NA MO CHUID AODAICH - 1

an diugh tha mi gu bhith a'deanamh "modelling." chan ann tric a thig rud mar seo an ard air Eilean Leodhais, ach, tha Halla Clan MacQuarrie ann am Borgh a' cur air adhart "fashion show" , lan aodach, aosda snasail airson airgead a thogail dha Crossroads.
Tha mi air a bhith a togail dhealbhan fad an t-seachdainn,ach, big bummer, tha rudiegin cearr air a chamara.
Caillidh mi a h-uile dealbh, NO DOUBT.

:(

deliberations.

suddenly i realise that...i only have two years left in school. *GASP-SHAKE HEAD IN DISBELIEF- WHAT? NO!* well...it's true. i suppose that i should realise it's inevitable..but inside my head, i am a little girl. not an immature little brat. (i hope.) vulnerable? not quite. maybe just...nervous. i have a lovely time just going to school etc, like i have been for years and years now. so it might be nice to change. it might not. and although i still have 2 years left of school, that isn't long for me. once, school was just school for me. you have to go, and you will go forever...but now, it's exams. you spend all year working up to the exam. then sit. then the exam is over. end of school year. now the beginning of a new school year. except...that won#t happen that often anymore. and i just realise i feel quite sorry about it. even though i've spent nearly all my school life thinking about how i hate school ;)

so, after all that depression, i have to go eat pancakes (:

#1- London '09

the bus journey.

well, you know how it goes. "i'm going to london, to buy a heat magazine..." not in my case.

"i went to london and read a heat magazine."

we set off from ullapool. we had about 10cm of space between our legs and the chair in front. imagine being stuck like this for basically a whole day. got that picture in your head? that's us.

so after spending about 19 hours on the bus journey from hell, we pull up at the most dank place imaginable. the hostel. [din din dinnnnn.]

the light in the shower is un-lightable. there is no soap. the floor is dirty. and there are beds at odd angles sticking out all over the place. yes i know. weird.

more later.

School & a Royal Visit!!!!

It is the start of a new school year. So today was the day of panic, stress and nausea. Panic at the thought of new teachers, new classmates and new work. Stress at the thought of having no friends in the class. And nausea, which was what I had throughout the entire day. So, apparently, this year is "the most important school year for results in Scotland." and we can't forget "The most pressure we shall EVER have. EVERRRRRRRRR."
So it was with a headache I struggled through Maths, a flickering light throughout English, boredom and confusion in Classical Studies, A little bit of worry in Geography and an uh-oh feeling in French that I made my way home, feeling sick. Headache update: hopefully going. Soon.

And may tomorrow see a less stressful day.

:)

oh yeah, HRH Princess Anne visited our school yesterday :) So exciting! The musical performed a number, but a faulty cable meant that there were bangs throughout the entire performance. Everyone in the audience was either dying for them, cringing inside or laughing outright. It didn't help that an article appeared in the P & J about it. 'Red-faced youngsters..." that's just mean!

My Moth Munched thru My wallpaper.

I'm guessing typing with a major headache isn't something you do everyday? it certainly doesn't help that i keep flicking my head up to follow a moth's journey across my pink wall. ew it's going UNDER THE WALL bleugh bleugh bleugh!!!!!!!! Where did it go??????? is there like some creepy insect Rave going on behind there? EEEEW... but it disappeared now. So, back to the headache.
I just had my geography exam today. I wrote 6 pages of A4 in my tiny writing. So my hand was numb. my brain was numb. my bum was numb. [2 hours non stop writing. Are they CRAZY???] ETC. And so my head is sore. And is gradually getting more sore. I was contemplating writing a good full blog, but me head won' let meh. Bleh.

So, I leave you with thoughts of disappearing insects and a sore head. And possibly another post tomorrow.

Happy Days. XO

I like to Rhyme. X)

i started writing...then deleted it...i just cba writing atm. man. i've resorted to IM language. i am going downhill...





i have found writing to be a very fun hobby. so i've been writing little poems down. kind of sad you might think, but it's funny the things you think about when you start. i wrote a particularly amusing one about a special person ; ) you will NEVER know who you are!!!!


rhyming is COOL.





i've found Eminem to be cool. but only his song We Made You. i like it. my hitlist at the moment:


*taylor swift= everything (big surprise)


*tinchy stryder and n-dubz = number 1


*eminem= we made you


*brad paisley = whiskey lullaby


*tim mcgraw= bbq stain





i am IN LOVE with You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift's video. it's so cute! and i love her glasses.





i could probably post another post about that video. i think i'll do it tomorrow. (i have no life.)


so, until then.


:)

i was having fun flicking. i think i've actually put these up before. ah well. i get to remind myself.

(p.s. i had my french exam today, the listening went to pot, but i am praying for a decent mark in the writing&reading...)

Eight-Legs

Our friends, spiders/les araignees/ chelicerate arthropods

I am in shock. my face is like ---- :O :( yeah, basically deeply unhappy. so the whole story started when i decided to get myself a snack. (as you do.) so, i go to the fridge. my eye is drawn to a black spot on the floor. (about the size of a 10p). but i just ignored it, cos there are frequently marbles ETC on our floors. but then it moved and disappeared under the fridge. of course, i had to notice it. i thought it was a marble, therefore it had rolled. but no. it resurfaced and went to the wall. literally the BIGGEST spider i had ever seen in my life was standing (?) there, waiting. waiting. and i stood still incase it tried to run at me. i am serious, it was literally 2cm away from my foot, so it could've run up my leg into my jeans...my face is cringing with horror just thinking about it. EW. So I screamed for my Dad, who was very reluctant to remove himself from his newspaper to kill it. [sorry, spider lovers. it's how things work in my house.] But he did, and I was safe. :)

i wasn't scared...


Fascinating Fact:

Cooked tarantula spiders are considered a delicacy in Cambodia

No matter how fascinating the fact, I am still scared of them.

(a sidenote on today's post, had my chemistry exam today. i am praying for a credit pass. who knew maltose was identified by Benedict's?? sob. also, had english on friday and it went good. confident about maths and english. computing on wednesday :( )