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[Sep. 6th, 2008|05:09 pm] |
Mel's right, it's time for an update. Even so, I don't have much to update on.
I go to Morocco on Wednesday! It's finally come around and I can't wait! We had lots of mini set backs to do with passports/hairstyles but it seems we've overcome them and will actually get to Africa. My suitcase is half-packed already! I'm glad to be getting out of the country and hopefully will be enjoying real summer weather, which we've been so short of this year.
Went to see Lee Evans on Thursday, we had second row seats and were just to the side of the middle, so we could see round the mic stand. It was really good, and we got to shake his hand at the end :D Luckily, his sweat stayed on his suit and we didn't get splashed.
If Mel and George are reading this, get in touch with me about doing something before Mel goes to uni. How about a meal in Nottingham or Frankie and Bennys like the good ol' days? :) |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|05:37 pm] |
I cut my Leeds band off the other day, and my wrist still feels so strange!
Coming on up to nineteen feels rubbish. I hate my own birthdays, always have. Decided to keep it absolutely minimal this year, so going out with my family and Oli and that's it. I'll make more of a fuss for my 20th, but 19 is such a crap age! And another reason for my birthday Scrooge is because I've lost over half a stone, and feel I don't want to drink. Even as I'm writing it I realise how lame it sounds, but I'm so determined this time. I haven't had chocolate for six months, I've been going to the gym 6 days a week (even at 8:30 this morning!) and I've been eating the most boring foods imaginable. To be honest, the only difference I'm noticing is on the scales, I don't feel like I look any different at all, but I'm not giving in yet!
Why is there nothing good on TV anymore? |
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
Another Friday night in Mansfield, and how did I spend it? Vigerously attacking my wardrobe and disposing of all my old clothes! This morning, I had a full wardrobe (even clothes on top of my shoes) a bag and two boxes full of clothes. I now have a half full wardrobe. I got rid of almost everything too, from my black and white polkadots to my black and white stripes. My badged blazers and ripped jeans and skulls and stars. Band tees (even Of All Things' - may they rest in peace) and pencil skirts, sequin and dimante studded beauties, all gone. I got completely carried away remenicing; I even recognised the top I wore the first time I went to the Mill! All those horrific memories stuffed into four black bags haha. Quite sad really.
Besides that, today has been mainly attempts to distract myself from thinking about tomorrow in any way I could. I woke up early for a morning gym session (5 days in a row!) and watched some Scrubs. I had a two hour driving lesson and watched Mario leave the Big Brother house, but now, with nothing left to do, the nerves are kicking in!
To be honest, all I really want is a holiday. I can't wait for Morocco but Oli is having a crisis with his passport. The two Check & Send people didn't do their jobs properly, and they sent off the wrong form as well as his mum's passport, which we need to get hold of again now we finally have the correct form. It's all really stressful, but I hope it will make the holiday that bit more relaxing. We'll need it as well! Especially since we get back two days before next semester starts.
Speaking of semesters, I managed to pass my first year of University with a 2:1 overall, which I'm quite happy with. I admit I didn't try as hard as I could have this year simply because first year doesn't count, but if I can keep my grade at that level for the next two years I'll be a very happy graduate! Everyone I've spoke to is really pleased with their results and I'm especially proud of Oli. Plus, his research project is going really well and his ideas, though I might not really understand them too well, seem bulletproof.
I turn 19 soon, and it seems like the most boring age I'll ever be. It's funny to think that a year ago I was terrified of being twenty, but now it would be welcomed. Twenty-one is much scarier now, as by then I'd have (hopefully) graduated and be on my way to a PGCE. Time is flying past, but I'm embracing it. I'm so happy and so content with my life and the future. I'm just scared somehow I'm going to mess it up. |
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