Mehhhhhhhh going back to school suckssssssssssssss.

I have forgotten everything I learnt last year. I have gained so much weight that my uniform barely fits. >.<>

I know smoking is a dirty habit and I smell and I will die of lung cancer etc. but at times like these I couldn't imagine not being a smoker. Am starting to wonder why I came back to school at all. I don't really want to be here and I would probably be happier in full time work.  

I blame this short-ass random depressing post on hormones.

BLAHHHHH

SHIT

So I got AABC in my AS levels so I am rather pleased. :) I am dropping biology this year though because 1) IT SUCKS and 2) I cba. I'm not a sciency person. It requires too much memory and brainyness. Which I lack. I'm not going to have a sciency career so why waste my time on a sciency subject, eh eh eh?

MORE IMPORTANTLY, CALLUM. I AM SURE YOU ARE DYING TO KNOW. WHAT'S WITH THE CAPS IDK. He got A*AAB. WHAAAT. He didn't even revise that much. So he got about one billion university offers. Okay two. One here and one in England. I don't want to influence his decision and have him make a mistake because of me so I will say what I want to say to him here...I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO TO ENGLAND. :'(

Honestly I will be devastated. Perhaps for selfish reasons. But I'm just sayin'. I don't know what the hell I will do without him. Really. What the HELL will I DO. He did say we could still be together...but that would suck. I wouldn't actually get to SEE him and his cute little face. :( And he won't be able to come round to mine at 2am to give me a cuddle because I'm a hormonal little freak. :(

SO IDK GUYS. IDK. I want him to do what he wants...but at the same time I don't want him to go away.

AM I BEING A BITCH?


oh P.S. I know I said I'd blog more but haven't..I've been busy. OKAY. I needed to say that. Or type that. Because I'm being eaten alive by my selfish thoughts.

I AM BACK. with vengeance.

- EXAMS HAVE FINISHED. So I am impatiently waiting for my results which are in late August. And this year is my final year of school.. Now I have to decide what to do with my life...and it scares me so much because I still haven't got a clue. Fuckity fuck.

- Basically I have been spending my summer working, sleeping, eating, watching Disney Pixar movies (Toy Story 3 is UH-MAZING), going to beach and swimming in the sea fully clothed, drinking until I know the meaning of life and generally wishing I could be somewhere like Jamaica or Hawaii. Mainly being lazy and letting my health disintegrate to nothing. I'm not a healthy person but during the holidays, what's left of my health gets completely screwed. I eat more, smoke more, drink more which, yes, is enjoyable but it's only recently occurred to me how much I'm going to regret this when I'm older, especially smoking, but alas I don't care enough to stop.

- I can now drive. And I "share" a car with my brother, meaning I never get to drive it...But I don't care because I am now a licensed driver. :D It is fun to flash my license like an FBI agent (yes I am easily amused).

- Still with Callum. It's nearly been a year, and I'm not sick of him...so things are pretty good. However; he is hoping to go to university in England this year. Which sucks because he will be living there. I don't want to think about it until it happens. IF it happens. In other sexy Callum news, it is his 19th birthday next week. Holy merde. 19 and 17 seem like such a big age gap...I'm still in high school but he'll be a university student soon. As I am female (oh...you didn't know that? Well I am. I checked.), I beat him in maturity by ten years.

- To conclude I do intend to blog more often, on the conditions that people read this. It does get tiring to be so humorous and witty as I am, so don't let such talent go to waste. Farewell for now...I will return.

ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, PUT YO HANDS UP, UP IN DA CLUB, JUST BROKE UP...

(I am not single, but I enjoy putting my hands up to that song to annoy Callum ;D)

You may or may not have noticed I once again disappeared from bloggyness. One word - exams. ¬_¬ I'm off school for study leave now. If you don't have that where you live, it's where you leave school to study for exams. However; the name is very misleading because in reality, most people spend the entire time drunk. As tempting as that is, it is not the case for me as I have been hard at work. Revision is quite...relaxing when I find the motivation. I love sitting in bed with a cup of tea and highlighting my notes to death. Highlighting is fun. So much fun. I enjoy it. I like to highlight. :)

Today was so frickin' hot! I was able to wear shorts without five pairs of tights and a vest top without ten cardigans over the top. Wow. Now it might seem normal to all you hot country living people but usually N.Ireland doesn't get sun until...well it doesn't. I went outside for my morning ten mile run cigarette and I was like HOLY POO it's damn hot. Hotter than Callum. ;) And that is saying a lot. If global warming is the cause of this, then I FUCKING LOVE GLOBAL WARMING. I skipped work and went to the beach because days like this only come once a millennium and I was not going to spend the entire day in a damn coffee shop, OKAY. I will remember this day for the rest of my life. I will tell my children and my grand children and the myth of a hot day in N.Ireland will carry on for generations.

That is all, au revoir mes belle amies.

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I. cannot. be. bothered. with. revision. I would much rather complain about how much I hate it in a blog, hense this post.

I do 9.00 - 3.30 in school to come home to more revision on top of homework?! Non-stop! Well...kinda...perhaps it takes me two hours to walk a fifteen minute journey home from school but that's because I have some important stops to make on the way (ice-cream, Starbucks, Callum's house on the other side of town...). When I actually get home, I usually decide to watch TV for a bit, yknow to give my hard-working brain some rest. Then I sit down to revise and I realise - DINNER! So I make dinner and eat it. After dinner I'll sit down to revise again, now realising that I'm cold and haven't done any exercise...so I do an exercise DVD (not a good idea after dinner, don't try it at home kids). Obviously I have to have a shower after that because sweat is gross. After my shower I might come online or phone Steffi, despite spending six and a half hours with her in school. Then I might phone Hayley. Or Sarah. Or Rosie. Or Grant. Or the first half decent person in my contacts list. Or maybe even Callum who, coincidently, happens to be near my house! So he calls round and any subconscious thoughts of revision are abandoned. And oops look at the time - half 11! Better get some sleep. Good night.

So evidently I have better things to do than to revise goddamn polysaccharides (many monosaccharides joined by glycosidic bonds).

Callum and I attempted (key word) to revise together, but let's just say revision wasn't the first thing on our minds...we also had a highligher battle. Twas fun. I don't really know how revising togther would ever work out because we do completely different subjects and he's in the year above me. He does music, spanish, photography and business studies. Talented young lad. He's gonna have a photography of musical instrument business in Spain. Hahaha. Not really. He's going to be a pimp.

Imma go revise some Cold War. And eat ice-cream. Hahahaha get it. Cold War and ice-cream?! Ice cream is cold, the cold war...HAHAHA. I'm on a role with puns tonight!

I was like baby, baby, baby, ooooooooooh

Seems like Sunday is becoming my blog day. I suppose I don't even need to explain my absense. School. Studying. Studying after school. Stressful, stressful times.

I went shopping yesterday and I was offered a job in Hollister. Weird. One of the cashier people handed me a form. Without even talking to me. I was like okaaaaay. Apparently you have to be tall to work there? A reliable source told me that (Hayley). But I'm not gonna take it because I already have a job making coffee and the Hollister store really annoys me. Every time I go in there I immediately get really irritable and start swearing. There's no oxygen, there's no light and there's no room to move. And the people that work there are like "HEY! WhAt's uP!??!!?! :D :D :D :D" and I'm like "TALK TO ME AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOUR FAMILY" and have to be restrained. Is that in every Hollister store? Or is it just the one where I live? I am flattered that they think I am worthy to work there, but I can't stand that place for any longer than a minute. A second. A milli second. Actually I'd rather just not go there, OKAY.

Callum-wise, he met me outside of my school on Monday and pouted at me and I ran (slow-mo) into his arms and it started raining petals and confetti. The world is at peace again. Dayum is he cute when he pouts. Our argument was sort of like the Cuban Missle Crisis - only lasted a few days, but during those few days, it was TENSE, maaaaaan.

Too tired to blog any more...lateeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr
I might have an angsty "I hate my family" blog tomorrow if you're lucky!!!! :D

PS I will reply to comments on the post below and this post when I can be bothered :D

Sceptre and crown must tumble down

I think it was a few posts ago and I was all like "uhhh fuck it fuck life fuck examzzz etc." Well I've changed my mind. I'm going to work for my exams. I don't know what I want to do, but I realised that no matter what I end up doing, I really do need good exam results or any results at least. I'm thinking journalism. Without sounding conceited, I've had a few people in my seventeen years of life tell me that I'm a good writer. I can get an A* in english without opening a book...no pun intended (ya know because english literature is about books hahahaha). My english teacher even said I had a talent. ;) When I said I would be a prostitute or drug dealer in one of my previous posts, I was only joking...hahahaha! Funny joke, wasn't it! Hahahaha. Ha. Naw really, that's how I felt at the time of writing. I was emo extremo. And I don't hate school completely. I love english lit because I love analysing poems to death (especially "Death the Leveller" by James Shirley...amazing poem) and big Billy Shakespeare. And I love history because Stalin was epic and of course, Hitler! Who doesn't love Hitler? On second thoughts, Jews probably aren't very big fans. So school is bareable for now. I still don't like having to pry myself out of bed but I don't think I ever will, unless it's to go and sleep/watch TV on the couch instead. Indeed I have an exciting life.

This has been a very stressy week. Aside from having epiphanies about school and going to school, I have been arguing with Callum *gasp!*

We had our first argument. :( About something vair stupid. Basically I've gained a lot of weight recently (15lb) and have been trying to lose it so that I can actually wear my clothes. Not that I've been going around naked...I don't think I'm that fat. My BMI is 19.7, which is healthy, but the fact that I've gained weight really gets to me, and I KEEP gaining weight. And since I am so tall (5"10), if I'm not skinny, I look really butch. Problem is I eat too much. I'll use anything as an excuse to eat mass amounts of sat fat foods - hard day at work, sunny day, new comment on my blog...and it's getting really really ridiculous. There was one day I had 3400 calories, which is 1400 more than I should have! So yus, I have been trying not to eat as much and to eat healthier and maybe the odd two minutes of exercise. It's not as if I'm not eating. I've lost a pound so far and I'm very happy. But Callum is not. He said I was really stupid and shouldn't be influenced by the media. He also called me a complete idiot. :| Ouch. OH NO HE DIDN'T! I want to lose weight because I've gained so much, not to look like Cheryl goddamn Cole. And he doesn't even understand why I'm pissed off, which pisses me off even more. ¬.¬ Uhh...idk...maybe it's because you think I'm stupid?!?!? What a poo head (remember when that was the ~ultimate insult~? In my mind it still is). He said I was being really immature for reacting the way I did. Am I? What would you be like if this happened to you? Am I being a mega bitch (opposed to the bitch I usually am) or is Callum being a mega bitch? I'll prolly phone him in like an hour, apologising for being pissed off. And we'll laugh about it and we'll live happily after. But for the moment, I'm upset and pissed off.

Chyeah. I think I'll go to bed because I'm freakin' hungry. I had bloody soup for dinner. With no dessert. :( Now I know how all the starving children in Africa feel.