Idiots Of The Universe

There are many ways one could define an idiot. Technically it is someone who has a low IQ and has some form of mental issue, I think. In modern society it has come to mean someone who does/says ridiculous things, or a person that you have a particular reason to dislike. Well, in my year at school there are many people that fit all of the above description and more, but mostly the last, because they are, in fact, humongous Richard Craniums (you can work it out, people).

There are three people in my year, we shall call the Bella, Monica and Lucas, for the sake of anonymity (sort of...they are relatively similar to their real names...) that I cannot stand for another minute. And I am going to take it out on you, very few readers of my blog, and moan about them on here. You don't have to read it. I recommend you stop now.

So, I'll start with Bella. Today, she randomly decided to start having a go at me in Chemistry, and I don't have a clue why. And this isn't just a "She said a mean thing, Mummy!". She does it All. The. Time. Seriously, every other lesson she will say something to embarrass me or antagonize me or provoke me, and stupidly I normally have to retort, but I don't think that staying quiet would be a better idea either. Also, Bella is quite intelligent, yet pretends to be stupid, and that annoys me as well. Not the pretending, the stupidity. She acts so thick and she isn't, teachers have to repeat themselves like eighty times for her, which is just annoying for the rest of the class. And also, she is a total slag and a bit of a narcissist, and she isn't even that pretty. That's not really a problem, I just don't like slags. Anyway yeah, she is just so frustrating and I want to hit her so much...

Right, before I go insane and kill Bella, I'll move on! Monica is a girl in my year who does the same thing as Bella- constantly poking comments at me and provoking me. She isn't slaggy, nor does she pretend to be stupid, so we're all good on those fronts. She just doesn't stop, and it's even worse than Bella, and she has even reduced me to tears a couple of times. I normally pretend like I don't care, but I really do. She usually apologizes, but it doesn't go away that easily. It's really horrible, and all the time. Everyone else in my class is really nice about it and tells me not to listen and that she is just a disgusting person, and they all say everyone prefers me to her anyway, but I don't see them standing up to her. Although, she's like that too so many people. My friend, we shall call him Conrad, got an earful from her about being ginger, so I had a go at her, and at least she's leaving him alone now, but she also teases my other friend who we shall call Mindy, and is seriously horrible to her, and says the off thing to other people too. I can just about deal with her being mean to me, but it's when she starts going at my friends that I get really angry.

Lastly, Lucas(I think I called him that?). He is just am idiot...He told me to go die once, and that just did it for me. I can't stand him, he is a foul human being, who should go die himself, although I'm not harsh enough to actually say that to him.

Basically, if you have a problem with me, come tell me. If I care about you I'll sort it out, if not, then you can leave me alone. I don't care if people don't like me, that's their business and they probably have valid reasons, I just wish they'd be civil. RAWR. I reallllllllyyyyyyy hate people.

Tea

I love tea...I have noticed I've been drinking waaayyyy too much lately. Even the dentist has said I need to stop drinking so much because it's staining my teeth (no, they aren't grim or yellow but they may end up that way) but it's so yummy. I think I may be a bit addicted because I don't think I'm ever without a cup of tea. Even at the fireworks the other night...

But, I can't stand coffee, the smell makes me feel sick...hmmmm interesting. Most people like both....hehehehe bisexual people. Wait, I'm not homophobic, I just find bi people funny because someone once said to me 'No one is ever bi, they are either gay and too scared to come out or straight and looking for a bit more action.' The whole 'liking both' sparked me off on that train of thought.

I love my brain sometimes, it has the most random ideas which always make me laugh so much...I think I have digressed a little bit so I'm going to go now. Bye :)

Haven't Posted In A While

I've just realized that I haven't posted on here in ages, so I thought I would. Not a lot has happened in my life lately, so I don't really know what to write about.

Okay, I'll write about fireworks because I can hear them everywhere and they are really getting on my nerves. It's hard to think straight when there are explosions going on everywhere, but where they are bad in annoyingness they make up for in prettyfulness.

Anyway, me and some friends went to see some fireworks last night, which was quite fun. They had a mini fun-fair there which was ... horrible. I can do rollercoasters and droppy things no matter how huge and scary but I can't do spinny stuff because it just makes me feel soooooo ill. As soon as we got there, I was made to go on this upside down spinning thing which was horrible, but I did think that it was okay, despite the fact that they played O Fortuna. Then, it went "Let's do it again, but faster!". That is the point when I felt like throwing up. Then we went to buy tea and I needed a pee for the rest of the night...

Well anyhoo, the fireworks were actually pretty awesome. They were so pretty and they played mostly good  music! Except for that Gary Barlow jubilee song. They took forever to start and then some Olympic Gold winners said some stuff, which was sweet but then when it started we just danced. Loads of people were being boring and dull, although the people in front of us were dancing which was reallllllllyyyy funny, and us and like only three other people whooped along to the 'ceeeeeelebrate good times, c'mon!' song. They were pwetty and I forgot to wear socks off and froze me feet to death and my hands and my nose and the rest was kinda cold too. I sat in a boiler cupboard when I got home and drank soup...fun.

I felt really guilty that I didn't go to the Cuffley ones though, I didn't realize they were on the same night and all the 'splorers were mad at me for not going with them, and so Josh, being egged on by Jess, sent me an text with a picture of a clown (not a happy Emily). Anyway, I hope you all had wonderful Bonfire Nights! Mine was great in case you were wondering :)

Explorers

I have just realised how much I love the Explorers. Most of them are like my best friends and the rest of us are rather close. If you know me at school, I actually am quite loud and even weirder at Explorers, and kind of hyper. It's the people there that do it to me.

Anyway, our Explorer group is made up of a pretty even split of boys and girls- Jess, Sammi, Me, Emma, Liz, Becky and Phoebe, and then Joshie, MaTt, Pip, Ross, Jack, Anderson, and occasionally Andrew (i'm sure I've left someone out and I apologize most profusely, I'm still half asleep). Anyway, they are all weird and mental and special, and we are all the odd people of society in our own individual ways that make up a strange mash up of a group. Or family. I think we are more of a family.

Actually, that's an interesting point. I mean, I have amazing friends at school that I love, but I don't know how many people have a group that they don't have to see everyday and are so close and you just know that no matter what you do, they're there for you with a hug, several inappropriate innuendos, a load of piss-taking and something to do to distract you from everything. Okay, a lot of people, but it's more than that. We're like an strange, incestuous family. With Liz. Ahahah I'm just kidding, I love you Lizzi.

These are the people I want to stay friends with forever. There are maybe 5 or 6 guys from school I can see myself still knowing in 20 years, but these people are like...for life. (this is me having sudden realisations and getting all soppy over them all). I wonder who will be my HIMYM or Friends group when I'm older.

One last point on this- trust the right people. If you aren't then you are so screwed. Because, honestly, once you've found a bunch of people you can trust with anything, then you really don't need anything else in your life. Enjoy! :)

Life

So, life. I don't really know what to say about it, I was just bored so I entitled this post that. I don't really know what I'm doing with mine.

Today I went to the doctors. And then cried because I'm cool like that. Basically I have this really pale white ring around a mole on my back and I've been freaking out about it. Apparently it's just halo something or other, and it's benign so I've stopped panicking (a bit). I really need to stop worrying. Anyway, now I've decided I'm not about to die, I need a plan. I want to go to uni, which means I need good a-levels. I'm doing okay at GCSE, but my sixth form isn't so good, so I need to change sixth form. Preferably to Dame Alice Owens. But I need really good grades for that. Maybe I'll have some good luck (i have the luck of a dead hamster put in a dynamite stick).

I want to be an author. I always have done, it's like the dream. If anyone bothers to read this, don't ever, EVER give up on your dream. I promise it will be a million times better than you ever imagined. But the problem with mine is I don't need to do anything to get it other than write an amazing book. I don't need grades or degrees or experience, so it's hard to...aspire to anything else. Which is not necessarily good, because I need a backup plan, which at the moment is a journalist but it keeps changing.

So, life...I've decided I want to get married someday (only because I was at a wedding the other day that had an awesome band...random reason, but yeah) and that means I need to make human contact. Ew. I don't like that idea. I mean, my friends are great but I wouldn't date any of them and that means I need to find someone else...and I'm crap when I first meet new people. I come off all posh and up myself which I hope I am neither of those things and so people need to know me to like me. I'd be like that on here if I didn't imagine I was just writing it for Emma or Liz or Jess. So I have concluded this department is hopeless.

What else is there in life? MUSIC. How did I forget? My life revolves around music. And Harry Potter. I got a replica time turner the other day from my parents for doing well in exams, and I NEED to see Muse live. Like, it's going to kill me if I don't. I love them so much and I can't even explain what these two things mean to me...they're more than just songs and stories, it's my lifeline, the things that stop me going mental(or more so) and stop me doing anything daft and stop me killing half my school. I just wish they were tangible...they are so unreal, yet so not. Haha I'm making no sense now. I sense that that means I need to stop rambling. I will be back soon! I bid you Adieu!

Episode Four- Fainting/Fun Sea Times

I'm going to carry on with holiday stuff. This will probably be the last entry, but I might remember something else about it.

So, on the second day, I almost fainted! It's not quite as tragic as it sounds. It was very hot and my body wasn't quite used to it, and also I hadn't really drank much. I basically lilve off tea, but it was the grimmest tea in the world so I had had like one glass of water all day and was seriously dehydrated. At about 5, my Dad announced he was going up to the room so I went with him. I didn't really notice that I was being a bit lightheaded (and Emma, that's not because there isn't anything in my head. Before you say anything.)but then we got into this lift that went from the beach to the hotel carpark. It didn't help that this lift was about 45 degrees celsius, plus I hate lifts and had a mini panick attack. By the time the lift stopped, it felt like someone had hit me round the head with a wooden mallet. I stumbled acros the car park, and then I went blind. Like, everything was fuzzy and spotty and spinny. So, as you do, I started trying to get clothes off me so i could jump in the pool. I was still half dresses when I plunged myself into the pool, and there was that scary moment when I couldn't swim and thought I was going to drown before everything cleared up again. Anyhoo, I swam a length or two and had like 5 cups of soda water and it was good. But trust me, it was scary as Hell while it lasted.

This leads me nicely onto the fun drowning! On the last three days or so, the wind picked up and there were WAVES. Like serious waves. Up until then the sea had been as still as a lake. We all went down to this beach a couple of bays along where it was all sandy, and it was AWESOME. It was like being in Norfolk on a stormy day except the sea was warm and the sky didn't have a cloud in it. The waves were easily six feet and they pushed you over, and dragged you under so easily. My brother had been on the rubber ring getting shoved around while I was just swmming, and then I got a go on the ring. A wave hit me in seconds and I got pushed through the hole in the ring (I didn't realise i was that small) But I got stuck under the ring that now had my brother on it and I couldn't breathe and I had swallowed so much water, but it was still fun because bubbles were everywhere and you could feel the waves. It was so odd! But yeah, fun times :)

Episode Three- Crazy shouty man

I'm sorry that these aren't exactly chronological.

On the day that we went to leave, my dad ended up queuing for ages to check out. I mean like ten minutes, when there was only one man in front of him. It was a guy who had arrived earlier that day, and he wasn't English, and neither was the receptionist, but they were talking in it.

Crazy Man: Your lift doesn't work. It will not fo down any further thn this level, the button doesn't work.
Receptionist: I know, that lift only goes up. If you want to go to the lower level you need to use one of the lifts over there.
Crazy Man: Well I called for help and no one came.
Receptionist: Theres a phone (Holding up a phone to demonstrate.)
Crazy Man: I know what a phone is and it isn't there!
Receptionist: I think you'll find it is.
Crazy Man: But I don't have a sea view. I have a view of rocks.
Receptionist: Okay, well your card didn't specify a sea view.
Crazy Man: I told my office to book a sea view and I paid for a sea view!
Receptionist: Then phone your office and I will confirm that that is what you asked for.
Crazy Man: Office? There is no office, I booked it myself online!
Receptionist: Well, you said...
Crazy Man: And my toilet leaks.
Recpetionist: Oh dear...
Crazy Man: Is it normal that the television doesn't work?
Receptionist: What do you think?
Crazy Man: I pay 2000 Euros for this? It's crazy, I want a different room.
Receptionist: There are no other rooms currently available. It's only 10 am and Check-In is 2pm. If you want to wait, we can move you.
Crazy Man: I don't want to wait, move me immediately.
Recepionist: I can't, we're full.
Crazy Man: WHY? (Yes, how dare you fill all the rooms in your hotel, I thought)
Receptionist: Well that is the aim of our business here.
Crazy Man; Give me my money back, I will go somewhere else.
Recpetionist: I can't, I'm just the receptionist.
Crazy Man: Then get me the Manager!
At this point, flamenco man came running up the stairs and we had to leave, but it was hilarious watching this moustached old man screaming and escalating. I mean, if you wanted your money back, wouldn't that be the first thing you would say, no 'your lift only goes up'? Sorry, things like this amuse me...

Episode Two- Tortoise man and his comrades

When my family go away, we give people we see around a lot little nicknames. This time there seemed to be a lot of those. The first one we met was SB girl. She had a, um, toiletting accident that my mother discoved, and my dad unceremoniously called her Sh*tty Bum girl, which we shortened to avoid offense. Her mum was a lovely Geordie lady though, but we never did find out their real name.

The second was Chess Man and Chess Boy. Me, Dad and Greg had a little chess tournament the first night on one of the cute little chess tables in the games room. On the other two tables was a man teaching his son how to play. From then on he always asked us about certain rules like castling ad when pawns reach the end. I felt quite sorry for the boy, to be honest, he was the only kid in the family and no one made any effort to talk to him.

Flamenco man was the restaurant manager. He looked hispanic, slim and muscular, and he stood in that pose flamenco dancers stand in when they are about to start some routine with marracas. It was him and Chronis, a fat guy, who were running it, and they were both very nice, and the fat guy cut up some extra lemon for me because I have to have lemon juice on everything.

The main one was Tortoise Man. We saw him on the second or third day in the restaurant walking rather camply, and my brother said he walked like a tortoise, hence the name. We naturally assumed he was gay, until a couple of days later we saw him with a hot blonde wife and two daughters. My dad kept on updating us on Tortoise Man in a daft French accent, which was hilarious. One night, he wasn't there with his family, and so my Dad made up some ridiculous story 'Ah, Monsieur Tortoise 'as been chucked in ze sea in many pieces, because 'is family 'ave murrrrdered 'im' et cetera. Later on, there was a forest fire out in the mountains twenty miles away or so, really blazing orange with smoke billowing up. (I promise yout his is going somewhere)

Of course, Tortoise Man was very much alive and well, so my Dad had to come up with a new theory. 'I beleive Monsieur Tortoise Homme is an arsonist! Zat was no forest fire. Last night, 'e was not wiz 'is family, because he was igniting the side of ze mountain!'. Tbhe next day he was wearing a hat and glasses, 'Aha! It was deeeffffinitely him, because 'e is nervous I will give 'im away, so 'e 'as une disguise, 'ow cunning.' And so on. For a whole ten days. Seriously.

While I'm on the topic, my dad was also trying to convince greg that there were sharks in the bay, and he didn't give that up either. His 'prrof' was that the bous had the web address 'www.crazyshark.org.gr' or something similar printed on them, and that the dogs kept barking at something. You see, my father is like having another little brother around. Madness.

Episode One- French in dangerous situations GCSE

One of the many things that happened while I was on holiday was I recieved my GCSE results. I phoned my nan from a quaint little caf by the sea, and dispatched her to get my letter from home that my friend Bex handed into school for me, and read them over the phone for £1 per minute (or something else not quite as ridiculous). Anyhoo, I did okay, but i got an A* in my French! This is relevant later on...

The next day at the beach, some French kids were on a very slippy jetty fishing. One of them slipped and cracked his head open and bit his tongue and there was blood everywhere and they were shouting and their mum came running... it was all very hectic.

As Mrs French Lady ran past, I grabbed a packet of tissues to hold on the boys head to stop the bleeding. I should probably say I am well trained in these situations. My idiot of a brother has managed to crack his head open the grand total of seven times. So, I ran up to her with the tissues and said the famous words- 'Madam, excusez-moi, excusez-moi! Les kleenex pour ton filles' in very badly conjugated French.

At dinner, we were telling my brother about this, because he hadn't been there at the time. My dad then said, 'Ah yes, I am now proud to say that my daughter has gained an extra GCSE- French in dangerous situations'. It may seem random, but it was funny at the time.

Welcome Back!

Hey, so I haven't posted in a while because I've been on holiday in Crete! I'm going to do a series of 'Episodes' about stuff that happened that's worthwhile telling people about. So, sorry for not posting to anyone who reads this, and I guess anyone that does has cleared off because I haven't been posting. But I shall power on through!

Oh, if anyone read my last post, I have now almost finished my book, and it's going awesomely well. Next step is typing it up and editting, then re-editting, then peer review, and more editting...oh, it'll be a bucket of laughs. Not. In case you didn't get the sarcasm there.

Writing

So, I am currently writing a book, and I have noticed that it's the little details that I'm stressing over. For example, I wanted really unusual names for my characters so I spent ages trying to come up with odd names. Also, small things that I have mentions and then think 'ah damn I need to come back to that'

Now, I am running all the books I have ever read through in my head and trying to work out if I actually pay attention to the names. Or, if it actually matters what they are called. Would it really matter to me if Katniss in the Hunger Games was actually called Ann? Or Hermione was called Jane? Or Sephi from Noughts and Crosses was called Kate? I guess not, although Katniss does actually have a purpose to her name, but it makes it more memorable.

Also, the little things. In Harry Potter, I really appreciate all the tiny details and thought that went into it, but that's only because I've read it a million times. I enjoyed it just as much the first time, but I didn't realise all the links or details until maybe the fourth time. So, if I don't do lots of little details, hopefully it wont be such a big thing. Although I do plan to go back and put in a theme of sandtimers.

Well, anyway, there's my little random comment. If you have opinions let me know. Plus, for my main character, I want one of the following: Laurel, Mychael, Electra, Rain or Bryelle. Comment favourites?

Jed- for my little jessiqua

Jess and Ginny sat squashed up in a chintz armchair by the Gryffindor fire. All of the other chairs had been taken by obnoxious seventh years, thinking that they could do what they wanted. Ginny was flicking firecrackers into the fire, and they snapped loudly, creating mini explosions, much to the enjoyment of some second year boys.
"Ginny, you know Fred?" Said Jess.
"Yeah, I may have met him in passing..." Replied Ginny, sarcastically. Jess just prodded her.
"Well, he's kind of cute, don't you think?"
"I don't know. If you want to know if I'd be awkward if you went out, it's fine. I'm sure he'd love to, actually" Said Ginny, winking. Jess went bright red. Boys wasn't a topic she normally discussed with Ginny, and it was even more awkward that it was Ginny's older brother.

On the other side of the Fat Lady, Fred and George were standing around, looking clueless. "I told you to ask Ron for the password!" Said Fred.
"But he was at..." Began George.
"Quidditch practise" The twins said at the same time.
"Why the hurry to get in there, anyway? All that is on the other side of that portrait is potions homework, and trying to focus while Ginny throws our firecrackers." Said George.
"Alright, guys?" Said Seamus Finnigan, as he reached the Fat Lady.
"We don't know the password." Said Fred, folornly.
"It's Bowtruckle" Said Seaumus, and the Fat Lady smiled and swang open.

"Oh, thank goodness they haven't left yet..." Muttered Fred, staring at the chair where Ginny and Jess were sitting.
"Need to talk to Ginny before she goes to McGonagall's detention?" Asked Lee, catching up with the twins.
"Hardly! I think someone has a little crush on the Kraushaar girl!" Said George, a little too loudly. Jess looked up at her name, but it was obvious she hadn't heard the rest of the conversation.
"What, the girl who's best mates with a Slytherin?" Said Lee in disgust.
"Hey, Emily isn't too bad actually, and you're the one with a crush on Trelawney, so shut your face, you stupid git!" Said Fred, jokingly.
"Well, say something!" Said George, poking him forwards. George, Lee, Seamus and Neville all ducked behind Hermione where she was slaving over a hundred books to get a good listen in on the conversation.

"Hey, Jess?" Said Fred. "Um, so, wanna come down to the Three Broomsticks with me tomorrow? McGonagall is letting fourth years up have an extra day in Hogsmeade from all our hard work and that..."
"Sounds great!" The boys could see Jess smiling. "Ginny, and Hermione would probably like to come too."
"I was thinking...more of a date?"
"Ohhhh! Well, definitely yes!" Said Jess, happily. "See you then! Me and Ginny need to meet Emily and go to McGonagall's detention, she caught us trying to sneak up to Hagrid's at midnight last night"
"Okay, have fun!" Fred said, sarcastically.

"Woah, man! Congrats!" Said Lee.
"You were never that nervous when you asked Angelina to the ball" Said George.
"Yeah, but Angelina is cute and all, but I don't like her like that. Jess is something...special, she's beautiful and quirky and fun and rebellious, and, has great taste in Quidditch teams." Said Fred.
"Mr Fred Weasley, aren't you supposed to be in my detention this evening?" Said Professor McGonagall, standing by where the Fat Lady was.
"Oh, damn! I completely forgot!"
"Maybe you won't forget the next time you attempt to blow up a Hogwarts toilet!" She said, sternly, but Fred could see a slight smile on her face.

Fred was running down the stairs to the Transfiguration classroom, when he bumped into Jess walking the other way, and his lips brushed her forehead.
"Hello, beautiful" He whispered. Jess blushed, and smiled up to him, the red tips of her hair glinting in the candlelight. "See you in detention."

Olympics!

London 2012 has all gone a bit over my head, really. We had ridiculous amounts of assemblies about it at school, and, when we broke up for summer, I was hugely relieved to escape it, but then I found that that was when it was starting, inducing groans of dismay from myself. At my sailing base, there is a huge plasma tv, so during lunch breaks we would sit and flick between sailing and canoeing/kayaking, which was about as into it as I got. Yesterday, Charlee came over while my family were watching it and screaming at the tv and the pair of us were a leeeetle creeped out.

BUT! It all changed today. Last night, at like midnight, my dad ran up the stairs and asked everyone if we wanted to see the White Water rafting. I was a bit like 'Meh, if i have to', so we went, wearing our Team GB tops, not even sure if we had anyone competing. Well, we did.

I saw GB win a Gold and Silver! It was quite cool, I got really into it, and then it reached the finals, and we still had two doubles left in out of only six pairs left, and everyone was so excited. (unfortunately, our womens single kayak got knocked out in the semi-finals) After three finalists had done their time trial, we knew we had bronze at least, and everyone went mad. People were even cheering when other nationalities messed up!

Anyway, I cried, because everyone cheered when slovakia did really badly and I felt so guilty. I spent most of the women's one writing in my notebook, but i still saw most of it, and everyone was so happy. It was a really great atmosphere. I almost hugged one of the army guys, because he had a help for heroes wristband on and I wanted to say well done and show appreciation, blahblahblah, but my mum told me it would be weird.

All in all, I've finally got the Olympic spirit and I am most deifinitely proud to be British!

Hairdye

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted blue hair. At first, this was met with a complete NO from both parents. Earlier this year, my mum gave in and said I could do it in the summer next year, because I would have finished my GCSEs. But, after going round my friend Bex's with my mum last night (probably, I lose track of the days) she seems to have changed her mind!

Basically, Bex was dip-dying her hair purple. Sorry, Bex, plum. And, seeing as Bex's mum is my mum's best friend, this wore her down. As did constant nagging from me. So yeah, I'm going to get streaks! Well, maybe, Mum said she'd think about it. (please don't suggest I do it without my mum's permission, my life would really not be worth living)

Now, I have found out like two days ago that this girl Danielle has dip-dyed hers blue. I know this shouldn't worry me, but what if everyone thinks I'm copying her? Now that it's popular, I'm just copying. I am so not! I've literally wanted this since year 6 at least.

Also, now I have finally got permission(ish) I'm worrying. To quote The Joker- I'm like a dog chasing a car, I'm not really sure what I'd do once I caught one. It's been a dream for ages but maybe dreams are better being dreamt about? (dreamt is the only word in the English language to end in mt)

The last worry is- what if it looks terrible? I have a blue wig (don't ask) and everyone says it looks really good on me, and they say the colour suits me. But what if they are just being nice? What if it doesn't? What if it all goes horribly wrong and turns green and I have to spend ages waiting for it to grow out so I can cut the manky green streaks out of my hair? Okay, now I'm just stressing.

My real worry is school. My school has a zero tolerance policy of hairdye that is non-natural colours, although it doesn't stick to it very rigorously. Anyhoo, that's why I'm doing it over the summer holidays, hopefully it would have faded enough by September to not look too obvious, and maybe it will be long enough to cut some of it out. The one thing that really worries me, is that I don't want to be put in inclusion with all the naughty kids. I haven't ever had an afterschool detention, let alone end up in inclusion. Although, most teachers like me, and so many people get away with hair dye. I'll just do what another girl did- If you want me to dye it back, buy the colour for me.

Anyway, thanks for listening to my random worry-rant, I was just freaking out a little.

Life and the Confusingness Within

This post was inspired by a sleepover I had the other day, with some of the Explorer girls- Emma, Jess and Liz. Now, none of us are particularly girly, so it was basically random pointless chatting until 4am, and none of your' normal' nail-painting and chick flick-watching. But, we do have some interesting conversations...

The first that got me all confused was about sexuality. No, I am not confused about my sexuality, I am definitely straight, but I get very confused about why people feel the need to hate people for being gay, because, they really aren't hurting you. I have a couple of lesbian friends, and, as long as they don't come onto me, I really couldn't care less.

We also had a debate about car fetishes, but thats a whole other thing...

Also, we got into this whole conversation about God. Jess has many Gods. Emma has just the one, traditionally and liberally, whereas Liz and I are atheist, except I have an idea about a conscious universe and afterlife. Which I find interesting. Because none of us are scared to say exactly what we make of each others beliefs and can incorporate them in our own, or disregard them, entirely honestly, without getting offended. I just find that everyone takes comments way too seriously these days. Lighten up, guys!

Anyway, last point- Up until, maybe six months ago, I was sure I would never want to get married. It seemed like far too big of a promise to make, and when I make promises, I wouldn't break them for the world. Especially if I pinky swear. But now I'm pretty sure I want to get married. I've always wanted kids, but now even more so, because I want to share it with someone. I'm suddenly realising that this sounds all cheesy, but yeah, I really do. Not right away, of course, but eventually, I want to find someone who I honestly love, and who is, as Emma might put it, more than just 'fine natural architecture'. I don't think Liz really cares, but I may be wrong. Jess does, but she's waiting for the right guy. I see her point. Why date someone if you know from the start that they are wrong for you?

Okay, I sense I'm about to go off on a completely new tangent, so I'll stop. But yeah, guys, you've got me thinking- I really do want to get married one day.

Sailing

Hey guys, if anyone bothers to read. I just got back from probably the most exhausting weekend of my life!

Basically, I have spent the week at a sailing regatta. So that means about 6-7 hours sailing a day, while sleeping in a tent (not recommended) and being up at 6am every morning. Trust me, it's tiring. At least I got a week off school.

I really love sailing, so that was good. Plus, it was the first time I had been on the sea. Very salty. Lots of salty seaspray in your mouth. Not nice. I was helming, so that meant Phoebe was sitting in front of me, so she took most of the spray (mwahahahaha). I still did get relatively drenched.

On the first night, we all established that the dinners were crap. I don't think I have eaten food so bad my entire life. We all ate what we could at dinner and left the inedible stuff, and backed it up with pancakes, chinese or McDonald's after so that we got enough sustenance. Emma also took us to the cinema, and we saw Spiderman, second time for me, and Andrew Garfield was still hothothot. Mmmmm Andrew Garfield... I'm getting distracted. Anyway!

I don't like being tired. I worked this out while we were there, because it makes people get on my nerves a Hell of a lot quicker than ordinarily. I should probably apologize to people for being a bit short with them, but hey, life's too short.

One of the guys from somewhere else in Hertfordshire, called Felix, looked like Melman from Madagascar, so we called him Mel. It was better than Jemima's nickname for him: Feels. Also, Allen, the guy with a cool lip piercing, taught me how to juggle(ish). I can now not kill people whileattempting it! It was actually quite fun being there, people all crowded into one of the tents and we played poker, using cut-up plastic bag for chips which ended up literally everywhere, and Jemima and James should so go out!

In the end, Joe, one of the guys in our group, won two trophey's and came first overall in his fleet! Me and Phoebe came 19th out of 40 odd, which is mid-fleet and quite good considering I had never been on the sea before, Phoebe helmed one race, we only have a training sail and I got distracted singing Pirates of the Caribbean and lost track of the course one time. Next year it's in Cumbria and I can't wait, despite the crippling exhaustion I have been left with.

Also, me and Pheebs met Henry! Henry was from Plymouth and had never heard of Hertforshire. He was cute, and for some reason I went all posh talking to him. Basically, I had a great week with Greg, Phoebe, Rachel, Dom, Emma, Joe, Jemima, Elliott, Lee, James and Debbie. Yay for sailingness!

This was the best weekend evaaaaaarrr

So, as you can guess from the title, I had a pretty awesome weekend. It all kicked off with planning our Sherlock Holmes themed weekend, which we did on Friday night (us explorers are amazing at planning ahead...). It resulted in the usual madness, where I got a football to the face (Thanks for that, Becky) and forgot Pip was there (Sorry, love you really Pip!).

The next day the fun commenced. Or something. We started with a waterfight, where I got soaked and managed to avoid being thrown into paddling pools by mad gingers this year! On a worse note, MaTt accidentally hit me round the face with his water pistol, in exactly the same spot the football hit the night before, so now I have a bit of a black eye coming on. Yaaayyy. I hadn't been planning on wearing shoes for this, but I did, and they got soaked, and the only spare pair I had were my high heels, which didn't go down too well because I had done my ankle in already. But then Josh arrived! We had lost our Sherlock (Pip) to illness, so it was good to finally have someone for Irene Adler (my beautiful self) to spend the night with... not in the way you are thinking, it was completely innocent, I promise you. He did spend a large proportion of the time from 3:45-4:00 am sitting on my feet, though.

We played Cluedo, and lifesize cluedo, and had a mystery guest called Richard (who didn't have curtain pulley hats) come too. This was to add to the whole 'Sherlock Holmes' idea of the night. Richard is going to be involved in chauffeuring and 'minding' foreign dignitaries during the Olympics, which is very awesome. For Cluedo, we all had characters to be (Liz- Madame Noir, Me-Irene Adler, Jess- Miss Scarlett, Jack- Professor Plum, MaTt- Reverend Green, Sammi- Dr Watson, Josh- Sherlock(which would have been Pip) Emma- Colonel Mustard, Becky- Mrs White, Phoebe- Mrs Peacock), and this involved wearing pretty dresses, suits, colours etc.. Sammi managed to turn Dr Watson into a 1920s gangster, and Liz was a Russion prostitute, or an Italian celebrity, same thing really.

The film was...filmish. I ate too many party rings, and spent the whole time lying on Liz (sorry about that, m'dear). Then bed, at 3:00 am, except it really wasn't. There was much bundling and talking and jumping and pillow stealing, which I had too watch because I was feeling ill from the party rings. Liz and Jess somehow managed to play pictionary in the pitch black, and we all found out that Josh snores like a warthog.

After an eventful and tiring Saturday, Jess and I then went to Leavesden Studios. I am a Potterhead and proud, and I don't think anything gets closer to heaven than being there. I took a photo of practically everything, and I have stood in the same spot many of the actors from the Harry Potter films did!!! I even have a photo of Ron's bed saved on my iPod...

Anyhoo, I got to try Butterbeer, which was very sweet, and I had one complaint- it was COLD. It's meant to be warm. But that hardly matters, because after drinkning the Butterbeer we moved on to see all the concept art which was truly beautiful, and there was one of the scale models of Hogwarts all set up... I really don't think I could have been happier, I was listening to TOM FELTON on an audio tour where Harry Potter was filmed with my best friend. I even bought Narcissa's wand, to look beautiful next to my Hermione one, and the one I made myself (shush, I know I'm sad).

Universe, I dare you to give me a better weekend by the end of the year. I bet you all my money that this will be it, apart from maybe Christmas. I'll keep my fingers crossed that things can get even better than this!

Today, I have been bored. Very, very bored. And this is down to endless 'free' lessons, which aren't free lessons because you have to complete a BTec, Finance and something-or-other. I know we can't do a GCSE in the last few weeks of term, but seeing as we have only 3 lessons to go to, what is the point of being there? Basically every single year11 has been signed off, and, because my school does things early, the year10s are at the same stage and RAWR. Well, I think I have had enough time in the last two weeks of playing Bloons on the computer, I must be a pro. Maybe I could get a BTec in that. Or not. I guess that employers aren't do looking at the 'can play games on computers/PS3 for hours' when...doing what they do best, employing people. Although I'm still not sure what I'd be doing if the school had let us out, I'm quite a sad person to be honest. Maybe I would randomly walk around places or go to the park with some friends...the lack of things to do makes me wonder how i have any friends, I am so antisocial. Yaaayyyyy...

On the note of antisocial, I went to the park today. This isn't something I do much because of where I live, but so one of the few days I choose to go, it is the most awkward day in my life. And this be why I choose to not talk to loads of people because people can be annoying. Even though, my friends mean the world to me, they really do. Sometimes I just think, not talking to anyone would solve the whole issue of people being awkward, but I guess I'd be so bored if I didn't.

Well, that was a boring rant. Hopefully it will be more interesting in the future...apologies for that. See you soon, my darlings who ever read this :)

Hello... This be my blog on which I shall post about life and things that occur within it... et cetera. Basically, it's good practice for later life, and Emma has one, so I thought I would too. I'm not sure quite how interesting this is going to be, it will generally just be me commenting on life, which I'm sure people have had enough of already, but hey, why not. So I'm Emily, welcome to my world. Love and that xx