Things I could do over the summer

With around 77 days till I return to school, I really need to find some things to spend time on over the longest summer of my life. Some of these suggestions just might make the cut!

1. Listen to an album every day - there are more than enough in my house
2. Learn some Estonian - I already know "Kuula" means "listen" thanks to this
3. Have a Blue Bloods day - we only own the first season on DVD, but that's still 15 hours and 1 minute
4. Dance - We have all three main Just Dance games, and even without the wii I still enjoy moving to music
5. Draw - I haven't done it in a while, but maybe I can hone my artistic skills?
6. Write - I have many juvenile, unfinished ideas for novels; maybe I can will them closer to completeness?
7. Swot up on my A-level subject choices - might be the most useful suggestion on this list
8. Improve my writing with my right hand - it might be useful to have two hands to write with
9. Meet up with friends - I suppose going outside a bit wouldn't hurt
10. Blog, tweet, tumble etc.!

EDIT: 21:37 I just thought of another one:

   11. Dip ketchup flavoured crisps into ketchup, and eat

2nd annual "Happy Breathe Day" post

"16th of June, 9:05, doorbell rings, man at the door says if I wanna stay alive a bit longer, there's a few things I need you to know: three!"

After last year's post fail (I deleted the entire insightful content without realising), this time I will copy and paste the text somewhere else as a back up, to make sure I don't lose it to the black hole again.

This morning, I was woken at 9:01am by my purposely set watch alarm. While it was enough time to set my iPod up and sync the beginning of Breathe to the appropriate time, the four minute warning wasn't enough to get myself signed in and ready to post on the @U2 Forum - this made me even more thankful that the second verse includes "9:09", because that was when my post was ready!

Today I also had the opportunity to attend the Mangotsfield Festival for the second time, however it's been raining lots and I'm still wearing my bed clothes, so I decided not to.

Anyway, happy Breathe Day!

It's officially over!

My GCSE exams are over!

I have no more revision to do!

In the last 32 days, I've sat 10 exams, enduring over 14 hours of sitting within the confines of the sports hall. One day I spent about 4 hours 20 minutes scribbling away and peering at my watch in the place, but now it's over!
Now I can look forward to 2 and a half months of no school; I hope I can find things to keep me entertained!

Well done Estonia!

Yesterday was the final of Eurovision 2012 from Baku, Azerbaijan and Chris decided to host a party, with each attendee picking a country to support. You may be able to tell from my nails (or from the title of this post), which country I chose... ESTONIA!! My decision was based on the fact that I enjoyed the country's effort last year (Rockefeller Street by Getter Jaani) and that I knew I'd be able to paint the country's flag on my fingernails.

My Estonia flag nails

Despite being (according to Donati) 19th favourite to win out of the 26 finalists, this year's contestant, Ott Lepland, ended up in sixth place, with 120 points! Congratulations Ott and Estonia!

The memories

Tom,
I've known you since year seven, when I walked home with you and Chris, and I remember that the pair of you made me laugh a lot!


I wrote that from memory, almost word for word on Thursday, when I began my passage in Tom's memories book. It was the last time we'll ever walk home together (I still find that difficult to believe) and I took the opportunity to ask him to write in mine; he let me return the favour. We were sat next to eachother on the wall that surrounds the local pub, busily writing away. I only peered up to see Katie join us.

That was on Thursday; yesterday we left for real.

After a 41-day absence, here I am!

I didn't actually realise I'd gone over 1 month without posting here! It makes it look like I've been busy revising for my exams, doesn't it? Well I have...

They start in 3 days.

Eep.

I'll be back in another 41-ish days.

Cardiff Blue

LA Blue became "Cardiff Blue" on our return journey from the Welsh capital on Friday night.
We were there for a school trip, to view a performance of J.B. Priestley's "An Inspector Calls" in a genuine three dimensions, at the swish New Theatre. Prior to our arrival, a resilient wasp had caused much commotion on the coach, withstanding half a dozen smacks, courtesy of Jamie from Em's tutor group. We eventually approached the theatre on foot; I took this opportunity to scoff the meagre morsels that made up my dinner, my final bite coinciding with the start of the show.
I thoroughly enjoyed the performance; highlights included the dramatic collapse of the Birling house, which woke a few of my school mates up, and the additional symbolism which had been carefully woven into the play.
Back to the end. The chill air of a Cardiff night bustled us back on to the bus, which lacked any evidence of the demon in black and yellow stripes. Eagerly, I grappled for my iPod and set it to play a series of bright, carefree tunes. The sky may have been pitch black, and my cheeks coral red, but nothing could fully detract from the blue…