Tuesday 7th September - From Danish men to depression, what a segway!

Happy Fact 1 - some Danish guy followed me :O That's incredible, cheers mate :D I don't even know if he can read English...! Maybe I should start translating this into foreign languages, since I'm clearly on my way to becoming a global phenomenon ;)
Happy Fact 2 - I'm not actually that far up my own arse.
Happy Fact 3 - Scrapstore. For anyone who is unfamiliar with this particular franchise (hmmm maybe not, maybe just an old warehouse in Bristol full of junk) then please be aware that it is my favourite place in the world! Twelve foot high shelves stacked chocker with crap no one wants! What more could a teenage girl want?!
Happy Fact 4 - Guess who's going to see Bowling For Soup again ;) In, AHMAHGAWD one month! I didn't even realise the date XD
Happy Fact 5 - Not having clashes on my timetable this year! Thank you oh so much Mrs Maund, you've saved me a trip to Inman's office!
2 months, 2 weeks and 2 days since my last post. That's quite spooky! I promise I didn't plan this and this is some weird spiritual day for me, and this post isn't cursed so that anyone who reads it dies in 2 months 2 weeks and 2 days. Not being morbid or anything but that would actually be seriously cool! If anyone comes down feeling a little queasy after reading this, my sincere apologies, it's not my fault my mother's an evil witch who devoured my soul at birth so I have to live off other peoples :S
Anyway, in those past 2 months 2 weeks and 2 days (yes I'm gonna keep saying it) I have been up to a whole lotta nothing! Well, I tell a lie. 2 of those weeks were spent in Spain, where the air there gave me tonsilitis! How awful is that? I step off the plane and get a little tickle in my throat, within hours it feels like someone shoved a hippo down my throat and I couldn't breathe or swallow. Damn you Spain! In fact that was the start of a pretty crappy holiday: the pool at the villa was inhabited by some green murky grime monster and the water was a disgusting shade of vomit for 6 days before Dave the pool man - also known as Dave the rave, main man Dave, Slavey Davey, The legend that is Davey Jones, and OH MY GOD CAN I KICK HIM NOW?! - finally sotred it out and returned it to a normalish looking blue.
Then, and this sounds incredibly petty so skip the next paragraph if needs be, but the air-con in the rooms was crazily cold, and i only had shorts and a vest top as pyjamas so I froze every night! I couldn't even get to sleep it was so cold, even with socks and a cardigan on top it was horrible :( God I need to man up! All I do is whinge about air conditioning and illness lol, if I were you I'd be commenting on this post saying GROW A PAIR YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!
So that's that out the way. And I'll keep the moaning on the down low ;)
In other news, results...
Yep, on the 19th of August, me and every other 17-18 year old in the country, maybe even world (well the ones in further education) lined up to get their A levels and AS levels and whatever the hell they're called everywhere else. How scary. It was horrible, I was petrified for the whole day, it kinda hit me that the rest of my life depends on the grades inside that brown paper envelope. And here I am, 17 years of age with Peter Pan still on my bedside table and my window wide open most nights purely out of childish hope. Sad, I know. But yeah, my results weren't drastic I suppose, A in psychology, B in critical thinking (not that that counts as a subject at all lol) and Cs in biology, french and literature. Which is fine, I was amazed I didn't fail french, and I got a B on my final biology paper which I'm incredibly pleased with XD
But English, a C? I was devastated, I cried on my mum for about an hour in school in front of everyone, it was so embarrassing, but I was literally heart broken. Although, apparently they've fucked up the grades for our school, because practically everyone got below their predicted grades. I mean, I normally get As and Bs in lit, along with most of my class and loads of us did really bad :S Apart from Sonia -.- Sonia who got four As -.- Gorgeous as she is in most aspects, sometimes I really hate that girl!
Erm, what else happened this summer? I drunkenly lost one flip flop in a field, I tried to teach myself how to play the harmonica before throwing it across the room 15 minutes later, I had a lesson in burlesque dancing for my cousin's hen party, I did no work at all, I freaked out about university and my life, I had a birthday lol which of course included drunken birthday banter and if I remember correctly cupcakes on a trampoline, my mother binned my lenses thinking they were hers and deciding that 'they just didn't fit her eyes anymore' leaving me glasses-bound for ages, I watched far too many films, a Greek woman cut my hair too short and I now look like a four year old, I bought a dress, aaaaaaaaaaaaand sulked when my brother went to Reading festival and I had to stay at home for three days, while he was out in the mud seeing like all my favourite bands live! How unfair. Oh well, he failed his exams and has to retake year 13! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa! It's his own bloody fault, I told you he never does anything, especially when it falls under the category of school work...
But who cares about him right ;)
Anyway, I've now been back at school for three days and have had a grand total of 7 frees :D That's more frees than I had over four weeks last year! Incredible, simply incredible.I love it, it's so good! I now might actually have time to do my work and won't be panicking, staying up til 3 every morning rushing o get an essay or a report finished. It might just work out :) Alternatively it'll all go tits up and I'll find myself falling down an ever deepening spiral of depression!
Fingers crossed heh?
Laterss xx