HELLO INTERNET!

First off, I'd like to thank Tim Berners-Lee for creating this marvellous, world-changing piece of technology. And also for giving it to humanity, not charging for it. I would also like to kick BT in the nads for being a total cocking waste of space.

Secondly, this is a quick blog, hopefully, as I'm off to town with Anne in a bit.

I don't know where to start. This time next week, I'll be in Corfu. Which is nice, and exciting and a bit worrying but I'm sure we'll all get on fine and be happy and have a great time. In between now and then, we have our Leaver's Ball tomorrow night, and then I have the TYC Thesp's Meal on Friday night. So a fairly busy week.

Doctor Who was fantastic and although I don't have time to re-watch it now, I shall be doing so the minute I get back in. Oh, Matt Smith and Karen Gillan. You make me feel like such a bloody hypocrite. Curse your brilliance.

England are out of the World Cup. There was a large, Rio Ferdinand-shaped hole in our defence and to be honest, I feel that there was really no point of Wayne Rooney even being there, as all he did was moan, have a go at the fans and walk about the pitch like he couldn't care less.

VIVA LA FURIA ROJA!

And, because Caitlin asked, these are the books I plan to read this summer. Some of them, anyway:

Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis - I'm already a quarter of the way through.
A Short History Of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson - It's big, and looks awesome. Bought it on a whim.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres - Well, we are going to Greece.
A Serious Man by David Storey - Again, on a whim, from the bookshelf outside my room.

And, the one I'm MOST excited for:

Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis - Which, although it's not out yet, will probably be my literary highlight of the year.

Please keep in mind they are all rather large books. THANKYOU!

It's the LAST Doctor Who of this series tonight!

(My internet has died and I am in the library, throwing glances at a working Laura in a seductive temptress way until she notices.)

SPOILERS HERE FOR DOCTOR WHO 5x12:
THE PANDORICA OPENS

As much as us Who fans all hate to admit it, series finale time is upon us. This ultimately means solo-viewing of the episode as it airs, texting fellow Who friends followed by immediate internetz to check theories, pose and answer questions and try and find out what the hell the Moffat is trying to do to us.

"The Pandorica. That's a fairytale."
"...aren't we all?"

So, The Pandorica Opens, with all the build up throughout the series with the cracks and the warnings and all sorts, was obviously going to be somekind of insane setup to make sure that the last episode will be as explosive and memorable as possible. And indeed it was. I already knew that the Cybermen would be returning, though I was pleasantly surprised to see that Moffat has decided (and listened to the fans) to not just have the Daleks or the Cybermen solely returning, as this tends to result in many a rolling eye.

There was a great mix of cameo, if you can call that, from Vincent, Liz 10, Churchill and Bracewell, the returning River Song (who on the internet generates an equal ratio of love to hate) and some great comedy as well, which was nice to see in such a tense episode.

"Oh, missing something obvious Rory! Something big. Something right slap in front of me, I can feel it."
"Yeah, I think you probably are."

And Rory returned! Well, sort of and not really. I think he's going to be one of those very important plot points, even more so than he already is, perhaps. I have to admit, I did do a little cheer when he appeared. And some sadness when he asked if Amy had missed him. And that cliffhanger. You can't be serious, Moff? You can't be. There is, if you want to find it, an interesting interview with Karen Gillan in the Radio Times which may or may not suggest that she'll definately be coming back. I suppose it depends on what she's been told to say. You know what the DW publicity people are like.

I will say this: I might die too if she doesn't come back. I love me a bit of Amy Pond.

"You know sometimes I have really brilliant ideas?"
"Yes..."
"Sorry. Look at me! I'm a target!"

That final montage (they love a good montage on DW) was horrible to watch. Very sad and very powerful and though TV tends to totally overdo their slow motion button, DW did it perfectly with the Doctor's feet struggling to get a grip on the floor as he's dragged to the Pandorica, Rory holding a dying Amy and River trapped inside an exploding TARDIS - it finished with the entire Who fandom screaming at the TV 'how on Earth are they going to get out of this one?'

It's going to be a long week.

What did you think? Thoughts/theories/ideas?

Sorry for the distinct lack of blogs recently, but our internet has been rubbish since Wednesday. Mummsie rang the BT people this morning and it seems to be all sorted out now. So hello.

My exams are done. They seemed to go okay, I did as much preparation as I could have done so I can't blame myself for not being prepared. I don't want to go into too much detail but I got fairly good questions for all of them so I'm feeling pretty cool about it all. For now, anyway.

Yesterday, I went into London with Mum's friend Robert and we did a lot of shopping and I got my Leaver's Ball dress! Which is very exciting. I just need everything else now - shoes, accessories etc. After a busy day's walking and purchasing he revealed he'd booked seats at Vertigo 42, the top floor champagne bar at what was previously known as the Natwest Tower. And it was amazing. Like, from where we were sat we could see all the way to Hampstead Heath and beyond and the champagne cocktails were fantastic.

I could probably get used to living like this.

People ask me, fairly often, if I miss playing football. And, in the light of the six-a-side last weekend and the forthcoming World Cup, my answer is yes, I miss it. In fact, I miss it a hell of a lot more than a lot of other things I've given up. There was (and is) something about it that's addictive. Perhaps it's the passion, or the skill of the players or that feeling when the score is at 1-1 and your magic winning shot curls its way into the back of the net. I don't know.

I really had some great times when I played. The people I met and the experiences all made up for the losses and in one case, the broken bones. Wearing number ten for St Albans City Youth was a great feeling, as was being the first girl to reach one hundred appearances, and winning Player of the Season.

And so, when England come out onto the pitch on Saturday evening, I shall be watching intently. And when the final is played whilst we're out in Corfu (the night before we come home, would you believe?) I shall hopefully be watching that as well.

Unf, those kits were a sexy shade of yellow. (Megan smashing a girl out of the way just out of shot).

It is currently 8:58 on Sunday morning and seeing as my work for today has been called off I feel as though I should blog as I have nothing better to do. Okay.

1. Doctor Who last night was brilliant beyond words and quite frankly I'm not sure I'm going to be able to cope when the series finale roles around. Vincent and the Doctor was beautiful to watch and very, very sad. Tony Curran was excellent and Bill Nighy was fab especially during the bow tie exchange at the beginning. Bow ties are cool. Matt Smith and Karen Gillan were perfection once again, funny and entertaining and heartbreaking.

Next week looks interesting. I am looking forward to it for a reason that I found out about weeks ago and I haven't told anyone about but it's going to be GREAT. Trust me.

2. Ohh holy crap the Drama exam is on Wednesday blarghfhfhfhhahlkjdfh.

3. I'm having laptop problems again. I need a new battery and I went on the HP website but apparently they don't sell the part I need. As long as my laptop is plugged in, it's fine. I'm hoping we don't have a power cut any time soon or I'm screwed. I think I'll have to go to Mr Computer in town and have a word which is a pain and will most likely cost me a million pounds.

THE WORLD CUP STARTS ON FRIDAY AND I AM SO EXCITED! YESSSSSS!

Well, hey. Seeing as everyone seems to be doing it, this blog is an account of my revision that has been done and the revision that is yet to be done.

So I did Frankenstein first, figuring if I'm going to use it as my Section A English text then I should probably get to grips with the guy. I actually quite enjoyed reading the book. It's very good. Unfortunately, whilst reading it, many many easy comparisons with Paradise Lost and Macbeth began to scream out of the pages at me, like that shouty book in the first Harry Potter film.

Then I moved on to Lysistrata. I did all the questions on the sheet Mrs Horn gave us, plus an extra Section A. I feel okay about it, it's mostly blagging anyway. It doesn't matter what the question says because when it comes down to it, you can apply pretty much any rehearsal technique to your exercises if you can make it seem appropriate to your concept. So I'm fairly okay with that.

And today I finished my Twelfth Night revision, which means doing all the questions Rolo gave us even though half of them made no sense. But yes, I feel fairly confident with those as well and my notes seem pretty reliable so that's confidence boosting.

I'll start doing Media tomorrow because I haven't even started looking at my folder yet. My Section B is okay but needs a good day's worth of work and my Section A needs a serious amount of work as I've only done one mock of it in the lesson and that was about four weeks ago. Revision sessions next week, yay.

And that's that. Mum got me a Dracula York Notes in London today so I can do that after the Drama exam is over and inevitably end up using it as my Section A text as it's fresher in my mind. OH, BUMSY.