22:48:33) Sarizard: Gaaaah
(22:48:34) nevermore301@yahoo.com*9mil: although crackers and olives make a lovely snack...
(22:48:41) Sarizard: this break up is not working out favourably for me
(22:48:58) Sarizard: and I'll lose my friends and family discount on...library books..

A conversation with my mother

2008-02-11T22:49:00.000Z

Sarah: Heyyyyy Mum.
Mum: Why are you wearing those ears?
Sarah: *strokes cat ears* What's wrong with them?
Mum: You're wearing them all the time now.
Sarah: Yes...
Mum: But why?
Sarah: Because I like them...
Mum: But...do you want to be a cat?
Sarah: Well cats ARE pretty cool...
Mum: I am not happy about this.

I grew it!!

2008-02-10T19:51:00.000Z

From a bulb!! I'm so proud!

I don't know what it's called because I threw away the label so I wouldn't see what it would look like.

My arm hurts, but that's okay

2008-02-02T20:22:00.000Z

Today was Hirah's party! I met Hirah at this summer school two years ago, and we have spoken on msn a lot but not seen each other since! She invited myself and Vicky to her birthday party, and we've been deliberating all week whether or not we could go because we didn't know how to get there.
So Hirah sent us these really strange instructions, telling us how to get there from birmingham, and we decided we would go after all. First, Vicky and I met up near my house and we got the bus. I'm always a bit worried about being with Vicky. See on the one hand I really respect her because she's completely comfortable with her personality but is very straightforward she wont pretend she agrees with you just to get along so it's a bit scary. Also I'm always worried we wont have anything to say to each other...because we only made friends this year really. But it was cool. We always have a surprising amount in common.
Anyway, we got the bus into the town, I tried to ask for a day saver, and managed to say "can i have one of those special tickety things," while vicky muttered "adult day saver" to me.

We reached town and Vicky managed to get us on the bus, we made a big deal of trying to explain where we were going, because Hirah's instructions didn't say, so we were like "uhmmm..we're supposed to get off after we see a Lidl and a DFS" etc, and eventually I blurted out "Moseley Village!" and the bus driver was like coooool. So then we sat down. And on the seats next to us there was this guy with a skateboard.

So the instructions said we should go out of town, and we were like hmm are we out of town yet, cause we could SEE town, but we were still in a pretty town like place. So I'm all "Are we in town?" And I saw that guy sitting across and was like "hey dude?" And he looked up! which I took as a good sign and started to ask him if he thought we were still in town. He said maybe, but then we got talking. Didn't help that Vicky was hysterical behind me.

Eventually he got off the bus and waved at us. It was great. I'm glad there are people like that in the world.

Then we managed to get off at the right stop by some miracle, and we trekked to Hirah's house. Her house is awesome, her room is like some shrine for hello kitty. I had a great time there was a bouncy castle and I sang Tainted Love on karoke!!! Me! Karoke! Vicky was the quietest I have ever seen her, but she seemd to be enjoying herself too which is good.

Hirah's parents gave us a lift back to the station and then we caught buses Vicky was very nice and waited with me. Birmingham is nice at night all dark and everything is lit up and the air is cold but good. I liked it very much.

I had a good day :)

the moment is vast

2008-01-13T00:26:00.000Z

Because I'm generally a happy person, I keep the broken confused side of me to myself, and I feel bad now, because last week I called Kat when I was feeling low. I shouldn't have any right to call Kat, because I let our friendship go, and I knew I did it, and I did it anyway. But she picked up, and didn't act cold, and listened while I made words into sentences but not into anything that made sense. I wonder if it's strange for my friends to see me raw, when in real life, I'm always so well put together.

Everyone's a bit worried about me, so on Thursday lunch I put in a big effort and made a load of stupid jokes and everyone laughed and I could practically feel them thinking Sarah's back except that kinda pissed me off, because do they only want me when I'm happy and laughing? I've been thinking a lot recently.

I went to a party tonight, and it wasn't what I expected. Half way through I was really really annoyed and sad and low, and I wanted to go outside until I was frozen, but then it changed again, and there were other people, and I ended up having a really good time. Surprisingly, I didn't hang out with anyone my own age...I didn't feel like it. I spent my time with two women a little older than me, in their mid twenties, and with these kids who are all a good few years younger than me. I don't know why I wanted that kind of compay tonight...

Anyway. My mind is a bit weird. But that's okay, I think. Everything's pretty much okay, isn't it?

bleurg

2008-01-03T23:59:00.000Z

I feel..not so great. I think I feel bad. I don't...feel bad a lot. I generally feel good. Great, even. Sometimes I feel really happy, or hyper, or contented or quietly smug about something that even I'm not sure about. Sometimes I feel frustrated, or angry. But I hardly ever feel bad. I've got this...pit, in my stomach, and every time I try and forget about it, it rolls a little, and I know it's there, and I can feel the badness spreading across my body, like in waves. Luckily, it ebbs and flows. But it doesn't ebb very often.
I fel a bit stupid to care so much. It's not like...it's not like I didn't see it coming. It's not like I'm that cut up about it anyway. But I guess feeling bad throws me a little, I don't expect it, I don't know how to deal with it. Most people...drown themselves in destructive behaviour. I don't really do that sort of thing. It hought about it, but I don't think it's as easy to find oblivion as it seems, and surely you have to face it the next day, it takes longer to move past? There are ways, of course for me to distract myself. I call it destruction of the soul. I generally have a tight reign on my mind, I'm a good girl, I pray, I smile, I try not to wish bad things on other people and I repent when I do. But sometimes, I just don't care. And I guess this is one of those times. I feel bad that I'm unravelling like this, letting all the control go, like when you pull your knitting undone, all that hard work, gone in seconds. But then you can start again, recast your wool, begin again. I'll do that tomorrow. Right now, I just want to see how long I can make this night last for.

Living Happy Is a Choice

2007-12-18T10:35:00.000Z

Gosh I'm sleepy today. I think ti's because I was outside doing this weird biology coursework. We have to count this species of plant, it's called Cats Ear. Basically it's freeezing outside, and therefore i expend a lot of energy keeping warm. Thus I am now exhausted.
Today I gave kimberly her secret santa, which was a comic book i made for her. I hope she liked it...I feel like she might have preferred if I had given her something like a dvd voucher, but that feels so impersonal.

It's Mohan's birthday today. she's actually nineteen which is weird, because I'm not eighteen yet. Aah I'd hate to be nineteen, I'm glad I'm still seventeen. I kinda wish I was sixteen!!!

Tomorrow I'm going to south africa, which should be good, I guess. Too bad that's two weeks without the internet...I'm gonna explodeee. Eeep biology, chemistry and history coursework. I think I've got it all down, but there is still a worry in my mind...oh well, worse case scenario i have to make it up in my exams. I can do that though, surely.

Yawwwn I'm so dozy, I think I'm going to go...

It's nearly christmas

2007-12-11T13:35:00.000Z

for some reason this year listening to christmas songs makes me feel like gagging. It just seems so pathetic! And I really really can't stand it when people start singing to themselves, or with a group of friends. Man that pisses me off.

today Mush and Nandi left, we didn't really give them a good leaving party or anything, but it's harder now days, I don't know why, but we're not as....vivid as we used to be. Instead we just chatted a bit. I wrote them a letter that they can read wheneve and hopefully it'll cheer them and help them to remember us. To be honest, Mushana seems really gutted about leaving me for a month or so. I didn't realise she was so attached to me. It's not like I don't like her, I really do, but I suppose the fact that we're going to see each other after the holiday means that I wasn't so upset about the whole thing. but then that's me, since when have I been upset that I wouldn't see someone for a while? I remember when I was in year ten, Kat was really upset that she wouldn't see me over the christmas holidays and I didn't get why. I don't think that makes me a bad person or anything, just different.

I gave Mohan a ring this morning, to match the paper clip one that she made for me. Well, that Vicky made for her to give to me. It's just a pipe cleaner but she seems to like it, so that's cool. I had a chat with Alyesha and Rachel and I feel much better now. I guess I was blowing things out of proportion before. hehe, ya, sounds like me. I just sometimes get confused with what's real, and what's not, like what is serious and what I'm making up to amuse myself.

In chemistry today we learnt about nmr. I think I understood it to begin with, but now that we're given questions on it I'm completely confused. It's really annoying as well because Nicola isn't here, and Mohan never helps me. Minal would, but she doesn't completely get it either, so there's no point in asking her. Basically I need to figure some stuff out for myself. I suppose that's like life, right? You can't keep asking for directions, after a while you have to make up your own mind. Wow that's pretty deep, and you know I'm shallow as a dish. Well at least I pretend to be most of the time. I feel it makes things easier. And if you're stupid enough to believe that it's true, well that's youre loss, huh.

Do you know that if all of my friends died now, we'd all regret the same thing? it's not rocket science though, I mean everyone in our situation would regret it. I feel bad that anyone who reads my blog will wonder what the hell I'm doing. See I'm not writing it for people anymore, I'm writing it for myself. Yes I like it when people comment and by people I mean Yas or Megan, but it's okay if they don't, because it's good to get thoughts out on paper likes this. and I have a lot of thoughts!!!

The ground was frozen today, and I had to walk carefully on my way to school to avoid tripping. Fishy yelled my name and I turned around and waited for her on the road. I didn't realise she could yell so loud. Then we walked the rest of the way together, I like fishy, she's cool. I wonder if she likes being called Fishy, or if she'd prefer Fiona? She doesn't seem like the kind of person that would care.

I have the death note soundtrack stuck in my head.

Latersz

If this was a movie...

2007-12-10T11:03:00.000Z

I couldn't sleep last night. It was the weirdest thing. I can't remember the last time I couldn't sleep. It all started off normally, at half ten I went offline and said to Mohan that I was going to sleep, turned off the computer, locked up the house and went upstairs. I brushed my teeth and put on my pjs and got into bed and then....and then I just didn't fall asleep! It's hard to know how long to wait before it becomes obvious that you're not falling asleep you know? I lay there for about an hour, thinking about things in my head, I was pretty happy actually, I was enjoying being me, that happens every now and then and I love the feeling.

After about an hour, I started to get annoyed, tossing and turning, eventually after lying with my face in the pillow for about ten minutes, I got up and fumbled around in the dark until I found my soap bubbles. I figured that soap bubbles would relax me, because I love them and everyone knows it. Unfortunately for me, the soap bubbles are harder to blow when you've got your retainer in and for some reason taking my retainer out didn't seem like a good idea. So I blew the bubbles a bit, but I couldn't see them so great what with it still being dark.

Eventually, I got back into bed, and lay there for a bit more, but I still couldn't sleep, so I opened the curtains and stared out of the window. Man it was so windy! I can't remember the last time it was that windy. And the trees were all skeletal and the clouds were out. It was actually really bright, I was surprised. Doesn't it get dark any more? It was reeeeaaally beautiful actually. I stared out for ages, and my breath misted up the window which was annoying, and eventually I started drifting off, so I figured I could go to sleep, so I lay back down, closed the curtains etc and tried to be as quiet as possible so that I didn't wake up my mum. I STILL couldn't sleep, so I figured I would read a boring book.

Of course, the time I couldn't sleep and wanted to read a boring book would be the time that I'd had my cambridge interview and therefore didn't have anything boring that I had to read. Also I didn't need to do anymore reading for my history, so I ended up reading some poetry by Emily Dickeson, out of the book that Yasamin gave me for my birthday. It was good you know, I haven't looked at the book in a while, not since about a month after I got it, and I was rereading all my favourites. I like the short ones the best, because each word is so important, you can imagine that if you changed one word the whole thing would fall apart. Reminds me of match stick houses actually, you know, like the models made out of match sticks. If you move one matchstick they all fall down, but you know, they're only matchsticks. I was reading the one about the bed, that turns out to be a grave, that Yasamin says is her favourite. I'm not sure if I'd read it before, I'm not really into sitting down and reading through a poetry book, I prefer reading bits and pieces here and there, so I don't think I've read the whole thing before. I skimmed through it all last night, just stopping at the poems that I wanted to read or that caught my eye. It's a pretty short book though, so I finished in about half an hour. Then I decided to read "The Time Traveller's Wife" which was okay for a bit, but it didn't really grip me and I was really aware of the awkward angle I was sitting at and how small the text is. I wonder if it's one of those books that you can only read once, and after that it's not the same, because I remember really enjoying it when I read it this summer. I used to go into the garden and lie on a beach towel and read it on the few sunny days.

I think I had a look through my bookshelf, but I didn't really want to read anything, I don't think. Eventually I got sick of not working and got some chemistry revision guide out and tried to learn something from that. I think it worked, let's see...
Aldehydes and ketones can be reduced by NABH(4)...surely that can't be the only thing that I learnt. I mean I stayed up for ages, I must have learnt something else...oh, I think I learnt the mechanism for the addition of the CN- nucleophile to an aldehydes. I'm ...confused. I must have learnt more than that, but that's all I can remember. Did I learn something about esters?

I remember that Paul Runs Down Many Paths. Which is what you do to identify a carbonyl compound. You add 2,4, DNP then you get an orange precipitate. After that you Purify, Recrystallise, Dry, and compare Melting Points to those of known compounds. Ah, surely I shoud know more than this...I guess not.

Eventually the chemistry tired me out and I went to sleep. Phenol..I know things about phenol. It acts like an acid because it can donate protons, that's because the oxygen's lone pair becomes part of the delocalised system, weakening the H-O bond so it's easily lost. It just reacts normally with alkalis, forming ionic salts just like you'd expect. Nothing particularly interesting there.

It's not my fault that Mohan is spending all her time reading porn. you know she acts like I'm into weird stuff, but she's far worse. I guess I respect that she admits it. I'm surprised that no one else is weirded out though. I guess that means that everyone is a secret pervert. Everyone. that means EVERYONE.

I have chemistry next with mr kearsey. I think mr kearsey likes me, he's lofffffly. He's a nice teacher. Unfortunately nicola isn't here today so I don't know who I'm going to copy in chemistry. I'll try and copy mohan's but she's not half as obliging as Nicola. Maybe i'll just steal nicola's and read it...I wonder if anyone will notice..and or care...

Tonight, I will study chemistry. that is all.

Fannnnaaafliction

2007-12-09T15:16:00.000Z

Do you know my friend Megan? So the other day, she actually went to this exhibition of that Harry Potter book, and pretended that she actually ahd enough money to take part in the auction. She's funny, that Megan. See, she's dedicated. Dedicated enough to pretend to be an aristocrat who can afford to spend hundreds and hundreds of pounds on a book.

Right so, my fingers are kinda cold, so I can't type very well. But if I sit on them and warm them up, then I wont be able to type at all. So basically we have what they call a "catch Twenty Two Situation." Maybe there could be an epic play made of out my plight. I could star in it.

See, I would really like a phone with a ringtone, I feel it would be the epitome of expression, to have my favourite something play whenever anyone calls me. Yes, I am thinking of "pump it" by the Black Eyed Peas, just to be hillarious. But I can't do that because my phone is from the dark ages where you have monotonic ringtones. Yeah you heard me. But then if I get a new phone I wouldnt' be able to use my harry potter cover and I DO LOVE MY HARRY POTTER COVER.

I've been reading too many fanfictions, so that in my life now, I feel like it must be a fanfiction, as in the actions that people do must be motivated by deep emotions such as hate or love. Unless it's a crack fic. Actually that would be my life really as a fanfic. A crackfic, where everyone's crazy and there's no plot.

Yep, that sounds about right.

So we've got my friends, and the whole situation is a bit weird to be honest. Nandi and I don't understand a thing the other says, Mushana has officially lost it, Mohan hates me, for unknown reasons, Vicky apparently likes me but I've no idea why, Fishy keeps trying to put boxes on my head and Kim is ACTUALLY STUDYING. What is this? Treachery is what it is. Anyway, it's driving me crazy and I was crazy to begin with. My head is all bouncing around between trying to be normal, and trying to figure out what my friends are on about. The whole thing just go so ridiculous. I've never been part of a big group of friends before, you see. Generally I just have one or two friends who are completely devoted to me and would do anything for me. Not that it wouldn't be mutual, but it's different to the situation that I have here.

I suppose part of the problem is that I loveeee it in my head. I'm just so fun to spend time with. Except people don't get it when I start laughing about something I said. Maybe cause it's not particularly funny. Or maybe because they think I'm thinking perverted thoughts. I'm which not. I can laugh at things that aren't perverted, you know. It's happened maybe seven or eight times in my life so far.

Hah ah. Kuukukukukukuku. That was laughter in the style of this anime character called Orochimaru. He's weeeiiird.

Oh, so you know aldehydes, if you add acidified potassium dichromate to them, then they turn from orange to green. It's a good test.

Meeep, I should learn things, but I'm really not in the mood. Not that I ever am. Maybe I'll just go back to reading some fanfics..... Laterzzz

Icha Icha Paradise

2007-12-08T10:36:00.000Z

Typinggggg like there's no tomorrow...typing up a storm, oh look olive just came in to the room, hey olive, you rock. Even though you're just a cat and you don't listen to music and you've never been to a concert. i didn't mean it like that and you know it.
So right, I should be soooo revising, Chemistry yeah, cause I have this module test in january and you know what? I KNOW NOTHING. I mean this one time, I read that benzene had three delocalised pi bonds...then I became so disgusted with life I went upstairs to see if I could hang myself. Well I didn't, but I wanted to see if there was any where that I could have hung myself. Cause I heard that if you actually wanted to kill yourself you might find it harder than you thought, what with lack of beams, throwing up after ODing, it's all pretty tough.

Oh, I had this Cambridge interview the other day and my god I messed it up. It was SO BAD I would have done anything and I mean anything to have just not been there. To have been ANYWHERE ELSE. It's a bit scary to think like that..

Man it's raining, it's been raining all night and now it's still raining! England is a wet place to live in, you know. Oh check this, olive has turned her back on me. SHE TURNED HER BACK ON ME? she thinks she's too good well I'll show her. Wth this...rubber. *throws rubber* crap I missed. Damn.

I've been wondering...what noise does a moose make? I want to say "mook" but I dont think that's right..."mook" don't seem like a noise than an animal could make.

I think I have fat cheeks. Like...a ...hamster! Yeah, what if people notice my fat cheeks and call me a hamster? I could cut the cheeks off...but I don't want to do that !!! I think I like having fat cheeks. I'm not entirely certain but that's because I'm so fickle. I've been practicing sucking my cheeks in so that I look like I have a thin face but that makes me look constipated and it's better to look like a hamster than constipated. Actually it makes me look like a starved, constipated hamster. I dont know what's going on but I think I see hamsters when I look in the mirror and I'm SURE that's not what's supposed to happen right? RIGHT?

Urg, chemistryyyy...it's so boring, all all the weird things you have to learn..I don't know how Mohan and Nicola learn all this crappp. Yeah well, I can learn crap just like everyone else. DAMN STRAIGHT, they're not leaving me behind. I'll show them that I'm not a moron..they keep calling me a moron. Actually just Mohan but I think that's just an inferiority complex because she's aware that I'm just so clever brilliant and beeeeaaautiful. Yeah, I think she's crushing on me. Can't blame her, I AM gorgeous. But she's so not my type. She should go crush on Vicky. Haha, as though Vicky would be up for that. She'd freak out so fast...

My mum bought me these dried fruit things, well I asked her to because they looked pretty, but now she's all "they were really expensive." it's like...sultanas and cranberries. It's pretty yummy I guess, but then after a while it makes your mouth feel reallllly weird, like it's numb or something...and your tongue goes all dry and shit. It's a bit strange. So I just eat little bits at a time.

Speaking of my eating habits, I've learned to unpeel an orange so that you just get one longgggg spiral of peel. Hell yes. That takes skilllllz.. Maaaaan I should study...but I reallly don't want to...Studying is so troublesome, hehe.

Laterzzz

ouran high school host club

2007-11-14T20:23:00.000Z

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Wild Sarizard Attacked!

2007-09-22T17:04:00.000+01:00

I haven't much to say, you see and therefore I've not said much.
Ucas! Meeeeeep. And ramadan, oh the fasting! It makes me sleepy. But it's harder on the first days, after that it's okay. I'm a bit annoyed because we're going to someone else's house to break fast, but I suppose I'll get over it.

I'm supposed to be editting my book, but I do about a chapter and then get really really irritated. I hope it's cause I'm fasting.

School is school. I find myself clock watching more often than I like to. My friends are great thought. Homework seems to pass me straight by. And then I'm like what??? we had homework?? I didn't do it! I just hope that I do okay in the tests. I'm sure I should. I'm good at tests, right?

Year thirteen is strange, everything is a last, last first day, last open evening, last autumn assessments. I would have though it would be stranger having no one to look up to, but it's not.

I keep missing my stupid period, which is annoying because my mum keeps being on my case about it. What does she expect? I'm also super thin due to fasting, my stomach doesn't go OUT it goes DOWN! Isn't that cool?

University! Aaaaha. I don't know if it's for me, but I want to go anyway. I just want to have the funness, I'm not sure about the course. Maybe I should only apply for three year courses then? Or I'll change when I get on them. I'm just not really sure at all what I want to do.

I know I want to finish my book and send it to a few literary agents and hopefully get published, fingers crossed!

I think that's all, I lost Megan, no idea where she is or how she is but to be honest, I don't think I was making much of a difference anyway. Surprisingly, I wouldn't kill luke for breaking up with her, because I think I saw it coming or something. I would kill him for getting involved with her in the first place if he didn't think he would see it through, but I can't really blame him because Megan is really pretty and probably confused him with her femenine wiles. Yasamin troops on this week, alonnnnne with no cocktail.

:)

Get ready for ISWEEK!

Fiendish

2007-08-22T20:33:00.000+01:00

As always I haven't been blogging. I think it's because I've been writing a lot, so I haven't been writing so much about me. Anyway, I've been talking a lot too so maybe I talked all the talk out of me.
I love the summer holidays, I feel like I spend all the summer holidays floating, you know?
I've been writing a lot, although I don't know how I'm ever going to get published at this rate. I just feel like I push my friends into reading my stuff even if they don't really like in.
On the plus side, I've written a lot of original fiction this summer and I prefer it to writing fanfics a l'instance.

How about peppermint tea. It makes your throat feel good!
Rachel and Kim are stars, brilliant brilliant friends. Kim is concerned about her boobs. Everyone, if you see Kim, tell her she had good boobs!!! It's what a friend would do.

I also miss Nandi and Mush but I think they should come back before school starts. It's a crime to miss school.

Okay, everyone, we are going to work this year. We all need to. No more sitting in the computer room and wasting time! We're going to STUDY in room 27 okay? OKAY? is that clear?

I can't believe we're going to university next year! (although rachel's dropping out to be a nail techincian) We're all so young, Fishy and Vicky can't go to university! They'll explode it! EXPLODE IT.

I love Megan, who is amaaaazing but thinks that she's shitty. But she's wrong! So wrong (call me, biatch)

That's all for now! Remember, this term STUDY STUDY STUDY!

Anything With a Postcode

2007-07-30T20:25:00.000+01:00

Dang, I should write something. it's the summer holidays, and I've been getting up at midday. The perfect way to start the day. I generally try and get some reading done and then succumb to being useless. My brain is just not into it. It's also not into writing in this blog, so I had better think of something.

This years obsessions:
ISWAK
Buffy
Doctor Who
David Tennant
Hollyoaks

I think that's it actually, not bad considering. Feel free to add any in a comment.

2007-07-10T13:01:00.000+01:00

I've been watching Torchwood as of late. It's really pretty good, kinda off beat, but good at the same. I didn't expect to like Jack and the rest of the team half as much as I do! And I'm a loon, because I go around asking everyone I meet if they watch Doctor who and then going completely made if they do. Of course, Laura and I talk about the Whoverse non stop on line, and Megan and I chat away about it on the phone.

I just had a breif tussle with my friends. We went out to get some lunch, but I wanted a chocolate bar, not a sandwich and ran to buy it before my friends could stop me. Then they tried to get me to return it and buy something better, so I ran down the street screaming "SANCTUARY" and took a bite out of it. Hurrah! Civil liberties win!

My friends and I spend an unhealthy amount of time in the computer room. BLAH!

Here come the drums!

2007-06-26T10:23:00.000+01:00

Yawn. I am so tired. Schoool should be illegal especially at this point in the school year. I mean, I took ages trying to wind down after my exams, but I think I went a bit too far, and now I'm just really sleepy. Sooo sleepy.
Some of my friends have discovered my online stories, which totally sucks, but I guess there's not much I can do about it. And I'm not going to write more here because the chances are they're going to read this. Because they have nothing better to do than stalk me. I'm like, famous.

So yesterday, my mum is like "when is your book coming out?" and I thought I'd written a book and my mum had secretly had it published and it was coming out soon, but she just meant when is Harry Potter Coming Out. That's the 22nd of July.

Urg, being a prefect is hard work. I have to do...speeches. And I am tired. I need to have a nap and then think about doing speeches. And helping on sports day.

I'm going to go now, before my friends run away without me.

Megan is the COOLEST.

First day back

2007-06-11T20:49:00.000+01:00

to be perfectly honest I had a bit of a crappy first day. I got in to a big argument about why ellen wasn't a bad person, and ended up saying that I supported the holocaust through some confusing link. Also, school was a bit pants and I didn't get enough sleep.

Urg, I did some lovely gardening, then there was this big thing between Melissah and Lottie and Jess, which I somehow got involved in. It's really none of my business..But I feel responsible, because they've all been such good friends to me at various points. I guess I side with Jess a little more, because she's the only one I'm in contact with right now. Melissah and Lottie sort of phased me out.

God, enough depressing things.

I'm reading bridget jones' diary again.

I had a lovely conversation on the phone with Megan, and I watched Hollyoaks.

Year Twelve

2007-06-09T17:40:00.000+01:00

Wow! I've pretty much finished year twelve! I've had my exams, two in each subject, and on monday I go back to school to start my year thirteen syllabus. It's just unbelievable, me, in year thirteen. Doing my A-Levels.

So let's summarise the year. I've made tonnes of new friends, and stayed in touch with most of my old ones which is something. I've probably got more work done than your average seventeen year old. And look at that, I'm seventeen! I wrote the Marmalade Chronicles which were fantastic, if you don't mind my saying. I did a ridiculous amount of extra curricular activities. I really go into Doctor Who :p I went out more than I'm used to, and I had a great time. I made some very responsible decisions, and I slept a lot.

I think I developed well as a person, and I've kept my temper remarkably well. I've also managed to tone down my bitchyness and not really been particularly mean to anyone, I don't think.

It's strange to have nothing to do, but School on Monday, and it'll be work work work. No idea what subject I'm dropping, and no idea what course I'm taking. I still want to develop as a person, I'm not finished yet, so I don't know what kind of person I'll be or what job would be most suited.

Kim and I are getting way excited about the 21st of July which is of course the release of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. Does anyone know what a Deathly Hallow could be? It sounds a bit like Godric's Hollow. Hallow, Hollow. It sounds like I'm talking on a telephone.

I got myspace, which means I have another website to go to.

My internet life is a bit dull right now, but my regular life is pretty good. On Thursday, Rachel came around to my house at about 2ish, and we met Kim and Ellen at school at 3.45. Then we all went to eat at this nice restaurant which is lovely, because it's never full and they never turn you away. It wasn't vair expensive either, even though we were completely full afterwards, and we got tricked into buying olives and bread. I didn't want to, but Ellen and Kim insisted that it would be free. Shows what THEY know. Lollerskates.

I think it's great when you get to a place where you stop wanting to be friends with someone, or wishing that you could meet someone, and start to really appreciate your friends, instead of constantly reaching for something you can't attain, you just float. I feel like this year I've gotten that with Rachel and Kim, who are lovely, both for different reasons, both equally.

I'm also at war with one of my friends. We've divided into two teams. There is team Sarah, and Team phishy. I kidnapped Team phishy's most treasured possessions and held them ransom, then they stole my lunch and stationary, next I have something big planned, but I cannot divulge any information here, for fear of it being intercepted.

Todays Doctor Who was vair scary. I was scared. Hummm I'm going to have some hot chocolate. Also, Jess sent me a lovely mixed tape and I did some gardening.

My teef hurt!

2007-05-12T13:53:00.000+01:00

And so the saga of orthodontical therapy continues. Now I have rubber bands on my teeth, I use them to align my jaw. Man is it fun.

Did you know... I'm a prefect?! I KNOW. Amazing. Absolutely amaaaazing.

My french exchange student and I got on SO well. It was unbelievable is what it was. It was like we were telepathic. Miss Bennet is apparently arranging a return trip, but I do not know if my mum will let me go, because you know how my mum is. Weird, she is weird. Anyway, speaking of my mum, she is washing her hands in the sink. We just had the following conversation.

S: What are you doing?
M: I'm going to pray. Why?
S: Just curious.
M: I can't make your lunch now.
S: Okay, I was just asking.
M: Alright, I was just saying.

Anyway, I thinkt hat conversation was a bit weird.

Do you want to know about the reactions of alcohols? There's dehydration, oxidation, reaction with sodium, nucleophilic addtion and esterification. I could draw diagrams, but you might throw old fruit at me.

I'm updating, because Emily, who sits in front of me in French and asked me to record the status of her hair each day complained that i never did. Rachel and I did not think Emily was very cool, but after sitting with her for a few lessons, it became apparent that she is actually very cool. She smiles a lot and opens her eyes really wide.

It's study leave, don't you know? That means I get a month of holiays, with little exams in between, but they aren't for ages, so it's ALL COOOL.

I'm watching Azumanga Daioh again, which is awesome and everyone should watch it. Also, Fishy stole my popcorn! THEIF.

Happy Birthday Duckie!!!

2007-05-02T13:42:00.000+01:00

Dear Yasamin is seventeen today. My how she's grown. I remember when she was just a calm little girl from Sheffield, now she is a calmer little girl from Sheffield.

The miracle about Yasamin is that I understand her accent. Even though she's from up north. Unlike certain accents that I could mention, such as Laura's. Laura's accent is INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE.

I am, in school and I am writing my blog, which is a crime, and I am sorry, but I suppose I should not go to jail for it, and therefore it is okay.

Today, I feel like I am coming down with the flu. I hope I get the flu on Saturday properly, and it is gone by Tuesday. Unfortunately, I have a french exchange student coming on Thursday night, so I hope I am able to lift my head and smile blearily at her. If not, I shall suggest she indulges in English Culture by watching my many recorded episodes of Doctor Who, while I lie, comatosed and drugged up on paracetamol.

It's due time that I got a cold or ill in general. I had it coming so I can't complain.

Remember when Ue died? That was shocking. It was down for like, four days. I went on UEH which is confusing to navigate, but I am an admin on it, so I like it. I hope no one realises this and demotes me. I do not think I could take this blow to my ego.

Jessica sent me my birthday present which I recieved yesterday. It was AMAZING. And weirdest thing, today, someone slipped a paper crane into my bag, which I found just now when I opened it. Strange huh?

My friends have pranked me in return for my pranking them shortly before the easter holidays. They demand brownies, so I shall give them brownies. Can't promise the brownies will be edible.

I'm pretty tired and should do some of my work, so I'm going to go, hello to all, hang in there to everyone doing their AS levels, once we're over these two weeks it should be plain sailing!!!

xxxx

Confession

2007-04-20T18:33:00.000+01:00

Today I committed a crime. I felt very bad about my crime.

Basically, before school, I was studying in the library, translating some french newspaper articles that we were looking at in class. I was using this nice dictionary which was quite small, when the bell went. I had to go to registration, but I hated registration because you never DO anything there. You just sit. And say "present" and then sit.

Anyway, the librarian said "hello Sarah" and then left to get some coffee. So I committed a CRIME.

I stole the dictionary. A REFERENCE ONLY dictionary. I held it over the alarms so they didn't go off, and then left the library a criminal. It was shocking.

So, I translated the rest of the article, but then I started to get the guilt. I could hear the dictionary in my back whispering french verbs, like the tell-tale heart and it was terrifying!

Eventually, I had to give it back, so I got Kim to distract the librarian, which Kim did by going in and standing in front of the desk. The librarian didn't care. I tried to hold it over the alarm again, but I was worried that she'd see me holding it up so I pulled it down too early and it went off, and I was like "hehe, sorry that's me," because it does happen and the librarian couldn't care less.

She hadn't as I anticipated, noticed the dictionary missing, and prepared a council in front of which I would be reckoned. She just smiled mildly and said hello to me.

I put the dictionary back anyway.

And so ends my life of crime.

Marmalde's Birthday

2007-03-30T19:12:00.002+01:00

When Marmalade turned ten, mum hired a huge bouncy castle that we set up on the front lawn. It was this great, red and green thing, and all the kids from our neighbourhood came to play on it. In the evening, when it was getting dark, they all went home, but Marmalade and I stayed out, we watched the sun go down while we were still bouncing, and we stayed until it was pitch black, and we couldn't see so we kept jumping into each other.

She's too old for that now of course.

This year, she turned thirteen, and she had a meal out with her friends. Marmalade has an enormous amount of friends. I'm not sure why, but she's charismatic, I suppose. She can talk and talk and talk, and I suppose some people must like that. They should try living with her, and having her talking and talking and talking at two AM when you're trying to get to sleep because you have a french oral the next day.

There were about twenty of them altogether, and I can only think that must have been what hell is like. I mean, twenty of Marmalade's annoying, preening, screaming friends, in one room? They're like those brightly coloured birds that screech at each other to communicate.

I'm getting earache just thinking about it.

Mum didn't want me to feel left out, so she suggested I go out with one of my friends to the same restaurant. As if I'd want to be anywhere near the freak show that is Marmalade and her groupies. The Loudest Show on Earth. Honestly.

I wanted to go with a couple of my friends to the cinema, but they've all disappeared off the face of the planet. I suppose that's an advantage to having bags of friends like Marmalade does, you can always count on at least one of them to want to go out, or to text you back, or to let you borrow their Deadly Nightshade nail polish with the glittery bits inside when you can't find yours. If you're into that sort of thing.

I didn't care though, I mean, mum was at Marmalade's party, and Marmalade was obviously there, but I had plenty to do. Strange how it all sort of got done quickly, even my algebra homework. The house was so quiet, I ended up just sitting by the radio, trying to find a coherent station through all the static.

When they finally got home, I felt so goofy that I ran upstairs and pretended to be doing some homework, just incase they came in to check on me. They didn't of course. It's like, big sis is always fine, she can take care of herself. Well yeah, I can, but sometimes I do like to be taken care of, you know?

Anyway, I heard Marmalade coming up the stairs, she takes them two at a time, at a ridiculously fast speed for someone who was out all evening. I hear her journey across the landing, the soft groan her door makes as she pushes it open, the tired creak of the loose floorboard, and the sigh of her mattress as she sits down.

Why do I have nothing better to do than use my hearing skills to stalk my sister?

I count to ten, so that it doesn't seem like I'm overly eager. Not that I am, a party's a party. I just want to know if she left me any cake. Which she totally should have. And I want to give her my present.

Ten. I sprint to my door, gift in hand, and then oh-so casually walk to her door. As a special birthday treat to her, I knock, instead of barging straight in. I probably should knock more, but barging straight in is a sister's right.

“Come in,” she calls, and I step in, closing the door behind me. Marmalade's still all dressed up, she's shrugged off her jacket, but her hair is in loose curls and she has more make up on that I'd have though mum would let her get away with.

I stare at her for a few moments, a realisation that I have an inability to communicate what I want to say causes a bubble of panic to well up in my chest, threatening to burst out of my mouth in a trail of babbling and confusion.

“Present time! Yay!” She says, knowing why I'm hear by the gift in my hand. She sits cross-legged on the bed, like she's about to start meditating. “Gimme gimme gimme!” She says, hands outstretched. It would be obnoxious, it should be, but it's not, because it's Marmalade.

She tears through the wrapping paper like a starved animal. I tut at her. She growls. Yes, she actually growls. My sister, ladies and gentlemen, a wild animal.

“It's a picture! Of me! When did you take it?”

“Mum took it idiot, I'm in there too.”

She pouts.

“The frame's nice, it matches my room, is it from Dorothy Perkins?”

“No dweeb, it's home made.”

An expression of disbelief.

“You made it? Yourself?”

“No, I asked the fairies to do it. The fairies that do your laundry and pick up your dirty dishes and throw away your Deadly Nightshade nail polish with glittery bits because it's so not your colour.”

She's not fazed.

“You made it for me?”

“Well yeah, it's your birthday isn't it?”

She throws her skinny arms around my neck, right had still clutching the frame, the corner is digging into my shoulder, and hugs me.

I pull back first, unsure what to do in the face of such affection, so I attempt to untangle myself.

“So how was the party?”

“It was alright. My friends were a bit crazy through. Reminded me of that time we went to the zoo and saw those exotic birds that screeched at each other.”

For a twelve- sorry, thirteen year old, Marmalade can sometimes be remarkably astute.

I'm hoping to put these up on fictionpress.com so watch this space for the url, if and when.

Princess Larmalade

2007-03-30T19:12:00.001+01:00

When Marmalde was eight, she had an imaginary friend called Princess Larmalade.

It was in the summer holidays before school started, when Marmalade skipped out of the house, barefooted of course, laughing to an unseen companion. We assumed to begin with that it was purely one of Marmalade's newly acquired habits, something that she'd picked up in school until later that evening.

Marmalade, first down to the dinner table every night, drew up another chair before taking her usual seat, and then proceeding to have a conversation with an empty space. The thing was she was under the impression that the empty space was speaking back.

For the entire summer, Marmalade didn't go anywhere without Princess Larmalade. Once she made us wait for Princess before we went shopping, because Princess needed a new dress. When mum refused to spend the exorbitant price on a bridesmaids gown, Marmalade created dresses from paper. Huge paper templates, as big as her, decorated with sequins and paper bows and ribbons. They hung in her wardrobe, next to her own clothes like thin ghosts, shivering constantly in the air currents.

Marmalade took the Princess everywhere, not a second was spent away from her, always whispering something to her, laughing at something she'd said. In the evenings, she'd sometimes come to mum and I to relate some far fetched story about what she and her friend had spent the day doing. It was difficult to discern the truth from the lies, made even harder when she would allow Princess Larmalade to take up the narrative flow, and nod attentively at the silent commentary.

I've never known anyone with an imagination like Marmalade's. Even when she was younger, she used to tell awfully long fibs, it was never a problem though, because she couldn't keep a straight face. She'd bite her lip, and hold her breath, but she could never stop herself bursting into giggles, giggles that made her face light up and her right cheek dimple.

She still does it now, sometimes when she invites friends over, I walk past the room, on my way to get some water or something, not like I'm listening in, and I see them, all clustered around her, listening with dropped jaw to what she has to say. She laps it up of course, never could get enough attention, so she loves it, but, her stories are good. They can start with the smallest thing, and then they get longer, and go on, and twist and turn until you stop caring that she's lying blindly to you, all that's important is to know whether the one-eyed unicorn ever escaped from the Cyclops' lair, or if she learns to love him after all.

Of course it doesn't work on me. There's no use winding me a tale of where the goblins took my comb if I can see the broken teeth embedded in her green carpet, or suggesting that my mascara opened a portal to another realm and got lost there when her eyelashes are practically glued together with the stuff.

Still. It was sort of nice with Princess Larmalade.

She'd even argue with her, dramatic fights that flew from raging screams to the calm silence of the Princess' reply. I suppose that Princesses are trained from birth not to loose their temper. Once, I opened the door (I was going to ask if she'd seen my favourite pen) to a torrent of fury.

“You did, I saw you! Even after I said that you shouldn't! I told you and I told you and you didn't listen to me!”

A breeze flew through the room, ruffling the curtains.

“She did not!”

A floor board creaked.

“Did she? What did she say?”

A look of intense concentration.

A smile.

“That's OK then. Shall I push you on the swing?” And she swept past me, rushing out to play with royalty. Invisible royalty at that.

I actually tried making up an imaginary friend of my own, just to see, but I couldn't fabricate her well enough, and I eventually got bored of trying. I mean, it's not like I didn't have enough friends of my own, I didn't need to make them up.

Marmalade even took Princess Larmalade to the first day of school on a fresh September morning, carefully packing two lunches, peanut butter and jam for her, just jam for Princess who was allergic to peanut butter.

That afternoon she returned, all smiles and new stories and not a word of Princess Larmalade.

I later found the decomposing jam sandwiches, stuffed in her desk next to my favourite pen, and threw them out before it created a super being, part bread, part jam.

I mentioned Princess Larmalade to her yesterday.

“Remember your invisible friend? Princess Larmalade?” I asked, leaning oh-so casually on her door frame.

“I never had an invisible friend. And you're not supposed to just walk into my room, try knocking.”

“I'm not in your room, I'm leaning on your door frame, that's in the hall. I can stand in the hall if I want to.”

“Not leaning on my door frame you can't, there's such a thing as private property.”

“And there's such a thing as not being a brat,” I retort, but I left anyway.

Poor old Princess, it must be hard to be scorned by a commoner.

The Marmalade Chronicles

2007-03-30T19:09:00.000+01:00

As promised, here are the Marmalade Chronicles. Starting with the first one.

My sister Marmalade is back for the holidays.

She goes to a fancy boarding school because she didn't get on with the kids in her local secondary school. My local secondary school. It was all my fault of course. See, older siblings have long known and accepted the fact that it's always their fault. Instead of Mothers bringing up their children, it is actually the job of the older sibling. Not like in Victorian times when there were eighteen children and an over-worked mother who spent all day making stew and darning ragged tunics, but still, the older child is responsible for the younger one.

As if Marmalade needs looking after. Marmalade just got in one teeny tiny fight, and mum's pulling her out and enrolling her in that posh school. That never happened to me. And I got picked on plenty! There was this time that Melanie Slater stole my favourite lunch box, it had a picture of The Little Mermaid on it, and she stole it and drew a moustache on The Little Mermaid and then the next day I found it on my desk all full of toilet paper.

But did I get transferred?

Oh nooo, not me, not big sis. Only Marmalade, because she's special.

Like I care, I mean, who wants to be going to a snooty boarding school? I'd feel guilty that I was costing mum all the extra money.

Mum doesn't always call her Marmalade. She sometimes calls her “My Little Caterpillar,” which is just gross. It's because Marmalade used to like playing with bugs and stuff, and she made mum get her a green bedspread, and green curtains and a green rug. Again, I'd never do anything like this, because I'd feel guilty due to extra expense, but of course, Marmalade is so self-involved she only thinks of herself. Selfish little worm.

She's back for the holidays, Mum wanted me to go and pick her up on the train. Why should I? I was busy! I have exams! Marmalade is in year eight and she does nothing but mess around and send stupid little notes to her friends, and text her boyfriend.

Marmalade has a boyfriend. It's completely unbelievable. I mean, she's not even pretty. She's OK, if you like the whole long-blonde-hair-little-princess-butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth-thing, but she's so fake it's unbelievable. Seriously.

Her boyfriend's ugly anyway.

I ended up getting her on the train because mum's oh-so-busy, apparently. I got there, and I'm like, three minutes late, and she's standing there with all her suitcases around her.

“Hey Caterpillar.”

“Hey Pig.”

“I am not a pig.”

“Are too.”

“I'm not listening, I've risen above it.”

“As if.” Pause. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. C'mere worm.”

Marmalade's not bad, for an annoying little sister.

Bobble Gom

2007-03-19T20:09:00.000Z

So what's been happening this week in the land of all things Sarah? It's been a fairly busy week, but then again, I guess it's been a fairly busy couple of weeks. Today as I was walking out of school, someone asked me what I was doing for the weekend and I was completely shocked, as I was under the impression that it was around Tuesday.

Schoolwise, I've been finding my lessons longer than usual. I think there's some kind of conspiracy to use magnets to slow down all of the watches so that time goes slower than usual. Each lesson is a drag of an hour, I can't remember the last time that I wasn't waiting it out.

On that note, there's revision to be started but I haven't really gotten around to it. I'm going to go to the library next Tuesday night and really get a head start on it. There's quite a bit of work to cover, but I've got about two months which isn't really bad.

This week was mainly dominated by the arrival of the French Penpal DVD. There is a class in a french Lycee, which is now twinned with our school, and so they made us a DVD. We were all mortified to see how well they did there's considering how rubbish ours were. Then there was the whole palava of the penpals themselves. We first decided that I could wait to get mine, so at first I was the girl “sans-correspondant” which was fine. Then one girl, Jessie, was paired up with me, because we are both apparently crazy. All I can say is that they have different levels of crazy in France because that girl is not a patch on me. Our msn conversation was as dry as a taco, so I was surprised the next day, when it turned out she'd added someone else from my school and they'd got on like a house on fire. Therefore I switched from Jessie to Jennifer. I Jennifer, however, doesn't have an email, so I'll be writing to her by mail. I hope she's a little more forthcoming than Jessie. It was a pity as well, because I was very excited about it.

Jess told me that her fish died, which is awful, because they were amazing fish. Aggie did all this decorating, she was a regular..I want to say one of the people from “Changing Rooms” but Jess wouldn't understand that reference, it being an English thing, therefore I shall refrain.

This week, in my frees, my friends and I have been planning a pretend trip to Hong Kong. We're going to fly there on a long haul, then stay in Vicky's uncle's house, which he doesn't use and go everywhere! Vicky wanted to go to Syal, and I wanted to go to Tokyo, so we reached a middle ground with Hong Kong.

For a lot of things this week, I've felt like I'm the one making the effort, and the other person in the relationship isn't responding. The penpal thing is one example, but I also do literacy mentoring, and I bought my mentee this nice folder with a pen and pad to write down new words, and she didn't even seem that pleased. That cost me lots of money!

There's this girl in year eight, who I know, because she is my ex-best friend's little sister. She's really smart, a regular super brain, and she has all these kooky ideas. I like her, but her friends don't really get her, in the way that she doesn't have any. I get that, I mean, in year eight it's difficult. Everyone is at different levels, some girls have matured, some have started dating, and others are behind. She's also not completely mastered the social skills. I don't mean she's no Camilla Parker Bowles, but she's struggling to be a Diana.

I've been going into the library every morning, causing me to be late for registration, to have a chat with Mrs Cox, and find out what is what. We had a good old argument about Prince Charles the other day. To be honest, I'm not so pro-royals, because I don't really think they represent England...at least they don't represent the youth! Maybe Harry and William, but still, they're expiriences are nothing like the average teenager's, after all, the rest of us didn't attend Eton, did we?

I leant someone my security pass this week, and she's not given it back. I'm so making her pay for it. I mean, I'm not spiteful, but you shouldn't borrow something unless you are willing to pay to replace it? Or if not, you should take super good care with it. And it costs money! Such a drag.

This month I've been roleplaying on ue. Is it just me, or is that place kind of dead? I mean, there's no one there..maybe twenty members or so. No new members. I guess because no books are coming out, but I didn't expect it to be so obvious.

Today on the way home from school, I got so happy because I saw the tulip buds forming. That's awesome, because it means that Tulips will be here soon. I adore tulips, they're my favourite flowers, I just know there are going to be some beautiful pink and yellow ones this year..I can't decide if I prefer the hybrids or pure breeds?

What does everyone think about wearing animals? I know it's always NO NO NO if it's a cute little sheep or mink, but today my friend was wearing crocodile skin for a belt. She argued that they weren't endangered, nor does the world need any more crocodiles. I don't think that's the point, it's still ethically warped to kill an animal for fashion. No one else seemed to think it was a bit deal, so I let it drop, but what's the view of the internet?

Arg, mum is nagging, so I'll wrap it up.

I got a volunteer thing in a fair trade coffee shop, which is awesome, and ties in with my hours at the charity shop, so I can go to both in one day, and it's every other Saturday, so no biggie.

Tomorrow there are some science master classes which want me to wake up early! Scandalous. I wanted to go to bed in a minute, but now that mum has told me to, if I go,it would be like I was giving in, so I'll have to stay up, but I really don't want to stay up, nor do I want to seem defeated. Should I sleep with the light on? Maybe not..that's a big waste of electricity. And she's going to hear the bed creak when I get on it. No wonder she bought me such a rubbish matress, it's so that she can keep tabs on me. Scandalous.

Rachel finished reading Twilight, soon it shall conquer the world! Now if only my librarian would order in New Moon!

Wind's Nocturne

2007-03-02T20:54:00.000Z

I am very busy, really busy, we're talking two extracurricular activities every lunchtime, sometimes at the same time. Here is a nice video to entertain you.

Clean sheets

2007-02-20T16:53:00.000Z

I have continued to clean my room like there is no tomorrow. It is now in a ridiculous state of cleanliness, so much so that the letter that I recieved from Yasamin today looks very out of place, on my bed.

I did all my laundry yesterday, with no prompting from my mother! I washed my pjs, my towels, my sheets, my duvet and pillow cover, and my socks. And then I put them in the dryer, and then I put them back on my bed!
After that, I put on my nice clean things, and got into my nice clean bed and fell asleep.

I wonder if I've mentioned that I've taken up running? I have. Basically, it was tuesday, last tuesday, and I was thinking that I should do more exercise so I decided to go for a jog. When I got back I was completely disgusted with how awful I felt, and how out of breath I was, and how long it took for me to recover. I suppose the thing is that I'ver never had a weight problem so I've never really thought about seriously using. Also I was doing PE, and I walk from school, but now I'm not doing PE anymore, and walking isn't really cardio. In fact, normally I have to stop running because I'm out of breath before my muscles start complaining, so the point is that although yes, I do get tired, my whole cardiac system needs a work out! I've been jogging every night this week, a little more everyday. Tonight I think I'll go up and down the road, and I should feel pretty good about that.

Yesterday I had quite a lot to do, like, bio coursework and I had a french oral, but I managed to get it done, and watch an episode of buffy, and then go to bed at a decent hour. Tonight, I haven't really got any school work. I'll look over my biology, dna and all that jazz, but there's nothing specific.

Today I have my french oral. I sort of knew I was going to get it, but our teacher told us we would have it in french, so half the class was like "we don't," and half "we do." We missed the last few days before half term, which made the whole thing even more shakey, then yesterday I went into class and I got given my oral times! I was so shocked. Luckily we don't have to do a presentation, just five minutes talking about a stimulus, and five minutes talking about general conversation questions.

It turned out to be quite simple. I got a stimulus about kids who couldn't read, and there were four prompting points, so I answered those and then blabbed on about my education, which you can do. I had twenty minutes to prepare in the library, and so I pretty much read what I had written down.

For my general conversation questions I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to understand what he was asking, so the first question "tell me what you know about immigration in france" I just blabbed on and on and on and on, trailing off rather pathetically with "they have lots of problems, like...the riots, and....the..riots. yes." But it appears that I went on for over five minutes, so it was cool, and he didn't ask me anything else. He said that everything was great, like, tone and expression and reaction, but my grammar was quite weak, and I know that because I was too relaxed and I wasn't checking my agreements and stuff, but that will not be the case for my actually exam so it's cool.

We also got our common assessments back, and I got an A so wooopeee for meeee.

Anyone heard about OUR FRIEND MICHAEL? He was down on the weekend, but I cheered him UP I think. I also had a fabulous time on UE, which was nice, and Kiz is a lot nicer than I ever gave her credit for! She talks like Laura! "Well Random" indeed.

Madeline said that my posts do not have a point so I am making one here.

*giggle*

My wall!

2007-02-17T18:32:00.000Z

Today, I was tidying my room, then I got out of control, and started tidying like there was NO TOMORROW.
Anyway, then I started looking at my wall, the one I stick things on, on my wardrobe, and I decided to give it a tidy, because it was getting old and boring. So I took lots of bits down, and got lots of new things that I wanted to stick on it out.
The stuff I stick on there are things like newspaper articles that interest me, drawings I do, particularly funny comics, stickers, postcards, photos, anything that catches my eye. Today I mounted a couple of ticket stubs, made a collage of some edinburgish postcards that Melissaaaaaah sent me and dug up some photos of me in Tenerife.

Here are some pictures of the finished wall, after I stuck everything back on.
The first one is the collage of the edinburugian post cards.
This one has a lot of harry potter stuff, showing I'm a big geek. There's a pic of Ginny, a picture from D&G, a drawing I did, a few comics stuck together, and to the right of the date, there's a little rectangle which is a digimon card.Then this one, at the top there are a lot of postcards, a making fiends sticker, a sea life scene, a birthday card my brother made me, and a letter from the society of failures.

I hope you have enjoyed looking at my wall. Below my wall, is my desk. My wall is a part of my wardrobe, and therefore I am able to stick things on it with blue tack. Soon, I may put a poster on the wall next to my wall. Can you believe this? It will be the first poster. THE FIRST.

It's Graceland!

2007-02-12T20:00:00.000Z

SOME of you might know that I am doing a week volunteering in a care home, near my house this week. What a good use of the half term, some of you might say. Others of you might say nothing, merely stare at me and squint slightly. Yes, I am talking about my cat. She says nothing, merely stares and squints slightly. I think this is because her cheek has gotten so fat it is interfering with her eye space.

Some would be concerned, but I always knew that Olive's fatness would end up consuming her, and I am sure she will be fully capable of rolling to her bowl and litter tray. And hey, if she can't always get to her bowl, that's not such a problem is it?

I feel quite shallow today, because although I spent the day with nine people with mental and physical disabilities, helping them, hanging out with them, and generally having a good time, I never realised how snobby I can be. This came to me when we started eating. So obviously it wsan't pretty, I mean it wasn't AWFUL, more like...say a five year old eating. But I was thinking this to console me, and it totally didn't, because I wouldn't want to watch a five year old eating either! Basically, I am horrid when it comes to anyone less capable than me. I realised that it's the same with people who aren't as smart as me, I just don't think they are worth it. Obviously I am more compassionate to the residents of the care home, but the same principle applies.

But I shall not get bogged down, it does make sense, and I wasn't exactly repulsed.

BUT, this cafe that we were eating at, is hireing volunteers, and I was like "i'm a volunteer!" so I'm totally going to get an application form. It would be awesome to work there. I'd be a waitress! It's like, this completely fair trade cafe, and it's really quaint and serves sandwiches and the staff are really friendly, so if I could work there it would be swell, 'specially as I could get tips, because I have a feeling I am costing mum quite a lot and it would be good if I could stop spending her money, and maybe earn some of my own, instead of EMA.

I came home, and mum still hasn't gone shopping, so I made pancakes, because you can make those with hardly anything in the house.

Here is a picture of a cat. It's not my cat, but it's adorable.

Isn't it?

Today

2007-02-11T19:59:00.000Z

I wish my mum would tidy her stuff away from the table, so that I could eat on it again.

Snow Day!

2007-02-09T12:44:00.000Z

So anyone in England knows that it's all snowtastic over here! I was so shocked when I woke up! It's great isn't it? Those few moments when you think "is it normally this bright?" and then you open the curtains and it's all covered in white. I didn't even go into the garden, because it looks so nice and I don't want to ruin it.
So it snowed yesterday early morning, I stayed up trying to see if it was going to, but I sucummed to slumber before the first flakes started to fall! Trust me hey?
Anyway, I was supposed to go to this French Conference at Birmingham University, and I was a bit annoyed about going because I ddin't want to miss school, as I would have missed some pivetol lessons, and teaching myself is a lot harder than it seems to begin with.
So I woke up on Thursday morning, and the first thing I did was establish the lines of contact avec Rachel, who was also supposed to be going. We arranged to meet previously at 9.45 at the station, but I wasn't sure if she was going. I wasn't too keen on going myself, because it seemed like a nice excuse not to go to the conference. But Rachel pretty much begged me to go, and I did have a cute winter outfit (more on that later) so I figured I might as well, otherwise I'd just spend all day online, and that would be a killer waste.
And to top it all off, we found out that school was closed, so I wouldn't even miss any lessons! Super!!! I was so thrilled I did a little jig. I was really not looking forward to trying to teach myself the concept of DNA translation.
While I was waiting for Rachel at the train station, I saw Aleysha and Cat go past in a train and Rachel and I arrived shortly after them, bumping straight into Kat who had come on the bus. Do you know how many universities have their own train station in England? I'll give you a clue, Birmingham University's Station is called "University Station." Anyway, I yelled "narrrrnia!" and suggested we look for a talking beaver, but they declined this.
Let me describe what we were all wearing.
I was wearing a grey woolen dress, grey trousers, my red doc marten boots which were fantastically water proof AND gave me added height, so my trousers didn't get wet, red gloves and a red hat. Very winterable.
Kat was wearing fashion boots, linen trousers, lady gloves (one of which she'd lost) and a jumper.
The poor dear.
At one point, I wondered why she was so ill-equipt for the snow, when surely Russia is colder than that. To this she had no answer. I gave her my gloves.
Alex was wearing boots which had completely soaked through, and I deigned to touch them, even though she offered the oppurtunity repeatedly.
Aleysha was wearing very long trousers which soaked up approximately eight litres of water and caused her to create a puddle everytime we stopped for a while.
Basically, I was glad that my mother is so good at buying me practical clothes.

It was really strange to be at the university. Some of my friends might remember that the last time I was there, I was attending the Summer School in the hottest week of the year, and now it was covered in snow! Amazing! The last time I saw the bell tower, it was backed on an azure sky, now it was all snowed on! We even ate our lunch in a cafe that I used to eat in!

Enough about that. The conference was very good, I enjoyed it, and I am pleased to say I understood a lot of what they were discussing. I had some musings while in the conference, here they are:

Musings of Sarah

Consider the Headscarf. Not only does it make mother, mother's friends and doting aunts think you are the human inc arnation of modesty, but it also acts as a handy head warmer, protection from all elements!

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Also, a place to store cookies!

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Perhaps biscuits are not a good idea, as crumbs could pose a problem.

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But if the cookies are wrapped in cellophane?

Would not the rustling distrupt your thoughts?

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Nay, it is your thoughts which should be wrapped in cellophane and hidden in your headscarf.

(commentary by Alex)

"Sarah Murano. Modest young woman or serial biscuit hider?" Critically anaylse this statment, and discuss whether it is justified or not (17) Quality of written comunication carries 3 marks.

later

The philosphical musings of Sarah Murano

As with polonecks, and halter neckts, the warmer and more practical the item of clothing, the less fashionable.

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But what of the multicoloured monstrosity of a halter neck your mother bought you when you were twelve? Neither fashionable nor practical.

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Perhaps it's soul was fashionable.

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So when deciding clothes, one must look at it's innermost soul.

There are some more, but I'll leave it there, so as not to bore you to extinction.

We all went home on the train, which was fun enough even though we had to get off and on a couple of times, and my docs actually started to hurt quite a bit. When I got home, it was still snowing, and on the way back from the station, I (being a genius) pulled a snow covered branch down for closer inspection. Then let it go back up, covering me in snow. I shrieked. The old man behind me was not amused.

Then, when I got home, I painted my nails, for the first time in months!

All in all, it was a great day, I'm so glad rachel convinced me to go, because otherwise, I wouldn't have left the house! I had a really super snow day!

xxxxxxxxxxxx

p.s. Jess is green

Super Girl!

2007-02-04T13:57:00.000Z

Yo ho ho ho. H o ho ho. Lalal. Sooop.
Now that the crazy is out of the way, my mum just gave me some orange juice, but the only reason she did it, was because she wanted to recycle the carton. Tell me, does the end justify the means?
Urrg, I drank it, but it had all the rubbish bit at the end. I like the juicy bit at the begining.
So this week, my mum bought like...twenty necterines. It was great. There was the "perfectly ripe" variety, the "nearly ripe" variety, the "ripen in bowl" variety and the "keep in fridge" variety. I'm sure Megz is swooning at the idea of all these necterines.
Speaking of Megz, anyone else excited about Harry Potter? I sure am!

This week, I am seizing the moment, living for the day! Damn straight! So on Monday, I decided to cut my hair, I was all like "I'm going to cut my hair." It was actually because my hairdresser was all "I can't makei t because I have another appointment" and it was like.."what is this..????" I mean since when can hairdressers do that? Anyway, I decided to dye my hair, but I couldnt' find the right colours. I had honey, red, brown, orange. They all go with black too well. I wanted maybe a pale green, or a purple or pink or something, but no luck. Anyway, I decided if i couldn't dye it, I would cut it, so I got the scissors and started a hacking away. It went major triangular, but I quite like it. A bit like Selene in Underworld. Man am I concieted.

Then...then...Uh..I'm sure something happened. I know at some point during the week I yelled "Work that broom!" At this girl sweeping, and I asked one of my teachers "what's happening?" in way of greeting. Oh! and I stuck a bunch of post-its around school saying things like "This locker is HAUNTED." Also I kicked ass on this bio test and got my first full marks on a history paper! Man is that cool! And then I blew off school work to watch six consecutive episodes of Buffy.

So, good week. I only stayed at the hospital for two hours, served the tea and left, no small talk, not in the mood. Also, I arranged a placement in a residential home in the half term, more on that another time. And I read a poem called Ozymandias. You should read it. Man will it depress you.

Rocking Boots

2007-01-27T20:02:00.000Z

Today, check this out, I went out! OuT. As in, left the house, not to do charity work or for school, or attend a religious function, or go to see friends of my mother. Actually out of my own accord. I went to the shopping centre, the one in town, not the one in birmingham, because mum doesn't like me going there, blah blah. I was supposed to be going with Louise and Charlotte and Neela, because Neela and I are engaged and we were meant to be buying the ring. Unfortunatemente, Neela has come down with a horrid virus, and Charlotte's mom and brother have the same thing, so she wasn't so keen on coming with and obviously Neela was out.

So that just left myself and Lou, which was really better, because it's a bit of a bummer to go shopping with a load of people, because they all want to do different things and it's a bit crappy. Either way, it was fine for me, particuliarment as Louise lives quite close to me, and has kooky fashion sense.

I actually arrive only seven minutes late, which was amazing, and I was vair proud of myself

crap, I forgot about this...never mind.

I got some wonder woman underwear, and a tee that says "hip to be square" with a pic of spongebob on it.

THE PATRIOT

2007-01-24T21:21:00.000Z

So, tonight was post sixteen evening. That's where all the students who want to come to our school for the last two years of education before university can come and look around. Most of the students are internal, so they know the school and are just interested in the specific subject areas, but we get a few students who are the smart cookies in their schools and are considering transferring in. It's a bit of a nerve wracking time, because you have to make the choice whether or not you're going to leave your friends to do something on your own, and even if that's a brave sentiment, it might not necessarily be the best thing to do. Also, it's terrifying. I stayed on at my school, and I'm so thrilled that I did, because everything here fits, I've got my niche, but it also means that I can't really understand how those girls are feeling, as they walk around.

I always volunteer to help out at open evenings, so it made sense to volunteer for post sixteen evenings. Every year I volunteer as a guide, which means you put on your good uniform, you polish your schools and then take a group around your school, answering questions and showing them what they want to see. It can be difficult, because sometimes the people in your group have colliding interests, or sometimes no interests at all! I enjoy guiding because I'm genuinely enthusiastic about our school and passionate about my subjects. As a guide, I can offer insights, answer questions, reassure them and basically, make conversation. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm pretty good at making conversation. Basically, if I had a calling in life, it would be guiding, or bothering patients in hospitals. Either way, it's a captive audience, and all that talking means I'm not a blabber mouth later on, because I've used up all my conversational skill.

Granted, I've scared a whole lot of potential students. I can't help it! I become relaxed, and there is no thought process when I start speaking. A lot of things which seem funny, are really not, and a lot of things I find funny which again are really not. Luckily, more recently I feel as though I am able to distinguish between what is, and what isn't suitable to say, what's being quirky, and what's being weird, how far you can push the normal social boundaries before people become uncomfortable. Little by little, I'm improving.

So tonight, Kat came to my house first, actually, I'll just go through my day. I woke up this morning with an epiphany. I realised that I had triple booked myself. I was supposed to be doing biology coursework from nine to twelve thirty in the morning, going to a talk on oxbridge at eleven and going to the orthodontist at half past. It's amazing how I had before this not put the thoughts together. I'd spoken about going to the talk, about having to go to the orthodontist and I was very aware of my coursework, but it was only when I woke up that I realised what had happened, and how I was now supposed to be in three places at once. I immediately made a plan. I couldn't cancel biology, nor orthodontist, but I could get someone to tell me about the talk, so I crossed that off my schedule. Unfortunately, that still left me supposed to be at the dentists when I was carrying out an experiment. I mused over the problem while eating my breakfast ( not covered in orange juice- ewww) and alighted on a small fact which could be my saving grace. Someone had mentioned that if you finished the coursework, you could go, you didn't have to stay for the full three and a half hours. However, that would mean for me, finished everything in less than two hours, almost half the time it would take everyone else. I'm not going to outline my biology coursework, but I decided that if instead of doing my repeats after the original experiment, I could do them all together, collect all three sets of data, and finish early enough for my to catch the bus to the surgery which was a risky business in itself, given my prowess at getting the bus.

I started my biology coursework in school, and surprisingly it all ran smoothly, barring a smashing glass incident ( I swear test tubes used to be made out of stronger stuff) and I actually finished before eleven. My teacher looked at my skeptically when I asked if there was anything further for me to do, but after looking at my results said that I had finished the experiment in the shortest time anyone had ever done it, and gotten accurate results. I scampered off out of school, it was second period, and I intended to get back in time to catch the end of the third. After getting the bus ( he charged me a pound, so not fair) I arrived at the surgery, tried to open the door (wrong one genius) then walked calmly through the sliding door. I was called in fairly quickly and although I had been hoping to get the dastardly things taken off, he just put a new set on, a tighter one! Obviously my teeth immediately started to feel tense but I put on a brave face. It was at this point that I realised I didn't have enough money to get back to school (darn that bus driver) so I decided that since my house was within walking distance, I would go home instead, get some paracetamol and then let my mom take me back. While I was walking, I realised that the next three periods I had were history, lunch and then a free, which I was supposed to speak to the french assistant in. I had already missed the beginning of history, but I wasn't worried, as I'm fairly adept at history, and could easily catch up. Lunch would probably be easier at home, not to mention cheaper, and I hated spending that free period with the french assistant.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I decided to ditch school.

Yeah you heard me, DITCH SCHOOL. As in, not going to a lesson, because I don't feel like it! I've gotta say I've never done it before, and man is it empowering!

Truth be told, I spent that extra three hours drafting out a french essay on multiculturalisme, but at least I wasn't stuck in school with the stupid french assistant, having to give my opinion on having pets!

I resurfaced in school for sixth period, which was Chemistry, and I kinda needed to be in the class because no one takes it seriously, and thus no one has notes for me to copy up. I was in amazing spirits, having spent the previous three hours eating cookies and enthusiastically colour coding my notes (french law= blue, french politics= red) and basically had a super time. Unfortunately my classmates thought I was high.

So there you have it, ditching class, IS healthy.

Kat and I walked home, we were having a really good time, I think, although I'm sure she was upset about something or other and man does that girl walk slowly. When we got home, Kat amused herself in my room, tinkering with all my stuff and lounging around on my bed, while I changed and then we had tomato soup. Kat's never had tomato soup, can you believe?? She thought it was amazing, as it is. I reassured her that she'd have plenty when she went to university. We watched a french film and then got ready for the post sixteen evening.

Post sixteen evening always makes me feel patriotic about my school. Seriously, by the end I was very close to handcuffing myself to a pillar and refusing to leave. It just feels so great, it's like..my second home. I love love love school. I never wake up in the morning and say "uuuh I don't want to go to schoooool." Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed, and sometimes I don't want to go to a lesson, but I never don't want to go to school. Just thinking about graduating depresses me.

To begin with, I took a family around and met my friends in different rooms. I love that friendly feeling I get when I say hi to my friends in the corridor, and I can see how perfectly I fit in to school, how nice it all is. After that I spent some time in history, with my history homegirls, who were at first appalled at my skipping class, but soon lightened up. Then I went to french and did a double act with Kat, which seemed to go down quite well although I'm sure some teachers were laughing at us. I swung by the library for a little while and gushed about how I loved it before returning to history and chatting to potential historians, while sharing tidbits about the more scandalous side of history. For example, when Louise XIV was in Paris as a child, he fell in a fountain and was too short so he couldn't get out and was eventually found there in the evening. The girl I mentioned that to laughed, but said it couldn't possibly be relevant, to which I retorted that it actually was relevant and that I'd used it in an essay. FYI, it was one of the reasons he created Versailles and moved out of the capital.

At the end of the night, after some more historical bonding, I met up with Kat and her mum, who dropped me home and I wrote this! What a day! Tomorrow is the first day of book club, set up by Nandi. I'm the secretary!! No clue what I do as secretary. I finished reading the musketeers which was great, a very good all round story, I was sad to see it end. I'm currently battling with "far from the maddening crowd" by Hardy, which is difficult, but the plot pulls me on. Haven't had any time to read today, and shan't if I want to get to bed at a decent hour.

I recieved a letter from Yasamin, and also a lot of glitter, I shall reply to you m'dear, but not tonight, as obviously I've been vair vair busy. I also got an email from Jess, in which she revealed that if you live in California, your life is like a montage from the OC. (honest Megz :p)

I hope Melissaaaaaaaaah is betttaaaaar.

Does anyone know what a wolfkin is?

This blog entry is ovvva

Late night on ward seven

2007-01-20T11:12:00.000Z

So for the last two days, I've had like..hardly any lessons because my teachers are all AWOL so that suits me fine, after all, i just had three exams! It was pretty cool, is anyone else following the french elections? I'm rooting for Sarkozy, he's the man!....I cannot believe I just said that. Phew.

Also, I love love love Digimon. Although I've watched an unhealthy amount of it in the last week. So not my fault.

Last night, I was a bit worried about going to the hospital, because I hadn't gone in a while, what with being ill and then on holiday, so I was concerned that my placement might have gone to someone else, but luckily that didn't happen! There were SUCH nice people there yesterday. One guy noted the headscarf and said "thank you" in arabic, which obviously I don't speak, but I could understand that. Isn't that sweet? Making such an effort. And this other guy, was going on about how great it was that I was volunteering and helping the community and then there were these two old ladies who were such good fun, they were giggling about one of the doctors on duty and kept telling me how nice their tea was, which was good, because I'm very self concious about my tea. I put like, eight tea bags in for good measure, because there's nothing worse than weak tea! Practically everyone in the entire ward was drinking, so I made two pots, but I got round pretty fast either way, I'd arrived earlier as well, so I had a bit of time to spare. I spoke to the patients for a bit, but visiting hours were really over so most of them had company, and the others were a bit too drugged up to really hold up a conversation. Then I met this nice doctor lady, who asked if I wanted to do medicine, and when I said I was thinking about it, she was like "no no, don't do it" and said I should shadow her and see how awful it is. So I did shadow her and I found out that they still give morphine! I totally didn't know that! Ok, yes, only in small amounts but still. Anyway, it did seem kind of boring, with all the paper work, but it was still fun. I think I might organise a shadowing placement actually, to get to grips with it a bit more. But if I apply for medicine, not only is that the rest of my life, it also means I'd be going to Birmingham and I was kinda looking forward to moving out. This doctor said she went to the imperial college of london, which is awesome, and that was the only reason she moved out. I'd like to apply to Kings I think. At least one London university, but obviously I'm waiting on my results. Oooh it's all kicking off.
Wow, I was so busy this week. On monday I had islamic society, then on tuesday I had french club, and wednesday library duty! Next thursday we're starting a book club, so that should be really good. On the topic of books, I'm reading "The Three Musketeers" by Alex Durmas, although it's the abridged version, so it's much shorter. It's quite good, because it ties into my history lessons, what with the Duke of Buckingham, although it fails to point out that he's very gay...how odd. The characters are all kinda studs, and have mistresses and trysts and all kinds, sometimes consequtively! It's very shocking.
Mr Kearsey was going on about "how far how fast" in chemistry, and I copied it down, but I have like, no clue, so I'm going to read up on it. Infact, I have the book in my lap right now, so I should read up on it in a momento.
I bought Alex, La Haine for christmas and his birthday and really need to give it to him, but he's working alot these days, so there is not much of a chance.
I've made lots of new friends this week, or made people who I randomly see, into close friends although unfortunately the opposite seems true for Minal.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned underworld and underworld evolution. They are tres good films. Kate Beckinsale is awesome. Speaking of, someone stole Kim's pencil case yesterday, and I swear on Kate Beckinsale that it was not me!
Not much else to report. I'm worried that Megan has blocked me, PLEASE UNBLOCK ME PLUMCAKE! Also, I'm getting back to grips with my penfriends, all is good.

SARAH OUT!

Bitesized exams! Dellllish

2007-01-12T18:01:00.000Z

So there's this book, it's called Twilight and it's so good. Seriously, I read like, three paragraphs and then have to close the book and hyperventilate for a while before I can calm down. Meagan reccomended it to me, tis fantastical.
I had two exams this week, chemistry and biology which went fairly well, I think. I don't think I'm going to repeat them unless I get a C or less.
Urrg, I've got nothing to say so I wont bore you, life is great, but not so great that I can write about it being great. Different kinds of great.

Uuurg got to do biology coursework.

xxx

Did I die?

2007-01-05T12:20:00.000Z

Perchance no! I GOT HOME MY GOD HOME ROCKS SO HARD! Don't you just LOVE LOVE LOVE home? My god I love home. At home, right, you have like, your bed, and your shoes and your clothes and I am SO GODDAMN THRILLED ABOUT BEING HOME I THINK I MIGHT CRY. After I sleep for about three thousand years it's going to be great yayayayayyyyayay.
Megan, I am working on the assumption that you did not, in fact, get drunk alone this christmas holidays, so GO YOU YAYAYAY I was thinking about you lots and lots like jelly tots.

In saudi arabia, despite having kick ass hotels and cheap room service and nazguls, they don't really do christmas.

I was also living in a refugee camp for a week and I didn't get pregnant, I don't think. Go me!!!!

MEllissaaaah I looooove the stuff you sent me! Unfortunately if you take unsuitable literature to saudi arabia you can get arrested, so I have not read it yet. Olive is still at alex's so she has not got her toys yet.

The mail has been been sent to the post office cause we were away, but I CANNOT WAIT TO GET MY STUFF. Jess, you better have liked your gift, we went through PERIL. damn near got thrown out of a library. A library which has probably sent me a fine by now....

Urrrg, we got so badly ripped off. How can people rip you off on the hajj? I do not know, but it soooo happend. Man did we get ripped off.

There she goes.....there she goes again...

2006-12-15T17:14:00.000Z

Alas, I am going on holiday, and by holiday I mean a religious pilgramage. I hope to achieve spiritual enlightenment, it would be swell. I should be back in about a month, all ready for my january exams. Not.

Also...also nothing. Megan, do not, I repeat, do not get drunk for no reason. You may get drunk on new years and christmas if absolutely necessary, but only with company, NO DRINKING ALONE. Vair sorry I can't be the first to talk to you!

xxxxxxxx

ok

2006-12-02T22:45:00.000Z

so I wrote a really long blog, but then the computer messed up and I'm so not typing that all out again. To summarise, I've been gardening, I did some chemistry revision, the degree of the week is history and oriental studies and I am working on another project, featuring pikachu.

TUBES

2006-11-29T16:22:00.000Z

Has anyone else seen that video of Laura and Yas singing "you stole my test tube!"? it's really good. They should be in a broadway show. Like yes.

Lottie, is really really really big. If you ever meet her, you will surely spend several hours staring at her and saying "you are realllly big, I feel realllly small."

Also, I saw a hot guy in Beaties (So hot I nearly reordered just to keep sitting there and staring at him) and his name is RYAN. Not Oliver, RYAN.

I have been eating too many sugared almonds, I produce them from my pocket from time to time, it is vair vair amusing.

Urrrrg I sooo need to get a grip, my school work is going so far downhill that it's in a swampy pile at the bottom of the garden and all my teachers are like "are you ok?" and I'm like " LEAVE ME ALONE I WANT MY TIME!" and then I try to go to sleep and my mum is like "it's too early for you to go to sleep" and I object to this blatant ageist notion that I have to go to bed after nine o clock.

My friend Minal got hit by a bird. Ok not really, but she totally could have, and I told our chemistry class that that was why oh no my mum is here bye now

Sugared Almonds!

2006-11-17T16:41:00.000Z

Today I am updating my blog, because I have not been updating my blog. The reason for this is threefold. Actually, I don't think it is, but I like the word "threefold." Anyway, basically, when I am not doing homework, or feeling guilty about not doing homework, I am obsessing about either ISWAK or Buffy, season six of which I have recently purchased spikeissohotohmygodcantbreathenowonderimnotgettinganyworkdone which although well worth it, means that I spend all night watching (and rewatching) episodes, and then all day in a Buffy flavoured daydream, which is wonderful for General Studies, but not so great for Biology which is so amazingly information heavy that if you don't pay 100% attention and then go home and lesson review then review again at the end of the week and then test yourself at the end of the next week then you are screwed and this represents my situation with much clearness.

Anywayz, look there are some sugared almonds on this page, just for you. Actually, I am going to put up some other pictures of other sweeties I like! Oh yay the joys of sugarness ness ness. Megan is so awesome, she's on episode fourteeeen and loving it. Charlotte (harlot) is awful, don't speak to her. Bobbo has clearly lost it and gone power crazy, but we always knew he was edging towards that way so it's not the biggest surprise ever.

Oh...I forgot this was open..I got ...distracted..with some youtube clips...

STOP JUDGING ME

Watch these too!

2006-11-11T17:26:00.000Z

Shame on you who didn't want the full episode! You are missing out I tell you! Megan is on episode 7, which is fairly good, and she loves it, don't you meagan! Just read her blog and it'll tell you! Lottie-love, here is all of episode 2, let me know when, and I'll post the rest :) Alternatively, you could search for it on Youtube. Jessss, I don't know why you don't understand it, it's awesome! Ok, the first episode isn't great, but it's worth it just to get into the series! HONEST. These have better quality so maybe you'll be able to enjoy them more.

Episode 2 -1/2

Episode 2 -2/2

Aiyyooo! They are so good. I've just watched the last, episode 20, and it's so sad! Honestly, I'm an emotional wreck after this series, but it's all good And it's not like it leaves a great gaping hole in your life like somethings. Not to mention it's insanely funny.

Here is an essay for you

Sarah Murano 12Y November 2006

Question 2: Read the following source and then answer the questions.
From King James P. Croft, 2003

"Another issue that caused unease was the fear of "undertaking". A group led by the Commons veteran Sir Henry Neville promised before the opening of the 1614 session to manage the Parliament more productively for the king."

a. Comment on the "manage" in the context of preparations for the Addled Parliament of 1614.

The First Parliament had ended quite unsucessfully, with James being let down on the issues that he had wanted to discuss (The Union) and Parliament feeling that they were being bypassed, particularly as James frequently mentioned that he only used Parliament as they were "convinient." For this reason, to make the second parliament "more productive" would most likely mean to make the parliament more organised, so that issues were discussed more efficiently and more agreements were arrived upon. The "group led by the Commons veteran Sir Henry Neville," therefore "undertook" this task, but the fear was that "manage" meant to fix Parliament in the favour of the King.

b. Explain why the Addled Parliament ended so quickly.

James called the Addled Parliament because he needed money for his son's funeral and his daughter's wedding, but his court was not united in the desire to call Parliament. The Howard Family represented a very strong pro-catholic faction who were against the calling of Parliament, and beforehand attempted to persuade James to do otherwise because Parliament was strongly protestant and would critisize the faction in front of the King, which might cause them to loose favour. Before Parliament was called therefore, they employed "spoiling tactics" such as suggesting that the King would get more money with impositions, rather than with Parliament. They also insinuated that when Henry Neville had promised to "manage" the parliament for the King, he meant that he would pack it with the King's men so that the outcome would be more favourable to the King, although many historians are unsure as to whether this was the case, or fully disagree. Due to this, when Parliament opened, the house was full of mistrust and suspicion towards the King.

After the Bates' Case which had been raised in the First Parliament, in which James used the courts to create a precedent and therefore practically create a new law, Parliament felt that they were being sidestepped because they weren't agreeing with the King's wishes. They knew that the King's main reason to call parliament was for money and so were relucatant to provide him with a large sum, as this would make them redundant for a time, and there was also the worry that James would simply splurge on gifts and banquets as he was well known to do. For these reasons, although James called the Parliament for a subsidy, they did not grant him one. Instead they began discussions on impositions.

The issue of impositions, which were additional taxes "imposed" by the King without being sanctioned by Parliament, had been initially settled in 1606, with the Bates' Case, where the precedent created meant that impositions were to be paid, and not paying them was an illegal offence. However, by this time James was recieving around £70,00 a year in impositions which was about the equivalent of one parliament subsidy, and this bothered Parliament, as they were, as always concerned that James would dissolve them permanently and rule absolutely, without their aid. For this reason they restarted discussions on impositions, but this infuriated James as he felt he was going in circles. The reason for starting the Parliament had been money, and not only were they refusing it to him they were also reviving a topic which had been settled years ago. Granted, England was expiriencing the hardest depression of the centuary, so even if Parliament had been so inclined, they would not have been able to give him an acceptable subsidy.

With Parliament refusing him money, James could not afford to give up impositions, and Parliament also stood firm, refusing to let the issue drop, and so the session went around in circles until James dissolved it only a few weeks later, it having issued no subsidies, and no legislation.

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Watch this

2006-11-10T08:44:00.001Z

Ok, I know the quality is not great, but it's so worth struggling through the first episode, because they just get better and better!!!

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holds head in hands

2006-10-29T10:54:00.000Z

Owww...I'm tired..my head hurts...so sufice to say that the party last night was amazing. I looked so cute in my dress! If you want to see pictures, ask me and I'll send them.
I was wearing my maryjanes, and that was awesome, because they are unbelievably comfortable, and by the end of the night (when it was just getting good) everyone else was like "oh god cut off my feet" because their stilletos were killing them, and I was like *boogies.* That said, by the end, even my feet were a little sore, probably because of all the dancing..
To begin with, just after desert, Fatimah and me stole the boombox, and set it up in kitchen playing dashboard confessional, while we sat on the floor and ate cake. I loved that, we were like..the weird girls you see when you are leaving a party. Then we played all these fifties songs and danced to them, and everyone who walked by thought we were crazy, and the little kids came in and watched us, and we knew that they'd remember seeing these crazy girls dancing in the kitchen.
After a while, when the first people started to disperse, we stole the dancefloor with our fifties toones, and forgot that we were right at the front of the room and everyone was looking at us, and just had some fun. At about half nine, my mum left, and actually said I should get a lift with someone, instead of dragging me home with her, so I am eternally grateful, I'd have hated to have left before the end. So we stayed until quite late, and then suddenly they were like "we have to give the hall back in ten minutes" so we ran around like crazy trying to tidy everything, and in my cake, trying to lick the icing off my fingers.

Ahhh, twas a fab night. After that, I feel ready to do all the work, and get back into school. I feeeeeel inspired. Everything is going to be better now, maybe.

Season six of buffy, which I ordered on Wednesday, didn't arrive yesterday and today, because of some ridiculous not working on sunday thing, it didn't come either! I have an inset day tomorrow, so hopefully it'll come then. FINGERS CROSSED.

Argg, I've got so much homework to do. I'm sure it'll get done eventually.

It's been nice on msn this week, I had a great conversation with Melissah yesterday, and Lottie of course. Meag is particularly nice to talk to on msn, and Jess too! Sometimes, I worry about how unbelievably nice my friends are...

In other news, I saw the lyrics for "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's on Kiwi's blog, and so I listened to it. I am totally addicted now. In fact I have to go and listen for my daily dose. I started singing it yesterday I think..

Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me, two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I do. You'll know it's all because of you.

A Narrative

2006-10-20T16:31:00.000+01:00

We were sitting in general studies, otherwise known as a collosal waste of time talking about marketing when I first bring it up.

"I'm changing my name," I say, whilst drawing a cat on my friend's work book.

"What?" Says Charlotte.

"My name, I'm changing it."

"To what?"

"To Tabia?"

"What? Why?"

"It's my code name."

"Your code name is Tibia?"

"Tabia."

"How come you get a code name," says Louise, interrupting.

I shrug.

"You can have one if you want."

"I'm Lulu, or Lolly"

"Oh me me me me, what's my code name?" Asks Charlotte.

"Kiwi?" I suggest

"YAaah! Kiwi," exclaims Charlotte, practically vibrating with glee.

"Wait, Sarah-"

"Tabia," I correct

"Whatever, Tabia, I thought you changed your name last week to 'Rawr,"

I consider this.

"Yes, you're right, I did, but now I'm changing it again. To Tabia."

"So what do we call you and stop doodling cats all over my work,"

"Call me Tabia..whenever I'm wearing my Tabia costume," I decide.

"And that is?"

I point.

"Oh right."

"But Sarah-" Charlotte begins.

"Tabia."

"Yeah, Tabia, you're always wearing your Tabia costume when we see you.

"Well then I guess you'll always be calling me Tabia."

"Let me get this straight," starts Louise, "When you're wearing you "Tabia Costume" we call you Tabia, when you aren't we call you Sarah?"

"No, when I'm not you call me 'Rawr, like we agreed last week."

"We did not, last week we agreed to call you 'Rawr normally, none of this Taybiah
stuff."

I consider this while shading in my cat.

"Ok, well that's the rule from now on."

"When do we call you Sarah?"

I pause and frown slightly.

"Call me Sarah...whenever my mum's around."

"Riiiiight..."

We gather our things and leave the class room, walking down the stairs.

"You know Sarah, I think you've lost it," states Charlotte.

"It's TABIA!!!" I shriek before hitting her with my bag and running away. "And I don't think I had it to begin with."

I love that advert, you know the one, with the bouncy balls?

2006-10-13T11:57:00.000+01:00

Yeah you know it. Everyone knows it. They show it in the cinema. It's one of my favourite adverts of all time. I also like the one with the paint, but it makes me sad because all the paint gets wasted.

<3

I'm in school and i ought to be using my free efficiently, but I'm out of paper, and it's friday, and I don't want to really. I have a general studies essay to do, it's on unemployment, but there isn't a title so I don't really know what I'm meant to do. I also have a history essay, it's going to take ages because it's a 25 mark one, although split into 3, 7, 15 marks. But still. I am not so keen on source based papers, because it's harder to relate what you know to a source, but I suppose if you are in the exam you are grateful for a source as it triggers your memory. I hope I get better at my subjects as I go on. I am pretty good at history, I got a nine out of ten on my last essay and always get "excellents" but I think I still need to get better, because I'm writing at GCSE level, albeit a high GCSE level.

<3

In Biology I did a test this week, as we do a lot of tests this week. This is the week that they find out how we have been progressing, although it seems to soon for them to determine anything, but I suppose it's not really been so short a time. In biology I did really well, I think I got the highest in the glass, 93%, and the only other girl who got that is redoing her year anyway, so I don't really think that counts. We have to do an independant study and I really don't think I did that right, but I do not mind because the teacher will probably go through it and then I'll understand.

<3

In Chemistry the last test I did I got a B, which was ok, but I did another test and I'll get the marks back today and I hope hope hope I got an A, because I really want to do well. After all, Lulu managed to get all As and a B, and although he is somewhat smarter than me, I am a girl, and girls can work harder. Also I am not trying to be a moderator on the ASoUE website, so that should also improve my work.

<3

The only thing which isn't really going great is my french, but maybe that will change next week. I am currently working at a C, which is not good, because I do not want to get a C at the end of the year. I would like all Bs, except for General studies, because I do not care about general studies. I suppose I will have to work harder than usual to try and improve, but it so difficult to improve something you need to improve. It's much easier to improve something you are good at to begin with, if that makes sense.

<3

I'm working at the hair dressers tomorrow. i'm going to do the rest of my biology self study because I'll be sitting and the desk, and I ordered a text book in the post which came yesterday so I was pleased. I'll also be able to revise my biology that I did this week, and plan my history essay I hope. I will be there for nine hours, 9 'til 6 which is a very long day to work, but I think that's alright, because I wont be working hard and I can do my homework at the same time. Also there is every chance that I will not be doing it every week, so it doesn't really matter. I wonder if I will get paid. I do not mind if I don't, but it would be nice if I was paid a little. Then again, one cannot expect to save the world if one expects a fee.

<3

I've become a bit worried that i'm not doing enough extra curricular activities. I know you are all sighing and saying that I do, but I want to go a really really good university, and to do that you need wonderfully good extra curricular activities. This is a worry for me, because although I do a little already, I would like to do more, but I would need to vary it, maybe to do something with children, and I don't know when I could do that. Also, I do not want it to intrude on my work, although I should point out that I think the more you have to do, the more you manage to do and you sometimes manage to do it better. Or at least I do.

<3

I haven't managed to do a lot of reading today, in between finishing working at 8.30 and then wanting to go to bed at 9.30. I blame the computer because I tend to read a silly fan fic or watch something on youtube instead of going to bed and reading a book. I am sleeping a lovely amount, last night I went to bed at 11, but I had slept so much on all the other days that it really made no difference and I feel fine. Tomorrow I will be able to sleep in an extra half an hour hurray!

<3

Yas and I were revising biology on the phone the other day because she was sick and I wanted to talk to her but I had to revise biology. I think we can safely say that revising with Yas is very effective. I hope you are feeling better Duckie!

<3

I got a new dress, it's very cute, Charlotte thinks so, it is funny when Charlotte calls on the home phone and my mum says "It is someone called Charlotte" and I'm like, hehehehehe. But we do not talk for long because I have lots to do and I also have other people that I need to talk to :)

<3

This is the week that I do not really do much, as I don't do the hospital nor do I do the settlment shop, so I should try and review all of my work before next week starts. I know it will be the week before half term but our teachers will probably give us a lot to do. Apparently one should start doing their UCAS as soon as possible and not wait until the deadline, because that is a very dangerous thing to do, and you fall behind in everything else. I would like very much to start drafting out my UCAS, but I do not know what course I am applying for, or at what university, and I don't think I will know until I get my AS results. When I do, I shall write it, that very same day. Well maybe not the very same day.

<3

Laura says that there was a bomb scare in Yorkshire, she called my specifically to tell me. She said she would like spice girls at her funeral. I told her I would not to that. She said that I should respect the dead, I said that she would not be there to be disrespected. We parted ways amiably.

And if you haven't worked out who the emo hearts (they aren't really meant to be emo, I just don't know how to do any other hearts) are for, you are very silly.

Also, my friends all agree that changing my name to "Sarawr" and then shortening it to "'Rawr" is the cutest thing ever. Scarily cute was the opinion of some, but they have agreed to call me it.

Toddle Pops

drowns

2006-10-08T18:17:00.000+01:00

I am so unbelievably swamped with work. I have about three tests this week and I haven't started revising yet, the first of which is a french verb test tomorrow, arrrrg
je assieds
tu assieds
il elle on assied
nous asseyons
vous asseyez
ils elles asseyent

I think that's right. I haven't been able to write anyone back, or email any one properly or actually call anyone unless it was about work! I'm so busy! And the whole fasting thing doesn't make it easier. I mean fasting is a piece of cake, but the going to peoples houses and talking to them and things! WOW. I'm busy,

In other news, I have decided I want to dedicate my life to helping others. I came to this conclusion at the hospital on friday while I was reading the newspaper to Edna who may or may not have been deaf. Also, I'm helping one my mum's friends who is my friend in her hairdressers this saturday, for free, cause I'm lovely like that.

SARAH OUT!

Chaaannngess

2006-10-05T15:06:00.000+01:00

I was getting sick of seeing the same blog again and again so I figured all you guys must too and I so have updated. But it will probably be really short.
I got my braces fixed today, so I am offically a brace face!!! Hurray. I was worried that it would hurt, so I went to my happy place, and had heap big fun with Lottie, Jess and Yas. We were all getting married, and Lottie kept trying to open the wedding presents and Jess was like "Stop that!!" because we weren't even married yet. And Jess said that she wanted to be the man, and I was like why and she was like why not, so I told her she had to put something down there to give the impression and she got all grossed out. Ho ho then Yas sang the kiwimarshmallow song. Thanks for the letter by the way Yas. And Lottie, thank goodness for all those feathers. I had a dream about Lottie and Jess last night. not that kind of dream.
Smiling is a bit weird, I'm supposed to be in class right now, so I had better go. Toodles

blogblooog

2006-09-28T18:55:00.000+01:00

Blog blog blog blog

Hmmm it'ssss thursday, it's nearly the end of the week! Did anyone see lost? It was the season finaleee and so it was a double bill. I couldn't believe that they actually explained something! Normally it just keeps giving us stuff that doesn't make sense, but they actually explained why they had to push the button, ...before they blew up the entire thing...I suppose they also explained why the plane crashed, but that's just slightly old news isn't it?

I sent some things today! I sent Lottie a letter and a random pack of something I found in my room :p I sent Jess a picture because I was tired and couldn't think what to write, but I'll probably write something later today. I ALSO wrote a letter to Yas (and Laura) and posted it in a really small envelope! It was hillarious in my opinion, but I bet Yas'll be like Wtf...

I had some lovely conversations with Yas and Lottie yesterday. I was [i]trying[/i] to call [i]someone[/i] but [i]they[/i] were otherwise engaged, so I called Yas, who was lovely, and we had a good old giggle about..something. I have no idea what, I laughed a whole lot. Then I called Lottie, and she was great too, hmm let me think of something I said to her..
Lottie (while we were talking about someone)- She's a bit obsessed with secks
Me- Actually, I've been a bit worried that [i]I'm[/i] getting a bit obsessed with secks
Lottie- Yeah, but do you say inappropriate things about secks to complete strangers?
Me- ..........Lottie have you been listening to this conversation?

The funniest thing is there is no way to know who she was talking about because ya'll are obsessed with secks, hehe hehhe.

Today, when I went into school, the common room was locked because we made it all mess it, and it totally wasn't me and it totally isn't fair and I totally don't care anyway because if it's all messy I don't [i]want[/i] to be there. Anyway, we were hanging around outside and I got a phone call, and my first thought is oh my goodness someone's calling me! And then I was like, oh wow it's totally lottie, and then I picked it up and it was minal going "Are you coming into school?" and I was like "I [i]am[/i] in school," silly silly minal.

Then in chemistry, I was sitting infront of the charlotte lookie likeie. I'm feeling much better, because I had a cold on the weekend and missed two days of school, it's a bit difficult to copy up, and I have to do a side and a half of biology on "lipids: structures and functions" So that's going to be a whole world of fun.

HI MEGZ.
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:)

BREAKING NEWS. Melissaaahh just called me, we had a lovely phone call in which she announced that she is against putting fishes in pint glasses, no matter how romantic.

Pika pika pika chuuuu

2006-09-28T18:39:00.000+01:00

Blog blog blog blog

Hmmm it'ssss thursday, it's nearly the end of the week! Did anyone see lost? It was the season finaleee and so it was a double bill. I couldn't believe that they actually explained something! Normally it just keeps giving us stuff that doesn't make sense, but they actually explained why they had to push the button, ...before they blew up the entire thing...I suppose they also explained why the plane crashed, but that's just slightly old news isn't it?

I sent some things today! I sent Lottie a letter and a random pack of something I found in my room :p I sent Jess a picture because I was tired and couldn't think what to write, but I'll probably write something later today. I ALSO wrote a letter to Yas (and Laura) and posted it in a really small envelope! It was hillarious in my opinion, but I bet Yas'll be like Wtf...

I had some lovely conversations with Yas and Lottie yesterday. I was [i]trying[/i] to call [i]someone[/i] but [i]they[/i] were otherwise engaged, so I called Yas, who was lovely, and we had a good old giggle about..something. I have no idea what, I laughed a whole lot. Then I called Lottie, and she was great too, hmm let me think of something I said to her..
Lottie (while we were talking about someone)- She's a bit obsessed with secks
Me- Actually, I've been a bit worried that [i]I'm[/i] getting a bit obsessed with secks
Lottie- Yeah, but do you say inappropriate things about secks to complete strangers?
Me- ..........Lottie have you been listening to this conversation?

The funniest thing is there is no way to know who she was talking about because ya'll are obsessed with secks, hehe hehhe.

Today, when I went into school, the common room was locked because we made it all mess it, and it totally wasn't me and it totally isn't fair and I totally don't care anyway because if it's all messy I don't [i]want[/i] to be there. Anyway, we were hanging around outside and I got a phone call, and my first thought is oh my goodness someone's calling me! And then I was like, oh wow it's totally lottie, and then I picked it up and it was minal going "Are you coming into school?" and I was like "I [i]am[/i] in school," silly silly minal.

Then in chemistry, I was sitting infront of the charlotte lookie likeie. I'm feeling much better, because I had a cold on the weekend and missed two days of school, it's a bit difficult to copy up, and I have to do a side and a half of biology on "lipids: structures and functions" So that's going to be a whole world of fun.

HI MEGZ.
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:)

Speical news, Melissssssaaaaah just called me. Isn't she great? She used six pounds of credit though! Shocking, just shocking C:

Pika pika pika chuuuu

2006-09-28T18:09:00.002+01:00

Pika pika pika chuuuu

2006-09-28T18:09:00.000+01:00

Just a little note..

2006-09-23T12:45:00.000+01:00

To let you all know I wont be updating properly, or available for the next month or so, so appologies if any correspondants are weak.

Ooh I'm a little behind work this week, I shall try and catch up.

I read artemis fowl and the lost colony, it's super. Super super super. And I'm in it! Did anyone else notice?

Oooooh the guns of brixton...

2006-09-14T18:37:00.000+01:00

Guess what? I ordered a pizza, but don't worry, it wasn't all on my own, I had help!!

School is so fun, it's unbelievable. No sixthformers ever told me that being a sixthformer was this much fun. It's so fun. I'm in a bit of a moody with Kat at the moment, cause in my opinion she was being purposefully spiteful, but she probably things I was being stupid. Anyway, I haven't told her, because then she'll get annoyed with me, I'm sure I'll get over it by the time I see her next.

Loves to Jessica, who I hope has got her letter, or postcard, or something!! And thanks to Meag for being the only one who has emailed me!

Suave...

2006-09-08T17:11:00.000+01:00

Hey Booies! I am calling you all booies from now on. It is pronounced Boo-ees. For the silly, yes megz, I am looking at you.

Sixth form seems really cool. I was so thrilled to see all of my friends on Wednesday, some for the first time in over two months, because I'm not a social bunny. I was pretty hyper for mostly all day long. We have a new uniform, it's like, suit jacket, black trousers, white top. I was wearing a shirt and a black sweater vest with my mary janes, and I didn't think it looked bad at all! I couldn't be bothered with having to decide what to wear everyday anyway, and it makes me feel a bit grown up, tee hee.

I assaulted a few years sevens, in a "oh my gosh you are so cute and you are so lucky to have seven years of highschool ahead of you," way, but unfortunately I got a bit out of control, and started pulling their hair and poking them until their form tutor was like "what's going on there?" and I made a hasty retreat.

The years sevens are not as cute as they used to be, but that's ok, because I'm even cuter than I was last year.

Oh my gosh, I just ate an entire aftereight in one bite. It's shocking really.

I love free periods, I know it's silly, and it'll wear off really soon, but for now, it's great. Firstly I'm doing Chemistry, Biology, French and History, which are subjects I love so every period is a good period, and then I get frees in between!

I fixed my volunteering at MY LOCAL HOSPITAL for once a fornight, 3-5.30 on ward seven, starting two weeks today, and then I'll do the settlement shop on Saturday, so I'll be a busy bunny, but at least it'll make my UCAS good, and I really do enjoy doing the work, you know, you've got to work to feed the soul. I'm not just doing it for the UCAS points. I haven't gotten myself a proper job yet, but I don't really think I have time. This year I want to go for Head of Islamic society, because it's got to be a year twelve, and I'm the only year twelve who actually went to IS at all.

The new sixth formers are pretty cool, it's nice when people ask you what you get, and you can be proud of your results, and it makes me want to work even harder which is horrid, because today and yesterday were inductions and we haven't really had any lessons! Inductions and pep talks just kill me, because I don't like *talking* about things, I like *doing* them, so when they are saying, "You really have to work hard this year," I'm thinking, well I could be working right now if you weren't talking.

I've made a few poppets, Luke's, Yax's, Nevvie's and I'm working on Rob's. Remember that if anyone wants a poppet, just email me, or leave a message on my blog and I'll get back to you. My friend Kim says she'd like a bear one, which would basically mean a dot for a tail, round ears and hands and a round bit on the tummy. I think I'll do it and take a picture. Also, for people making orders now, the price of poppets has gone up, because I don't have as much time to make them now. Mini poppets are not being sold right now, because they are so time consumming. Regular poppets are £2.00+, the plus being any money you want to give me because you're lovely.

I've had "Frontier Psychiatry" running through my head for a few days now, it's on my blog having replaced "Kiss me" because that wasn't working, and it was getting a bit old really.

Today in last period, we had to spider diagram presentations, and one of my friends did "Guys we see on tv and think are hot," luckily Tom Felton was on there, else I'd have had to make some serious complaints.

I've lost a bit of weight, I'm not sure if it's something to do with my diet or I was nervous or something, but I'm pleased cause I like to know I can gorge and not get fat.

The only down side of today was that we had to write down our ambitions, and I am pretty much ambitionless, and I things I do want to do, I don't think I'll be able to do, and I don't really like to envision a future for myself, because I don't think it will be that great. Lesigh.

Hey to Lottie, if you read this, link Meag to my blog, incase she doesn't have it, and everyone comment so I know you still love me. :)

OH OH OH and letters, I have written Lottie and Jess, but I have yet to do Melissa, and Yas. Yas is tonight, do not worry m'dear. I have not forsaken thou.

"can you think of anything that talks? that isn't a person?"

Sniff Sniff

2006-09-05T21:42:00.000+01:00

Oh I love you all And I miss you, already, even though I only just signed out.

xxxxx

I'm back kiddies!

2006-09-03T10:09:00.000+01:00

Oh I love you tiddlies, I come back, and look on my blog, and think zomg, ten comments! I am loved! Then I look, and it's a little banter between minal and Kat, followed by Jessica not really being able to spell. AH WELL. Y'all are still my homies.

Croatia was awesome, that was the first holiday I've been on in ages that I actually enjoyed. The really bad news is that I didnt' do any of my holiday homework and now I have to fit it into the next three days. Oh well. I am too lovely to have to do homework, surely there is a law?

The entirity of yesterday was spent travelling. First, we went by coach from our resort to the airport, one hour. Then at the airport, which was tiny they made us wait for ages, three hours. Then on the plane, we had the coolest pilot ever, I am going to be a pilot, it took two hours. When we arrived in Gatwick, there was the usual, blah blah waiting for luggage and then just waiting thing which was another hour. By the time we got to the exit, we'd missed our coach, so we booked onto the next one, which would be in two hours. We hung around the airport for the allocated time, and I bought a spiderman comic, it had a poster of spiderman and wolverine andI shall totally put it on my wall. Anyway, I was annoyed that I hadn't got my phone else I would have just texted and texted and so on and so forth. I read Lolita for a bit, and then we got in the coach which took...WAIT FOR IT, five hours. Oh a great five hours it was.

My brother told me a story about his friend, Gravity Ray, who is really fat, and people keep getting caught in his orbit. He says that this is a problem when going through doors.

I still have a cough, it's shocking just shocking. I am missing you all booies..I do not know why I called you booies. Anyway, KUDOS MINAL, on how evermany Astars you got, but no one knows what splashy got, it's a big fat secret.

Jess! Thanks for the necklace, it's lovely, I've wanted one like that for AGES.

Has everyone seen pictures of Yasamin and MooHa? And Matt and his as yet unnamed poppet? Here's Matt
And Here's Yas

Aren't they great? And The Sarah Puppet has been on adventures! All around London and Leeds I say! Thrilling! Here she is dancing

SCHOOL IS SOON...whooooooooaaa FREAK OUT

ZOMG

2006-08-24T12:22:00.000+01:00

I did Good!

Do you Poppet?

2006-08-20T20:23:00.000+01:00

Oh wow, poppets are the sensation that's sweeping the nation! I'm going to make a black and white one for the Mattster! Also, I have manged to sew the bodies on the sewing machine!
Lottie has recieved hers and she likes it! I am going to make Matt a keyring, with any luck.

In bad news, the stupid post office now makes sending a poppet, although it weighs like, nothing, £1! So the price of a posted Poppet rises to £1.50 unless you are lovely and want to contribute to my cause. Like Matt. He is the poppeteer of the week.

Anyway, so do what Lulu says, take pictures of yourselves with your poppets and put them as your display pictures!

I wanted to show a picture of a new poppet I made with like, zomg proper eyes and inner ears, but my camera is being a bitch. OH WELL.

YAY

How I became an internet Poppet Dealer, By Sarah Murano

2006-08-17T18:36:00.000+01:00

Hello! I am thrilled that my Poppets are going down a treat, so thrilled that I went to hobby craft to buy felt in bulk! Luckily it was quite cheap, and I might start to make a profit! Which I really ought to, because it's difficult to make these things!

I bought quite a few new colours, and I have a couple of poppets still to process. I've decided to charge £1 per poppet, but if you contribute to my cause by giving significantly more, (50p) then I shall make you a mini poppet!

You may have noticed the green and red sparkly felt on the left. It's specially for Christmas Poppets. I am making one for Lulu, feel free to place orders, but money would really be apprecaited, as the sparkly felt is more expensive.

Have you all seen the mini poppets? Remember that mini poppets cost only 50pence!

I'm thinking about putting mini poppets on keyrings, what do you all think? I think they would be quite cute actually. But it would make them a little more dear. Maybe 70p? I am setting up a a paypal account so that people can give me money that way! I have a couple of orders which still need processing. I'm trying to do one order a day, maybe do Levi's tomorrow and Frick's on Saturday. And post them both on saturday. And I have Kiera's to do but I don't have to post it to her. And then I want to do Lulu's and Matt's, although neither of them have expressed any thoughts about giving me money, nor has Matt told me what he wants me to do for him...

On your left, you can see a selection of colours, from right to left they are, purple, pink, white maroon, tan, red and black. Those are the current colours taht I have in stock, as well as dark blue which I seem to have left out for unknown reasons. Anyway, feel free to order poppets in any of those colours.

I've got a lot of pink and white material, so if anyone is interested in having a mini poppet in those colours, it's on offer, and it'll only cost 40 pence, although contributions are always always welcome.

Do you know what Levi said earlier?

Poppets will one day rule the world

I hope she is right! Well not about the ruling, but about people liking poppets.

Oh, and this is Lottie's poppet. It has an extra long tail, and I shall send it tomozzy, mozzy.

Loves and Raspberries

Oh my gosh, she's creating!

2006-08-16T11:40:00.000+01:00

So I was going to introduce Baby Poppet

And then ask if anyone was interested in having her sent to them, seeing as I gave the firsto ne to a baby, sent the second one to Hirah, it would only make sense to give the third one away as well. But Baby Poppet has been snapped up by Laura, so she is not up for auction. Because Laura is my friend, I am not charging her, but I should, because it costs me £1 to manufacture a poppet and then 50p for postage. I should put them on Ebay and make you all buy them.

Anyway, Baby Poppet is in Pink and White. She is especially curvy, so perfect for wrapping your hand around. She's quite squigy and smaller than usual. She has no tail and pointy fins.

Isn't she lovely?

Introducing

2006-08-15T22:15:00.000+01:00

The Actual, one and only, Bad Poppet.I am going to send him to Hirah.

UPDATE!

2006-08-15T17:02:00.000+01:00

In recent news, I gave Poppet to a baby, but don't worry, I have gotten materials to make three more poppets! THE POPPETS SHALL TRIUMPH.

Raspberry Heaven

2006-08-14T20:49:00.000+01:00

This is my toy! I made it myself. I am calling it Bad Poppet. I MADE IT MYSELF.

Emmm Ess Ennning

2006-08-08T20:53:00.000+01:00

Isn't Carl a solitaire whore!? We play like, three games in a row. It's shocking. But you know what's even more shocking? Matt is a huge solitaire whore, but I never realised!

Anyway, had a long conversation about buses to Lottie on the phone, posted something to Nevvie and replied to Yasamin's letter. Everything is good

Except the EVIL orthodontist gave me horribly tight braces which shall kill me dead.

Has she fainted? - Perfection

2006-08-04T14:43:00.000+01:00

Cough cough cough.

I have a little cough, in my little chest, and every time I cough it leaves a little pain, cough cough cough, there it goes again.

Anyway, now that you all are aware that I have a cough, onto more important things!

My hair is being huge. It's really quite upsetting. I should try and iron it or something, but I cannot be bothered, it shall have to remain as a huge black cloud around my head.

My new word is Riddlelicious, which is obviously awesome, and everyone thinks so. Laura has been reading a very strange fic these last few days and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it is NC-17, tut tut. Some people.

Laura doesn't blog anymore, did you know? It's shocking, she's a whore isn't she? If she blogged more maybe I wouldn't have had to get rid of her blog from the list on the side!

Everyone should look at the new blogs by the way. We've got a new generation of bloggers.

My mum wants me to go to Bham centre in a minute, so I'll just put these nature pictures up. I took them yesterday because I'm arty.

I wanted this to be a longer entry but I don't really think it will be.
Has anyone seen Megz? I know she wasn't on yesterday and that's hardly anything to get in a tizz about, and she may have been online but I can't remember, but still. And she hasn't updated her Msnspace. Megz is the only exception to the All the cool kids are on blogspot rule. Because she's a very cool kid.

I ate like, two necterines yesterday, and then I ate lots of cookies. Shocking.

There's a fair on Sunday at a park, so I'm going to go, and I've invited Hirah so hopefully she'll come too! It'll be swell.

I'm writing a story for my friend Blair from summer camp, but it's difficult. Writing is hard. Did everyone read that Hagrid story that my brother wrote? If not I'll post it here.

hagrid called the telephone man

"'ello? Is 'agrid."

"Hello hagrid."

Hagrid say : "You want window?, I got window, two window."

"Oh, I see, am I on the phone?"

Hagrid was confused.

"You want window? I got two window, window one? Window one very big."

it's very deep isn't it?

Did everyone hear about Bad Poppet? A very bad poppet indeed.

Here's a must read story, it's not quite Tom/Ginny, but it's certainly worth a gander. And I know it's in the restricted section so you have to sign up and pretend that you're 20, but it really is worth it. And signing up only takes two ticks.

Tom teaches Ginny about the Birds and the Bees

One of the most important things in life, is to know what your favourite Harry Potter Ship is. It certainly is the biggest window to the soul. And never ever speak to anyone who says that it's Harry/Ginny, likewise to people who just look at you like you're mad. They weren't worth you're time anyway.

Three weeks to GCSEs I'm not obsessed at all.

Remember

2006-08-03T23:10:00.000+01:00

All the cool kids are on blogspot

The Very Secret Diary

2006-08-02T14:06:00.000+01:00

Transcript of a conversation between myself and the Lovely Megz.

Bad Poppet says:
oh dear me! I Shall posess you! muahah now I have your legs
·$46·#I hate Windows Live Messenger! ARGH says:
no. . . i won't . . let you. . . riddle. . .
Bad Poppet says:
Of course you wont, now be a dear and go kill Harry
·$46·#I hate Windows Live Messenger! ARGH says:
not him! . . . please. . . i . . .hate you. . . harry. . . is . . . the best. He'll give me. . . more. . . satisfaction. . . than . . . you could . . . ever. . . give!
Bad Poppet says:
But how will he do that, if you're dead? Don't worry, the two of you will be reunited in death.
·$46·#I hate Windows Live Messenger! ARGH says:
if i. . . could . . . i . . . would . . . shag YOU . . . to. . . DEATH. . .
Bad Poppet says:
*falls on face* Well that could certainly be arranged...we do have some spare time while we wait for Potter...
·$46·#I hate Windows Live Messenger! ARGH says:
excel. . . lent . . . you have . . my . . . hands. . . make good. . . use of. . .them

God Megz is hillarious.

Relax, fix yourself a Parissa

2006-08-01T15:49:00.000+01:00

I am trying very hard not to be sarcastic, honestly I am. But it's so much fun, and people are soooo dim.

Tom/Ginny has got to be the most delicious pairing ever invented, and Laura thinks I'm insane, but I am most certainly not. Surely relying on dreams is the most sensible thing one can do in this day and age?

Anyway, I have a cough. The hospital thing went well, I don't think there is very much to say really.

I've finally gotten up to date with my correspondances, so hopefully I can continue like that.

TopSip

Lady Darkness

2006-07-28T15:10:00.000+01:00

Ho hum, I've been reading this fantastic fic, called "Lady Darkness" which is very good. Laura and Megz are both reading it, but Megz is very upset by it, as Remus gets poisoned. And also there is no maraudercest, which we all know that Megz lives for.
Anyway, I haven't got much to say.
The ue meet...well I'm glad I didn't go. Suffice to say I really wouldn't have fitted in and I am rethinking the idea of meeting anyone from the internet..god I'm such a prude.
I'm also trying to tone down the way I act on the internet, and act more like myself.
Melissa, Luke and I are going to organise a totally prudish ue meet, where there is no hand holding, just hand shaking, and we all talk about the weather, while sipping non-alcohol champange. We shall have to be careful that our hands do not touch.

I'm feeling a bit.."uhmg" right now, luckily I have the Lovely Megz, the Amazing Meag and the Beautiful Jessica to talk to.

PEACE OUT DOODS

PlayScape

University again

Universityyy

okay

food.

1.28 AM

The Saga Recommences!

The Saga Experiences a Mild Delay

The Saga Begins!

Quote of the week

oh that hirah girl

lupe velez

Career Options

This totally is accurate

Stubbornability

school is ova

Study Leave= Extended Internet Time

NATURE!

Now Open to the Public

The Gardener Diaries. Part Two

The Gardener Diaries.

My Birthday Party!

Wedding! Part Two!

Wedding

Conspiracies

6AM this morning...

Shoguns

Legend of Zelda

Do you have a problem?

A Messy Break-Up

A conversation with my mother

I grew it!!

My arm hurts, but that's okay

the moment is vast

bleurg

Living Happy Is a Choice

It's nearly christmas

If this was a movie...

Fannnnaaafliction

Icha Icha Paradise

ouran high school host club

Wild Sarizard Attacked!

Fiendish

Anything With a Postcode

Here come the drums!

First day back

Year Twelve

My teef hurt!

Happy Birthday Duckie!!!

Confession

Marmalde's Birthday

Princess Larmalade

The Marmalade Chronicles

Bobble Gom

Wind's Nocturne

Clean sheets

My wall!

It's Graceland!

Today

Snow Day!

Super Girl!

Rocking Boots

THE PATRIOT

Late night on ward seven

Bitesized exams! Dellllish

Did I die?

There she goes.....there she goes again...

ok

TUBES

Sugared Almonds!

Watch these too!

Watch this

*holds head in hands*

A Narrative

I love that advert, you know the one, with the bouncy balls?

*drowns*

Chaaannngess

blogblooog

Pika pika pika chuuuu

Pika pika pika chuuuu

holds head in hands

drowns