caught in a FLASH FLOOD (big shower of heavy rain) on my way home, which has since stopped. hmph. but i’ve decided to show you something very special indeed. meet mr penguin.

if anyone wants a balloon animal, just ask. though there are some limitations, i am making adam a white and blue seahorse. manly, i know.

so now im just going to sit here and worry about later. lindsay (oldest stepsister, just come back home) is cooking, and daz (other stepsister’s boyfriend) is coming round for tea. as my dad says, we’ll all sit around the table. just like the adams family.

chris (uncle) and hayley (auntie) , enjoying the company of our new friends.

grandma takes a picture. marvellous.

me enjoying myself. actually the best picture out of the lot..

grandma’s matching picture.

and grandma again.

still life of the biscuits for cheese. and the butcher’s wife. and another strange old man.

just a nice view of the bridesmaids and other guests behind grandma looking worried.

uncle chris..

oof, appreciate the wonderful decorations, flowery woman and happy man.

a photographer.

the bride.. ish.

the bride again.

so yeah that was all great fun. shame we had to leave before the band got set up. sob sob.

the first is of my shoes, on my feet! and a wall. it’s quite interesting

the second of my shoes again, but not on my feet! also, my bag donated by grandma which i think they go with ok.

third, a picture of a moth which was on the window. i liked it.

woo.

nah really he’s great and i love him. way more than you do.

also, on this day in 1951, the lake district was made a national park! what a nice place!

well i can’t be bothered to write that much here at the moment. but basically I LOVE ADAM. also, i have a science exam monday and another wednesday so i shall get revising over the weekend! not that we haven’t already done enough.

also, i am keeping up to track with homework, which is nice. and gabbie told me off for not going to see the careers lady when i was meant to. apparently she tells you good stuff which you should know that you don’t. woops.

as for my feet, they’re having a rest. tonight the mission for me, and/or my feet, is to make dad buy me a ticket. i must remember.

the weekend was quite nice i went out with vicky and elliot friday, but went back early to watch big brother. after seeing a baby burp.

but then later on i started to get upset really. adam was all miserable about college and me and everything really but i stuck with him and tried my best to cheer him up and helped a bit but we also discovered free weekend calls no longer works to me daamn. so we didn’t talk that much, but i made sure he was the happiest i could make him throughout the weekend and tried to talk to him whenever i could.

saturday, i went to work, then went back and met up with gabbie and went into birmingham. got the school skirt and shoes i needed but just missed adam all day.

sunday, i went and did my lovely singing. wheyy.

i don’t know, i don’t really feel like elaborating much on the weekend.

today was ok, better than i expected i guess. had my apple, as always :) but ended up turning up early because i thought we had an exam this morning.. but it’s really next monday. fucking hell. at least i was early? nah, i dont like it. missed adam lots today. also, i left my graphics folder in the health ed room. it’s scary because it has posters telling you that you need foreplay and another seeming to just include sex tips and information for the most ignorant of individuals.

ANYWAY, after school’s where it gets exciting. and where i get my feet out. oh yeah.

and just for adam..

then, they went on a short holiday..

i may be looking to name my feet also, because no such adventurous feet can go unnamed. any suggestions?

hmm. right. i might write some more later.
im quite hungry, too.

next, choir, and then telling my dad about my ripped trousers and asking if i can buy a skirt.. well i meant can i have money to but i’m guessing i’ll get it. hoping. because i have none. though grandma said she’d give me a bit tomorrow because i’ve been so down on it. i just hate the way that whenever i feel like i’m really doing well and saving up i run out of something and it’s suddenly all gone! i miss the days when everything would be bought for me.

now, i’m sat here with a revision guide and pre-release material for the exam i have first thing tomorrow morning, but i simply can’t revise– i have nothing to! the only things i really need to know are the basics on nuclear waste, half-life etc, (theraputic) cloning, cells, diabetes, and sweetners. the rest i can just do straight from the articles! hmph! easy as diddly-squat!

i have, however, done a little something tonight. learnt 6 little bits of french. well, that was challenging.

i did my work experience in – je fait mon stage en entreprise dans/chez…

 for 10 days – pour dix jours

much better than school – vraiment mieux que le collège

i went by foot – je suis allé à pied

i started at – j’ai commence à…

i finished at – j’ai fini à…

is it me or is french too easy at the moment? apart from that imperfect tense lark. i still haven’t quite grasped it.

also, i miss adam! boo! get him back online quickly!

and just before i go, please read the new ’50 things about me’ page! ignore some of adam’s additions… i am not dutch, i do not drink urine, and i do not hate him, and whatever other rubbish he’s written on there

this one got off to quite a good start though, no assembly, then no pe because of tutor. where we did fuck all as usual. well i got a load of absences which spread over a couple of stickers in my home book. i marked them all as times when i was late, but one i had to mark ‘this is half term’ for what i think is quite an obvious reason.

adam rang me last night, which was nice. after i wrote a big french essay then had to write it all down on paper because dad still hasn’t got new ink cartridges for the printer. he’s working outside on the front garden now as i speak. still. digging up turf and putting it down again in a pretty circle around a bird bath. nice, dad, nice. adam? yeah. he’s a bit poorly and hadn’t had too much of a great day, so i hope he had a better one today.

as mine continued it got gradually warmer, i found out that i shouldve done some maths last night too, but that was alright, because with the help of alice and jamie i managed to copy down everything i needed. mrs buckman still managed to shout her head off at everyone, but today was wearing new trousers! which, for us, is an exciting event. right. well..

you know you can have trousers with pockets at the back? or fake ones and little buttons? well she often does. and vicky, a while ago, spotted that it makes her bum look like a face. but today, her new trousers featured 2 buttons above each clearly defined fake pocket opening. at first we were distraught, until we noticed that her bum today featured 2 faces! hurrah!

breaktime next. not much exciting happened. i had some cheesy bread but it was fresh so it was all greasy and too hot

after this, we went into english. early, as per usual and mr johnson (our amazing english teacher who im sure is a bit unstable, i mean.. he has a puffer fish) was taking a TV into the classroom. shortly afterwards we joined him, and talked about how, as every person walked in they would say either:

“are we watching TV?” excitedly,

“what are we watching sir?”                   …however, really.

and sure enough, as people came in, they did.

oh! i just remembered some amazing yet confusing discovery made at breaktime. room 10 has a strange new vestibule/hallway area before it and another weird secret door. i think this was here before but inside the classroom. therefore that classroom is smaller, which can never be good. it became quite a tourist attraction for the group of us and we discussed getting paid for tours.

anyway.

“so what did you watch on TV?” well well well, romeo and juliet! yes, some shakespeare! which brought up many discussions, including the fact that srahhh wanted to do “the one where she says: ‘OUT DAMN SPOT’”

anyway, charlotte and i had our usual english chat before the video started, and i decided that after anyone says “abyss” i have to put my arms forward then back and say “awooooo”. yes i did just do it. it’s great fun. as was romeo and juliet. but the black man who liked to pretend to be a lady was a bit scary. we were very upset when it was stopped. more thursday, we hope!

…after the science exam, oh god.. should be pretty easy though, it’s one of those where you work from text and answer questions on it. like a reading paper in science..

anyway, physics was ok. we did a fun crossword. look! arent i just amazing with the whole radiation and life topic? oh yes i am.

lunch, which was sunny, was ok, and i ate an apple.

RE was fun, as it always is our teacher (gaye/god) was giving someone advice on how to lose weight. which was very funny. very funny. and i started my amazing poster on the samaritans! which i will continue. soon.

French was ok, did lots of work (it was all easy) and gave in my essay. all that effort for that, huh? ah well.

it’s now boiling, and i’m home. which is ok.

art to do later. eee.

i met adam about a year ago on habbo. oh yeah. but i didnt really. he just gave his myspace out like the scene fag he is(nt) and i added him. mainly because he had a picture up of him drinking carling and i wanted to tell him how much it was like piss and how silly he was for drinking it.

though, when i got talking to him i learnt that he actually likes carlsberg. which is alright. so he was accepted also because he was funny and nice and oh just too cool for me. after a little while of not talking really (sorry) we got talking on the phone one night with his amazing free calls and kinda learnt that we liked each other. well it was that for me, im just guessing. but for a good while i was just like nah, i’d never stand a hope in hell y’know.

but then as the months (yes, months!) passed, the ‘i’d ask you out if you lived near me’ started, though no matter how much i hinted that it’d be alright where we were he never seemed to get the idea. one step, though, was a night he came home really quite drunk, declared to me: ‘i ducking love yo’, and threw up on his floor. nice. actually i think he threw up just as i was telling him i ‘ducking’ loved him too, which of course i took really well…

anyway, a couple MORE months down the line, loads of weekends of phonecalls, including one (just over) complete weekend! yes, 50 hours on the phone, died afterwards, he finally asked me out! in the early hours (about 00:34) on Saturday Dec 16th. it didnt get off to too much of a great start, but has gone well really, apart from a load more fuck ups by me. i’m honestly so sorry. i really never stop thinking, these days, nearly as much as i think about adam himself (all the time), about how i messed the relationship up and upset him. which really isnt nice, because he does mean the world to me.

also, just over a month ago he came to see me, which was great and he will be again in about 5 weeks or so, if i can manage to keep him that long. he says he’ll only dump me if i cheat on him again but i’m not so sure. every day now it feels like he’s going to at some point, and even though i know he’s got problems trusting me and things it’s still really hard, and gets to me a lot because he really does mean the world to me. which he often doesn’t believe either, when he really needs to.

adam likes: INDIE things, haha , garlic sauce! (eugh), his music, um.. i dont know if he likes drinking but he seems to do it quite a bit! and me a bit hopefully. not do me btw. well, maybe.

adam’s scared of: spiders, heights, any insects really, and probably me

anyway, i’ll leave this as it is. hope it wasnt overly soppy, haha.

well, hello and welcome to the first official entry of my blog (the prevoius simply stating that the blog is quite brown). 

today, i woke up at 10:21 am. i know this because adam called me.

another exciting peice of information about today is that i sang at a baptism. oh yeah. when we sang, the baby stopped crying, but the woman started. we were a bit confused. also, will (who tries to be our choirmaster or something) is a dirty liar. apparently there’d be a practice from 3:30 until the service began at 4, and ended at 5. incorrect! it in fact ended at around half past! half an hour of practice before we could go home! it’s alright though, because we practiced some right good stuff.

Sally DeFord is the new love of my life, sorry adam.

what a hottie.

in other news, my father continues his amazing mission to re-do our front garden etc. exciting. seriously, he’s out there all hours that god gives working, when he’s not drinking tea or walking his little ginger dog.

he worries me.

anyway, i’m beginning to feel mildly queezy from all this blogging, so i’m off.

UPDATE: this is my fave. oh yeah. we changed the final note on the last section of the 3rd chorus to a much higher one. if you go through it you’ll see which. yeah we are so the best choir ever.