Sunday, June 28, 2009

I'm having a busy weekend. It's three o' clock on Sunday and I'm very tired. It's been one of those weeks where loads of things happen but it's almost like you weren't there for any of it. I know I did stuff, and things stick out, but overall it's been manic.

In a list, my week comprised of: Grandma coming down, major cramping, crap TYC, useful Media sessions, reading Gothic novels, Nando's for dinner, two fillings, Grandma leaving, an effort certificate for Media, stressful Drama lessons and way too much walking and watching In Bruges. Which was brilliant, by the way.

Yesterday, one of Mum's friends came down to stay with us. I was quite excited. We met Robert at the train station and went straight to the Cathedral for coffee in the refectory. Dad left for work, an Mum, Robert and I walked round town enjoying the morris dancing and the two of us went up the clock tower to enjoy the view. We went all the way through the market and back, before walking through Verulamium via the hypocaust. Thrilling stuff. After this, we went for a late lunch in the Waffle House. I had a large chocolate milkshake and a banoffee waffle, and it was amazing. We walked back into town (up a massive hill and noting the ridiculous number of Porsche Carreras and Boxters that were parked throughout St Albans), grabbed some quick shopping and came home.

We had a great dinner, with drama provided by the stupidly impressive thunder and lightening, and some Glastonbury coverage on the telly, Kasabian of course.

This morning I went to the Cathedral with Robert to experience what Christians do on a Sunday morning. It was quite interesting, keeping in mind the fact I can't sing, I don't know any hymns and I'm not religious in anyway. But it was quite cool, and although I probably won't be doing it again next week, I respected the people who were there.

We came home and ate curry. It was nice. Then Robert went home :(

Overall, this weekend I have:
-Become desperate to go to New York because of Robert's wicked stories of what he did there.
-Begun to dread next week more and more, specifically TYC. It's not a joke, and I'm not going to try and laugh about it anymore. I just want to quit.
-Planned a part of my 18th birthday (a champagne bar in London with Robert and Mum).

Also, it's Top Gear tonight, and three weeks until we're in Portugal!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I hate the dentist.

I hate everything about it. I hate the way when they call you they refer to your dentist by their first name, so you don't know who they're talking about. I hate the way they put gross pictures of other people's teeth on the television screen while you wait.

I hate the way that this guy who was supposed to be poking around my mouth wasn't even wearing dentist uniform, just a shirt and chinos. I hate the way the chair goes down and you have to keep shuffling up.

I hate the way they ask you whether you're okay, even though you're obviously crapping yourself. I hate the way they say it will only be a small pin prick feeling, and it really bloody isn't. It's like sharp pain and mounting pressure so painful my eyes were clenched to the point of a tear rolling down my face.

I hate the way they read out a huge list of all your favourite foods and proceed to tell you that you can't eat them anymore. I hate the way they drill into your teeth and don't care about smacking the rest of your mouth with the equipment. I hate the way they say 'just a bit more', 'actually, some more here', 'sorry, more here' as if you have a chance to protest about it.

I hate the way they really hurt you and don't seem to care, and I hate the way they give you a cup of water to wash your mouth out with even though your entire left side of your face is numb. I hate the way you end up drooling down yourself because you can't feel it and no one is telling you.

I hate the dentist. But I hate even more the fact I have to go back and do it all again in a few weeks.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I'm in a weird place right now. Either I'm going to start screaming and get very violent and probably really upset someone, or I'm going to fall asleep.

You see, despite the fact that I am quite obviously trying to work my way through a Media essay and then do a presentation for the first chapter of Revolutionary Road, my brother still feels the need to come in and say:

"I'm going to watch the F1 now, is that alright?"

So I say nothing, the remote firmly wedged down the side of the chair I'm sitting at, and my brain trying desperatly to focus on my laptop screen and not the increasingly attractive idea of hurling the large mug that's on the coffee table into the side of his face-


My eyes flicker to his smug and expectant expression. I give in, because I know that no matter what happens, my argument is invalid.

"I suppose it has to be."

I say, and hand him the remote, slapping it into his hand with perhaps slightly more force than I would have otherwise done. He turns on the TV, and the droning of F1 engines blasts through the front room. I move over to the sofa.

Not content with this, the arse proceeds to walk into the kitchen and prepare what looks like (from what I can see sitting across from him) a plate of cucumber and cheese strips which he is dunking into a pot of Doritos salsa sauce. His piggy face is bulging with the food and his eyes are fixed on the speeding cars. The sound of crunching rings in my ears and right now, as I ignore the angry shaking that my left leg is performing, I think I might throw up with rage.

He reaches across to the Playstation on the spare TV, and switches it on. Now the high-pitched sound from a screen which, if it had a voice, is probably screaming 'NO YOU IDIOT, DON'T USE ME, DON'T USE ME', and the low drone of the disc whirring in the console streams into my left ear.

He is now holding a strip of cheese like a cigarette between his fingers, taking bites out of it like a dairy obsessed squirrel fighting nicotine cravings, and grasps the controller in his hands. His feet are resting on the armchair.

And I'm here on the sofa, trying very hard not to throw this laptop at him. Very hard.

The combination of the Playstation/screamscreen, the blaring of F1 cars and commentary and his unbearable greed and ignorance make for me, a 17 year old currently suffering cramps and crazy mood swings, quite simply insane.

Saturday, June 20, 2009



Love these boys. ♥

This time in 4 weeks, we'll hopefully be in Portugal!
This time 4 weeks, we'll hopefully all be talking to each other without being rude, snarky or irritating.
Emphasis on the talking to each other. Because at the moment, certain people don't seem to be doing it.
Don't you just love family life?

Friday, June 19, 2009

Not appreciating the obvious photoshopping going on here, but OMG!


Thursday, June 18, 2009

Number 9 is my favourite, but hey, he's Kobe Bryant, so they're all amazing.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Basically I can't really be bothered to write up everything I do everyday, just to hand write it five minutes later in my diary. are the key points, I guess.

- New Heroes project in Media (although technically it's the one I already did with an essay thrown on top because no one else in my class except me actually bothered with it).
- We get given a Gothic novel to read next week in Eng. Lit., so that on top of Revolutionary Road will give me plenty to be getting on with.
- I quite like my group for Drama, but it has quickly become evident that we are going to get no work done at all, due to the fact it took us half an hour to come up with the (hilarious at the time) decision to have a radiator salesman trying to shift stock during a heatwave in a post-apocalyptic British summer. There was also talk of flapping and twitching around on stage like live fish thrown onto hot tarmac.

I really want a Chinese for lunch tomorrow. Hmmmmm. We'll see what happens.
I'm going to bed now.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Thanks to the fact I'm now back at school, I shall be reverting into the old 'blog-once-a-day' format.

So here is Monday.

I woke up at a reasonable time, seeing as I have Monday mornings off. I got washed, dressed etc etc and went downstairs for breakfast (cream cheese on toast) and then didn't do anything except watch James May's 20th Century and discover that Becca wasn't walking to school. I left at quarter to 11ish, and had a good walk which was nice. I quite like walking by myself, as long as I have good music and nice weather.

I got to school and found Blake and the others in the Study Area, where I sat until going to Drama. It was alright, I mean, I went expecting physical theatre and stuffs (which we did), but it wasn't so bad. We played some games and then did Park Bench (which I loathe with a passion), however it was brightened by the fact my first improv. was with Blake, and the second with the charming and attractive young fellow who keeps us very entertained. Unfortunately, the Drama department were not happy with the way we left all the rooms after the performance exams, and made us tidy out the costume shed and 60/61. I did the costume shed, and it was rank. It smelt bad and it was really hot and there was crap everywhere, but we got through it and it looked pretty good by the time we'd finished. Karen turned up as we were locking up and gave us a hoe and said we had to put it away. I was going to make a crude sexual joke about Karen wanting to be locked up with a prozzie, but she spared herself that by being rude to us all and so she was bombarded with insults and I suggested loudly that a 'smack in the chops' was in order. This suggestion was met with approval, but she'd waddled off somewhere.

In English, Mrs Proudfoot was sitting at the back of the class so we couldn't have the A2A quote fest we had planned. Instead we all discussed our favourite books (I chose Less Than Zero) and how the first sentence of novels interest us. Or something. Anyway, at the end of the lesson Mrs Dean said that our project thing over the next couple of weeks would be to read a book out of the box, and do a presentation on it. Or something. I leapt at the box and grabbed 'Revolutionary Road' before anyone else could get their mitts on it, and dived back over the table to my seat. I think we are just going to be reading our novels of choice over the next few weeks, so that should be alright, because I read the first chapter and a bit and I already really like it.

Now I have to have dinner (hopefully, but I have no idea what I'm doing there) and go to TYC. Woop.


Sunday, June 14, 2009


Seriously, Spain have Villa, Torres and Casillas. Who do you have NZ?


Oh. Yeah. Look at those Spaniards. Corrr.

Anyhoo, back to school tomorrow. Kinda dreading Drama because I hate physical and devised theatre with a passion and apparently that's what we are doing for the next five weeks. English is going to be a riot, and I only have one lesson of Media this week.

And Blake - I was watching A2A on iPlayer and Gene asked for a tea with five sugars. Let's debate.

Saturday, June 13, 2009


1. Your Middle Name: Eden, nice huh?
2. Age: 17
3. Favourite Film: IRON MAN.
4. Favourite Song or Album: At the moment, my favourite song is 'Gravity' by Embrace and my favourite album is West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum by Kasabian.
5. Favourite Band/Artist: Kasabian or Coldplay.
6. Dirty or Clean: Clean.
7. Tattoos and/or Piercings: None.
8. What's your philosophy on life? I don't have one, really.
9. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? Half full, I guess.
10. Would you keep a secret if you thought it was in someone's best interest? Yes.
11. What is your favourite memory? I have a few.
12. What is your favourite guilty pleasure? Fan Fiction.
13. Tell us one interesting fact about yourself: I'm a green belt in Judo.
14. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they? I weighed 8.5 stone, I was married to RDJ and I went to premieres for a living.
15. Can we get together and make a cake? Okay, is a cheesecake good with you?
16. Which country is your spiritual home? I dunno. I haven't been anywhere where I've had a spiritual realisation.
17. What is your big weakness? RDJ or HMV.
18. Do you think of yourself as a good person? I guess.
19. What is your best/favourite subject at school? Media.
20. Describe your accent: (Blake will get this) "THEY WERE MUCKING AROUND WITH ME BATHTUB. IT'S JUST NOT ON!"
21. What do you wear to sleep? Night Uniform.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Just. Bloody. Brilliant.

Underdog, Take Aim, Thick as Thieves and Fire are my current favourites. West Ryder Silver Bullet, Fast Fuse and Swarfiga are very close behind. As for the others, I'm sure they'll grow on me.

Also, ALEX'S THEME off the A2A soundtrack, is so gorgeous it's unbelievable. It's right there next to Extra Dry, Extra Olives from the Iron Man soundtrack. And Hope Fails from the LotR: RotK soundtrack.

I'm at Blake's tonight.
Goodbye from The Jane Genie. (which is what's going on my thesps hoody).

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

"I don't even wear jewellry!"

Quote of the night. That or "And they were mucking around with my bath tub. It's just not on!"

I'm just lolling away right now. ♥
WHIPLASH! Hell to the Yeah!


And this? My new favourite song. It's gorgeous :)

Monday, June 8, 2009

"I don't know if you can here me bols, the nurses are going to be back in a minute and I need you to wake up. What about if I gave you a slap? Would that help?"

Ohh Gene. Seriously, there has to be a series 3. Otherwise there is no justice in the world.

And Chris and Shaz was just love, and lol at Ray and the sausage/penis thing ahahaha, and whyyyyy did it have to end? Why?

:'( ♥

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Sorry, I just have to add this before I go to bed:


Yesyesyesyessss! :) ♥


Aaaah, Kasabian. I watched their live session thing on T4 this morning and it was immense. Seriously.
I've been a fan for years and they just keep getting better. I need the album. Like, now. Now.

Mum thought Tom was a girl because he's grown his hair super long. He's a rockstar, he's allowed.

It's the last episode of this series of Primeval tonight :(
And Laura - I got my mother to buy a 2 litre bottle of Tizer in Morries earlier, I thought of you!

"Mickey Rourke just did a marketing photo shoot. It's the first time I saw him in full costume. I can't wait for the images to be released." - From Jon Favreau's Twitter. I can't wait either.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Hey all. I haven't dropped off the face of the Earth, I've just not been able to think of an interesting way to blog this week. I attempted a list, an amusing write up of all key events, but nothing seemed to click.
So here is a straight to the point (with rambling) review of my week.

Monday: Media exam, let's not talk about it. It didn't go bad, but it could have gone better. The rest of the day was spent on a come down, soaking in the tub and making chocolate and cranberry flapjacks.

Tuesday: Woke up too late in Dad's opinion to order an iPod Touch. Hmph. Instead I did all the ironing and watered the garden, and watched Will Ferrell movies with Neil (Step Brothers was my favourite).

Wednesday: Got up early to order my iPod Touch. Spent the rest of the day doing nothing. How very dull.

Thursday: My iPod Touch arrived (bloody quick, I know). Spent the day sorting out iTunes so that cover flow would look sexy. Also arranged meeting up with Katie for Friday.

Friday: Met Katie in town at 1. We had Starbucks and got soaked in the rain so we took refuge at Caitlin's house where we munched shortbread and watched The Apprentice and a really dodgy TV movie on Channel 5 about teenage pregnancy.

I got a card for Robyn and Laura's birthday today, but I'm going to have to get their present on Monday, even though the get together is on Tuesday. It's forecasted heavy rain all weekend and no way am I going to town to get soaked again.

Apparently sometime next week I'm also going to London con mia parents, which means I'm going to have to seriously narrow down my Uni-Qlo 'must have' list. There are too many clothes, seriously, too many.

I've been watching Iron Man: Armoured Adventures, which is like a cartoon series based on...well, figure it out. It's quite good but also a bit pants because why is Tony 16 and already Iron Man? He hasn't been kidnapped yet, so there's no point really. Also, Pepper is super annoying and I love Pepper and I don't like not liking her. And Happy is a complete character change from what he's meant to be. Tony's supposed to be at MIT, not some school in New York or whatever, and Pepper comes and works for him and Happy is an ex-boxer turned chauffer/bodyguard and I'm finding it irritating but oddly addictive viewing.

Now I have to go and think of an imaginative salad to make to be served with quiche for dinner.

P.S. I found a really cool Stark Industries T-Shirt online that I want. It's £19. I think Ma + Pa will say no.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you, relive the pictures that have come to pass. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown and we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate. Is it bright where you are and have the people changed? Does it make you happy you're so strange? And in your darkest hour I hold secrets flame, we can watch the world devoured in its pain. Delivered from the blast, the last of a line of lasts, the pale princess of a palace cracked. And now the kingdom comes crashing down undone and I am a master of a nothing place of recoil and grace. Is it bright where you are? And have the people changed? Does it make you happy you're so strange? And in your darkest hour I hold secrets flame, we can watch the world devoured in its pain. Time has stopped before us, the sky cannot ignore us, no one can separate us for we are all that is left. The echo bounces off me, the shadow lost beside me, there's no more need to pretend cause now I can begin again. Is it bright where you are? And have the people changed? Does it make you happy you're so strange? And in your darkest hour I hold secrets flame, we can watch the world devoured in its hate.