The Lurgy Got Me.

Yeah, it got me too. The bug that's going around. It's not too bad at the moment, my tummy and head just feel a bit weird. But I've been assured it gets worse =D.

Anyway, fairly good week. This morning Jimmy from Jimmy's farm, some ponies and a "fork" (falcon/hawk) came to school. The headmistress told us to try and not get too star-struck over Jimmy. Hahahahhahahahaa. Hah.
We also had some people come and make us play a game that involved pretending to be jellies, princesses and queens while playing rock, paper, scissors so we could experience what it's like to be disabled. Ah. Right. Of course.

Tomorrow we're going to UEA to see what university life is like and such. Should be good.

Anyway, I ought to go and sleep off this lurgy.
Night night,

Feeding Grace = Mission Impossible

Today was eventful.
I got my fringe trimmed so I can now see. Wahay! Then I walked to TJ Hughes to visit Lizzy, as it was her first day working there.
On the way I saw: a man on stilts, a bloke reading from the bible in a reeaally scary voice; a man with those whistles that make animal noises and two guys - one dressed as a red indian and the other playing a weird pipe that was basically a glorified recorder.
When I got there Lizzy was looking all flustered and was busy learning the till so I walked around for a bit, pretending to be interested in horrible hats and huge pairs of trousers. I left but came back another 2 times in the hour after. First time she was busy again and the second she was GONE.
I thought she might come out for her lunch so I sat on a bench outside and ate a Boost and drank some Lilt which made me feel like a chav. Not too sure why. Perhaps because I was surrounded by them.
Anyhoo, after a bit I gave up and went home.

My parents wanted to go to Pizza Express earlier this evening so off we popped but when we got there I realised it was FULL of people from school. Gaahhh..
What's so bad about that? I hear you say. My dad has a manbag. I think I have said enough.
Thankfully they were all booked up so we had to go to a place called Gusto. It's a "pasta buffet" so you pay at the beginning and then just get what you want. I am a VERY fussy eater; my parents paid £9.95 for me to eat half a piece of garlic bread.
So we went to Domino's on the way home and I got pizza XD.

Oooooh yes I also did my 52 weeks portrait today. The only inspiration I had was that it was a really cold week, so I had a hat and a furry coat. I started off just taking shots of me in the hat, like this:



















Then, somehow, I ended up with the coat on my head and snapping away, and weirdly ending up with shots I liked:






































Still not loving the end results of my photos like I used to, but on the way to liking them..

Oh and we have now bought a house that I like =D. And because I have the smallest room I get £1000 (kind of a long story) =D =D.
I cleared out my wardrobe today and found loads of little bits and bobs from when I was younger, including diaries and letters and things...I'm not a very sentimental person but it was really lovely seeing them again and I absolutely cannot EVER get rid of them.

Yes. Anyway. Bye bye now. Good pi.



Hmmm, I think I'm in need of a new signature..

Grace and Her Van of Cats.

Well that was a fast week.
Just whizzed past.
6th form really is very different from the rest of school.

We had school photos yesterday. Managed to avoid being called Pickle or Blue Eyes this year and there wasn't the usual outburst of "Corrr that's a lot of hair!" or anything similar.

Oh, but I did accidently do a really creepy smile. Never mind, whenever my parents do buy them they just end up stuffed in a drawer. What's the point of having me above the fireplace anyway? If you want to see me all you need to do is shout you have chocolate for me, or something.

Anywaaaaay, school is going fine I suppose. Thankfully I'm not completely lost in Biology yet.

There are loooaads of extra curricular things offered this year. I think the only extra curricular thing I've ever done was choir in year 4. What!? It was fun =D. There's stuff like Mandarin lessons (4 languages is enough, ta very much), Photography club (They don't let you use your own camera though...I think it's all film) and something I can't remember the initials of where you umpire sports and such for an award...bleugh.
There is one thing I'm interested in though. It's called Wings of Hope (Can you imagine the meeting for that name? "ok guys, we need something really cheesy. And I don't just mean your standard Cheddar, we want full blown, unadulterated Stinking Bishop kinda stuff.") All you have to do is form a team of less than 8 or enter as an individual and do some fundraising. Then you create a "snapshot project" to show what you've been getting up to and see if you've gone through to the next round and into the top 25. There are prizes, prizes I don't particularly want like work experience, but it looks good on your UCAS form and CV and sounds kinda fun.
So, I'll be entering with Immi and Lizzy. We need a name. We had a few *cough* ideas:

• The Pythagorean Triple
• Orion's Belt
  
• Charity number one, please!
• Dree dree dree!
• Tres
• Shamrock
• Ben and His Van of Dogs
• Grace's Bitches
• Ronnie and the Sinister Ducks

Erm, yeah...we'll keep thinking XD.

I do believe that is all I have to say.
Tata.

The Ball, Billie Piper, Bees and Bananas

So then.
I survived the first "week" (3 days..) of 6th form.
Atm the subject I'm enjoying most is Maths and the one that terrifies me is Biology.
The first module is Biochemistry. I am really not very good at Chemistry. And I HATE it. What's more, both my Biology teachers said we would loathe it, want to drop it and get really depressed. Fanbloodytastic.

But anyway, last night was The Ball.
Yeah..the BALL.
It was all a bit surreal.
Basically, we just spent 3 hours dancing around in ball gowns, eating Haribos and avoiding drunk people.
Which was really, really fun.
There were some crap songs though, and when a decent one came on (Sandstorm - Darude) every left! So I just danced by myself, trying to get Immi and Lizzy to join me XD

When we got home we were soooo tired and were asleep by 2.

Then today we set about making a music video to Honey to the Bee by Billie Piper.
I told you we were cool.

It's a long and beautiful story, with bees, honey (obviously), feathers, bananas..

I would love to post the result here but I'm worried The Sanity Police (=S?!?!??!) might see it.

Right, I'm going to shut up now.

The first.

Yup.
First day of 6th form today.
Didn't really do much though.

Our classroom is waaay on the top floor, so by the end of the year I probably have disgusting ballet dancer calves.

AND I wore heels.

There's only one person in our form who was in our last year form and only 15 in total, which is a bit strange.

I'd never noticed just how much there was in the 6th form centre.

I'm doing English, Physics, Maths and Biology.
For English I have the teacher I was hoping for and another I've never had before, who I think is quite nice.
Physics, same situation, only Lizzy reassured me (!) that the unknown Physics teacher is crap. Greeaat.
Maths, hmm same again actually...don't really know too much about Dr whateverhisnameis...other than the classroom used to smell REALLY weird after he'd been in there.....
And Biology...oh God...the teacher I've had for the past 2 years who I never learnt ANYTHING from...the very one I had been dreading...yep, I got her. Gaahh.
Still, the other Biology teacher I have is fine..

So, I spent today: going to assembly, hearing about how the headteacher had an exciting summer baking bread *insert appropriate smiley here*; finding our Junior Drama group - we have to produce a play with a load of year 7s as the cast for a competition; wandering and singing Honey to the Bee and the Super Mario theme; giving in forms and receiving huge SLABS of paper and finally, doing something productive, having out first AS Level English lesson. Was quite interesting, I suppose. I found out I needn't really have tried to read an entire book last night. And we got homework....yaaay...

That is all.

The final, and best, weekend of the summer.

Ahhh.
It's all over.
And what a ride it's been; quite literally yesterday.
But I'll start at Saturday.

Off I went to Lizzy's house so we could drive to...somewhere in East London...and get the train and tube to Covent Garden and whatnot.
We had lunch and then wandered around the shops, including Paperchase, where Immi started looking at notebooks, saying they weren't big enough. So when I saw some larger ones I pointed at them and said "Look there's a biggun" to which Immi replied, "Cor that is a biggun" It was then that I noticed there was a humongous woman right in the direction we were pointing. Ooooops.
Anyway, then we went and saw The Lord of the Rings on stage in Drury Lane (sadly we did not see the Muffin Man).
What did I think of it?
Well, first I'll tell you that I have only ever seen half an hour of the first film and that those who had seen them quite a few times, and read the book, had difficulty understanding what was going on. So it had to be explained to me in Harry Potter terms.
What I got was that Voldemort made some horcruxes, one a lot stronger than the others, he lost it...or something...it somehow ended up in the hands of an evil Dobby. Some bloke stole it from Dobby, went a bit crackers, and gave it to his nephew. Dobby wanted it back..Dumbledore told the nephew to...go on an adventure...= /. Death eaters and dementors tried to kill him and his mates. Some people fell in love. Dumbledore died and came back to life. A big face came out of the ground. And they all died at the end...or not..depending on who you ask.
So yeah.
The stage and effects were amaaaaazing though. The singing was...well...sometimes it just didn't fit in. That's all I'm saying.

After that we got the tube, train and car back to merry Ipswich (Which involved getting in a lift which had an advert for a lobster fest in some restaurant...and then later walking past the restaurant..*shudder* and MUCHO hyperness from me and Immi.) where we were whizzed off to Immi's house, which is in the middle of nowhere.
After a couple of games of Mastermind, and struggling to teach Lizzy the ways of the game, we went to bed. At 11. ELEVEN!!
I don't think I really got any sleep though..the next thing I knew we were up at 5am getting ready for the coach journey to Alton Towers.
I'll skip to the good parts.
Alton Towers = Fun land.
It rained but it didn't matter.
Lizzy thought every ride was going to somehow decapitate her, and I reassured her by telling her about that ride in America (I think) that ripped someone's feet off.
Air got stuck (luckily while we weren't on it) so people were left dangling over a huge drop for about an hour.
Air got fixed (wahay!) and we decided to make it more fun (if that's possible) by singing the Pokemon theme tune (ok, half singing, half screaming).
Immi and I always get particularly enthusiastic in that song. Look, you can see the passion in our faces.














A beautiful moment, I feel.

We went on 5 other rides, which really doesn't sound like many but it felt like a lot. Oh, unless you count the Skyride thing...which, IMO, was the scariest one =P.
The best was Rita. 0-60 in 1.5 seconds. Just...wow. We went on the single riders queue so we could get on faster and I ended up next to a bloke who kept going "Woaah! Wooahoohoooah! WOOOAAH!" the whole way. That amused me.

For some reason I didn't find Nemisis all that fun.. = /. That's another suspended one...a few loops...I think maybe it wasn't fast enough for me to like it.

There was a recurring theme of Billie Piper's Honey to the Bee. "Banana!" Don't ask.

Anyhoo, the last ride we went on was Air, for the 3rd time. We didn't sing that time but we did do this. I must just say that that isn't from The Simpsons Movie. Bean - the movie did it long before that, in a different way.
Here's a lovely shot of that:


















Then began the 4 hour journey home with a giant shark. Air guitarring. Harry. A dreadlock, an eggnog (yes AN), a Finnish man, a genius and a helium balloon.
Ahhh good times.

But, like I said, it's all over now.
2 days (almost 1) left until 6th form.

Summer of 2007 - Harry Potter, crab wielding Spanish guys, Never Be Lonely, 34 sleepless hours, air saxophone, Captain Obvious, shameboxes, direct proportion to funny bone pain, Lucozade Sport, Trivial Pursuit, large women in stationary shops, killer worms, London's Burning, live pasta making and dancing hobbits - I salute you.