well i'm ill. Tonsillitis. Or something as such. I sound like a 50 a day smoker, i can not longer speak like a normal human being thanks to my disobeying nose, i haven't worn a bra in two days, and i've not washed my hair. There, i said it. Oh the joys of being ill, and returning somewhat disgustedly to our, waited upon youth. And yet there is something quite nice about nestling down into an old oversized T-Shirt, eating next to nothing because anything that slides into your previously named "Cake 'ole" now tastes similar to that of sawdust, (or how i presume it must taste) and plugging in the old ipod to my face, and sinking into the beauty of the voice that is, Mr. Russell Brand. His old pod-casts, by the way, which are next to Buddhaliness in my mind, and i admit to crippling a teeny bit inside when i remember that the pod-casts are no longer running thanks to the Sachs scandal. Anyhow 'ollllle Russ remains in our hearts and ears, as we can relive those precious moments by downloading the GORGEOUS pod-casts from a supplying website. And another bonus(?) to being ill, is the lack of that stony, green railed, prison comparison building that is only the gates of Ralph Allen, let alone the entire building, and the balding, uninspiring teachers; which pose themselves as an idol at the head of the class, and yet make me want to sever my head from my very neck... But there are those few Beautiful Brutes who continue to make my schooling years less of a burden, ladening me with knowledge which i want to soak up like a sea sponge. As you might be able to conclude, i have spent to much time around my looony family, and less time around those beings that i call 'normal', although they a probably far from it; so you will be happy to know that i am returning to them on Thursday. I've tittered on for long enough now, to time for you to return to your own lives on this dirty little circle we call our planet.
(Wait I, are you turning in to Mr. Brand?) Whoopsy...
well, it seems it is time to say those words for me .... go on... say them... i can't hear you.....
Okay, okay so the more defiant of you will probably require an explanation for my need of luck in the form of song so the answer: Duke of Edinburgh.
Wait wait wait... before he reads this, not you Prince Philip, but sadly the one that requires 20 whole miles of walking! Not only that but at almost 30 degrees! That is the average temperature in GREECE! (which conveniently is the birth place of Mr Prince by the way) Also to add to this, a luxurious stay in a tiny 3 man tent with four restless girls - again at stifling temperatures awaits me. Along with having to lug a huge rucksack ( more commonly known as a bag the size of an elephant) up and down hills miles away from any civilization. and only a tin of beans and a pair of waterproof trousers for comfort.
GLASTO this weekend! - A Chance to kick-back, relax, with a glass of West Country cider, and a generous helping of some delicious CHOOOONS. I'm so exited!! No... wait... hang on a second... Oh. No, that's it. Yeah I'm not going. Why am I not going? You know i don't know. Wait... wrong again, i do know... oh yeah that's it- firstly; i cannot afford it. Secondly, i am too 'young'. Thirdly i have no method of transportation. Fourthly i am at drama (don't act so shocked). Fifthly i cannot afford it. Hang on did i already mention that? MAAAAN i need a job. Yeah Yeah, i know I've got to stop whinging and get off my progressively fattening arse and get one, but the truth is, no one will accept me, and believe me i have tried. All the University students are flooding back over the hills, with their gold encrusted C.V's which, quite possibly, even have a reference from Barack Obama- are scooping up all of the work! leaving me, a small 'child' poking my head through my cot's railings trying to get a look in. And Failing. Badly. BUT all hope is not lost! Soon (well i say soon but in about two months) i shall be aging up! The outcome of which should suddenly result in me getting loaaaads of job offers- so many in fact that i even have to turn a couple down! OK.. maybe not exactly like that.. but one can dream right?
song of the week - It's a golden oldie but yet still so good and oh so summery, it is... (drum roll please) Kings Of Convenience - I'd Rather Dance With You.
Hello Japan, just to warn you some of your most pristine students have been sent by accident to perhaps the most judgemental and shockingly scruffy school in england. They arrived yesterday with their perfectly aligned knee length pleated tartan skirts an neatly ironed jackets to be greeted with the bum scrapingly short skirts and swearing adolescents of our school. Just watching them eat with closed mouths and refrain from spitting violently onto the classroom floor put us to shame. I sincerely hope they return safely and have not been too influenced by our noticeably 'British' culture.
So, alot's been happening at the moment... and when sat in the exam hall on wednesday it suddently all just hit me. I have less than one year left of compulsory school. This year has gone by ridiculously fast! Too fast even... STOP! I hear you cry- it's not over yet! But it kindof is... everything it rolling to a close, the exams which have been so long awaited are nearly over, summer is just around the corner as another school year comes to an end. I'm nearly in year 11. This is crazy news for me. However, am I telling the year to slow down? Nope i'm telling it to speed up. Oh and supose i should say something about the world cup. Come on England! it is football that your playing right?
Ok so Corfu for my birthday... Is it too early to be thinking about Christmas presents? Nahh. Ok well it's between to things. An SLR Camera or an Apple Mac. Hmm i'll give you a visual image of my two ideas..
An Apple Macbook Air
VS The New Canon EOS 550D
I rrrrrrrrreally would like an Air, but wOw is it alot of money, and that camera is amazing at shooting videos as well as pictures which is a great plus.. But the laptop would be really handy for my exams... and it would take me through Uni aswell... AGHH!
Oh well it's a long way off ehh! Gotta get through this year first!
Not sure i can stand another day full of small talk, explaining my GCSE subjects to the same bored old people, or complimenting the frothy hats that seem to get bigger and more over the top by each wedding.
Call me a pessimist but by now each ceremony gets longer and longer and i'm sure i could recite the vows off by heart, and on those summer days spent staring out of some packed marquee wishing you were with people you actually want to be polite to. Its insane the expense some people go to just to tell some guy or girl they love them why let society force you into forking out thousand of pounds for a 'circus' when those three words, eight letters mean just as much.
So heres a toast to the happy couple and the congregation asleep in their pews waiting for this act to end, and the next to begin....